I saw New Moon on opening night. I very much hated reading that book but seeing as how the ending is happy and it's. Twilight. I wasn't about to miss seeing the movie. Everything the trailers had to offer promised a good movie. My biggest question was how they were going to pick up the pace and keep it sad while keeping it interesting. Solution? Montage! hahaha! Aside from our third row seats, I enjoyed it very, very much.

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I don't really have any dislikes about the movie. Laughs, yes, but no dislikes. Hear that Harry Potter?? The Twilight franchise is doing a much better job than you. Please to fix that for the final films. Kthnx.

The acting got tons better in New Moon. Everyone seemed so natural and less contrived (ie: Twilight hospital gibberish). I think it's clear that all the actors have become good, close friends. The chemistry comes naturally.

The CGI was much better. (Of course, the budget was more than doubled for this installment.) The vampire movements were enjoyable to watch. Slowing things down to simulate high speeds is always a winning choice. The vampire fight scene was cool and appropriately short and sweet. The wolves looked nice and fierce.

I'm glad they made Laurent pale.

I did not mind Dakota Fanning. In fact, after seeing her on Ellen I have deemed her un-creepy and actually a charming, young woman.

I highly enjoyed the dream sequence with old Bella. It conveyed Bella's fears of her future quite nicely.

Jessica continues to trip. me. out. She is so dry and funny. If you haven't checked out the actress, Anna Kendrick, in a movie called Rocket Science, you so should. Bump that to #1 on all your Netflix queues.

Victoria's scenes were so eerie. I'm so sad to not finish the saga with Rachelle Lefevre. She is tops. And wtf Summit? Why did you not pursue Michelle Trachtenberg as a replacement for that role? They look exactly alike. Bryce Dallas Howard is lovable, but no.

It makes me so amused that they, once again, made Edward's entrance a heart-stopping, oh-so-sexy, slowed-down, wind-blown, guitar-soloed knee melter. So. Funny. And Bella catching her breath again like it was the first time seeing him. Hilarious. And all the making out. That's what I'm talking about. They were so timid in Twilight. But I enjoy Edward's remaining pained look in doing it. While Bella can barely keep herself from crawling down his throat. Heehee. I'm looking forward to seeing a Breaking Dawn kiss that Edward actually enjoys-enjoys.

And that cliff hanger! Omg. I wooooonder what will happen;)

Laughs:
-Still not sure why Edward was driving a black Volvo. Or why he parked like that.
-Paul's anger was a bit silly.
-Did they have to get such a dumpy, scuzzy motorcyclist for the Port Angeles scene? Ain't nobody gonna take a ride wit him.
-Teehee to Alice's vision of Bella's future. As though the running gleefully through the forest wasn't silly enough, they put Bella in a five year old's dress. No.
-I know Marcus is supposed to look sickly but the drag-queen-with-swollen-ankles look made me bwaha.

This article is very good and I agree with all the assessments. I really want to see it again but I doubt I will have time. I'm so ready for the DVD:)

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Yesterday was my first baby shower thrown by my family and friends. I had nine hostesses with Mim leading the pack of Mom, Joyce, Jan, Caroline, Laura, Jeni, Jamie and Donna. They threw me the most lovely party and I feel so blessed and loved.

It was held out at Matt's parents' house and was decorated by Jan and Caroline with a frog theme. There were little froggies everywhere. Frog balloons:Frog napkins found by Laura:Frogs. Frogs. Frogs. :)

Mom got Mad Hatter's black and white cakes done up as black and pink for widdle old me:Donna and Jeni provided the food and Joyce brought punch and other food items. Jamie was in charge of invitations. Laura came down from Boston especially for the occasion. And Mim wrangled it all together and came up with fun activities (shower games suck) like make-a-custom-onesie-for-Tad:and write-Cristin-a-card-to-read-in-the-hospital:I made up bags of baby bottles filled with M&Msand a bottle of "Shorts Story" nail polish (Tad's shade) for each of my hostesses. And I made Mim a special shirt, which she promptly put on:)And I made marshmallow pops as favors for my guests (Sabrina's most excellent idea):It was so much fun and Tad got so many beautiful things. Like I said: blessed and loved. Here I am with my wonderful, wonderful hostesses:All pics here.

