As we waited for a vaccine, a cure or a sudden end of COVID19, my mom and I decided to watch a few feel-good movies from our past this weekend.
My kids were mostly sitting on the floor, playing with their legos through basically the 5 movies. And I thought, pandemic or no pandemic, life could never possibly be better than this. Sitting on my couch, watching old movies with my mom as my kids play. It is the dream, I tell you.
These were our picks in the actual order that we watched and I am not going to rate them because you can’t rate kid-friendly perfection!
Binge watching anything with coffee just has to be my favorite thing in life. Is that a profession?
It’s funny because I never met my grandfather. None of them, actually. Yet, I have inherited something very particular from each one of them.
My maternal grandfather loved books and alpino chocolate, just like I do. He was also a painter like me. He left me a collection of old books and paintings. Some of them made by him. I cherish them, deeply.
Now, my paternal grandfather gave my obsession for miniatures. And, when I say obsession, I quite possibly mean actual obsession, considering he had severe mental disorders. Oh, well, I guess I got more than one thing from him.
Today on pinterest I came across something that would certainly please him. Miniature places book shelf inserts!
They picture is not miine and the link will get you to the owner’s Etsy shop.
Part of me wants to live in those little scenarios. A large part.
Models are definitely something I loved about being an architect and, when combined with books, it is just so appealing to me, I can barely explain. – Although I am sure there is a very deep explanation.
Meanwhile, I will probably build my own… considering I love fancy things but don’t have the money to spare! Any book suggestions?
I don’t quite understand how my brain works. The way a smell triggers a memory or the way there’s a certain song that will always make me cry as if something terrible had happened.
There’s one thing though that I know it’s very planted in my brain and even though I don’t get the mechanism, I like the way it feels.
Opening a brand new box of colored pencils makes me instantly happy.
I feel in kindergarten. I feel safe, and happy and just filled with possibilities.
Since I am an adult, now, apparently, I make sure *almost* every time I go to dollarama I came back with a brand new box of colored pencils. I have different brands, water colors, pastel, you name it. And it never gets old. Every time I open one… there is the feeling.
So, today, I wasn’t feeling my best. It’s a weird time for all of us. Therefore I decided to sit down with my kids and sort our used pencils in mason jars. It was late at night and the house was quiet. It was just us and the colors.
I think I’ve changed. Hopefully for the better, although, not entirely.
I used to think that the universe would punish me if I ever got mad at anyone. I actually googled “what would Jesus do?” at one point trying to suppress negative feelings. That’s the part where I think I’ve changed for the worse. I don’t avoid conflict as much as I used to. It has surprisingly worked in my favor, actually. Not that I am proud of it. Calling people out on their shit kinda became… necessary.
Other than becoming a worse person, I have also changed my preferences in random things dramatically!
Small towns or the city? The city! No question! That is not what 10-years-ago me would say at all, though.
I also seem to love tomatoes and onions. Something I removed from every single sandwich I had until I was probably 30.
And most of all, I don’t hate the city I grew up in. I remember why I left, but I don’t hate it at all. I remember my dreams, my wishes and the movies I watched as I imaged what my life would be like far away from that horrible beach I didn’t step foot in for good 10 years even though it was figuratively across the street. I remember hating it so much.
Now, I love it there. I love the simplicity of the people. I love the food. I love the heat. The water is healing.
I guess I only had a certain amount of hate available in my body and I ended up redirecting it. Using it all up toward certain people.
Probably a fair trade. My beach never hurt anyone.
I found a letter I wrote to myself 5 years ago. Apparently, I’ve been this dramatic for a very long time.
Dear future me,
Beyond all the crying, the screaming and them not doing what you tell them to, there’s a moment you visit from time to time as a parent. It doesn’t matter how tired you are, you cannot sleep. You don’t want to. Because you are holding your baby. Sleeping in your sore, tired arms. Nothing in the world can make you let go.
The babies are there to remind you that everything is ok and that you’re the luckiest person in the world, because you are their parent.
You think far away thoughts like “I’m gonna miss you when you go off to college, little ones.” … because you know time flies. You’ve seen it happen before. You know you are gonna miss these babies holding your legs and stretching those little arms in your direction begging you to hold them. The little faces they make.
You know they won’t be doing that for long. When was the last time you hugged your parents and let time fly by? Do you even remember? I bet your mom misses her baby too.
In a couple years your arms won’t be so sore and you’ll get a lot more sleep… and you’ll miss these days. You’ll miss being the only person in the world your babies need to be happy.
You’ll miss having them home. Sleeping over your tummy.
I’m sorry I can’t freeze time for you, honey. I do not have the power to bring you back to this moment , years from now when you’re finally feeling this… but I can tell you one thing: Even though this moment, mid-night September 10, 2015 is gone, you are one lucky girl for having lived it.
Do I get the “worst mom of all times award” just for liking David Spade’s book? I mean, I had no clue! I thought it was hilarious and I was also totally under the impression that David and I were best friends because:
We basically lived the same life in high school.
He (or his social media people, although he doesn’t strike me as the guy who has social media people) liked my instagram post.
There! Best friends.
So then I read some of the reviews and I learned that basically, in order to be a good person, I should not have liked it, apparently. Or maybe I shouldn’t be saying out loud that I liked it… like some of you.
I did actually think I was doing something wrong when the porn chapter came. The whole time I was listening to it, I was thinking: “Wow… Sophia Bush ain’t gonna like this.”
I supposed that was not too feminist of me.
Don’t get me wrong. I was raised to be the most feminist girl on the block. My dad always says he raised me to be independent because he watched his mom suffer so much when she was being abused by his father. She had 6 kids and nowhere to run. She had to accept the affairs and the violence and that was a big part of my dad’s speech when I was growing up.
