Lights, Camera, Action

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a love for movies. When people ask me what my favorite movie is, I have to hold myself back from listing at least ten. At one point in my life, I made an active decision to have a default favorite movie for when I get asked that question. My default answer? “The Princess Bride”. I’ve seen that movie probably more times than any other movie ever. I can quote it from beginning to end. What people don’t realize when I answer that question is how many movies I want to add as a close second, third, fourth, etcetera. What are my top ten favorite movies? I’m glad you asked. In no particular order (except for #1):

1. The Princess Bride
2. American Beauty
3. Jesus Christ Superstar
4. The Godfather
5. Harold and Maude
6. Chicago
7. West Side Story
8. Amadeus
9. Crash
10. Labyrinth

That was harder than I thought. My favorite movies aren’t the same as what I think the best movies are. For instance, I think that The Godfather is probably the greatest movie of all time. It’s on my top ten list, but it’s not my favorite.

I don’t know what it is about movies but I love them. I love to talk about them, I love to debate about them, and I love to quote them. If you know me, you know that I love to ramble off random movie trivia and inject quotes into my daily dialogue. If I meet a person who can banter back and forth with me in movie quotes? Instant friendship. I’m known for recognizing obscure actors and placing them from other films they’ve appeared in.

There’s something special and magical about going to the theater to see a movie. Now that I’m a parent and don’t get to go as often, it’s twice as special. I love to see a movie opening night. I know a lot of people hate the crowd, but there’s something exciting about seeing a movie for the first time with a huge crowd of other people. Take the next installment in the Harry Potter movie series, for instance. Its’ release is less than two weeks away, and I plan on being there opening night. Am I crazy? Maybe. But I love feeling the excited anticipation buzzing around me. I love sharing that experience with random strangers. I love settling into the seats of a dark movie theater with a bucket of popcorn in my lap. I even love watching previews.

Josh is going to be watching Nellie on opening night of Harry Potter and I’m going to go see it with some girlfriends. I can’t wait, the excitement is practically killing me!

So, how about you? What are your top ten favorite movies of all time?

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Paranormal Activity and Chili

It’s Monday again! Joy of joys. I had lots of dreams this weekend. One involved the birth of my daughter. It was very strange, because in the dream DH and I were in our new apartment and I was doing something in her nursery. All of a sudden, DH calls to me from the other room, “Natalie! She’s here!”
I looked down at my belly and I was no longer pregnant. Somehow, I had given birth to Nellie and didn’t even know it. We were so wrapped up in her, we completely forgot to tell people she was here. It was almost 3 hours after her birth that we finally started calling people. Strange. At one point, DH was in the bathroom and she began crying. I went to her and picked her up. She was swaddled and snug and once I held her, she stopped crying. She looked at me; she had dark brown hair – almost black, like mine when I was born – and dark brown eyes. She had DH’s nose and chin, but my eyes and mouth.

My other dreams involved Ada, me getting my own office at work, and…. Well, some not so pleasant things due to the fact that we went and watched the movie Paranormal Activity on Saturday. IT. WAS. SO. FREAKY. The hype over it is definitely warranted. I wasn’t terrified like I thought I’d be but it was so, SO CREEPY. Not the type of horror movie that jumps out, scares you and makes you scream and grab someone but the entire time my mouth was open, I was gasping at certain parts and was definitely tense and freaked out. Needless to say, my dreams were a bit interrupted because of the movie.

Yesterday, we headed to the Chattanooga Market for the 7th Annual Firehouse Chili Cookoff. It was fun, and I got to eat lots of tasty chili. It was COLD out, and I should have dressed warmer. My fingers were going numb from holding my chili and walking around.

We’re now into the 3rd trimester! I can’t believe that we are in the home stretch.. It’s crazy. Oh, and I have figured out why I don’t feel baby girl move a whole lot during the day. Friday night I was up until about 3 AM (which is WAY unusual for me, even on a weekend) and around 10:00, she started rockin’ and rollin’. She is DEFINITELY most active in the late evening, which is usually when I am asleep and don’t feel her. It was so funny, right around 10 PM she started kicking and I felt her a bunch for the rest of the night. I love feeling her kick and wiggle and move. It’s the best feeling in the world.

I’m going to go make myself some hot tea in an attempt to warm up. It’s so cold!