10:56 AM

This morning I awoke to the smell of Matt's pork roast from last night still lingering in the air. And mind you, with a hood over our range in the kitchen now it smelled pleasant and not like day-old, stale, nasty food. It reminded me of a lovely Thanksgiving morning and it put me in the mood to cook. So I made blueberry muffins (from a bag), before:After:After eating two and since I am TERRIBLE about eating bananas in a timely manner, banana bread (from scratch), before:After:OM NOM NOM!

The kitchen is officially finished. Everything has been installed, painted, cleaned and, as of last night, entertained in. To refresh your memories, it originally looked like this:And now it looks like this:this:and this:I am soooooooo proud of Matt for doing all the work himself and doing it while also doing his job. There are several pictures of his progress along the way (he did SO much work) so go check them out here.

8:53 AM

I'm really annoyed with the people on Freecycle.

For anyone that doesn't know what that is, it's an email list in YahooGroups for offering or requesting items to and from people in your community in an effort to minimize waste. On Saturdays the list blows up with people cleaning out their closets and garages. And things go fast. I think it's a great idea because coordinating yard sales for three things is not very appealing and I'm the complete opposite of a pack-rat so I love getting useless things out of my house.

I've had several very excellent experiences with Freecycle. Mostly giving things away but I've received a few milk crates that I'm using to store my CDs in and out of the way in the attic since they're all imported in iTunes. My favorite experiences are from some people who are way too friendly and email more than they should. Like this woman I gave cast-iron skillets to:

Woman: Hi Cristin, I will use the Lodge Skillet for Fried Chicken & the Country Cabin for Corn Bread..... Thanks

I found this sweet. And HI-larious. So I decided to have fun with it and reply to see how long she would carry on a conversation, hahaha:

Me: I'm so glad they could be of use to you! I suppose the little one is only good for eggs;)
Woman: Or Pancakes one at a time.....caught my friend doing this when her Doc gave her too strong of medicine..haha
Me: [thinking: WHAT??!?! bwahahahaaha!!!] That's a great idea. But when sober;)

Then, this weekend, I requested that milk crate and I got this response:

Woman: Hi I have one as we speak in the back of my house. [Then she proceeds to give her home address and her schedule for the day. Ya know. In case I want to break in and take more than her milk crate.]
Me: Thanks! I had an offer before yours and have already arranged to get it. Thanks for the help, though.
Woman: You can have this one also if you want it?
Me: I just need one. Thanks so much, though!
Woman: Alright. I tried...............
Me: [baleet!]

That was just minorly annoying. And sad. Like. She's probably just lonely or something. However, I have grown incredibly fed up with others lack of home training. I mean, honestly, do I really need to include "serious inquiries only" with my offer? WHY would anyone want to go through the trouble to arrange a pick-up with someone to wait around to have them not show? This after waiting 24 hours in between responses because these people can't answer emails in a timely fashion. Even though a lot of their emails are "sent from my iPhone" so I know they're wireless and thus, constantly available. I'm doing you a FAVOR. It's just rude.

Last night I waited in the rain for 20 minutes for a woman to take a bunch of stuff off my hands. I waited exactly where we agreed and I called her phone number several times. It was working the day before but all of a sudden was disconnected last night. Ghetto!!! Perfect end to a perfect day, let me tell you.

Then this morning I checked my email and she's all "I could only wait for ten minutes and I saw no one go in or out." Bullshit. Either you weren't there or you didn't carry your happy ass out of the car to meet me like you said you would cuz I was. right. there. holding. bags. of. stuff. And your phone was off and you didn't bother to call me, so shut up.

That's actually the worst case I've had. Probably cuz I had to actually go somewhere to meet her and she didn't show. Normally people just say they'll come by the house and don't but at least I'm there with my stuff doing my things and, for the most part, not inconvenienced.

Whatever. People are rude and self-serving and Freecycle is not free. It costs way too much of my time and energy and most people don't put the same amount in. Freecycle makes me want to throw things away and fill up the landfill, which I'm positive is not their point. And it really sucks because the organization itself is really awesome and has a great idea and they monitor the posts and everything. But damn. All this mess is going to Goodwill.

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Last night Matt and I were sitting around enjoying the hard rainstorm because we have a snug, new roof. We said it a couple times how glad and thankful we are to have it.

