From Friday to Sunday, I was in the movie theater. I did a little shopping, but when I wasn’t trying to tame my dirty laundry, I was seeing movies. Friday night, my BF and I went to see MAMMA MIA! I was disappointed. I was expecting something along the lines of Grease or Hairspray. The highlights:

~ The lead, Amanda Seyfried, has a good singing voice. I’ve seen her in something else, but she has this angelic, free-spiritedness vibe goin’ on.

~ I had no idea Meryl Streep could sing, so that was a nice surprise. As is the fact that for her age, she had no problem with the choreography. It looked like she was having fun the whole time.

~ Christine Baranski and Julie Walters, as Meryl Streep’s partners in crime, were great. They provided the comic relief in the movie and were able to keep up with the choreography as well, despite their ages.

~ Pierce Brosnan

~ It was filmed on an island somewhere in Greece and once again reinforced my need to visit that country. The hotel they ran was practically falling down around their ears, but it was a beautiful place, perched there like it was on the side of a mountain.

~ All the ABBA songs.

~ The little concert at the end. Meryl Streep and her friends were in an all-girl band called Donna and the Dynamos. They’re outfits were reminiscent of KISS (knee-high platform boots included), but with more sparkle. Totally. Hysterical.

~ The wedding dress she wore, as well as the bridesmaid dresses, were beautiful in their simplicity.

The lowlights:

~ Pierce. Brosnan. Cannot. Sing. I could’ve gone the rest of my life, happy in the knowledge that he used to be Remington Steele and James Bond, without hearing him sing. Every time he opened his mouth, I cringed. I wanted to fast forward the scene or put it on Mute. And he was in such good shape when he was playing Bond. Now, he’s let himself go a little bit.

~ Some of the choreography was really lame. There was a beach scene involving Christine Baranksi and a bunch of guys. I forgot the song she was singing (ABBA, of course), but the dance routine the guys were doing was really stupid. And involved flippers. Yeah, I know. Lame.

~ The little concert at the end. The young couple and the three main guys got up there and joined the ladies. In the same KISS outfits. And they were singing ‘Waterloo’. It hurt my eyes to see these older men stuffed in these sparkly 80’s outfits and platform boots. Even though it looked like they were having a blast, they could’ve left that on the cutting room floor.

Saturday, I went to see JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH with Brendan Fraser. This movie was advertised as 3-D, but I wasn’t given any glasses when I went to see it. There were some obvious scenes where it looked like the action was coming off the screen and it would’ve been nice to get the full effect, but…it was all right. Nothing to jump up and shout about. I’m looking forward to seeing him in 3rd Mummy movie.

Sunday, the hubby and I checked out THE DARK KNIGHT (the second time for him) with another couple. My opinions are probably going to be the same as everybody else’s, so I’m not going to say much. Heath Ledger was fabulous. If he gets an Oscar nod for this performance, it’ll be a miracle. But I’m not holding my breath. Comic books turned into movies don’t recognized by the Academy. My hubby said that his version of the Joker would’ve been a nice addition to the Batman franchise and I have to agree with him. If they make another Batman and use the Joker again, the actor will be filling a big pair of shoes. Heath just killed it. He was better than Jack Nicholson and nobody will ever be able to match that.

The special effects for Harvey Dent/Two-Face were amazing. Tommy Lee’s make-up looked like a cartoon version compared to this one. It looked very real, like what a burn victim looks like when they don’t get skin grafts. If it was CGI, it was very well done. The hubby was impressed. The whole Rachel thing was quite unexpected. I was a bit stunned. Loved the motorcycle thing. I was amazed at how he was able to control that thing. And even though Val Kilmer will always be my favorite version of Batman, Christian Bale runs a close second. The only thing I didn’t like was the way he talked when he was in Batman-mode. It was like he was trying too hard to change his voice, to make it deeper and rougher. With Val, it was effortless and smooth, even sexy. Maybe it was the lips. Val has great lips.

