Go here: Let’s Say Thanks

Pick a card designed by a kid.

Xerox will print it out on a post card and mail it to a soldier in Iraq who will be away from his/her family during the holidays.

What a great thing to do for the troops.

Go here: Let’s Say Thanks

Pick a card designed by a kid.

Xerox will print it out on a post card and mail it to a soldier in Iraq who will be away from his/her family during the holidays.

What a great thing to do for the troops.

I love Thanksgiving–I really do. We’ve hosted it for the last nine years. I was actually 7 months pregnant the first year we had it at our house and it was fantastic (except for a minor cockroach/cherrycheese coffecake issue which we do not speak of). Anyway, I’ve been hooked on hosting ever since. (Despite the unspeakable moment)

But tonight, I went Thanksgiving shopping along with every other resident of Oxford, MS. Good LORD. Why do I like hosting Tgiving again? Sure we don’t have to travel, but I’m thinking the cost of fuel for the 3.5 hour drive to Little Rock and back is still WAY cheaper than what I just spent on Tgiving groceries. Not to mention the fact that I could just bring a pie and everyone would be happy.

And I make good pie.

But no. We’re hosting. Because I like it–or so I say.

Ham. Turkey. Rolls. I’m making some new cookies this year, thanks to the lurvely Kristen Painter. I’m not making pie this year cuz one of our co-workers loves to bake and offered to bring them. I’m not making dressing–my mom brings that along with a funky veggie salad thing that’s really rockin’. Mark’s mom brings the greenbeans. Apparently, I don’t make them like she does. LOL

Oh well. It’s not about the moola. It’s about friends and family. It’s about being thankful.

So, everyone has to list 5 things they are thankful for. Kids/family are implied.

I’ll start:

Okay, you’re turn. What are you thankful for?

I love Thanksgiving–I really do. We’ve hosted it for the last nine years. I was actually 7 months pregnant the first year we had it at our house and it was fantastic (except for a minor cockroach/cherrycheese coffecake issue which we do not speak of). Anyway, I’ve been hooked on hosting ever since. (Despite the unspeakable moment)

But tonight, I went Thanksgiving shopping along with every other resident of Oxford, MS. Good LORD. Why do I like hosting Tgiving again? Sure we don’t have to travel, but I’m thinking the cost of fuel for the 3.5 hour drive to Little Rock and back is still WAY cheaper than what I just spent on Tgiving groceries. Not to mention the fact that I could just bring a pie and everyone would be happy.

And I make good pie.

But no. We’re hosting. Because I like it–or so I say.

Ham. Turkey. Rolls. I’m making some new cookies this year, thanks to the lurvely Kristen Painter. I’m not making pie this year cuz one of our co-workers loves to bake and offered to bring them. I’m not making dressing–my mom brings that along with a funky veggie salad thing that’s really rockin’. Mark’s mom brings the greenbeans. Apparently, I don’t make them like she does. LOL

Oh well. It’s not about the moola. It’s about friends and family. It’s about being thankful.

So, everyone has to list 5 things they are thankful for. Kids/family are implied.

I’ll start:

Okay, you’re turn. What are you thankful for?

Can I tell you how happy I am that Chris Daughtry’s album is being released tomorrow? I’m first in line.

Check out his my space here.

His official website here.

And listen to his album here. (it’s the 6th album in the new releases)

I heart Chris Daughtry.

Now for a fun little jab at American Idol winner Taylor Hicks, check this out. Jib Jab and Weird Al got together and this is their baby:

Can I tell you how happy I am that Chris Daughtry’s album is being released tomorrow? I’m first in line.

Check out his my space here.

His official website here.

And listen to his album here. (it’s the 6th album in the new releases)

I heart Chris Daughtry.

Now for a fun little jab at American Idol winner Taylor Hicks, check this out. Jib Jab and Weird Al got together and this is their baby:

Okay, I can’t let it go.

This movie DISTURBED ME.

Here’s the review I posted on IMDB. If anyone sees this movie and comes away with a different view, please, PLEASE, let me know.

This movie had potential.

Unfortunately it tuned into a story with too many stereotypes, clichés, and messages to count. It lost focus.

I’m not sure what I expected from the previews other than a sweet story and a few laugh out loud moments.(I got to laugh out loud, but for the wrong reasons.)

The setting was Antartica, right? So why was the Penguin leader Scottish? And why did we have the country bumpkin Penguin and the LATINO Penguins? And when I say it was full of stereotypes–trust me. You don’t want to see the leader slap the Latino Penguin and tell him
to go back to his side of the world where he came from.

Not to mention Mumble (Happy Feet) being told not to do his dance thing because he’s different. “It’s just not penguin.” Different is bad. Different isn’t welcome here. But Mumble says he can’t change and asks them to accept him the way he was born. So the dad blames himself for
making him different. And I never felt that was truly resolved to a point a kid would understand.

