“You may be the pro, Joe. But I know who you really are and you’re all fucked up.” Meet Joe Black
Hello 35 — we meet at last. I always knew this day would come, and now that it has, I am kind of… bummed. I feel like it’s not possible — it’s too early for me to be thirty-five, it is just too freaking soon. Way too freaking soon. Yes, thirty five years is thirty five years — it doesn’t come later or any earlier for different people. And no, it’s not a villain who is coming for you… but damn, it sure does feel that way.
I want my car back, dammit!! Sigh… insurance companies have no sense of freaking urgency. I just want to say that I am beginning to lose my patience with this car thing…
Welcome back — part 2, movies that are fucking awesome… let’s rock. Keep in mind, this is a continuation of the same list, so there is no theme, no rhyme or reason, and no exclusivity… right. Here we go.
Originally this post was supposed to be about my top ten all time favorite movies… then it became top 25 favorites, then at 30 I realized I wasn’t going to be able to rank and list my absolute favorite movies definitively (we’d be here for a ridiculously long time), thus I arrived at a list of thirty-three (because thirty just didn’t seem right, 31 didn’t look right, and 32 is an even number… yes, I am weird, I know) films that I absolutely love. This list is not exclusive, nor is it in any particular order.
Today I hit a deer. This is the second one this year, exactly 100 days after the first one. It was on the first of the year. So, to reiterate, January 1st of 2018 I hit a deer and then, 100 days later, I hit another one. That’s fucking crazy, right?
On my 31st birthday my husband and daughter took me to the aquarium and I took some pictures. I love the idea of underwater photography, the execution of it however can be somewhat exacerbating… especially when you’re contending with crowds, tanks, dirty glass and you know… your children. But hey, look at the fishies!