Smart People was one of those movies that I just did not want to end. It really would, I think, do well as a television series. I really enjoyed my time in the lives of the characters, and I would definitely want to spend more with them.

With a title like SMART PEOPLE, I figured it was going to be a movie that I really liked. And I was not wrong. I have spent my whole life living amongst very smart family members, and they are very endearing to me. They are such complex creatures. Yes, now we’re at the ‘Smart People Zoo’, kids. Ha! Really, though, they are such intense individuals, often so tormented by whatever demons that haunt the intellectually advanced. But they are also fascinating, usually funny, and often quite warm, generous people at heart.

This movie encompassed all of these things. The dad and the daughter were absolutely adorable in their wickedly dumb smartness. And those of you who’ve ever lived with a smart person know exactly what I mean!

I admit that I was at first thinking I just was not going to like the love interest’s character, played by Sarah Jessica Parker. I’ve kind of had a resentment towards her for a while since she left all of us dorks behind (a la SQUARE PEGS) and wandered into the fancy froufrou zone of SEX IN THE CITY. I was quite wrong, though! I loved her character in this movie and I think she just erased my resentment, seeing that she can, in fact, play more than a high-heels-and-man-obsessed New York frou frou doll.

It really was an enjoyable movie and I hope, if not a TV show, that there is at least a sequel or two. Watching these intelligent creatures is addictive!

My brother, David, just called this afternoon to tell me that his dog, Zeus, has passed on. Damn, ya’ll, I loved that freakin’ dog! It’s crazy – I haven’t even seen Zeus in over five years (it was May 2003, when my niece, Alex, was born) and yet, I canNOT stop crying! Can’t. Just can’t. I just loved that damn dog.

He was a German Shepherd. I was afraid of German Shepherds, pre-Zeus. Hell, I was afraid of big dogs before I started going out to Liberty Hill to stay with my brother. Those were the good ‘ol days – when my brother lived outside of Austin, TX and I lived in Dallas, TX and I would drive down there, with the kids and spend a few days. And sometimes I went without the kids! Woohoo! Par-tay! Well, if you consider hanging around the house and taking walks on the property a party, that is. And I, for one, totally consider it a PAR-TAY!

He had a neighbor across the road (highway) named Chigger and it was all just so …Country Texas! And I loved it! Then my brother did a dumb thing – he moved to Colorado. Then I did a dumb thing – I moved to Alabama. Now we are TWENTY-FOUR hours apart!! (By car, that is, which is how we normally travel. Hmm… wonder how long the flight is?)

So yeah, see, my brother is an emergency vet with a wicked soft spot for animals. A lot of the animals that are brought into emergency care are surrendered for one reason or another. Sometimes people cannot afford the needed medical care, sometimes people just find animals that aren’t theirs that have been hit by cars, etc. Well, my silly brother and his wife wind up falling in love with a lot of these surrendered animals, who, they know, will meet their untimely passing if not rescued and brought home to live with them.
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So yeah, uh, I’m surfing the net yesterday afternoon, and I went here and I went there and I went everywebwhere… and I landed on a blog of a fellow Alabamian who had taken this lovely test, The 1930’s Marital Scale. I thought to myself, ‘Well, self, that right there is gonna be right up your irreverent, slobby, foul-mouthed alley!’

And wouldn’t ya know it? I was right!

6 As a 1930s wife, I am Very Poor (Failure) Take the test!

Just so we’re clear as mud, here’s how the scoring goes:

Scoring:

0-24 – Very Poor (Failure)
25-41 – Poor
42-58 – Average
59-75 – Superior
76+ – Very Superior

By far, I have to say – I mean, by FAR, this was my favorite line of the test:

Reacts with pleasure and delight to marital congress.

I’m no brainiac (My dad’s in Mensa – does that count for anything? No? Didn’t think so, darn…), but, I can tell what they’re talking about! The thing I don’t get is how in the holy hell does ‘congress’ mean sex?!

Do you react with pleasure and delight? Huh, now, do you? Hahaha!

Here’s a confusing one for you:

Wears red nail polish.

I think they’re saying that’s a bad thing, aren’t they? Sounds like it to me. Now, that’s some funny chit right there!

“Ooh, did you hear that Buck’s wife wears red nail polish?!” Oh the shame!

Subtitle: Hippie Spelunker Gift Registry

Because you all know you wanna buy me gifts. Come on – you know you do. I can see it in your eyes. For real, I’m not even kidding. And here is the gift. I mean – the gift. Frealz.

I must have this squishy. I simply must. If I have to wait ’til Christmas, then that I shall do (Hi Mom!), but, I simply. must. have. him. Must.

Can I be in love with an elephant? A stuffed one, at that? I don’t know, but, the instant I saw him, I knew we were meant to be together. How did I find my one, true love, you ask? Another rockin’ cool Lisa tweeted him today! (Implication: that I’m rockin’ cool. Hmm…) Anyway, Lisa Barone tweeted about him today, and she thought he was to-die-for cute, also!

