Yesterday I attended church with my parents. Dick is out of town on business, and it’s much easier to take care of the kids at Grandma’s house, even if she does mysteriously disappear at bedtime. She encourages messes in her kitchen, and she has a Xanadu-like backyard complete with swings, treehouse, grass, pool, garden, trampoline, [...]
I could probably maintain an entire blog just about the (childrens) books that make an old-fashioned book-burning look totally defensible. But honestly, the gag-reflex I get from Angelina Ballerina is greatly eclipsed by the desire to glut myself on endless re-readings of Dumpy LaRue, Julius, the Baby of the World, The Ordinary Princess, and everything by L.M. Montgomery.
But where’s the fun in slavering adoration? [...]
Actually, the truth, beauty, freedom, and love thing is from Moulin Rouge, which I loved and Melinda fell asleep during. Can’t really blame her, though. Moulin Rouge is just yet another musical with the a bizarre never-ending musical/dance/dream sequence halfway through (think Oklahoma, Xanadu, and every Gene Kelly or Fred Astaire movie ever).
Here’s the topic [...]