Anyhow, I thought the movie was fab all the way around. Very dark, very gritty, very edgy. I watched LITTLE WOMEN Sunday night and had forgotten that Christian was in that movie as well. It was interesting to see how young he was then. He’s in his 30’s now, I think. That movie was made in 1994, so he must’ve been in his early 20’s at the time. Quite a handsome man and I love the accent.

So, how was your weekend? See anything good?

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I know you all living in California are getting hit the hardest. What are your thoughts? Are you going to jump on the Save the Starbucks bandwagon? Are you glad to see it go? What will you miss most? This inquiring mind wants to know.

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Poe and I reply in unison. I give her a look of disbelief before turning to the man.

“Yeah, okay, that would be a hell no. I don’t do needles. Can I swap it out with something else?” I want to know.

“Sure.” The man stands up, removes a brochure from the stack on the counter and places it in front of me. “Since you’re already getting a facial and a body treatment, you could replace the Acupuncture consultation with another sixty minute consultation. We have six other choices that are the same price. You can choose from any of our Salon Services or get a massage. We have plenty of choices there, too. You have a few minutes. Why don’t you take a seat and browse?” he suggests.

“Thanks,” I say, picking up the brochure and carrying it with me to the chair by the window.

Poe follows and throws herself in the chair next to me.

“You have no sense of adventure,” she says huffily.

“My adventure draws the line at needles,” I retort, reading the massage descriptions. The man’s not kidding. There are fourteen different types of massages to choose from.

“The needles are in sterilized packets, Dray, and are thrown away immediately after use,” Poe points out.

“How wonderful for them,” I reply dryly.

“My Mom says it’s perfectly safe. It’s an alternative form of healing. It works wonders, I hear,” Poe explains.

“Well, you’re obviously not hearing me when I say that I don’t need to feel the alternative wonders of needles. Why don’t we skip the whole needle thing and get our nails done?” I suggest. “At least, that way we can hang together.”

Poe looks at me with raised eyebrows. “Hey, yeah. That sounds cool. But I think I’d rather get a pedicure.”

“I can handle that.”

“Let’s get to it. I want to get started,” Poe says, clapping her hands together and hopping up out of the chair.

I stand up with her and walk over to the counter.

“So, you made a decision?” the woman asks with the same warm smile.

“Yeah, I’m going to get a manicure,” I answer, sliding the brochure across the counter.

“And I’m going to replace the needle thing with a pedicure,” Poe adds.

“Royale or Express?” the woman inquires.

“What’s the difference?” Poe wants to know.

“Express is thirty minutes, Royale is sixty. But with the Royale you get a hand and arm massage and a paraffin dip,” the woman explains.

Poe’s eyes light up. “Ooooh. Is that like the hot wax stuff that you peel off and your hands feel all soft?” she asks in one breath.

The woman laughs and nods. “Yep. That’s the one.”

“I definitely want the Royale Pedicure, then,” Poe says.

“Me, too,” I agree. “But the manicure one.”

“All right, ladies. You’re all set. Here are the keys to your lockers. Go on through the door and Marla will get you started. Enjoy your stay.”

Marla turns out to be a short Phillipino woman with a kind, motherly smile.

“Hello girls. Welcome. Are you ready to get started?” she asks.

Poe and I return her smile. “More than ready,” Poe responds fervently.

Clasping her hands, Marla smiles even wider. “Well, then let me take you back and show you around.”
She steps around the desk and immediately stops in front of a long vanity counter.

“When you are done for the day, you can get ready here. As you can see, we have supplied you with everything you need,” Marla says.

She’s right. The counter is lined with hair dryers, curling irons, smaller magnifying mirrors, hair spray, hair gel, Kleenex and lotion dispensers; There are four modern and uncomfortable-looking wooden stools tucked underneath the counter.

Marla lifts her hand to her left and says, “You will change here. We supply you with robes, slippers and towels.”

