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2007 Highlights

Though 2007 for the most part sucked, it had it’s highlights:

Cooperstown–A drinking town with a baseball problem. Sounds like heaven, doesn’t it? And it was. I was there. It was so awesome to be there during Cal’s weekend. As a baseball fan, an Orioles fan, a Ripken fan, it was a real dream come true. I’m still a bit amazed that my husband agreed to go, because the look on his face when I suggested it in 2006 was, politely stated, unenthusiastic. We combined it with a trip to Montreal, which was a fun and interesting city, as well as the Adirondacks, which were pretty, but I contend not as lovely as the parks a short distance from where I live.

MASN–In April, MASN magically appeared on my television and I’m sure I heard choruses of angels singing. Even though I know it sounds contradictory, because let’s be honest, it was no picnic watching the Os this season, I couldn’t wait for each game. It was such a gift to be able to watch them from the comfort of my own home. You can take the girl out of Baltimore, but you can’t take the Orioles out of the girl. I’m not sure even I realized how much I missed baseball, it’s been so long since I’ve been able to watch. The Os were also a good diversion to take my mind off my other frustrations and each and every diversion I found this year meant a lot.

Birthday Vacation–It will be hard to top the trip my husband planned out West for my birthday. There were only two places I wanted to be on my birthday: either Paris or the Grand Canyon. The exchange rate makes going to Europe seem foolish right now so Grand Canyon it was, and in the end it was a better choice. My husband didn’t even complain about doing a strenuous hike even though I know it’s wasn’t his preference. We got to most of the National Parks in Utah, plus a bonus impromptu tour along Route 66, and relaxing by the pool for a few days in Vegas. It rocked.

Website launch–It’s been my wish for a long time to launch a website. A place to share information that I hope will help others or be interesting in some way. It’s an ongoing project and still under construction, but one day I hope it’s organized enough to be useful.

My readers–A friend of mine and I love to talk about how we touch others and often never even know it or know how much. You, my readers, have touched me. When I realized that there were a handful of people reading my blog, it really gave me something to look forward to every day, and it took my mind off my worries. It’s been so much fun to think about what stories and news I could share that might entertain the poor souls who bravely venture to this url. I’m sure I entertained myself more than I entertained you, but I did try. I know your time is as limited and precious as mine, so I want you to know how much you brightened my day, humbly thank you, and tell you how grateful I am that you take the time to read this silly little blog.

My blog friends–Is there anything better than connecting with others? Making friendships and sharing a common bond, even virtually or electronically is a wonderful feeling. It was a real treat to find others in the world of blogging, Roar from 34, Wayward O, and Dempsey’s Army and most especially my friend Mindpinball. It was especially rewarding to learn that I’m not the last Orioles fan standing — and to point out this fact, as often as possible, to my husband, who for a while there was quite bewildered by my affection for our pathetic team. He’s taking an interest in baseball now, perhaps thanks to the evidence that there are others out there like me. Thanks to all of you for all the laughs you gave me, articles you shared, comments you posted, and for giving me something fun and interesting to read. I always look forward to your posts and am glad that I found you out in the ether.

My family–Of course, my family is also a wonderful gift. My mother and mother-in-law (the best mother-in-law ever) who offer love and support long distance, always call to keep in touch with us, and even torture themselves reading my blog. I often wish I could clone myself so that I could be here and with them at the same time. I love them and appreciate the love they share.

Jeff–My friend Jeff. He is wonderful. He is considerate, kind, compassionate and has a wonderful sense of humor and really helped me get through some bleak days when I felt like giving up. Every day he comes to my cubicle and asks, “How are you doing today” giving me a chance to vent if I need it, and more importantly letting me know that someone cared during a time when nearly everyone else was too timid or uncomfortable to show it. He was a bright spot in my day and has been such a supportive friend, I feel so blessed to know him, and am grateful for the laughs, the hugs, the pats on the back and the fantasies we shared of running over some of my doctors. He is truly a special person and a very treasured friend.

Eventually poses after a struggle. The punk!

