Working It Off

I don't know about you, but this is how I am working off my Thanksgiving dinner...

Movies, Jobs, and Breaks

I have been watching many movies this month of November--mostly on DVD, but Kurt and Mick and I went to 2012 this weekend. That one...hmm. I can appreciate the fact that although it was foretelling most of the planet's doom, it was done for entertainment purposes, thus I did not take it very seriously whatsoever. It didn't even make me cry. I did speculate as to how I would want to go out were that situation to ever come about: to be dropped down a huge crack in the earth and incinerated, to be smashed under millions of tons of water, or to be fireballed from a very big volcano. OR to be squished by something just prior to the dropping, smashing, and fireballing. I do like John Cusack, though. I would watch anything he has out. I told my friend Dan that we need to make friends with someone high up in the government so they can get us smuggled onto whatever ship or boat or way they have to save at least some of us. In the event of a earth crust displacement, we need to be prepared and warned ahead of time. Anyway, the other movie I watched recently was once again Star Trek, this time on DVD. And yes, Spock was still sexy.

In the case of my job, this is what has been going on: I work from 9 to 5, sometimes 8 to 5 if I need to cover for Sandy, and things are going well. I have been involved the entire month of November in fitting my first mastectomy patient--well, the first one that I have been responsible for. And it has been a challenge! I am due to fit her tomorrow with the lastest and hopefully she will be satisfied. It is kind of like a puzzle...trying to find which size breast form, how to rotate it, etc. And in this case, what is too big and what is too small.

And lastly, Thanksgiving break is coming up! I work a whopping total of 2 days this week, and then we are driving home to Montana! Brandt and Ash will join us for dinner on Thursday, and then we are all going to Helena to tour the Fire Station on Friday so the boys can see everything and maybe even sit in an actual fire truck. They are super excited. Then Saturday is Ashlie's shower, and then we drive back to Casper on Sunday.

Just in time for the Ugly Sweater party I am throwing the beginning of December...

The Turn

My new project? Turning around on my slack line! I can do the turn, I just can't get started in the opposite direction. I will practice!

Halloween Party!

So my costume sucked this year...I just wasn't feeling it. I was a Survivor contestant who got voted off. About the only thing I did have going for me was my torch. Oh well. We played Apples To Apples and ate too much food. It was a good party.

Kat's cake--it was a big hit.

Bumblebee!

Kameron's costume was awesome! He was a little Batman, complete with cowl and cape. He looked good.

Zombies

I just watched Zombieland. Other than the gore, it was more of a feel-good movie than Where The Wild Things Are! And since I don't mind the blood and guts, it was definitely more of a feel-good movie! If the makers of Zombieland can turn zombies running amok into a positive, why couldn't the director of Where The Wild Things Are for a children's story?? Ok, I'm done talking about that movie.

My favorite part of Zombieland? The Woody Harrelson, Bill Murray reenactment of Ghostbusters, with vacuum cleaners. Awesome!!

Where The Wild Things Are

We took Kaelan to see Where the Wild Things Are today...and I have one major gripe with the movie. I loved the book as a kid...the very idea of Max escaping his punishment by going on this amazing adventure where the Wild Things live and being crowned their king is so cool. And in the end, he comes home because he's done. They had a great time--their wild rumpus took them on all sorts of adventures--but after the Wild Things go to sleep, Max goes home.

In the movie...well, I don't want to spoil it for anyone, but suffice it to say that there is not much happy about this version. I really did like how they brought the Wild Things to life. Their wild rumpus was very believable. But why did they have to be so...disfunctional? They were supposed to be uncivilized in a good way! Wild but not burdened with the problems that face us on a day to day basis. I guess you could argue both sides of the coin. They were very human-like in their emotions and feelings which means they were relatable.

I guess what it all comes down to is that when I finish the book Where the Wild Things Are, I never cry. In the movie, I bawled. It just isn't supposed to be sad. It is supposed to be happy and leave your imagination all fired up for your own wild rumpus. And it isn't quite the kid's story it should have been.

And So It Is

I have really been struggling with working from 9 to 5--not because I hate my job, but because there is no time to do anything but work! I am not a workaholic. I don't understand that mentality. Maybe if my job were skydiving or slack lining or working for the circus...all things I can see myself doing a lot of. But I get up, I go to work, I come home tired from work, and I have maybe 4 hours to do anything...not nearly long enough to fit all my hobbies in!

I am preaching to the choir, aren't I?

I know, I know...be thankful I have a good job that pays well and suck it up. But when someone finally wants my books and I don't have to work 9 to 5, or I get brave enough to run away to the circus, I will be a happy happy girlie.