Three dressing rooms with slatted wooden doors are standing open to reveal a toilet, slippers on the floor and a robe hanging on a hook.

Marla raises her right arm and gestures down the hall. “Here’s the steam room and the showers. The jacuzzi is at the end of the hall. You are more than welcome to use these as well.”

Poe and I peer down the hall and see four tiled shower stalls with frosted glass doors. The burbling sounds of water can be heard from the jacuzzi, tucked away in a corner by the window.

“Please change now and I will show you where you can place your things,” Marla says.

Poe makes a sound of glee and heads for one of the dressing rooms. I laugh and close myself in the one next to her. I can feel Poe’s excitement and, for the first time in almost a year, I feel it, too. The ivory robe is baby soft with deep pockets and falls to mid-calf. The matching slippers are just as soft, making me curl my toes inside them. Both items are embossed with a family crest. Whether it’s real or just for show, I don’t know, but I have no doubt they’re made of good quality material. I roll up my clothes and stuff my shoes in my tote bag.

“Oh my God, these are so soft,” Poe gushes, rubbing her hands up and down the sides of the robe. “What is this, like, cashmere or something?”

“Couldn’t tell ya, but I have a serious love jones for the slippers,” I comment, scrunching my toes up again.

Poe laughs. “I know. Gosh, this is fantastic. I wish I could do this every week,” she says with a wistful sigh.

“It gets old pretty quick,” I say without thinking, then promptly wish I can take the words back.

“Like you would know,” Poe scoffs, quickly running a brush through her hair before shoving it in her voluminous purse.

I nervously fumble with my belt, feeling my face flush at my verbal mistake. I feel as though my heart is about to beat itself from my chest.

“Yeah, well, I can imagine. I mean, there’s only so much stuff you can do,” I comment, trying to sound casual.

“This place has a lot of stuff. It would probably take over a month to try it all.”

I nod. “Yeah, no kidding.” I almost faint in relief when Marla comes around the corner and smiles at us.

“Come this way, ladies, and I will show you the lockers,” she instructs.

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You Are a Glazed Donut

Okay, you know that you’re plain - and you’re cool with that. You prefer not to let anything distract from your sweetness. Your appeal is understated yet universal. Everyone dig you. And in a pinch, you’ll probably get eaten.

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Today, my supervisor received this email:

Hi *Ann,

Thank you,
*Jane Doe, MBA, RN
Director, Stupid Ignorant Employees

This was my supervisor’s response:

Thanks *Jane. The t-shirt actually said “I do the WRITE thing.” Celise is a writer and the t-shirt was a play on words.

This was my hubby’s initial response:

That’s awesome. *Mary Jones is your supervisor right?

And our follow-up email correspondence:

Me: Awesome? NOT! No, she’s the ********. The one we all had dinner with that night. *Ann is my supervisor.

Hubby: I thought it was hilarious. You do the white thing…and you’re married to me. Lol

Me: Well, duh. I know that. But for someone to think that I would wear a tacky shirt like that is just downright ignorant.

Hubby: I think that person is racist for thinking that you and *Mary look the same. Turn the tables a bit.

This was my BF’s response:

That’s hysterical, boundaries and people’s perceptions they wanted to create Drama around the issue they have with a non-issue! Interesting how people do this….. Open your eyes fair maiden the times of change is upon us.

For the record, *Mary is my co-worker. Due to the fact that we’re nearly the same height, the same build, the same skin tone and the same hair length, we’re frequently mistaken as family. People often ask us if we’re related. We’re not, but we have a lot of things in common. Like the fact that her wedding anniversary is a week after mine.

