#981 Movie date

Oh God I have missed the movies.

It may come as no surprise to fellow parents, but I may just be able to count on my 2 hands, the number of times I have watched an ‘adult’ movie AT the cinemas, since baby girl has come into the picture.

I love being a Mum. But I actually love movies too.

I miss them terribly.

I think I love the previews almost as much as the movie itself. There is something terribly indulgent about watching snippets of movies, and making an internal list of all the future movies you will hope to see, as your arse is firmly planted in a reclining cinema seat in preparation for getting numb over the next 2 hours.

I still, love it.

Sis and I are constantly telling each other that we will catch up more, or will do more movie sessions together.

IT WILL HAPPEN ONE DAY TRUST ME.

But as with all the best people in your life, even when we think we have had enough, we probably won’t feel like we have, because you can never have enough catch-up time with your loved ones, right?

Well, our very long overdue movie date happened today. After LIFE got in the way one too many times, we finally headed out to watch ‘A Simple Favour,’ and it still has me thinking! A movie that started out as a great thriller, with many twists and turns and sordid secrets, and a very healthy dose of scandal and shocking revelations… but then it went a bit tacky in the last 10 minutes or so.

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Damn. Oh well. Sooo close. Just gonna have to go watch another movie then… 😉

 

 

#829 Follow the yellow brick road…

There’s nothing better than sharing a special evening with the people you love the most.

Tonight was something magical.

I don’t go to musicals all that often, and the last one I went to was to The Lion King a few years ago.

I guess when you go, you go to something big and great and monumental, right?

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But with musicals, they are ALL like that. Night after night, with sometimes day performances too, these amazing professionals get up in front of a full theatre, and they perform – singing, dancing, creating – a fantasy and imaginative world in front of our very eyes.

And each time they do it, it is done with such enthusiasm, energy and gusto, that you would be forgiven in thinking it was the first time they were doing it, for YOU.

Well tonight, we got to witness just that. We headed on over to the Regent theatre, both sister, nephew and I, and along with witnessing some amazing performers acting out a classic movie on stage, we walked around the city streets, grabbed some fine dinner, and in doing so created some wonderful memories to cherish together forever.

That mojito in the middle there that we had during dinner was the BOMB. It was the BEST MOJITO EVER, that I have EVER tried. There was a special sugary syrup which masked any alcohol that was in the drink…. dangerous.

The Wizard of Oz was superb. Very true to the original movie with a few little differences here and there, just to keep it modern and fresh and inventive. And the contribution of the special effects ramped up the production and key components of the story in a whole other way, positively so.

I didn’t realise how much I loved the following song…

“The house began to pitch, the kitchen took a slitch

It landed on the Wicked Witch in the middle of a ditch,

Which was not a healthy situation, for the Wicked Witch!”

… until it was in front of me, LIVE! Oh, how that catchy tune I had heard so many times in my childhood, grew on me as the performance by Dorothy, the munchkins and Glinda the good witch was performed.

There are too many amazing parts to mention, so really, you should just go and watch it yourself if it is playing in a city near you.

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And then as Dorothy, the Scarecrow, the Tinman and Lion got to the Emerald City to meet the Wizard of Oz, with the sheets of green background, green dancers, green sequins, green lights, and green set just emanating out to the audience, all I could think of was –

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Mint…

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Lime…

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The mojito. That bloody brilliant mojito had gone to my head. Damn.

I was a sook as is typical and teared up at the end, even though I know the ending and have seen it before… but not like this. A sign of a great show. Or just a super softie, you decide. But the Universal message and underlying thread of the story is something that is so true, so real to all of us – there is no place like home.

Sure we often think the grass is greener on the other side. We look at the world through rose-coloured glasses, with our Instagram filters on when observing outside things, but looking through the microscope when dissecting the little annoyances of our own lives.

When something upsetting happens, it is a reminder that the support and comfort of home, is all you really need.

At the end of the show Glinda is telling Dorothy how to get home. She tells her to tap her shoes three times and say

Glinda: “There is no place –

Dorothy: ” – like home.”

Dorothy finishes the statement for her. It is not a question either. She knew it in her heart all along. ♥

And at the end of the night, after the pivotal after-the-show discussion, catch-up, and coffee, I headed home too…

Because as we all know, there is no other place like it ♥♥♥

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#823 An afternoon with Dead Poets

It was the perfect day…

It was cold.