I’m so glad she sent out that tweet today, too. I have to sleep with a pillow or a stuffed animal or a wadded-up blanket to hug, or my back just gets really sore. And the pillow that I’m now using is getting all out-of-sorts and stringy. It was really meant to be one of those silly decorate-your-bed pillows. A pillow you can’t use? What? No way! And besides, the darned thing is so soft, you can’t help but, hug it! It is getting terrifically worn out, though. And I’ve been thinking of getting some new something or other, but, I hadn’t really decided whether I wanted to try another pillow or a stuffed animal. And I’d even had the thought that I might try one of those body pillows. That would be really great for someone who sleeps alone, but, I’m afraid it would take up too much room since I sleep in a bed with a rotten, old strapping, handsome man.

So not only would this solve my huggy pillow problem, but, also – I absolutely adore elephants. I mean – adore them! My children have bought me elephant everything. (They’re so sweet! ) And this would make a lovely addition to my collection.

The company that sells these adorable guys is Squishable.com and I just love their site and all their precious animals. They seem like a really neat company with heart and personality. Case in point – those cute, squishy donuts at the top of this post. From the description on their site about them:

What I’m trying to say is, you can’t eat them. I mean, you can try, but they’re made of adorable yarn and stuffing. But comfort your neglected sweet tooth with images of saving the world! Each tray of five is hand-knitted in Bangladesh for the Fair Trade group Yellow Label Kids. We’re talking some serious good karma pastry here.

Another example is that they let customers send in photos of themselves with their precious Squishables and for each photo they receive they send a dollar to charity. The charity supported this month is The Comic Book Legal Defense Fund. I’m assuming that means they pick a new charity every month.

They also write a Squishy Travel Blog about their Nomadic Monkey, who has been to tons of places! Darn that monkey – he’s been all over the place! No fair! There are photos from each place he’s been. Very cool!

It just looks like a pretty cool company and an AWESOME ELEPHANT SQUISHY, and if I’d found an affiliate program on the site, I’d be selling the HECK outta those scrumptious Squishies!!! I’ll definitely be asking them about it, you can be sure!

[This post is dedicated to Jenny the elephant.]

Quit scaring me off! I can’t take it anymore! I miss tapping and tapping and tapping away at my keys. See, what happens is that I don’t blog for a while – usually cuz stuff comes up. And then I don’t blog, because, I feel an itsy bitsy out of touch with the whole medium, so I delay. And then I balk. And pretty soon, it’s been forever and a day since I had my way with this here ol’ keyboard. And by that time, I’m just sure that I can’t do it. Me? Blog? About what? What will I say? Whatever will I write about? And the fear grows and it grows and it grows and I cower in the corner, feeding my blog-hungering soul with endless mini-blogging, or the addiction we all love so much – Twitter! And then I’m reduced to nothing more than a ‘Twitter blogger’. A Twitter blogger? And that’s it? Are you serious? How lame is that? Gah!

Well, and another part of the problem is that I’ve been hanging out with and listening to and learning from some pretty successful marketing people. I’m learning a LOT from them. A lot of times, I’m just getting swept up in the industry gossip. And let me tell you, that can be quite entertaining. Anyway, though, reading and learning from these people is great, but, it’s making me think that I need to sound just so and I need to write just so – you know? Well – pshaw! I just need to jump back into the game – period. If you’re not in the game, you’re not in the game. And besides that, this is not a marketing blog.

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I really enjoy romantic comedies – they are some of my favorite movies, so I was excited for the chance to see and review “Definitely, Maybe”. It turned out to be very different from your typical romantic comedy, though. For starters, there wasn’t tons of comedy in it, but, more importantly, I get to happily report to you that it was entirely unpredictable! A romantic comedy? Unpredictable? Yep, I know – weird, huh? It was delightfully unpredictable!

It was a very sweet movie about a young girl and her newly-divorced dad, taking a visit to his youth, through stories. She has been asking him repeatedly how he met her father and up to this point, he has put her off, saying, “It’s complicated, I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

Maya, his sweet and very precocious daughter puts her foot down this time, however! So he gives and tells her he will tell her the story – but! But what? He is going to change the names around and Maya has to figure out who in the story is actually her mother. Oh! She likes that idea! She calls it a “love story mystery” and excitedly fluffs up her pillows, arranges her stuffed animals, and sits back to hear the story!

The rest of the movie is a walk down memory lane with her father, exploring and remembering his young adult years, trying to make his way in the world and figure out what he wants to do with his life – and just with whom he wants to spend it!

It is a delightful story and the only part that I had a problem with, somewhat, was the ending. It was not entirely believable, given the newness of the divorce, but, I managed to suspend belief long enough to let myself enjoy the movie all the way to the end!

I can’t wait to see Abigail Breslin (the young girl) in more movies. She is absolutely adorable!