Jeff

My husband–This is the hardest highlight of all to describe. How do you capture in words what a gift it is to have a husband who loves you and is there for you through the hard times as well as the good times. I could fill many pages detailing the many wonderful things about him from just the last twelve months. He put up with my many rabid moments watching the Orioles. He isn’t a baseball fan, but nonetheless planned the trip and went with me to Cooperstown. He didn’t complain when I asked Saturday night, “Can we skip the brewery tour, cause the game is on and I don’t want to miss it.” He didn’t get grouchy when I woke him up at 5:00 a.m. at the campground on the day of the Induction and asked, “Can we go [get to the field]? People are leaving already.” He planned our entire vacation out West. He hiked with me on my birthday without complaining once about the elevation. He didn’t ask me to going s–ing (that unspeakable snow sport that always results in injuries) even once this year. He picks up the Chinese carry-out when I’m feeling too lazy or tired to cook. He always has a new movie for us to watch. He’s kind and understanding, and the best thing that ever happened to me. I am so grateful for his love, even in spite of all my worts.

Trying to not smile like a serial killer

The Husband

Thanks so much to all of you for reading. I hope 2008 brings you plentiful love, health, peace, happiness, and is your best year yet. I look forward to finding new ways to bore you, and to those of you with your own blogs, I look forward to being entertained by your articulate, informative, funny and beautifully written posts. May the universe shower you with goodness. Happy New Year!!!

Cleaning up my desk

I decided to start fresh in 2008 and am somewhat reluctantly clearing off my cork board. Every year I make a practice of cleaning up, clearing out, and eliminating the clutter. Even the things that we love in our environment, when seen every day, stop being seen, they disappear and blend into the background. For that reason, I make a habit of setting aside at least one day a year to look at every single object I own and re-evaluate whether it is still serving me. If not, then I take an action to pass it onto someone who will appreciate it or figure out a way to make it fresh again.

I have many inspirational sayings on my cork board, but because they’ve been there for years, I don’t notice them anymore and have long ago abandoned my practice of reading them every morning before I kick off the day. I thought I’d share them with you before I put them in the recycle bin.

This one was forwarded to me in an email. I don’t know the original source anymore, but the date was August 2003. I remember the day I received, printed, and hung it up, but it seems like decades ago now. It’s amazing how much our lives can change in a few short years.

More of the same gets more of the same. What we were given to practice, we practiced. What we practiced, we became. What we became, we are continuing to become-only more so-every day of our lives. We can do ourselves a favor by being aware of what we practice…If we practice finding beauty today, we’ll find twice as much beauty tomorrow. If we work on forgiveness today, tomorrow we may be free of resentments. If we choose to relate rather than isolate, we can walk with friends through all the years that stretch before us. What will the future bring us? Whatever we have invested in it.

A quote from Eleanor Roosevelt:

One’s philosophy is not best expressed in words.
It is expressed in the choices one makes.

This one is from Oprah’s website:

Sarah Ban Breathnach expands on ten simple truths that can start to transform your life now.
1. Gratitude is the most transformative force in the cosmos, because gratitude is love. Sarah says, “When our hearts our broken, we don’t think we have much to be thankful for. We don’t have to be smiling when we say ‘Thank you.’”
2. Your happiness increases the happiness of everyone who knows you. “We have so much. All we have is all we need. All we need is the awareness of how blessed we really are.”
3. Whether we live passionately or not is a choice we make. When writers write, the most important emotion is conveyed between the lines. “I want to live in between the lines, where the depth is.”
4. Those who live passionately teach us how to love. Those who love passionately teach us how to live.
5. Big changes come with small choices. “Little changes [and] little choices add up to be revolutionary changes in your life.”
6. The more risks you take, the luckier you become.
7. Nothing hurts you more than your expectations. “If you trust life and learn to embrace it and try not to control everything, then life can be more wondrous than you thought it would be.”
8. Our relationships with others are only as emotionally healthy, happy, holy and content as our relationships with ourselves.
9. The only wound your soul never recovers from is regret. “What I know for sure is that we don’t have the luxury of regret any more. The past only asks to be remembered.”
10. Cherish each morning and give thanks for each evening. “I think the greatest gift September 11 can give us would be that we learn to cherish our imperfect lives.”

This from the Chopra Center:

Wednesday: Speaking for Peace
Today, the purpose of speaking is to create happiness in the listener. Have this intention: Today every word I utter will be chosen consciously. I will REFRAIN from complaints, condemnation and criticism. Your practice is to do at least one of the following:
- Tell someone how much you appreciate them.
- Express genuine gratitude to those who have helped and loved you.
- Offer healing or nurturing words to someone who needs them.
- Show respect to someone whose respect you value.