It was dreary.

I was under the weather.

I had a sore throat.

I was tired.

I was uninspired.

And all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball…

Yes, it WAS the perfect day…

To stay in and watch a movie.

The combination of wintery conditions, and a tired mind and body meant it was ideal weather to just curl up on the couch with a tea and watch something for a couple of hours while baby girl was at kinder.

The only problem was, I couldn’t quite curl up on the couch, as the DVD player in that room has started playing up. I couldn’t put in a DVD loaned to me by a work colleague, with the risk that it wouldn’t come out, much like the current scenario and baby girl’s Moana being lost in there?

So I improvised.

I went into her play room… grabbed her bean bag… brought her small art-y table close by to me, and plopped into the player Dead Poets Society.

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I think it’s been in my hands for at least 6 months. Maybe even close to a year. I seriously can’t remember. I know he didn’t expect me to return it immediately, but at the same time he doesn’t talk to me much anymore so maybe he thinks he’s lost it for good.

Oh LOLS. If there’s one thing I am, it’s an elephant. I don’t forget. I don’t keep people’s things.

I needed some thoughts of inspiration and meaning. I sat with my tea and a cherry Danish on the table beside me (alongside baby girl’s own tea set)…

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And proceeded to get lost in a fine work of art by one of my favourite actors, Robin Williams, for the next two hours.

It was certainly an interesting film. It made me want to read more poetry. It made me want to go and live life to the fullest even more than I already try to do.

Robin Williams’ teacher character tells his students that they are little more than worms to feed the earth in future years, leading to his main statement:

Carpe Diem.

Seize the day. Make the most of what time you have. Live your passion. Don’t follow the path well travelled – forge your own. Love and the Arts are notable pursuits.

And one of my many fave quotes of his from the film:

“No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.”

It was a sweet, funny and passionate movie, but one also starkly true and grim about life’s pressures, taking a sad and horrific turn right near the end, leaving me going “No!” I didn’t just spend the last two hours of slowly-building inspiration for this?

But then there was the promise of something learnt, of not all lost… of Hope… and that reminded me of my own book, where I pretty much do the exact same thing.

It was a lovely afternoon which I spent not doing much at all. In a week where I have felt bombarded and overwhelmed in all avenues of my life, with just too much going on all at once, I needed a moment, an hour or two, to not tend to any of those things… and just take some time out, to do my own thing.

To find inspiration and the meaning of life again.

To remember where I am.

And to remind myself of where I am going.

 

 

 

#725 Game ticket freebies

We’re back, we’re back.

We did a lot to fill the day today. Because as I said to Hubbie amidst severe cold/flu conditions days ago, almost as a forewarning to the world: “when I am better, we are painting the town red.”

Well, I AM better.

After kindergarten we took baby girl down to see a cinema screening of Paw Patrol in the Village Vjunior lounges, complete with a huge slide going down the length of the room. If that wasn’t enough to keep her happy during the forced 10 minute interval, running after other kids and jumping on the floor keyboard lights at the front of the room, well there was also popcorn.

I kind of had to enforce her to stop too much of that, too… because we had dinner plans later…

We love going to TGIs, so much so that baby girl will ask us “TGI?” on various occasions just when she remembers she needs her fix. She gets crayons and colouring paper, she gets her cheesy pasta, and it is noisy so that any loud outbursts by her are completely muffled, and EVERYONE is happy.

After a spot of shopping because ‘why not?’ on a weekday night while on holidays, we headed to the store that baby girl had been eagerly asking us about since we had passed it.

Totally Game is like my generations old-school Intencity or something, where basically you play games, get tickets, and then transfer like, 100 tickets for a packet of chewing gum.

Some things NEVER change, even though the names do.

But this is where the gratitude game rose a bit, because there is nothing like being happy for holiday time, family time, being grateful for health and everything time, and then someone does something unexpected and selfless and just raises the bar a whole lot.

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Because we were playing at various games as you do, collecting tickets, and at one point while looking for another game to play suitable for baby girl to help out Hubbie, she almost crashed a neighbouring game where a group of people were already playing. We called her to come back, and in that party of people a lovely girl looked over and smiled. I thought nothing of it other than to think just that, she looked so happy and friendly… and I found out how much so about 10 minutes later, when we were feeding our game tickets into the machine to find out via receipt how much we had, when this girl popped out of nowhere and said to us

“Here take our receipt, we were just playing for fun.”

