We are becoming a fat and stupid nation.
I went to see The Dark Knight tonight. Yes, by myself, since Matt was tending the children. I half hoped for another “fan boys” type experience. Instead, as I sat in my reserved seat, in a packed theatre, I found myself flanked by morbidly obese people. The couple to my left, snacking on giant plates of nachos, crunching so loudly I couldn’t hear the trailers. The couple to my right, inhaling popcorn from a jumbo tub. Obese people in front of me, obese people behind me, obesity all around. I say “morbidly obese” because all of these people was extremely obese, to the point they were barely fitting into their seats, excess fat overflowing from them.
Then, as the film played, I realized the group of twenty-something-year-old Barbies behind me weren’t quite so bright. As the Batmobile computer read “Loiter,” a girl a few rows behind me loudly asked her group of friends, “Loiter. What does that mean?” Ummmm…wow.
The remedy? Exercise more, pig out less. Read more, shop less. DUH!
from the Wii.
I am imposing some rules regarding the Wii and they are not for my son… they’re for me. The last few weeks I’ve been staying up far past my bedtime to play the Wii. What ever happened to the sense of self-discipline instilled in me by my parents? Too much of a good thing has turned my brain to mush. I feel a brain cavity coming on. There have been several posts forgotten, housework neglected, maybe even husband neglected. (No, don’t worry. The children have not been neglected.)
And so, I’ve turned off the Wii… for now.
New photo stills from the upcoming film version of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince are out! Eeeeeeeeeee!!!! I’m sure they’re on all the fan sites but I found them on yahoo.
I was just reminiscing this morning about the eight hour all-nighter I pulled to read The Deathly Hallows last year, after it’s release. I literally read from 12:45 a.m. until 8:30 a.m. the next morning. Matt has always been so good to go out at midnight and purchase the books for me. When HBP came out I was eight months pregnant with baby #2. When DH came out, I was almost eight months pregnant with baby #3. It has been immensely enjoyable to read (ok, devour) the Harry Potter series and I look forward to sharing them with my children some day. But first, the films!!!
and I’m still blogging. This is undoubtedly a sickness.
Tonight I witnessed “evil” to a whole new level. Matt and I were watching some program about China titled, “Getting Rich.” During a discussion about the crackdown on the counterfeit culture, the commentator mentioned infants dying because they were fed “counterfeited” formula. There was no nutrition in the powders and they died. Their poor mothers thought they were feeding their babies milk. It made me want to VOMIT. I considered for a second to ban products “Made in China,” which is ironic since I am Chinese. However, it’d be impossible to do since everything is made in China. Even the stuff made in Mexico, those “Made in Mexico” stickers are made in China.
If you want a Chinese wife, here’s what you’d probably have to put up with:
Incessant worrying- Really great cooking
- Lots of smiles
- Sometimes frowns
- Respectful/deferential
- Courteous and dutiful
- Hopefully wise.
Matt can attest to this… and my type A personality. I should’ve been a lawyer…
Thanks to my friend “Chester,” my cover is blown. (Well, in this neighborhood, anyway.) Contact me if you want access to the family blog.
Many are familiar with Randy Pausch’s video on Youtube. However, I highly recommend reading his book, The Last Lecture. It’s a quick and easy read. Yet, there is so much truth and poignancy to be found within its pages. (It’s also more comprehensive than the Carnegie Mellon video.)
His story is life altering, giving us perspective on what’s actually important in this life. At times it’s quite difficult to get through, knowing that this is a man who will die within a few months, still attempting to leave a legacy for his children, to find a way to teach them, to be with them and love them, when he’s no longer with them. He’s defied death so far, but according to his blog, his cancer has metastasized. 
He is a complete stranger, and yet I feel such compassion, sorrow, joy, hope and love for him and his family. What a courageous example to us all. Tomorrow I am going to paint one of his mottoes on my wall: Don’t complain; just work harder.