So imagine our shock when he went out to his car this morning to find a tree branch had smashed through the back windshield. He called me and (*face-palm*) I remembered someone sent a message to the neighborhood listserv about someone's broken car window. But since I never pay attention to those emails, of course it turned out to be ours. Farrrrrrrrts!
The nice people in our neighborhood banded together and pulled out the limb and put a tarp over the window for us. Thankfully, it smashed right through the middle of the window and did no body damage and, from what we can tell, the rainwater is minimal. So off we went to the glass shop to have it repaired. They're holding it in their garage, out of the elements, for us until the glass comes in 2-3 days. Lexus glass is expensive but thankfully, we have a small (by comparison) deductible. I can't help feeling a little better about those big checks I make out to our insurance company.

However, can I just say that during the two years we parked Le Scoot (you know, the cheaper car) on the street NOTHING like this happened. Then I get pregnant and too big to comfortably get out of the car on the incline so I make Matt park in the street. That's been going on for a couple weeks. And then this happens. By this measly stick!

Week before last there was a very nice fall rainstorm. I was sitting at my computer in the living room and I heard a noise that, at first, just sounded like one of the cats in the litter box. But it continued for too long and I realized it was the sound of water dripping on a plastic bag... Our roof that we decided didn't have a leak back when Matt patched the dining room ceiling? Was totally leaking like a bastard!! Right through all his hard work. Popped the seam and everything:(

We decided we were tired of screwing around with this problem, esp since we thought it was fixed, so Matt called a roofer the next day. We were quoted a great price and Matt even talked him down a bit and we were told, weather pending, they would be there Monday morning to complete the job in a day and a half.

The forecast called for rain ALL day. But true to NC fashion, the forecast was the opposite. When I left for work that morning the roof looked like this:They started on the back side and completed it. The next morning was the infamous Archie fiasco/nothing and when we got home they were going to town scraping the old shingles off the front side:When I got home that night, it looked like this:Check the nice, new black look and purdy flashing! And they installed a vent for our bathroom fan so that no longer empties into a bucket. We're livin' large! Tad's going to be nice and dry:)

7:18 PM

This morning, I Tweeted that we were at the emergency vet with Archie. Allow me to explain...

Last night when Matt came to bed he said he hadn't seen Archie in a few hours. I said he was probably in the garage and to let him in but he didn't right away and we both forgot about it and fell asleep.

A little before 7 this morning I had literally stepped into the shower when I heard Matt call for my help. He said he remembered Archie was outside and went to get him. He was in the laundry basket with a blanket. Matt called for him and he stumbled out of the basket and collapsed on the floor, arched his back and appeared to have a seizure. Matt scooped him up and brought him inside and called me.

When I came back in the bedroom Matt had him on the bed pinning him down a bit to console him but he skittered right away when I came in which made us scratch our heads about his sudden loss of motor skills. I called our vet and got the emergency vet's number and called them that we were on the way.

We got there at 7:15. They took his vitals and found nothing out of the ordinary, just called him "cranky" which he always is at the vet. They offered to draw blood to run tests to rule out poison, an infection or something like that. Those came back completely normal and they checked him externally for broken bones and found nothing there either. Said they could do x-rays but since he wasn't favoring anything and his motor skills were a-ok, they didn't think it was necessary.

So we paid $290 ($110 to see us before 8am and $180 for the blood-work) and stopped at Hardee's for a $10 breakfast just to make it an even $300 before 9am. *rolls eyes* We drove home making up dumb things that he could have done, hence, my other Tweet about eating tenpenny nails.

When we got home he ran right out of the crate for the food dish and ate it right up. We think maybe he was just cold and hungry and thus, weary. Not sure really but he's fine now.

They did shave a big patch off his neck (totally crooked and fug) to find a vein. It's much bigger than this picture shows. Boo.
We were worried about our little idiot. Daddy can't live without him Kitty Boy;)

Happy Halloween!! I think it's a minor wish of all pregnant women that during her term she have a good, current pregnant joke to go as for Halloween. It just so happens that Matt and I had the perrrrrfect inspiration:

