I am a Hellboy-loving Avatard. So. What.

Okay. Since I’m all about being honest and authentic, here are two things that you need to know about me that are just a little embarrassing:

1. I’m an Avatard. I have watched every episode (more than once) of Avatar: The Last Airbender. I love the character. I love the storyline. And I love the strong moral message that the show shares. My ll year old son, Max, and I love to spend a Saturday afternoon cuddled up on the couch, watching our favorite Avatar episodes.
2. I heart HellBoy. I watch the first movie over and over with Max. He’s going to be upset that I went and saw HBII without him, but the kids is at camp. You snooze, you lose. Anyway, I have a weird crush on Ron Perlman ever  since I used to watch Beauty and the Beast so long ago. So, here’s an odd twist, Ron Perlman is also the voice of Fire Lord Sozin from Avatar. Seriously. Whoa.

There. It’s out in the ether. Forever. I’m an Avatard. And I love Hellboy. So what.

Don’t take the Bridge to Terabithia

I’m just going to come out and say it: Bridge to Terabithia sucked. I won’t ruin the movie for you here (ha ha), but if you want to know why I hated disliked this movie so much then please read on… Continue reading »

Handmade Nation Preview

YouTube has a preview of the upcoming documentary, Handmade Nation, about the DIY crafting movement. Very cool.

Fox News — tool of the right?

Even if you’re not a flaming liberal like me, you might find the blog post at No Quarter titled Fox News, Crazy Right Wing Propaganda (originally posted on Pottersville) fairly interesting (or even entertaining, if you’re weird…like me).

Oh, hey, while I’m showing my bleeding heart to ya why don’t you mosey (ack, mosey?) on over here and sign the petition demanding that Attorney General Alberto Gonzales take off his ass hat and resign. Come on…you know you want to!

The Last Knit - YouTube video

OMG…this is so funny! As an obsessed knitter, I’m not sure what the message is, but I love it!

The Last Knit

You’ll laugh, you’ll cry…and, if you knit, you’ll relate.

Out of control rant - “Dear Mr. President”

I have had enough of this fucking war and the death and hate. I love this country and am as patriotic as they come, but it’s not okay anymore to send our children, wives, mothers, lovers, husband, and fathers off to die. It’s not okay, dammit. How do we fix this mess? How?

“Dear Mr. President”
Pink (featuring the Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let’s pretend we’re just two people and
You’re not better than me
I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We’re not dumb and we’re not blind
They’re all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter’s rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You’ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don’t know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You’d never take a walk with me
Would you

Thursday Thirteen: 13 things about Superman Returns

Thirteen Things about Superman Returns I took Max to see Superman Returns for his 9th birthday. I took the afternoon off of work, and with two other moms, loaded up a couple cars with kids and went off to the air conditioned movie theater to see the new super hero movie. These are my simplistic and superficial impressions of the movie and the movie going experience (I’ll try not to give anything important away: First and foremost, Brandon Routh is so breathtakingly beautiful that it almost hurts my heart. I would prefer that PG-13 meant bad language and not gratutious violence. There isn’t too much gore, but there is one scene that I sat through cringing and wishing my son were sitting next to me so I could cover his eyes. According to Kevin Spacey, he shaved his head even though Gene Hackman wore a skull cap. Over, it was a good move. It was entertaining, the action was good, and they kept with the original look and feel. But a tad too long. Brandon Routh is a beautiful boy. Did I mention that already? Lois Lane is a lousy mother. A moive theater is not a good place to stay on your diet or eat healthy. Kevin Spacey is a great actor and is awesome in everything he’s in (except Seven…don’t even get me started on that abomination). Going to the movies with a bunch of kids jacked up on soda and sugar is sort of a bad idea. I’m really glad I didn’t see the movie before taking the Florida/Missouri trip since I’m already terrified to fly. Why can’t I remember what else I’ve seen Parker Posey in? I wish they would sell veggie dogs in movie theaters. It’s getting harder and harder to believe that Lois Lane can’t make the connection between Clark and Superman. Links to other Thursday Thirteens!

Global Warming: An Inconvenient Truth

Eloquently weaves the science of global warming with Al Gore’s personal history and lifelong commitment to reversing the effects of global climate change. A longtime advocate for the environment, Gore presents a wide array of facts and information in a thoughtful and compelling way. The film is not a story of despair but rather a rallying cry.

Ok, yes, everyone that knows me is aware that I’ve been madly in love with Al Gore (yes, my husband knows, too) since I read “Earth in the Balance” in college. And, yes, I become more of a bleeding heart liberal every year, BUT (that’s a big but) isn’t it time we started really doing something about global warming? Even little, every day things make a big difference. The kiddos and I are spending tomorrow, Earth Day, putting together a permanent family plan for treading more lightly on our planet.

Learn more about Al’s movie by watching the trailer, or reading a review or visiting the website.

And have a fantastic Earth Day!

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I do believe

I have fairly eclectic tastes in music. I have never been a a country music fan, although I have always loved some of the legends of that genre of music. One of my secret favorites is [tag]The Highwaymen[/tag], a country supergroup of sorts that included the talents of [tag]Waylon Jennings[/tag], [tag]Kris Kristofferson[/tag], [tag]Johnny Cash[/tag], and [tag]Willie Nelson[/tag]. Their lyrics and melodies are simple, yet often profound observations of life and how it is or should be lived. One song that really speaks to me is a soft ballad about god called “I do believe.” And since I believe that most of these men have battled [tag]addiction[/tag] in one form or another, it means all that much more.

I Do Believe
Written by Waylon Jennings

In my own way I’m a believer
In my own way right or wrong
I don’t talk too much about it
It’s something I keep working on
I don’t have too much to build on
My faith has never been that strong

There’s a man there in that building
He’s a holy man, they say
He keeps talking about tomorrow
While I keep struggling with today
He preaches hellfire and brimstone
And heaven seems so far away

I do believe in a higher power
One that loves us one and all
Not someone to solve my problems
Or to catch me when I fall
He gave us all a mind to think with
And to know what’s right or wrong
He is that inner spirit
That keeps us strong

In my own way I’m a believer
But not in voices I can’t hear
I believe in a loving Father
One I never have to fear
That I should live life at its fullest
Just as long as I am here

[tags]spirituality, outlaw country, music[/tags]

I Hope You Dance

I am not a big fan of country music, but I’m riveted by Lee Ann Womack’s words every time I hear this song or read the lyrics. I was reminded of her song the other night while watching my daughter twirl and dance to Christmas music. My son was in a funk and refused to dance with us, but eventually got up and joined in the fun…a little, anyway.

I Hope You Dance

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
GOD forbid love ever leave you empty handed,
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you dance….I hope you dance.

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin’ might mean takin’ chances but they’re worth takin’,
Lovin’ might be a mistake but it’s worth makin’,
Don’t let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to sellin’ out reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you dance….I hope you dance.
I hope you dance….I hope you dance.
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.)

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

Dance….I hope you dance.
I hope you dance….I hope you dance.
I hope you dance….I hope you dance..
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone)