waaaaah mama I followed the herd down the ramp to go see Farenheit 9/11 yesterday. Unfortunately, since I spent most of the movie trying to get Juniper to sleep (she finally did, 5 minutes before the movie ended), I can't give much of a review except to say that Michael Moore is an opinionated cuss, ain't he? Of course, I agree with him, mostly. But, in order to follow the true "documentary" format, he really should have been a little more objective. But I'm not one to split hairs, especially since I HATE GEORGE W. SO FUCKING MUCH, and I understand that it is difficult to be objective. The folks I went to see the flick with were good old buddies from my highschool era, two of which still live in my hometown, to which I am shortly returning. It's nice to realize I'll still have friends there because, although they're bachelors and I'm a married woman with a kid, we still have plenty to talk about (like "when are you guys going to find women and have kids?" which I'm sure they appreciate, as I doubt any of them have seen the 'tang in quite a while). Speaking of the move, my parents are getting more and more and more excited about it as the day moves closer, and I can smell impending disaster baby-wise. Poor Juniper is going to be hit by an explosion of frenzied grandparent attention, and that doesn't bode well for her attitude, as naptimes will undoubtedly go by the wayside. Also, my parents have three very loud parrots, two large dogs and one large neighbor dog, a cat, two lizards, 14 chickens, and a 55-gallon tank of fish. And, to celebrate our arrival, they're buying a cow and, later, a pony for Juniper(I never got a pony!!!!). All we need are some clowns to complete the atmosphere. But you have to love parents who celebrate your homecoming by buying a cow. Doodie calls. |