This movie is anti-any-religion but Christian as well. The tall Penguins worship their god “The Great Wind” and the Latino Penguins have Lovelace. Both are proved to be “false gods” when Mumbles returns to his home. And what is the first structure then Penguins see when they get to the human side of the world? A Church. Yup.

And if anyone can sit through the traumatic scene of watching Lovelace tossed about between two Orcas by the six-pack plastic rings around his neck without wincing, then I’m amazed. Every adult knows that penguin would’ve been dead. Of course, he lived…but that was honestly the
worst thing I’ve watched in animation before.

And lets not forget how dark and disturbing this movie is. There were several kids under the age of 6 who were terrified in some spots. And bored in others. It’s wildly inappropriate for anyone under the age of 7.

One last comment before I get off my soap box. This movie had a good message to deliver, if it would’ve just delivered it. It could’ve been a great “anti-polution” movie and global warming educator. Instead, it was depressing (yes, depressing)and preachy. It was a lesson in how
not to do an animated film. If you want to show your children a good anti-pollution story–see Ferngully.

Okay, I can’t let it go.

This movie DISTURBED ME.

Here’s the review I posted on IMDB. If anyone sees this movie and comes away with a different view, please, PLEASE, let me know.

This movie had potential.

Unfortunately it tuned into a story with too many stereotypes, clichés, and messages to count. It lost focus.

I’m not sure what I expected from the previews other than a sweet story and a few laugh out loud moments.(I got to laugh out loud, but for the wrong reasons.)

The setting was Antartica, right? So why was the Penguin leader Scottish? And why did we have the country bumpkin Penguin and the LATINO Penguins? And when I say it was full of stereotypes–trust me. You don’t want to see the leader slap the Latino Penguin and tell him
to go back to his side of the world where he came from.

Not to mention Mumble (Happy Feet) being told not to do his dance thing because he’s different. “It’s just not penguin.” Different is bad. Different isn’t welcome here. But Mumble says he can’t change and asks them to accept him the way he was born. So the dad blames himself for
making him different. And I never felt that was truly resolved to a point a kid would understand.

This movie is anti-any-religion but Christian as well. The tall Penguins worship their god “The Great Wind” and the Latino Penguins have Lovelace. Both are proved to be “false gods” when Mumbles returns to his home. And what is the first structure then Penguins see when they get to the human side of the world? A Church. Yup.

And if anyone can sit through the traumatic scene of watching Lovelace tossed about between two Orcas by the six-pack plastic rings around his neck without wincing, then I’m amazed. Every adult knows that penguin would’ve been dead. Of course, he lived…but that was honestly the
worst thing I’ve watched in animation before.

And lets not forget how dark and disturbing this movie is. There were several kids under the age of 6 who were terrified in some spots. And bored in others. It’s wildly inappropriate for anyone under the age of 7.

One last comment before I get off my soap box. This movie had a good message to deliver, if it would’ve just delivered it. It could’ve been a great “anti-polution” movie and global warming educator. Instead, it was depressing (yes, depressing)and preachy. It was a lesson in how
not to do an animated film. If you want to show your children a good anti-pollution story–see Ferngully.

That’s right, my little Piggies clinched the SEC West title today! Now they’ll play Florida Gators in the championship game.

As I said to my friend Marley, we’ll give the Gators some sweet pork ass to chomp on…that’s all they’re gonna see as the great #5 carries that ball all the way to Victory Street!

Woo Pig Sooie!

Now, on another note entirely:

DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, SUBJECT YOURSELF TO THE MOVIE (not so) HAPPY FEET. Unless of course you like a movie that is slow on the uptake, full of clichés, and tries too hard to teach too many lessons. If I could give this movie a negative rating, I would.

And when I’m talking about clichés, I mean BAD ones. Like having Latino Penguins who are slapped and told to go back to their side of the world where they belong. Yeah. Great message there.

The only good thing about the movie is the music and the occasional laugh out loud joke by Robin Williams. That’s it.

I want those two hours back. I’d rather eat toenails than go through that again.

Painful.

Oh. So. Painful.

Not so happy.

That’s right, my little Piggies clinched the SEC West title today! Now they’ll play Florida Gators in the championship game.

As I said to my friend Marley, we’ll give the Gators some sweet pork ass to chomp on…that’s all they’re gonna see as the great #5 carries that ball all the way to Victory Street!

Woo Pig Sooie!

Now, on another note entirely:

DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, SUBJECT YOURSELF TO THE MOVIE (not so) HAPPY FEET. Unless of course you like a movie that is slow on the uptake, full of clichés, and tries too hard to teach too many lessons. If I could give this movie a negative rating, I would.

And when I’m talking about clichés, I mean BAD ones. Like having Latino Penguins who are slapped and told to go back to their side of the world where they belong. Yeah. Great message there.

The only good thing about the movie is the music and the occasional laugh out loud joke by Robin Williams. That’s it.

I want those two hours back. I’d rather eat toenails than go through that again.

Painful.

Oh. So. Painful.

Not so happy.