Well in the last 3 days I've watched 4 movies and so I thought I'd share because they were all really good.
The Bank Job. I thought I would hate this movie. Doesn't exactly seem like the kind of movie I like. But it has Jason Statham in it so I figured I'd watch a guy movie with the hubby. It was really good! It's based on a true story so that made it more interesting. I don't exactly know how much of it was true but none the less it was interesting.
Step up 2, The Streets. I really like dance movies and I loved the 1st movie. Plus it has a great soundtrack and Rob Hoffman. I like him a lot. It's basically the same as the 1st movie but with a better story. And we still get to see Channing Tatum, even if it's only for like 5 minutes.
Shutter. It's a "Scary" movie that's not really scary but is a good story. I'm sure it was a Japanese remake like The Ring, and The Eye. There were parts where we had to turn the volume up really high to hear the voices but other then that a very decent movie.
Then last but not least we watched Definitely, Maybe. AWESOME! I love Ryan Reynolds and Abigail Breslin is super cute. This was such a great story and had an awesome ending. I won't ruin it but I thought I would be disappointed with how it turned out. I like movies to end the way I would like them too and most of the time they don't. This one did and I was so excited.
I know I didn't say too much about plots but I know if I did I would over share and then you wouldn't need to watch the movies. But they were all really really good!
7.30.2008
7.07.2008
creeper in my crawl space
I watched the movie Vacancy this weekend and it reminded me of a story from my past. True story, nothing made up. This happened about 7 years ago. I was renting an apartment with one of my friends. We rented a 2nd floor apartment because we thought it would be safer.
I came home one night around midnight after hanging out with my ex husband. As I walked in the front door I could see that my roommates closet light was on due to it being open a crack. Now this wasn't unusual behavior since she would do this often to leave some form of light on for when we or she came home. I turned on the living room light and the kitchen light and picked up the phone to call my ex and tell him i got home. We spoke for maybe 10 minutes. I turned off the kitchen light and walked into the living room and turned off that light also. Then I realized it was pitch black in the apartment, so i turned the light back on and thought well maybe i just thought the closet light was on... So I turned on the kitchen light, turned on the hallway light and proceeded to open the hall closet. Nothing. I turned the corner and checked the linen closet, nothing. Checked the bathroom. Went into my room and checked it out. Nothing. My last stop on my journey was Jen's room. I turned on her light and looked under the bed.
Now, I have no idea what I would've done had I actually found anyone hiding. But it seemed like a good idea. I might also mention, that we had friends who lived in our complex with us. One of those friends being a rather big large guy. Did i call him? No, i figured it was nothing.
So my actual last step in my find the boogie man hunt was the closet of Jen's room. The door was closed, so I flipped the light switch and gave it a second. I slowly opened the door and found nothing!
So I'm safe right? So I turn off all the lights I have now turned on and get ready for bed. I turn on my fan and my stereo in my room so i don't hear anything and get settled in. As I'm laying there trying to fall sleep I see the hall light come on. I get up and check out my window to see if my roommate is home. Her parking spot was under my window. Her car was not out there. So i start contemplating my next move. I crawl back in bed thinking maybe she couldn't drive home and got a ride. I start to hear thumping and pounding and general sort of chaos going on in the hall. I am getting really scared. Then whoever was out in the hall bangs on my door so hard I thought it was getting kicked in. Here it is, I'm going to die. My door didn't actually get kicked in but I was sure there was a hole on at least the other side. I look at my phone and think about calling 911. That would be logical. But how are they going to get into the apartment! I can't have them kicking in the door, then what are we going to do! I can't go open it for them, because the crazy killer is on the other side of my door. I think about calling my friends who live in the complex, they have a key. But i decide I don't want them to get hurt. So what do I do? I squiggle down in nook between my bed and the wall and put my blankets over my head and start praying. That's right. I'm the stupid girl in the scary movies that runs up the stairs instead of running out the front door. Apparently my prayers worked because I feel asleep and didn't wake up until 7:30 the next morning.
I got up and checked my roommates room. She was there fast asleep. I didn't want to wake her knowing she go tin late , so I left for my dads house for the weekend. It's about 3 hours away. When I got there I called the apartment to tell Jen what happened. She didn't answer the phone. I called her cell but there was no answer there either. So i left a message to call me at my dads. She did and I told her. She then proceeded to yell at me about leaving her with someone who was OBVIOUSLY trying to kill her. since I'm still alive she figured they were after her. She stayed at her parents house that weekend and I went and picked her up when i got back into town.
When I got to her folks house her brother and 1 of his friends came with us back to the apartment to check it out. I told them all exactly what happened and we went in. They went straight to the closet. Saw that there was ceiling popcorn on the shelves and on the ground. So they went up into the crawl space where they found a pitch fork and all the firewalls knocked out to the other apartments. We call ed the cops they couldn't do anything but take a report since nothing besides a break in occurred.
Through out the next couple weeks we would notice lights on when we would come home, the sliding glass door would be open, all the cabinets would be opened. Things we didn't leave open. Dude was telling us he was still coming in. Our wonderful management staff was worthless and didn't do anything and couldn't understand what we wanted from them... Needless to say I moved out as soon as I could.
