Italian By Marriage

Twilight

2010-07-01T05:20:00.000-07:00

I was a little late in boarding the Twilight bus, but once I started reading, I was hooked! I would read in bed and would exclaim with each new development, Werewolves! Volturi! Anthony would just shake his head in dismay that I was reading such smut since I am usually almost snobby about the books I read. The first Twilight movie was already out to DVD when I started reading the books and I'm still not sure how I managed to get Anthony to watch it with me, but he did. So when New Moon came out I dragged him to the theatre though it had been out for a week or so and it wasn't too crowded. Now of course with Eclipse coming out and me going to Seattle for a week I got him to go to it last night. With 15 showings at our usual theatre and 27 at another theatre nearby, we figured we wouldn't have too much trouble getting in. And when we got there 30 minutes before it started we were shocked (though in retrospect, we should have known) that the theatre was packed! Luckily we found a couple of seats at the top and sat down. Anthony did some deep breathing while all the giggly girls chatted until the movie started. I have to say, I thoroughly enjoyed it and while giggly girls generally get on my nerves, I loved the crowd laughing over the punny lines and hooting at Jacob without a shirt on. In fact, I would even go again! Personally though, I am on Team Edward.

Realization

2010-03-09T05:38:00.001-08:00

I think my biggest character flaw, if you want to call it that, is my lack of motivation. I previously thought I just procrastinated, which I do, but it just stems from my lack of motivation. For years now I have been trying to get myself to get some kind of exercise. I bought a bike (I think I ride 3 times a year, max), I got hand weights (currently in use as a door stop), I begged my husband for the Wii Fit (have used a total of 3 times in 2 years), and the list goes on. Last January though I did start taking a water aerobics class at the community center and have faithfully gone once a week, sometimes with my sister-in-law and sometimes without. For the last six months I have thought about starting lap swimming again. Recently I even looked up the times the pool is open and because I have jury duty this afternoon even told myself I would go this morning. I got out my goggles, swim cap and then promptly got back in bed where I made my realization that this lack of motivation is my problem. And not only my problem in exercising. Every time I have a day off (the joys of working for a school) I tell myself I am going to get all this stuff done, whether its cleaning or baking or doing errands. And at the end of the day, I have generally have a half started project and nothing else to show for. Which is not to say that I just stay in bed all day. I do get done what needs to be a done, but I wish sometimes that I was one of those people that cleaned the whole house before it needed it or got up and exercised every morning or blogged wonderful things everyday. Maybe it'll just have to be something to work on. Realization is the first step.

Dance, Dance, Revolution!

2010-02-18T15:46:00.000-08:00

Let's begin by saying I am not athletically inclined nor am I particularly coordinated. Let's face it, I can barely put my boots on in the morning without losing my balance. I did dance in middle school for one year (way too hard to memorize all those steps), softball for one year (flinched every time a ball came near me), and tennis (way too slow to chase a ball). In high school I was in the spring musical and was one of the 5 kids that needed to be pulled out for extra help on very basic dance moves. About the only physical activity I can do without hurting myself is swimming. But in August 2000 I went to South Korea and fell in love with Dance, Dance, Revolution. I was absolutely in awe at the way these kids could move their feet on the dance pads and actually make it look like dancing. Plus the techno music was awesome. And being in a foreign country I was more than willing to try my hand at it since no one would ever remember me. After a couple of rounds, I was actually getting the hang of it! It took a couple more years before the fad spread to the United States, but when my now husband bought it for me for Christmas I was overjoyed. I could dance to my heart's content in the privacy of my own home! I could fall over on those tricky steps and no one would know! And as I practiced, I actually became confident enough to show off some of my skills. So while I may not be graceful and coordinated, at least I can Dance, Dance, Revolution! (and fervently pray that my children inherit my husband's athleticism!)

The Accent

2010-02-15T17:01:00.000-08:00

I have to finally admit that I have an accent. This only became more noticeable to me upon moving to the East Coast. You'd think I would have a Pacific Northwest accent, but sadly no. It seems to be an accent all of its own. And tonight, this accent has reared its ugly head. After eating dinner at a favorite restaurant, I was gathering up my to-go food and realized I needed a plastic bag to put it in. So I go up to the waiter and ask if I could get a couple of bags. And he looks at me funny and asks if I want eggs. That's right, I say bag with a long /a/ which kind of sounds like beg. I quickly remembered the "proper" way to say bag and corrected myself, much to the amusement of my husband and brother-in-law. Other words that I pronounce wrong would include "limon" for "lemon" and "duller" for "dollar." Though in my defense, I swear I say dollar just like my husband and he continues to insist that I say "duller." I also still say "tennis shoes" instead of "sneakers" but I swear people from Seattle really do say that!