Really? We thanked her and I looked at the receipt, which read along the lines of 240 tickets.

240?!?!

My $10 of credit had resulted in about 80 tickets, and she was giving us 240, just like that?

“Are you sure?” I called out to her.

“Yeah,” she replied with a smile as she walked off.

And if that kind generosity wasn’t enough, when we were looking at a prize for baby girl in the window case, she came back and gave us a roll of other tickets.

“We’re just killing time before our movie!”

Another 60 tickets!

We thanked her again and again, and baby girl was fortunate to be able to pick from a lot of toys there…

You think she got something good?

Nah. A little wind up lady-bug and a wind-up pony is all she wanted. And can you believe, the wind-up lady-bug is stuffed already.

Like I said, some things NEVER change. Like gaming stores ‘prize toys.’

But regardless, the moral was there. The kind message and offering. It was the icing on the cake of a very happy day…

There are really nice people out there. 🙂

#622 Yo Hubbie, it’s your birthday…

This dude.

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His Par-Tay tonight.

Only slightly drunk. ALLLL good. Writing while under the influence in the bestest fun.

So let’s quickly wrap this up before I regret it.

Let me just add, you know it is love when you want to kill the person earlier on in the night, and then later you are totally loving them again.

As Tony Montana says somewhat somehow in Scarface “she gonna love me again.”

Only, I’m gonna love him again.

Music, memories, and a bunch of 8 making it sound like 80 odd in the house… that’s my kind of a great night 😉

#582 Movie firsts

My sister took me to my first movie. Batman, with Michael Keaton as the man in the cape.

It always was, and still remains, one of my most favourite past-times and memories with her. Our movie nights, our sister days.

Well it wasn’t a ‘movie first’ for either baby girl or my nephew today, as we took them to see the Wiggles Nursery Rhymes being shown at the Vjunior cinemas.

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But it was baby girl’s first time EVER eating popcorn… did she like it? I’ll leave you with these words she uttered: “No mama don’t touch.”

There you go.

It was also my nephew’s first time sitting through a whole movie, happily! The volume was lower than it usually is in other regular cinemas, much easier to take in without the ear-splitting stereo bursting your eardrum.

And it was our first time, ALL together. With the success of today, I think there will be many more movie days, and memory days.

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(The popcorn cup, I could not touch)

♥♥♥

#355 A Frozen morning

Mornings at our household, even when work or appointments or commitments are not in the near horizon, are usually spent in the ‘keep-on-going-on,-going-on,-going-on’ stage.

Meaning it just keeps going on. In fact there is NO STAGE. We are in constant movement of not dawdling, ‘we-are-done-here-onto-the-next-thing,’ ‘let’s-not-waste-time-let’s-fill-up-our-days-with-as-much-productivity-as-we-can-muster,’ type thing.

We don’t give ourselves much chance to rest.

But today, it was cold. And baby girl wanted to watch some more Frozen. She has been really getting into the popular kids movie lately, and I don’t lie one bit when I say that when she is singing Let It Go, I’m actually finding it adorable.

I pressed play on the DVD player and it picked up where she last left off in the film. We sat in front of the TV, eating brekkie. And although I’ve seen bits of the film, and I know the ending, I happened to see the last 3o minutes of the film uninterrupted, as baby girl and I munched on butter and vegemite on toast, and I found my analytical switch, first awoken  by my Media Studies course back in my uni days, immediately turning itself on to critique, and discover, ‘just what was good about this film?’

I found, I really liked it. It actually is a great kids movie. It even made me almost cry at the end, at a most poignant moment, that made me initially go “woah – heavy much for kids?”

Of course any heaviness displayed in a Disney movie is short-lived. And I admit, I am that Mum, who will be the one instigating any animated films I take baby girl to in the future, because I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, but still….

I thought this movie was pretty great. And I found myself relishing the change in routine.

I didn’t push myself onto the next task, with my keen eye on the clock, getting baby girl on to hurry up, and rushing us out the door.

No. I let myself sink into the couch, I allowed my analytical switch to stay on as I simultaneously enjoyed this movie, and I glanced outside at the cloudy, windy weather, the branches on the trees outside being thrown about, and I thought

‘No thanks. I’ll stay here a while longer.’

I’d rather deal with MY Frozen, than that Frozen.