Thankfully nothing happened and we were safe. Hopefully nothing like that happens again and I don't act like a dumbass!
I came home one night around midnight after hanging out with my ex husband. As I walked in the front door I could see that my roommates closet light was on due to it being open a crack. Now this wasn't unusual behavior since she would do this often to leave some form of light on for when we or she came home. I turned on the living room light and the kitchen light and picked up the phone to call my ex and tell him i got home. We spoke for maybe 10 minutes. I turned off the kitchen light and walked into the living room and turned off that light also. Then I realized it was pitch black in the apartment, so i turned the light back on and thought well maybe i just thought the closet light was on... So I turned on the kitchen light, turned on the hallway light and proceeded to open the hall closet. Nothing. I turned the corner and checked the linen closet, nothing. Checked the bathroom. Went into my room and checked it out. Nothing. My last stop on my journey was Jen's room. I turned on her light and looked under the bed.
Now, I have no idea what I would've done had I actually found anyone hiding. But it seemed like a good idea. I might also mention, that we had friends who lived in our complex with us. One of those friends being a rather big large guy. Did i call him? No, i figured it was nothing.
So my actual last step in my find the boogie man hunt was the closet of Jen's room. The door was closed, so I flipped the light switch and gave it a second. I slowly opened the door and found nothing!
So I'm safe right? So I turn off all the lights I have now turned on and get ready for bed. I turn on my fan and my stereo in my room so i don't hear anything and get settled in. As I'm laying there trying to fall sleep I see the hall light come on. I get up and check out my window to see if my roommate is home. Her parking spot was under my window. Her car was not out there. So i start contemplating my next move. I crawl back in bed thinking maybe she couldn't drive home and got a ride. I start to hear thumping and pounding and general sort of chaos going on in the hall. I am getting really scared. Then whoever was out in the hall bangs on my door so hard I thought it was getting kicked in. Here it is, I'm going to die. My door didn't actually get kicked in but I was sure there was a hole on at least the other side. I look at my phone and think about calling 911. That would be logical. But how are they going to get into the apartment! I can't have them kicking in the door, then what are we going to do! I can't go open it for them, because the crazy killer is on the other side of my door. I think about calling my friends who live in the complex, they have a key. But i decide I don't want them to get hurt. So what do I do? I squiggle down in nook between my bed and the wall and put my blankets over my head and start praying. That's right. I'm the stupid girl in the scary movies that runs up the stairs instead of running out the front door. Apparently my prayers worked because I feel asleep and didn't wake up until 7:30 the next morning.
I got up and checked my roommates room. She was there fast asleep. I didn't want to wake her knowing she go tin late , so I left for my dads house for the weekend. It's about 3 hours away. When I got there I called the apartment to tell Jen what happened. She didn't answer the phone. I called her cell but there was no answer there either. So i left a message to call me at my dads. She did and I told her. She then proceeded to yell at me about leaving her with someone who was OBVIOUSLY trying to kill her. since I'm still alive she figured they were after her. She stayed at her parents house that weekend and I went and picked her up when i got back into town.
When I got to her folks house her brother and 1 of his friends came with us back to the apartment to check it out. I told them all exactly what happened and we went in. They went straight to the closet. Saw that there was ceiling popcorn on the shelves and on the ground. So they went up into the crawl space where they found a pitch fork and all the firewalls knocked out to the other apartments. We call ed the cops they couldn't do anything but take a report since nothing besides a break in occurred.
Through out the next couple weeks we would notice lights on when we would come home, the sliding glass door would be open, all the cabinets would be opened. Things we didn't leave open. Dude was telling us he was still coming in. Our wonderful management staff was worthless and didn't do anything and couldn't understand what we wanted from them... Needless to say I moved out as soon as I could.
Thankfully nothing happened and we were safe. Hopefully nothing like that happens again and I don't act like a dumbass!
7.03.2008
Yo, Philly! stories about my DH
I woke up thinking about when I first met my husband and decided I would share some stories.
The 1st night I met J was while he was working as a bouncer at a local Irish pub. His supervisor introduced us after we both asked about each other. He didn't talk much and it was loud but i could make out that he talked funny. You know marbles in the mouth sort of mumbling.. So the next time I saw him I asked where he was from. He said Philly, I said "West Philadelphia born and raised?" thinking I was being cute and he'd get my fresh prince of Bel Aire reference. I was wrong, he didn't get it.. He said "No, Northeastern Philly, but my dad grew up in west Philly." so I had to explain to him my joke. He still didn't find it funny. Oh well! My best friend at the time when hearing that J was from Philly said "West Philadelphia born and raised!?" I said "That's what I said! but no he didn't even get it, I had to explain it to him!!" See I'm not the only one.
I like to annoy my dear hubby every now and then when people are on reality shows and are from Philadelphia. I always ask him if he knows them. I don't care how old or young they are, I will ask. I'm for sure that one day I'll ask and he'll tell me yes. During American Idol last season they had that crazy glitter girl audition that tried to sound like the chick from Jefferson Airplane. Anyway, we were watching the show with his parents, and i asked if he knew her. He said "HELL NO!" His mom said "Don't lie J! That's your ex girlfriend!" hahahahaha it was great that she chimed in with me and helped with the annoying.. Of course he never dated her, but it was a good one.
