El Capitan 'Merica

I chose a picture of little captain because I like him better this way.

Nate and I just watched Captain America: The First Avenger.

Thoughts:

Graham was definitely preferring Nathan over me today. One time he burst into tears when Nathan left the room. Two reactions to this Daddy-favoring: 1) Cuuute, he loves his daddy so much, 2) WHAT? I gave him life! blah blah blah mother's ranting anthem of justified martyrdom blah blah what the heck?!

We went to Ruby River Steak House tonight. I got a filet mignon. Where has beef been my whole life? Also I had a deep-fried yam. Why they deep-fry it, I don't know--who eats the skin? But the inside was like world peace covered in molten heaven (i.e. candied pecans, marshmallows, and cinnamon butter). Thank you, Sadie, for the recommendation. But sourdough bread as their free bread offering? Psh. Nobody likes sourdough bread.

Thoughts on Captain America (spoiler alert: Captain America dies kind of but not really. Ok, socially he dies if you know what I mean):

I thought the skinny version was cuter.

They should have emphasized the continuity of his character between pre- and post-buffification. They highlighted his patriotism in the beginning, but he was kind of meh afterwards. Maybe I'm just touched more by the underdog ... and after he became the super daddy under-doggy he just seemed less awesome and sympathetic as a character. I wanted some vulnerability.

Must protect Peggy from the inactive grenade! So cute. I wonder how they attached his head to a twelve-year-old's body ...?

Richard Armitage (aka John Thornton from North & South!!!) as the assassin who kills Dr. Erskine ... foaming at the mouth! Gah! What about the rose in the hedgerow??? From cotton to cyanide ... who knew?

I'm about to crunch my suicide pill, Margaret ... crap, wrong movie! Ack!

Peggy's marksmanship= yee haw!

I rock a red lip (matching my nails!) and a half up-do. And I'm chums with Wallace & Gromit because we're all British!

Final thought: America always wins. Get used to it. We rock. So grab your kitschy vibranium shield (that's really a boomerang?) and put on your awesome WWII era clothes, we're going to melt an ex-Nazi red skull-faced megalomaniac with a Norwegian cube that he found in a secret compartment in a wall with a tree carved into it. That's basically it.

P.S. final thought: I love Tommy Lee Jones. He's the same character in every movie he's in, but I love that character so I don't care that he has no versatility. He's like an ice cream maker--good for only one thing, but a really good thing. To contrast, Edward Norton is a Swiss Army Knife. A completely different kind of gadget.
 

"Do Not Deny Me Your Gifts, Jacob"

-Kohor of the House of Kohoanticklemeelmo
(The Testaments)

I love that guy. Not because he's the evil villian, but because he's just so jaunty. A protagonist could never walk with such swagger.

This is awesome:

In other news, I haven't blogged in a while because I've been too busy with these awesome things:

 
Indexing! The indexing reps in our ward send a basket full of goodies around RS/Priesthood every week for those who have indexed ... or who swear on their firstborn's blessing outfit that they will index later in the day. So did I ever index? No. Did I ever want the candy/snickerdoodles/sugar cookies in the basket? Every flipping week. Did I take them without earning them? Twice. On accident. Not the taking, but the forgetting to keep up my end of the bargain was the accident. So I came clean and decided to do two batches to even up my score (because that's how you get into heaven/don't get called to nursery, duh).

Then I got addicted! But it's a righteous addiction, so it doesn't count. It's funny, as I'm reading the scrawly handwriting of some British census taker, I subconsciously think of him (of course it's a him) as educated and bookish. Probably has buckles on his shoes, you know. Crappy, infuriating handwriting that makes me wonder if the souls of those whose names he's illegibly recorded are tormenting him in the spirit world because he's the reason their descendents don't know they exist ... tangent.

But today Nathan pointed out that the census takers then were probably what they are today--bums needing a temporary job (sorry cousin Terisa. I know you worked for the last census, and you are not a bum! You are the exception). So this gives me greater reason to be bugged by them. They have horrible penmanship and they probably live in their mother's cellar where they play British video games all day while they eat Digestives. Gah! (Full disclosure: I only started indexing again a week ago.)

Attack of the Cuteyerdly Lion

What else have I been doing? Raising a kick-diaper baby. Graham is awesome. He crawls. He climbs. He succumbs to sleep training (no judging ...). He bites to show love (I hope that's what he's trying to show). He points. He gives high fives. He gives kisses (the best!). He breathes like an asthmatic robot because it gets him attention. He likes acorn squash. He was a lion for Halloween.

What else have I been doing?

Playing intramural soccer with my sister Katie and losing in the tournament to a bunch of super in-shape dorks who are probably still dating their high school boyfriends. When did super wide sports headbands become a thing? Psh. Go ahead and steal the championship t-shirt from me, young fillies, but guess what? I don't have to share my fridge with five other girls anymore. That's true glory.