If you find that you are reacting negatively to anyone, in a way that isn’t peaceful, refrain from speaking and keep silent. Wait to speak until you feel centered and calm, and then speak with respect.

Unfortunately, Chopra only has an abbreviated version on his website now of the “Seven Practices for Peacemaking.”

This one is from Kristin Coach because I spend far too much time beating myself up for hurting someone’s feelings or maybe having hurt someone’s feelings, or taking to long to thank someone for something, or not getting them the perfect gift, or being so unladylike uttering streams of profanities at the Orioles like someone with Turrets Syndrome, etc, etc.

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; [if only I could believe that] some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day [for me to make more mistakes to regret and replay in my head for the next fifty years]; you shall begin it serenely [hahaha, that’s funny, but I wish] and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

This one attributed to Ghandi:

Keep your thoughts positive, because your thoughts become your words. Keep your words positive, because your words become your behaviors. Keep your behaviors positive, because your behaviors become your habits. Keep your habits positive, because your habits become your values. Keep your values positive, because your values become your destiny.

And finally, my very favorite saying by John Wesley. It’s so ironic that I learned about this from someone who said, “I voted for George Bush because I like my money.” Well, how noble. While I respected her honesty, I had a hard time liking her after that. That and her absurd belief that teachers make $60,000 a year.

Do all the good you can,
By all the means you can,
In all the ways you can,
In all the places you can,
To all the people you can,
As long as you ever can.

Beautiful! I love it!

Hope you enjoyed this edition of “clean out your cube.”

More Interesting Podcasts

Here I am stuck in cubicle hell again, but if I’m looking at the bright side, at least it’s a cubicle with windows, unlike the one I had in the dungeon last year. There are 22 cars in the parking lot, including mine. Seriously, why am I here? Cough. Cough.

My husband suggested the Indian buffet today so that gives me something to look forward to. In the meantime, I have to get some work done, or pretend to work, looking really busy and annoyed with stacks of papers piled on my desk, a la George Castanza.

Here are some things to entertain you that I learned in my effort to catch up on my podcasts:

  • What Makes a Terrorist?–Alan Kreuger (no relation to Freddie) discusses in his book What Makes a Terrorist who becomes a terrorist. It’s not the stereotype that we think–the economically impoverished, but rather the fanatical, educated, and financially well-off. He makes the point that there are many people in poverty in the world but they don’t become terrorists. The ones likely to succeed are the ones who have the knowledge and finances to plan and execute an attack. Importantly, we’re reminded that it’s not just fanatical Muslims who are terrorists, we’ve had several terrorists grown on our own soil, all white men. Looks worth a read.
  • Boys Adrift–Boys in the United States are doing less well in school than in previous generations. Dr. Sax has studied why. He cites five factors influencing the downward performance, including that we are trying to teach boys to read too soon. Girls and boys are developmentally different; boys develop language skills much later than girls, as late as eight years old. This research has been known at least 10 years, so I was a bit surprised that the schools haven’t changed curriculum to accommodate our biological differences.

    Another factor adversely affecting boys is the amount of estrogen in the water. (Estrogens come from plastic and pesticides.) Boys need testosterone in order to feel energized and motivated, and to tear up your house as infants. (Sax cites evidence of male frogs laying eggs in D.C.)

    Video games, regardless of the content, negatively influence student performance. They are addictive and studies have found that children play them an average of three hours a day. That’s three hours less on other activities, interacting with others, reading, studying…

    The lack of male role models in a boy’s life (men are not superfluous to a healthy boy’s development) is also very detrimental to raising healthy men. Here is Dr. Sax’s website.

    Here’s the interview on Diane Rehm. Please listen to it or read the book, even if you don’t have sons, and please pass this information along to others.

Only 1709 podcasts to go.

One last thing…listen to this interview with Eartha Kitt. It’s great!

Have a wonderful, sunshiney day and Happy New Year’s Eve!

Great Mysteries I’d Love to See Solved

There are so many mysteries I hope are solved in my lifetime. So many questions I want answered.