Now to go along with this story I asked him if he knew the guys from Boys II Men. He said no but his dad worked with one of their dads.. So of course I asked his dad! I said "you know Boys II Men?" He said "I know Shawn and his dad, but not the other guys." So I asked if he knew Will Smith and his dad, i believe i got something thrown at me.. oh well I guess you can't know everyone in Philly!!
J is waiting for the day that someone from Mtn View pops up on tv and he can ask me if i know them. I said "I probably do, it's not a big city. As a matter of fact I went to school with Megan Berwick!" then i had to explain who she is.. She played ZZ in salute your shorts... anyway he wasn't impressed.. But it's not really fair. When his family moved out to California they moved to the O.C., so he was just quick to tell me he went to school with DJ from Roseanne, Stephanie from Full house and Taryn Manning.. well aren't you just special.
Speaking of Boys II Men, I asked if growing up they dressed like Motown Philly style. Like boys II Men in there video. I got the craziest look from J and I believe he said "Please don't tell me kids out here actually dressed like that!" oook... "um, yeah they did.. that wasn't the cool thing to do??" He just laughed uncontrollably for a long time.. I guess us west coat kids are just dorky nerds.. I remember boys dressing like that for homecoming! nope not actually the style back in Philly.. who knew!
The 1st night I met J was while he was working as a bouncer at a local Irish pub. His supervisor introduced us after we both asked about each other. He didn't talk much and it was loud but i could make out that he talked funny. You know marbles in the mouth sort of mumbling.. So the next time I saw him I asked where he was from. He said Philly, I said "West Philadelphia born and raised?" thinking I was being cute and he'd get my fresh prince of Bel Aire reference. I was wrong, he didn't get it.. He said "No, Northeastern Philly, but my dad grew up in west Philly." so I had to explain to him my joke. He still didn't find it funny. Oh well! My best friend at the time when hearing that J was from Philly said "West Philadelphia born and raised!?" I said "That's what I said! but no he didn't even get it, I had to explain it to him!!" See I'm not the only one.
I like to annoy my dear hubby every now and then when people are on reality shows and are from Philadelphia. I always ask him if he knows them. I don't care how old or young they are, I will ask. I'm for sure that one day I'll ask and he'll tell me yes. During American Idol last season they had that crazy glitter girl audition that tried to sound like the chick from Jefferson Airplane. Anyway, we were watching the show with his parents, and i asked if he knew her. He said "HELL NO!" His mom said "Don't lie J! That's your ex girlfriend!" hahahahaha it was great that she chimed in with me and helped with the annoying.. Of course he never dated her, but it was a good one.
Now to go along with this story I asked him if he knew the guys from Boys II Men. He said no but his dad worked with one of their dads.. So of course I asked his dad! I said "you know Boys II Men?" He said "I know Shawn and his dad, but not the other guys." So I asked if he knew Will Smith and his dad, i believe i got something thrown at me.. oh well I guess you can't know everyone in Philly!!
J is waiting for the day that someone from Mtn View pops up on tv and he can ask me if i know them. I said "I probably do, it's not a big city. As a matter of fact I went to school with Megan Berwick!" then i had to explain who she is.. She played ZZ in salute your shorts... anyway he wasn't impressed.. But it's not really fair. When his family moved out to California they moved to the O.C., so he was just quick to tell me he went to school with DJ from Roseanne, Stephanie from Full house and Taryn Manning.. well aren't you just special.
Speaking of Boys II Men, I asked if growing up they dressed like Motown Philly style. Like boys II Men in there video. I got the craziest look from J and I believe he said "Please don't tell me kids out here actually dressed like that!" oook... "um, yeah they did.. that wasn't the cool thing to do??" He just laughed uncontrollably for a long time.. I guess us west coat kids are just dorky nerds.. I remember boys dressing like that for homecoming! nope not actually the style back in Philly.. who knew!
7.01.2008
my dad
So around this time last year my dad bought a new motorcycle. I told him not to ride it because I didn't want him to get hurt before my wedding.. Well he rode it and got in an accident and broke, or shall i say shattered his leg. It's been a very long recovery process that he's been dealing with. Pins, screws and rods inserted everywhere bone graphs and most recently and infection. which they had to take everything out of his leg to try to heal. This morning I find out he re-broke his fibia! So he goes in tomorrow to have yet another rod inserted. He's not sure how it broke, he thinks he twisted it wrong. The doctor said since the bone was missing a chunk, it was bowing and probably just sort of snapped. Anyway, it sucks and I feel bad. I know it's not my fault. But i know what a hard road he's already been having. And now he has to go through it all again. Supposedly this time the healing won't take so long and he'll be back at work next week. I hope that true. He's been pretty depressed about how it's ruined his life and he can't do his simple pleasures in life because he's in too much pain. So here's to hoping he heals up good and can get back to his simple pleasures in no time!
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