My dad is ALSO the one who said “Geez… I raised you to be the man of the house but maybe what you are doing is a little TOO MUCH?”
I was talking to one of my most feminist friends, who had recently had a baby, and our conclusion was: I just wanna sleep. Screw feminism! Let them work! I’ll stay home. I just wanna sleep. Forever. Just sleep through a night. Thank you.
So, yeah, I like having my voice and my independence but whenever I see someone else’s daily routine on instagram starting with “I SIT DOWN to have breakfast and then I DO MY HAIR AND MAKE UP” I’m like: I quit independence!!! I want *THAT*!
I grab a diet coke to go every morning and *maybe* twice a month I’ll brush my hair before I tie it into a bun and go to work, people! I am freaking tired! 98 out of 100 days, I wish I was baking pies all day… ideally yo a non-abusive husband who does not throw on my face the fact that he is the one paying the bills every day… did I just get too ideal here?
I guess we all learned from this book that David Spade is a jerk. Well, that explains it. I probably like jerks. I probably am a jerk too! As long as he makes me laugh, I am totally cool with it.
Booksmart is one of those movies about teenagers that are not supposed to be watched by unsupervised teenagers. So, my guess is… it’s a movie for parents (much like “13 reasons why”)… so there’s nothing weird about the fact that I have already watched it 3 times in a month, right?
I may be just me, or the fact that I did nothing but study really hard in my high school years, but I absolutely lived through this movie! I tend to do that a lot. Teenage comedies have been my thing since I was a teenager and actively knew I was not enjoying those years properly… but of course, back in my day, I was watching “16 candles” and “The Breakfast club” , which were not exactly R-rated.
This is actually the only downside of booksmart for me. Being a parent of young kids, I can’t let this movie play on on the background all day, every day as I do with “Ferris Bueller’s day off” just to create a vibe in the house.
All that aside, I had really big expectations for Beanie Feldstein, after all she IS Jonah Hill’s sister… and I was not let down! She absolutely funny and reminds me a lot of Jonah! Both the eyes and the acting style.
It broke my heart when I hard Jonah say in the “Life is Short” podcast how bad he felt when he was overweight, specially in his teenage years and how proud he was of Beanie for how strong she is towards criticism. I absolutely just wanted to hug him. I have a special place in my heart for people who can crack me up. It is rare, people.
Beanie’s co-star, Kaitlyn Dever has been in another interesting project called “Unbelievable”, which I haven’t watched yet because I am CLEARLY a silly-movies person. I mean… real life gives me enough heart palpitations as it is…
I love it. I just love it. I love that we get to see Lisa Kudrow , Jason Sudeikis and Will Forte and I also love that each member of the cast was so carefully picked. I foresee this is gonna be a “Mean Girls” situation where everyone in the cast endup being very successful.
Fun fact. As the professional stalker that I am, I was forced to google most members of the cast and I found out that “Nick” ( Mason Gooding ) is Cuba Gooding Jr.’s son. Talk about big shoes to fill! You guys remember “Radio”? I am pretty sure that movie gave me a panic attack… I’m glad I quit that serious-movies stuff long ago.
I must mention that there’s another thing I love about this movie. Even though it’s set in 2019, the unsaturated colors give it a very 90’s vibe! And other than my kids, It’s safe to say the 90’s are my favorite thing in the world! Well, considering I keep trying to seek the experiences I never had as a teenager, my love for the 90’s would be kind of predictable.
Gee… I hope I sound normal enough.
Oh well… that should be the least of my concerns by this point!
I refuse to start this post by saying *spoiler alert* ’cause if you’re thinking there’s a major twist on the second book like Lana Jean goes to the army to save Peter, who now only has one leg, and they struggle to cross the border together after a series of dramatic events you are even more of a lunatic than I am!
Seriously, guys. Nothing really happens. Again. Except, this time not even cute-letters-going-around happen. The movie is suppose to portrait a “real” relationship now. I mean, as real as high school relationships can be.
I get it, I get it… movies are unrealistic and supposed to make us want more from real life. Movies also make people infinitely unsatisfied with their own lives as they seek for perfect relationships that don’t actually exist and that is a potential problem in our society. But, cooooome on! Did Peter Kavinsky really HAVE TO turn out so ordinary? This is the guy that in the first movie made all of us question our marriages because our husbands were clearly not Peter enough! And now he is just… meh.
In fact, the whole movie, to me, was kinda meh. But fortunately, one thing remains perfect: Lana Jean’s bedroom!
I love colorful teenage rooms so much, I should probably mention it in therapy. The shades of blue and pink just go all around the spectrum in a very wide angle and make me instantly happy. And not just me! YOU TOO! Warm colours actually produce serotonin so you might wanna rethink that off-white stuff you’ve got going on in your living room if you happen to be struggling with depression.
I mean… they must have spent all the budget for the sets on Lana Jean’s room because the living room turned out pretty ordinary except for the ridiculous amount of blue books they had on the shelf. Talk about judging a book by it’s cover. I can only imagine the work those interns had to do browsing indigo for blue books… and then they had to find pillows and flowers that magically matched the wardrobe. Just like real life.
The first movie had a little story. Super silly, but extremely cute. The other day, I was not feeling well, and I just laid in bed and watched that first movie again. It’s a nice little thing to put on if you wanna fall asleep and just slow down. It felt good. I doubt I’ll ever find a reason to watch the second movie again, except maybe going over this scenes to stare at this gorgeous combination of yellow, bue and red.
Fine… I still might take a peek at the third book of the series before the third movie comes out (if it does) ’cause even though it’s not my favorite, I just can’t hate it.
Oh! And yes, I did notice Maddie as a cheerleader!