Scary Movies

I rented some movies over the weekend and for some reason--I don't know why, I guess there was a moment of bravery? Or stupidity. Or just delusion that I enjoy scary movies. Anyway, I rented 28 Weeks Later, the sequel to 28 Days Later. I watched the first one when it came out in the movie theater and regretted that extremely when it came time to go to sleep. This time I figured I could watch it.
I waited until the very last possibly day before I had to take it back, and I watched it during the daylight, with my lights on. And you know what? It wasn't that bad! There were a few cringe moments, sure, and I must say, people in horror movies act incredibly stupid. But I doubt I'll have nightmares! And why do they give you a character that you get all attached to and is cute and being all hero-ish and then go and set him on fire with a flame thrower? I did not like that.
Still, I'm not a fan of scary movies. Unless it's a good werewolf movie, and then I'll have guaranteed nightmares but I'm addicted to werewolf movies. They are the scariest of all horror monsters and my biggest phobia, but I have to watch every single one and read the books just to prove to myself I can. Face your fear and all that.

Writing Snob

I have come to the unlikeable conclusion that I am a writing snob. Or just really really picky. Either way, it isn't good.
I went to another writer's group meeting last night at the library, and I was all excited to have it be as small as before so that we could have some good talks about writing. What we found worked for us, tips and helpful hints, etc. I even brought some more of my stuff, so I can put my book out of my mind for a little while.
Instead, the annoying one, the Top 5-er in the entire world, brought 8 more people just like him. I guess it is true that birds of a feather flock together. I never would have guessed it. To make a long story short, the entire hour and a half was monopolized by teeny-bopper romance stories set in junior high school or, and I quote, "The Next Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter!"
And I'm still a snob about it. I guess once I've admitted it, I can embrace it, eh? Seriously, it was awful! I tried to listen and critique at first, but then I just got more and more annoyed that they were all the same. All the same. And no new topic was introduced the entire time. It was a complete and utter takeover.
To be fair, some of their stuff wasn't bad. And they aren't shy about sharing it, good or bad, so that's good. Except if you're listening to it.
Anyway, I stopped even trying to pay attention half way through and actually got some good stuff going on my book. I think I can push through the part I'm stuck on. Anyway, the point is that I realized I don't want to be at just any writing group. I want one with the same outlook as me, where we can discuss interesting things. And I suppose if I were in a bigger area I might find another one. Sadly, I'll just have to deal. I don't know if I'm going back next month if last night was any indication.
I guess I'm just a writing snob and no real help for it. And at least they didn't concentrate on me the whole night.

Coconuts

Kamil recently went to Florida on a trip--which was a blissful 3 days, I might add. Anyway, upon his return he brought me two coconuts! That was the coolest present ever. I've never had a coconut before when you have to crack it open--in this case we drilled it open and stuck a straw inside. Kaelan was very much into it, but I wasn't too sold. I suppose if you're dying of thirst on a desert island and you find a coconut it's very refreshing, but just by itself, I wasn't impressed. Still, it was a cool present and I felt very interesting carrying them around after work.
Still nothing on the book front. To be honest, I have hit a severe case of writer's block and I am becoming increasingly frustrated. I can write in dribs and drabs, but nothing solid and nothing too mind-blowing. I have another writer's meeting tonight at the library, so I'm hoping to either get ideas or motivation. I'm so close!! I just have to push through.
We are having beautiful February weather currently--no wind and sunshine! It's amazing. Yesterday I took Kaelan to the park and we went down all the slides and climbed all the ladders. That kid is getting so big! We had to cut the outing short as he had to use the potty, but we raced and kicked some rocks on the way back so it was all ok.
Kameron is a chunky monkey! I swear all that kid does is eat. He's going to be huge. My arm is sore today from rocking him last night. Kat was at school and he wouldn't sleep without being held. I guess I don't have baby-holding muscles. I'll need to develop those.

Monster Trucks and Wind

We took Kaelan to the Monster Trucks Winter Nationals this last Saturday night. Is it just me, or have those things gotten smaller over the years? And they only crushed like four cars, sheesh. It has definitely become a hype entertainment that promises but doesn't deliver, like pro-wrestling. I don't think they were that worried about them breaking back when I was a kid. But then again, perhaps I just didn't pay attention and everything seems bigger when you're small.
Kaelan thoroughly enjoyed it, however, and I must say, it was loud. My ears actually lost hearing when they'd rev the engine. I did have ear plugs, but did not use them. So when I officially go deaf later in life, I have only myself to blame.
It is so blasted windy here! All the time! I went to church yesterday and opted to not wear a jean skirt--I've been wearing a jean skirt because it doesn't blow up on the way in. The church is right on the edge of the freaking prairie, so there is nothing to block the wind. Anyway, I decided that I'd wear something else and if I flashed the entire parking lot, so be it. Luckily, my skirt had some weight to it and did not blow up in the air but plastered itself to my knees instead.
And yet another weekend has come and gone.