  • Will we find a cure for our many human diseases?
  • Why does my cat choose to throw up at five a.m. on our duvet?
  • Will my next door neighbors ever get a day off? They work so hard and leave so early in the morning, I feel so sorry for them.
  • Will my next door neighbors ever get a car that starts without twenty minutes of restarting and gunning the engine at five a.m.?
  • Why do the hateful gang neighbors around the corner leave so much trash laying all over their yard, yet manage to find the energy to put up Christmas lights every year and how do they reconcile the whole notion of being in a gang and Christianity? I’d love to hear that rationalization. Will they ever finish the bay windows they started on a year ago? (Some days I want to put a hit out on them, but judging by the drive by shooting a few months ago, someone has already done that.)
  • Why do the females of some species eat the males after having sex? Why limit your future chances of having sex like that?
  • Why did I never take that job as ballgirl for the Orioles? What in the hell was I thinking? That remains one of my biggest regrets.
  • Why do people settle in places that aren’t meant for human habitation and then act shocked when a natural disaster happens? It’s not rocket science, is it?
  • Will my chubby neighbor ever lose weight?



The last one is probably the greatest of the mysteries in my life. That’s not true, my husband has a fair number of bizarre behaviors but they’ll never be solved, so why think about them. As long as he never lines the bathroom cabinets with aluminum foil, I’m not bothered. I’m kidding, of course. He’s just an easy target and I probably have more odd habits than he does. Except his affinity for yellow post-it notes. That one is kind of troubling. I find them everywhere, stacks of scribbled notes, all starting with the words “Note to self:…” followed by a date and time stamp. I’m kidding again.

Back to the neighbor. Nearly every morning, if I leave my house on time, I pass one of my neighbors, always wearing headphones, walking at a fast clip, sweat pouring off his face as he huffs his way back home. I’ve seen him walking for at least the last six years. I don’t mean this in a bad way, but he’s a big guy. For a long time, every time I saw him, I thought, “Good for you! You go!!” I don’t know the man, but nevertheless, I keep pulling for him. I really want him to succeed, which I just now realized reveals that I’m assuming he has a goal to lose weight. Maybe he just wants to exercise. It’s clear he’s dedicated to his routine and I wish I had his discipline. No matter the weather, he’s out there working up a sweat.

Yet, I’m sorry to say this, he never seems to shrink. Early on, I thought that I’d notice a sudden dramatic change, like one day I’d see him and think, “Wow, he did it! He got skinny.” But I given up now and I’m amazed he hasn’t. I feel disheartened for him. I find myself wondering things like, “Does his diet consist only of cheeseburgers and fritos?” Then I silently bless his heart and wish him love and success, as I smile and wave at him. (In the South, we wave at people we don’t know and it’s not an invitation to fight.) He never waves back. He just keeps huffing along.

I look forward to seeing Chubby the same way I look forward to my morning coffee. It’s part of my daily routine to wonder, “What’s Chubby’s story?” Once I thought about trying to get to know him, but at this point, I’m more intrigued with keeping the mystery alive, entertaining myself by creating various possible explanations and theories, “Maybe he’s got a lot of friends and they’re always throwing parties?” “Maybe he likes to make chocolate chip cookie batter sacrifices too.”

If I ever move, I’ll miss seeing the outcome of this little mystery.

Yes, it is the little things that amuse me.

Depressing Interviews

Here’s an interesting interview about what Katherine Newman describes as the “near poor” or “missing class.”

This one about Darfur is really depressing, but worth a listen.

Look, I haven’t done an edition of “We’re all going to die” for a while, and there’s no Orioles news, so you can’t complain too much about a couple of depressing posts. Bucker up grasshopper, more good news is forthcoming.

Sayonara 2007: You sucked!

I don’t want to contaminate the good that happened this year by mixing it with the bad, so I’ll focus on the good tomorrow, so that hopefully, from that day forward, I’ll always have something good to say. Sure, I’ll still complain about work. That’s a given.

With that said, I say, “Sayonara to you hateful 2007, one of the worst years yet.” It (the fun of 2007) started on January 2, with an MRI of my entire spine in search for an answer to the burning and stabbing pain, mysterious rashes, tremors, periods of insomnia, and aches that have plagued me. There I had to lay still, fighting feelings of claustrophobia while it felt like bees were stinging me all along my spine. That was only the beginning of the nightmare that has continued all year. Eleven doctors, at last count, so many blood tests and doctors visits it would take too long to count, all without the hope of an answer. I met my out-of-pocket maximum on January 2, so all the visits and lab work the rest of the year have been free, but the doctors weren’t even worth the time it took to drive to their office.

