I Watched Twilight

Let's forget for a moment that vampires are imaginary creatures and pretend that they aren't. In Stephenie Meyer's book series, she chose to ignore the basic premises that all vampire legends up to this point have been built on. (It's like choosing to ignore Scary Movie rules, right? Big mistake.) Sunlight makes vampires sparkle? Really? Sparkle like a fire because everyone knows that vampires burst into flames in the sun. Crosses? Vampires can't stand them but there's one in the entrance way of the Cullen abode. Only way to kill a vampire is to rip them into pieces and burn them? Again, sunlight, sharp pointy wooden sticks to the heart, and lobbing off their heads have been known to do the trick. Vampires have no reflection and can not be photographed. Oh, and perhaps the biggest one, vampires CANNOT enter your house to watch you sleep or anything else unless they have been invited in...a life saver on many occasions.

The fundamental rules of vampires were so often broken that it made me lose sight of the story line which was redundant. This whole love angst between a vampire and a human has been done...Buffy and Angel. It made me miss Buffy more. Fact is, I've been working my way through the first three seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on Hulu. Bella and Edward are all like kill me I want to be a vampire/no you don't. There is nothing really that is keeping them apart except themselves. So far, I've found Bella to be all help me/save me. Buffy was the slayer and could totally stand up for herself except for the few times that she died. The relationship between Buffy and Angel (and later Spike) couldn't happen because of the whole vampires gotta bite/slayers gotta kill factor.

I'm not going to argue the evils and qualities of a book series based upon watching a movie (I've put holds on the unabridged books on CD from the library) because there's so much in the books that must be taken into consideration. I am reserving the right to comment on those later.

Thus being said, I still miss Buffy.

I Let My Son Dress Himself...

...and we get the most interersting combinations when he layers.

As Seen on a

White Castle sign:

Happy St. Patrick's Day

B: It's good that God made the grass green because on this day everything is supposed to be green.

On a side note, I am blessed that Ben has teachers who LOVE what they do. Today, Miss Molly went "golfing" and I got greeted with a "Top 'o the Morning to ya!" from her twin sister Bridget from Ireland.

Happy St. Patrick's Day to you all!

New Shoes Make the Man?

B: All the girls are going to like me because of my new shoes.

J: No, the girls won't like you for what you wear but who you are inside...at least the girls that you'll want to be friends with will.

Stop, Think, Love

As I was focusing on Jesus before taking communion today, a thought struck me.

A lot of times we see Jesus' act of redemption as this singular event that happened on the cross totally forgetting that he wasn't pristine when he got to Golgotha. No, he had been whipped, scourged, beaten, and, for lack of better terms, pretty well f-ed up before he even left the public square and was paraded along the Via Dolorosa.

Why, therefore, do we feel that we need only be like Jesus on Sundays in church? Because Jesus loved us so much, he spilled his blood all over Jerusalem, in the public square and on the streets, before he died for us on the cross. If we are to take up our crosses and follow Jesus, should we not also love others as he loved us in our public squares, in our offices, on the streets and sidewalks, in our cars on the highway, and so on and so forth?

This week before you act: stop, think, love.

Sweet Life

While at a Chinese lunch buffet today, I brought back a plate of fruit, which included two orange slices, to share with Ben after he'd finished the veggies on his current plate.

B: I don't want any oranges.

J: It is Chinese tradition to end with an orange slice to symbolize a sweet life.

B: I don't need to eat an orange. Jesus already knows I have a sweet life.