Abby and I were talking about movies this afternoon. Specifically Charlie St. Cloud. I knew nothing about it, despite all of the posters on the train platforms. There is a picture of a guy lying on the grass named, presumably, Charlie St. Cloud. And then there is this tagline: “Life is for living.”
“Abby I don’t know what this means. ‘Life is for living.’ What is this movie even about?”
We watched the trailer and discovered that Mr. St. Cloud does have a life, and he is living it, but not necessarily in a conventional way. We were not interested in him or his troubles, really, so we turned our attention to mockery.
“I saw on a poster at Jay Street somebody had written ‘Clothes are for clothing,'”Abby said.
Brilliant, I thought. Brilliant.
Which brings me to the game. Please submit your Charlie St. Cloud tagline parodies in the comment section. If you feel so inclined, you may include a brief synopsis of the the film that would be described by such a tagline.
I’ll start. “Drinks are for drinking.” A teenage boy gets a job at a juice bar where he meets the girl of his dreams, only to find out that she is his cousin. Or is she?
It’s probably not a good thing if you can measure the temperature in your kitchen using your candy thermometer, is it?
Months ago I decided to make little felt dolls for Simon, based on the Charlie and Lola characters. He was super excited about it at first, and so was I. The first day I managed to cut out everybody’s head and hair. And then the problems started coming up. How would I attach their clothes? Did I want them to be thicker, stuffed dolls, or fairly flat? Would glue work, or would everything need to be sewn? The answers, apparently are yes and yes to the latter two questions: the dolls are flat, but they are also stuffed. The hair and clothes were originally glued on, but it didn’t take in all cases and they ended up needing to be sewn as well. (The eyes are all sewn on.) And then there is problem of Lotta’s hair. I just can’t get it. I’ve cut out hair a couple of times and it just looks awful. I’ve officially delegated it to Micah, but I think cutting Lotta’s hair is probably ranks at about 58th on his to-do list. Sizzles would be easy to finish . . . if I would just sit down and finish. Maybe by the end of the week. But I wanted to show them off anyway as a means of motivation. So, here they are.
They are fun and Simon still likes them. At the beginning I also had plans to make an alligator costume for Lola and other little things that are in the books/show but at this rate, I might have completed a few things by the time Simon learns to drive. If I do anything else any time soon, I’ll make a Soren Lorensen doll. Soren Lorensen is Lola’s imaginary friend and plays a pretty big roll in some of the stories, so I think he’s earned my efforts.
First there was the incident in which our pyrex casserole dish (full of tasty macaroni and cheese with caramelized shallots and goat cheese) fell 3 inches to the concrete train platform and shattered. (Don’t worry, we were able to salvage most of the tasty goodness without too much difficulty.) And then there was the incident in which one of our pyrex pie plates mysteriously shattered as it was being used to bake a delicious artichoke heart quiche. Again, the food was still edible, although there was a moment of panic when it first happened during which all I could think to do was grab the camera.
And then this morning as I was putting away the dishes, our blender jar tumbled out of the cupboard and hit the tile floor hard enough to break. The blender, not the tile floor. This was not the first blender jar that has met its demise at our hands. Back before we were dating, one of us left a spoon in a blender after stirring the orange julius. It was an awesome sight to see two chunks of glass fly across the kitchen, followed by a spattering of yummy drink. And then we fell in love and got married. Such fond memories.
I’m pretty sure we’re going to look back just as fondly on these other incidents. Pretty sure.
Oliver tried to eat soap.
Oliver fell off our bed. I was asleep in it at the time.
Oliver got himself a nice bruise from the bookcase that he tried to break with his forehead.
A random stranger gave us a King Kong umbrella when we were half a block away from our house. It was raining lightly. I took it for the sake of the baby.
Auntie Abby has become at least a temporary Brooklynite and honorary 5th member of our family.
The official results of our half-marathon were finally posted. (I came in 5th among women with a 1:36:05; Micah came in 8th in his age group with a 1:36:05.)
And we’ve put just about all of our stuff away. Just about.
We’re home! It feels great. Well, it feels almost like a sauna, but it is our sauna.
And we’re doing lots of fun things. Board gaming, spalsh padding, biking, swinging, running, kayaking, celebrating our country, roller skating, going to the zoo, missing the record-setting heat-wave back home, and playing with cousins, cousins, and more cousins. Still to do: date night, thrifting/garage sale-ing, and our half marathon.
We’ll catch up later.
With all of the brainstorming and thinking that I have been doing over the past year about how I can keep up my writing while I am still up to my eyeballs is baby-ness, I’m surprised I didn’t think of this sooner. But a month or so ago I came up with the idea to try a running/health/fitness/mom blog and see how it goes. I am a little apprehensive about it because I have tried to launch a more “creative” writing blog before and it wasn’t as successful as I’d hoped. At least not yet. It turns out that I am not a very good editor, and also that two kids sapped the creative energy I needed to write more creative things. So I’m taking a different tack this time. And can I really go wrong when combining three of my favorite things? If chocolate, peanut butter and ice cream are a good combination, then certainly motherhood, writing, and running will be at least as good.
Here it is. The Mother Runner. (http://www.themotherrunner.com/) What can I say about it? It’s my place to write about trying to maintain a healthy, active, happy family. I hope it is interesting to others. I hope it is inspirational to others. I hope to attract some sort of following. So far I have a few easy recipes, some parenting stuff, some scientific studies, and lots of things about running. And so far I really enjoy it. It is still a work in progress. There’s design work to be done (my designer, oddly, seems to be overbooked these days), I still need to figure out how to include more visual elements, and there are lots of other things that will evolve as I get into a groove.
Let me know what you think of it and if you have any suggestions. I am especially interested in ideas regarding visuals — pictures, charts, videos, etc. Anything, really. I’d love for this to be a successful endeavor. Thanks ever so much.
The month before I graduated from high school, I chopped my hair off. It was fine, but I couldn’t maintain such a short length and ended up feeling like I had a mullet until it grew out. No short hair for me. So then we moved to Hawaii and the heat and humidity went to my head and I decided the thing to do was chop my hair off. So I did and spent the next several months asking Micah to remind me never to do that again. Which he didn’t. Last year when I cut my hair, he really liked it but kept telling me he thought I could go shorter. Like pixie short. I definitely thought that was a bad idea, but I did need a haircut, so when Bumble and bumble invited me to a model call a few weeks ago, and I realized my sister would be in town to watch the boys while I had my hair evaluated, I decided to take them up on it and be a “model” (guinea pig) for their “short layers” class. A week later I was sitting in front of a student stylist (who had been a stylist for 11 years but just getting some additional training at Bumble) and telling her I didn’t want to go too short. Definitely not pixie short. No problem she said. Some words were spoken about a “Meg Ryan shag look.” Still, somehow I walked out of the salon thinking, “I’m pretty sure this is what they call a pixie cut.”
Not to worry. I like it. Micah likes it. And I only feel like I look like a boy sometimes. What do you think? Should I keep being a “short layers” model? I have a tentative appointment for October or November if I want to maintain it.