The worst of these was a doctor at Duke. My husband and I drove for three hours through pouring rain the night before my appointment with the hopes that this extra special doctor might shed light or give us clues for the next direction to take our search. Her answer was that my problems were psychological — probably stress — and recommended that I take prescription pain pills. That’s our American answer isn’t it. Instead of wanting to figure out what was wrong and maybe treating the source of the problem, I was repeatedly encouraged to look deep down and admit the stress that I didn’t realize I had and to take drugs to mask the problem.

One doctor said to me definitively, “Well, you’ve had a lot of tests run” as if to say, “well, we’ve done a lot of tests, so you should be reassured that nothing is wrong. Nevermind the pain you’re feeling every day.” I had a dermatologist argue with me, “How are you so sure that you’re right and everyone else is wrong?” I looked at him dumbfounded and then stood my ground, completely fed up with the medical profession and the arrogance that accompanies their ignorance, “Because I know me and I know something is wrong.” What I didn’t add was, “and because you’re all a bunch of lazy assholes and can’t be bothered to look in a medical book or do any research to help a patient who doesn’t have a common, easy to solve problem.” Not one of my doctors has said anything like, “Well, we’ll keep working on this until we figure it out.” Not one seemed interested in being a partner my healthcare. If the answer isn’t readily apparent, it must be stress and they have a prescription pad that can solve that.

Unfortunately, I’ve also had very little emotional support through all of this. My father had M.S. which puts me in a higher risk category than the general population. My mom also has two first cousins (siblings) who had M.S. There’s also Lupus and a lot of other generally bad DNA in the family tree. How many nights I spent in cold terror thinking about my future and how limited it might be. How much time did I spend on the Internet trying to find answers. How much hopelessness after each doctor’s visit that I would ever find a doctor who would help me. And all of this after getting married last year and feeling so optimistic about the future and thinking I had so much to look forward to.

Incredibly the one “friend” I confided in early on during this ordeal stated that our thoughts create everything that happens to us. Not mind you, in terms of “try to stick in there and focus on the positive,” but in terms of, “your thoughts are all-powerful, you’re like God, so if you’re sick, it’s your fault because you’re not thinking positively enough.” She went on to say how she couldn’t support me in “an identity of illness.” In a way it’s comical. Who said anything about identity? All I said was that I hadn’t been feeling good and was scared. She’s a former friend now. A friend who can’t be there for you when life deals a few punches isn’t a friend at all. I put up with a lot from her over the years, so, in a way, it was a relief to be done with her. I’m forgiving to a fault and I always blame myself in conflicts for not being more patient or for being too sensitive, or whatever. I like to look in the mirror to find the source of the conflict first. A last straw is a last straw though and there was too little payoff to put up with anymore. I hate even giving any space to it in my blog, but it captures so well how isolating being sick can be.

The only thing worse than being sick, is being sick and not knowing why, particularly when I’ve made such an effort throughout my life to take care of myself. I can’t say I treated my body like a temple every day, and I’ve certainly eaten my share of cheesy poofs and chocolate chip cookie batter, but in general, I try to treat my body well.

What’s worse than being sick and not knowing why is having few real friends to talk to about it. I’ve learned a lot this year about how afraid and uncomfortable we are with illness. Honestly, I think we’ve become a very shallow and self-centered society. I’ve been shocked at how few people who knew my situation could even muster a polite, “How are you feeling?” or “How’s it going? Are you finding answers yet?” or even just a simple, “I’ve been thinking about you.” Some days it was really tough to hold it together and I have to credit my one friend Jeff for really being there for me, but more on that tomorrow.

There were other heartbreaks too. Friends who got lost in married life, multiple electronic death, including my beloved IBM laptop, a widespread electronic conspiracy to make me lose the last remaining threads of sanity I managed to hold onto, the Orioles bloody pitching…but I think I’ve sufficiently summarized how thoroughly 2007 sucked. I’ve been through some bad times before, but this year tops them all. I mean, how about when Bush was “re-elected.” I thought that was a rough time.

Fortunately, there were bright spots that prevented me from having a complete and utter nervous breakdown and tomorrow I’ll write about them.

Good riddance 2007. May a year like you never come again. In 48 hours you’ll be a memory, hopefully one that I forget as soon as possible.

Green River Serial Killer

Okay, so maybe my mom was right that I shouldn’t hike alone, particularly out West. There seem to be a lot of crazy people in Washington. I have a personal theory that it’s a result of the genetic imprint showing itself from all the outlaws who settled there in the 1800s to get away from society and the long arm of law enforcement. I know there are crazy people everywhere, but in the noble days of our nation’s beginning, the mentally ill were hanged, thereby preventing them from passing down their DNA to future generations.

