...randomness, that is.
Would you believe that one of the Christmas cards we sent out (last year, mind you, at the BEGINNING of December even) was returned to sender and showed up in my mail slot last week?! Seriously, it took that bad boy 8 months to make it back home! I thought it was pretty funny. Of course, then I had to email the gal it was supposed to go to and tell her why she never heard from our family at Christmas.
I watched another great flick last week from Netflix: Dear Frankie.
Have you seen this beautiful little film? Here is a short summary I found online:
"Nine-year-old Frankie and his single mum Lizzie have been on the move ever since Frankie can remember, most recently arriving in a seaside Scottish town. Wanting to protect her deaf son from the truth that they've run away from his father, Lizzie has invented a story that he is away at sea on the HMS Accra. Every few weeks, Lizzie writes Frankie a make-believe letter from his father, telling of his adventures in exotic lands. As Frankie tracks the ship's progress around the globe, he discovers that it is due to dock in his hometown. With the real HMS Accra arriving in only a fortnight, Lizzie must choose between telling Frankie the truth or finding the perfect stranger to play Frankie's father for just one day..."
It is a great little movie. Of course, it doesn't hurt that there is a little Gerard Butler thrown in, haha, but Emily Mortimer is fantastic as well, and the little boy in the movie is so endearing you want to take him home in your pocket. I also enjoyed the music and the Scottish accents. Oh, the Scottish accents. How is it that the Scottish, Irish, British, and Australian accents all sound so incredibly sophisticated? Our accents here in the States cannot even compare, sounding terribly plain and even somewhat country-bumpkin-ish in parts, even if we are intelligent beings. Not that I'm not proud of the varied accents here in the US, but they certainly don't sound anywhere close to being as debonair and romantic.
Would someone please fast-forward me to October already? Summertime is officially here, and the temps are now in the upper 90s and are supposed to remain there indefinitely. I am definitely not an extreme-heat gal, but if it must be this ridiculously hot, well then, I will just give thanks for the pool in my backyard.
Enough already with the ignorant media! Once again, I spotted a photo of Nicole Kidman captioned with the phrase "new mom". New mom?! Yes, she just had a baby, but she has been a mother for years to the two children with Tom Cruise. No, they didn't happen to pop out of her belly like this recent one, but they are her children just the same. Again, is this just Hollywood and the media once more being completely insensitive to the fact that those two children, adopted or not, are HER children and she is THEIR mother? Nicole Kidman is not a new mom. She has already been a mom for years, she just has a third child now to show for it. Enough already.
And I am really looking forward to this movie coming in August, with my favorite Gilmore Girl, that's right: