moulage casting, yeah

Ack. I am not sure how it got to be Tuesday, but here we are. Time for a catch up post. Sorry for the length.

:: My husband and I saw the much anticipated (by us) X-Files movie Friday night. If you loved the show, you will love the movie. (If you get the title of this post, I'd say you will find it $9 --or more -- well spent.) Unless I missed it, there was not a forehead kiss to be found in the entire movie. That, my friends, is a good thing. Don't go unless you want a grown-up, intelligent, subtle movie. If you want the opposite of that, go see Journey to the Center of the Earth, which I also saw last week. It was one of those things you can file under "parental sacrifice."

And by all means, if you go see the X-Files, stay through the credits. This is important information. Less important is the fact that my husband and I were the youngest people in the theater. Very odd.

:: To quote Napoleon Dynamite, "Dang." I forgot to post the link to my story about the anniversary of South Carolina State Parks. The history of our park system is very interesting -- or maybe it is just because I am a South Carolinian and a history geek. Enjoy.

:: I am learning a new (read: terrifying) skill, which I may share here as soon as I feel confident enough. Let's just say it is now invading my dreams, which probably means I am having more anxiety than I even realize. It is a skill that two-thirds of Americans already possess (OK, I made that up, but it's a lot), so it's no biggie to most of the world -- just me. However, I turn 40 in a few short months and I will no longer avoid anything out of fear. I will continue to avoid certain activities (jumping out of perfectly good airplanes, BASE jumping, etc.) that carry an unacceptable potential for death, just because I am silly that way.

:: We are going to ease into fifth grade with two days of school next week. I am considerably more relaxed this year and marginally more organized.

:: Serendipity = buying a 50-cent vintage dictionary to recycle as craft paper and finding baby's breath pressed lovingly inside. (See above.)

:: Providence = finding only the second copy of the 1973 Spire Christian Comic Book "Tom Landry and the Dallas Cowboys" that I have ever seen. It's going to be a Christmas gift for my brother, who hopefully doesn't read this but who does love the Cowboys. The first copy I ever saw now hangs in our TV room. It is signed by Tom Landry. Alas, this one is not. (But again, "dang," I just Googled it and it is worth something like $70, which is $69.75 more than I paid for it. Who knew? It would probably be wrong to sell it on eBay instead of giving it to my brother....)