Of course, you and I both know that if we still hung people for being crazy and maniacal, D.C. and the executive suites of most corporations would be ghost towns.

Anywho…so I finished the book, “Green River Running Red” by Ann Rule. Rule recounts the history of the victims, as well as what detectives were doing to track down the elusive killer. I was hoping to find the answer as to whether those who knew Ridgeway noticed something off about him, something that would be a clue that the rest of us could learn from. I drew some conclusions that are based on faulty logic born out of sheer stubborness because I really want to believe that we can tell the difference between someone who means us evil and one who doesn’t.

If you have some extra time, here is my unqualified analysis: Green River Serial Killer: No Findings Whatsoever

South Mountains

Is it Thursday already? It’s hard to believe that almost a week has passed since I darkened the hallways at my office. Sadly, tomorrow it must start all over again. I only finished one from my large stack of library books and still haven’t made chocolate chip cookies. The days off go by so fast! I could weep.

At least today we managed to leave the sofa for a short hike. South Mountains is one of my favorite parks. It has a waterfall, a standard feature of any North Carolina park, a hike along the river, somewhat challenging elevations, and even grills for public use. We got rain earlier in the week, so today was a perfect day to visit the park. The Falls are best to see after a good downpour when they’re full and gushing. Here are some pictures, many of which are very similar, but I can never get enough of this luscious place.


It’s the beautiful natural areas that I love so much about this area. Just an hour and a half away (which I know may be long by British standards), it’s such a treat to have something so lovely so nearby. The drive is so scenic too, passings scores of farms and fields in a rural America that is disappearing too fast.

Hope you enjoy the pictures.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to everyone who is celebrating it today. I hope that you feel overwhelmed with gratitude, enveloped in love, and full of vitality and life. May you be present in the moments so that you are able to treasure these precious memories for years to come. And when a family member gets on your nerves and grouses ungratefully for one of his gifts, remember to bless his heart, offer to exchange the gift for something he wants, and then go spend the money on yourself.

Love and Sunshine to all my readers!!

More Movies: Pirates, Stardust

As you may know, my movie reviews consist of profound statements like “I liked it” or “I didn’t like it.” It’s part of my keep it simple stupid principle. Plus, I prefer to go into movies completely blind about the plot. I’d rather know as little as possible so that the story is a surprise and I have more chance of liking it. Partly for that reason, I choose to not recount the plots here, in case my victimsreaders have the same preference. The other part of the reason is that I’m lazy. I have no interest in being a movie critic and there are plenty of websites where one can find that sort of information by those more qualified than I to analyze a movie from every angle.

In short, I see my purpose here as to bore you.

Saturday night, at what we affectionately call “the movie hour,” my husband, always on top of having a fresh movie for us to watch, started the DVD player. “What’s this one?” I asked. “It’s about Pirates” he replied. I thought, “Huh, a historical kind of movie. Doesn’t sound bad. Glad it’s not ‘Pirates of the Caribbean.’” As it turned out, it was Pirates of the Carribbean, the Third. Sigh. I’d blame the movie for being a bit convoluted but I wasn’t really that interested, so I may be partly at fault for not paying closer attention. My husband thought it was confusing too though, so maybe it wasn’t me. It fits into the “Die Hard” category of, “you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.” It wasn’t bad, like “Saw” bad, or “Paris, Texas” bad, just, you know, boring. The husband says it had “good effects” but due to not being able to follow the story, it gets one thumb. That’s a collective total of 1.5 thumbs.

We also watched “Stardust.” It fits into the category of magical, chick flicky. You probably already guessed what I’m going to say. I liked it! My husband gives it three-quarters of a thumb, so that’s a collective total of 2.75 thumbs.

Speaking of thumbs, in a future post, I’ll tell you how it’s shaping up with the Green River serial killer. It’s not really Christmas cheer sort of material though, so I’ll postpone sharing. Here’s a bit of advice I gleaned from the book, don’t let your children run away and work as prostitutes. It seems to be a generally good rule of thumb.

Enchanting Sunshine makes no promises expressed or implied about the entertainment value of any of the movies “reviewed” or “recommended” on this or any other website. Watch movies at your own risk.