(Except replace "Perfect" with "Jackpot" in this clip as it was in the live version.) And of course, if you're going to go as white trash, it's best to ham it up, so we added things lik
e blue eye shadow and Matt wrote "love" and "hate" on his knuckles. hahaha!And look! His costume doubles as a Village Person!We attended a delightful party at Sarah's. I really heart her parties. Molly and Annie made cupcake people with waffle cone hats, M&Ms for eyes, candy corn noses, and Twizzler hair. They were delish!:Matt played bartender, as usual:), and made sure everyone was satisfied with kamikaze shots. I so wish I could have partaken:Then we went to Kroger on a beer run (and to show off our costumes and act our parts for the public) and Annie took this incredibly awesome shot. I love friends that are in my head--she included all the hill-jack Icehouse in the shot! It is the greatest photo alive:This was our second Halloween going in costume together and I highly, highly enjoy. Matt always owns every impression he ever does (reason #821398598793269 why I love him so) and is it wrong that I found him really hott all night? Probably so. Probably so. :)

A couple more photos here.

Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce my new iPhone, Boober Fraggle:Gone are the days of my bare-bones Nokia flip-phone. With its cracked hinge. No more three-tap texting for yours truly. I've been waiting for this since my birthday when we were told I wasn't eligible for renewal on our phone plan until October 24. (Hrmphf.) I'm excited especially for all the Tad-video-ing possibilities... And of course, doing the laundry with sweet jams:)

I have been thinking a thought for several months and didn't really consider turning it into a blog entry but Jeni wrote a post yesterday that is of a(n indirectly) similar vein so I feel inspired to shoot.

I have been feeling very blessed. I'm healthy and pregnant and have a great new job, true, but my predominant feeling is how blessed I am to be matched with my husband. Tied to this are a couple other blessings about which I will explain.

I know I very recently expressed my love for Matt in my anniversary post, but it's true. Matt is beyond great. He's just an awesome, talented, fun, all-of-the-above person to be around. I recognized that right away but I see other people, both men and women, notice it as well which makes me very pleased. The first moment I saw him gave me a shuddering, burning sensation of, you guessed it: love at first sight. And I still feel that way. He can still reduce me to tears without even being in the room because I love him so much. We each have our flaws, of course, but my flaws compliment his and vice versa. We work it out. This is the case because we are best friends. We enjoy the other people in our lives, but if stranded on a desert island, we would be completely content because we would be there together. I truly believe that is the way it should be, wish it for everyone and thank the good Lord for my experience.

I think back on my past relationships and am revolted at how much I thought I knew. How early in life I considered myself equipped to do that forever. I have always approached my close relationships with friends as forever, so naturally, for me, I did the same with my boyfriends. It was just a waste of time to be involved with someone I couldn't see myself marrying. And with seeing myself married to them, of course, came seeing myself sharing a child with them. At the time, I knew nothing better. And a couple of those fellows were sorta swell, sure, but now I thank God heartily that I'm not married to and don't share a child with any of them. They just didn't cut the mustard. They still don't. I hope they're happy or whatever but just... Ew. No. So grateful. I'm honored and proud to be having Matt's baby and to be sharing our lives together. It just won't work for me any other way.

And I really can't say all that without expressing my gratitude to my wonderful, wonderful parents for exhibiting SUCH a perfect example of best friends in love and making a marriage not only work well, but be a fun time. They expressed and still express affection to each other and to me. They made and make me feel worthy of love. I remember fishing with my Dadd when I was probably five. He looked at me and said "You're such a pretty girl, Cristin. One day a man is going to think the same thing and want to marry you." I have always recalled that memory as a very special and touching one but, unbeknownst to me until now, it instilled in me a goal. A goal I am positive I achieved on October 2, 2004.

I feel empowered. I feel like I have won the lottery. I feel like Matt and I are perfect partners and are going to be perfect parents because of it. I'm excited for our future and I'm excited for Tad.

I put in a bunch of extra hours at my new job already so I bounced out of work early last Friday and Jamie and I saw a matinee of Where the Wild Things Are. I have to say, I really liked it. I did before, during and after but having had a few days to mull it over, I can honestly say I very much enjoyed it.

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However, I don't think it's for kids. And seriously, all these parents that are mad that it's too scary and not for kids and blah, blah, blah, obviously didn't read the book. And, come. on. Book is all of ten pages, so jeez, your homework should have taken like 3 minutes and you would have known not to take your 5 year old. The entire thing is about WILD animals who want to eat Max. The illustrations themselves are scary. Those parents asked for it. Dummies.

