Last night I recanted my ranting about Roman Polanski enough to sit down and watch �The Pianist�. I only watched it because of it�s historical value.
Was I moved? Deeply.
Did I cry? Like a baby.
If you haven�t seen this Holocaust-era movie, trot your butt up to Blockbuster and get it! Make sure you can have some peace and quiet too, because you will need it so that you can absorb yourself into the movie.
I really felt like I was there. Adrian Brody was extremely convincing of being a Jewish pianist at the height of his career when the Germans squashed it all. One cannot help but be pained at the terrible things he endured and witnessed.
I was so moved by the acting of Mr. Brody. I could feel his pain and desperation. I could sympathize. I�m a survivor too.
I�ve never been Jewish and I certainly didn�t live during the Holocaust, but this movie was so outstanding because I felt like I was there living it with him.
I doesn�t approach �Schindler�s List� but it doesn�t need to. This story stands on it�s own.
Tonight maybe I will watch the last 20 minutes of this extremely long movie. It�s over 2 hrs long. It didn�t help that my stupid DVD player froze up for 3-5 seconds every minute during the last 1/3 of the movie. I opened it up and cleaned the DVD, which seemed to help, but hell it probably shouldn�t be necessary for a brand new movie!!!
I�m also going to get my nails done tonight. Maybe consider an eyebrow wax?
Feels kind of trivial after talking about the Holocaust�.
Me and Lisa are going out Saturday if her migraine is gone. From what I know it�s still hanging on but not severe like it was. I asked my cousin if she wanted to go out with us this weekend, and she sounded enthusiastic, except she has a little bit of strep, so we�ll play it by ear.
I�m glad we�re not going to Woody�s. My cousin says it�s getting old and I feel the same way. Maybe things will be different when they start remodeling.
I�m not saying that I�ll never go back there, but it needs to be a little while because I�m sick of Chris and that Mike guy..well, he�s still calling me. I have not picked up the phone ever in the 25 plus times that he�s called me. Do you think he�s a little dense? What does it take for a dude to get the hint?
How do I explain to a guy that he gives me bad vibes? I mean, how do you tell someone that there�s something about them that is dangerous, or not right?
I just don�t pick up the phone.
I mean really? How do I say, �Look, I got deep issues with men and you�re better off not talking to me.�?
For criminy�s sake!
Oh, and something to tickle your ribs:
Oh, and you can�t see it, but she grabbed my butt right when we were taking the picture�.
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I know I�m nuts for admitting it but I miss my daughter like crazy! I miss her smile, her hugs, her laughter, her wit, and her jokes. Everything.
We have our moments where we can�t stand each other. I know a lot of other mom�s and their kids have the same issues. Some days it seems like Jackie is purposefully dancing on my last nerve. And when I�m under stress about work or my friends or whatever, it seems like my problems with Jackie become magnified. Is that fair to her? No.
I think it�s fair to say that I have places where I can improve as a parent. I admit I�m guilty of tuning her out sometimes because the thought of another line of questioning over each and every action I take will drive me insane! I tune my own child out. She has said on a few occasions that I wasn�t listening to her.
The truth hurts.
And I�m also guilty of playing the devil�s advocate way too often. In trying to help her see the best in a situation I forget that there was something very real going on and because I�m distracted from the actual event she is not feeling validated. Ouch.
There are other little things that I�m going to work on because I hope and pray I�m not one of those parents that send their kids straight to therapy. I don�t want to be like that.
I know that no matter what I do there are going to be a few negative things that I�ll do that stay with her into adulthood. I just hope I don�t traumatize the child too much.
She is my life. My everything. My being.
1:13 pm - July 13, 2005
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