I saw this news report this morning on Fox and Friends. Idk who the guy is talking, but he said it wasn't for kids because it would be boring for kids. And I highly agree. It's a commentary on a single-parent family dynamic and Max's time with the Wild Things mirrors his perception of his experience at home. Through his time as King of all Wild Things, he realizes his home is actually pretty awesome because everyone is seeking a home and a place to belong.

This guy also said he didn't think it was too violent or too scary because kids would see Max wasn't scared at any time in the movie and so they wouldn't be scared either. I disagree. Max was very scared a few times, including the point at which they make him king and dig out his crown and scepter from among the bones of previous kings. And especially toward the end when Carol, the stripey-chested, feather-legged Wild Thing (who represents Max's self), throws a Wild Thing version of a tantrum. He's huge and mad, breaks stuff (including randomly tearing the arm off of Douglas, the chicken Wild Thing) and pretty much professes his hatred of Max and it's at that point that Max is ready to peace out. I feel that. I don't think it's cool for kids to see because they can't necessarily process it, but again, the story is about wild animals. It didn't surprise me that they would live and interact in those ways. And frankly, it's all from Max's imagination anyway. Douglas winds up with a stick in place of his arm and it's comical. Because Max is finished taking them (and his tantrum that sent him into his imagination in the first place) seriously because he's learned a lesson and is on his way home. But don't expect a little kid to understand that.

I re-read the book several months ago in Barnes and Noble. I totally sat at the kiddie table in the kid's section and poured over the thing paying attention to all the details. I re-read it in Target Sunday night and confirmed that the movie just met the mark while making it a whole new story at the same time. Max stands on books while building his tent. Chases his little dog. His boat has his named carved into the side. Max stomps down the stares with the same exact stance and expression as the book represents. The only thing I reeeeeally wanted to see was them swinging from the tree branches during the wild rumpus. I'll live, but that would have been stellar. The constructions that Carol makes are made of millions of tiny sticks stacked together that look just like the hatch-mark drawings of the book. Max says "BE STILL!" and the Wild Things say "I'll eat you up, I love you so." Well done.

Not that I really expected anything less. I had high hopes for this movie because Spike Jonze does tremendous work. I'm so glad he delivered.

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4:34 PM

Today I was going to run around to antique stores but didn't stop doing other things until 4. I figured antique stores probably close at 5 so I sat down with the phone book and called local stores to see if they even had what I need. All the places that answered didn't so I was getting in my car to head to a place on the edge of Raleigh when my phone buzzed that I had a voicemail message. It was a lady from a store that didn't answer when I called because she was with a customer. So I called her back. And this is how our conversation went:

Cristin: Hi! I'm the person you just called back... Do you have such-and-such?
Lady: No.
Cristin: Okay, thanks.
Lady: Why do you want that???
Cristin: To give as a gift.
Lady: Can't you go to Target or something?!
Cristin: Well, I was trying to give you business, DAY-AMN!!!! *click*

I have been laughing about this for twenty minutes. It's a wonder some people remain in business.

12:44 PM

Matt and I celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary and "babymoon" with our third annual trip to Topsail Beach. We went down Sunday and enjoyed a lot of quality time together and on the beach (the latter part of which is not typical of our palenesses). We went out to the shore every day except for Monday which was rainy. We sat on the beach and waded in little tide pools and took short walks talking and reminiscing about the wonderful time we have spent together and how excited we are for Tad to arrive.We had lovely, lovely weather. It was sometimes too hot, even, but lovely just the same:Tad either really enjoyed the beach or found it too bright because she did lots of dances inside my tummy.Jamie and Jason came down Wednesday night and stayed until Saturday:Archie and Jason fell in love:Dadd and Mim came down on Friday and stayed for several hours. Dadd napped and Mim beached:We feasted on awesome seafood all week. Everything we ate was local except for the crab. I forgot my Fish Oil/Omega 3 capsules at home, but if that was ever to happen, I picked the best week, hehehe. We had boiled shrimp every night and mixed in fried flounder:Crabcakes:Shrimp and linguine:and Alaskan King Crab legs:Jamie and Jason headed out around noon on Saturday and Matt and I hit the beach around 1 since it was threatening storms for the late afternoon. We decided to head home a day early since Sunday was also calling for rain and we were heat-beat. We had an excellent time and look forward to going next year with our wee one.All pics here.

hahaha! Shannon took a picture of "the Bog of Eternal Stench" for widdle old me. I think it's glorious:)