Second, I’ve worn that shirt numerous times and no one else had a problem reading it. Or interpreting it, for that matter (maybe she’s foreign and English is her second language)

While I concede to my hubby’s point, there’s no way in hell I would wear a shirt proclaiming that. There was no possible way it could’ve said something else? I mean, even as you were saying it to your supervisor, you’ve couldn’t have stopped and actually thought for a minute, “Huh, maybe it said write not white?” Come. On. I’m reminded again that yes, there really are stupid people in the world. And they hold down jobs. If you’re accusing someone of wearing something inappropriate, at least make sure it’s the right person! Apparently, we look so much alike that no one can tell us apart:

She (because I know it was a female that complained) might’ve gotten it right if I still had braids. Then again, there are a few African-American women here who wear braids, so it’s possible she would’ve looked even more foolish, rather than just plain old foolish.

Um, yeah, hi. If your village is missing its idiot, you can come pick her up at my job.

Are you liking the first person, present tense point of view or is it a little difficult? Do you think it would read better in first person, past tense?

Your opinions would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.

Saturday night, the hubby and I attended a surprise birthday party for my brother-in-law. He had no idea about the party…until they pulled up to the house and saw all the cars. Duh! My sister said park whereever, but what she should’ve said was park around the corner. Or park in front of other houses. It was funny, truth be told. Eat and run. Typical black folk, y’know? Stay just long enough to exchange a few words (and hugs) with the birthday boy, eat (didn’t even wait for dessert!) and leave. LOL. Maybe it was the fact that my sister didn’t give an actual time they were bringing him home. She told people to come anytime after 3. Some people had probably gotten there right at 3 or 330 (like my BF) and they didn’t bring him around until 5 or 6-something! I shouldn’t have been surprised. My sister never was good at the time thing.

Must-See DVD pick:EASTERN PROMISES with Viggo Mortensen and Naomi Watts. We watched this Saturday night. If you have not seen this movie, rent it or watch it now playing on the movie channel (don’t remember which one). If you don’t like violent movies, then it’s not for you, but Viggo is fabulous in this movie. And he does a great Russian accent.

Sunday, the hubby and I had breakfast at our favorite place (the one we go to looks nothing like this, and is always crowded, but worth the wait) then went to see Hellboy II: The Golden Army. We liked it. It was directed by Guillermo Del Toro and the creatures he created in the Troll World were amazing. If you’ve ever seen Pan’s Labryinth, and then you see this movie, you’ll know what I mean. Oh, and that Prince Nuada dude? Very. Cool. Moves. Movies I’m looking forward to seeing:

THE MUMMY: TOMB OF THE DRAGON EMPEROR (have you noticed that Brendan Fraser’s hairdo never seems to change in these movies? )

THE DARK KNIGHT - I’ve heard Oscar nomination buzz for Heath’s role and apparently, around the time of his death, director Christopher Nolan wrote a eulogy to him in Newsweek. Did anyone catch that?)

MAMMA MIA - Love me some ABBA

SISTERHOOD OF THE TRAVELING PANTS 2 - seeing the first one made me add Greece to my Places to Travel list.

DEATH RACE - I have a serious love jones for Jason Statham. Sorry babe.

BABYLON A.D. - Oh, how I’ve missed seeing Vin Diesel in an action flick.

THE SPIRIT - If you liked Sin City, then you’ll like this movie, too, because it’s from the same guy, Frank Miller. And it’s the sequel to Sin City.

QUANTUM OF SOLACE -I’m still reserving judgement about Daniel Craig as the new James Bond, but this one looks to be as good as the previous one. I still have no idea what it’s about, but I know it picks up from where Casino Royale left off.

HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 3 - yes, dammit, I’m a fan. Shut the hell up.

TWILIGHT - Stephenie Meyer is a hometown favorite–and she’s very nice in person, too. I haven’t read her series, but I’m interested in seeing this one.

So, what about you? How was your weekend? What movies are you looking forward to seeing this year?

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No. It was because I wanted to be a writer.

But it helped that I had a couple of English teachers to encourage me. After reading this article, I am once again reminded that good teachers are hard to find. And keep. It pissed me off that this teacher–who’d been teaching for a long time–had found a way to reach her students, to give them hope, only to have it ripped away from her because why? It wasn’t in the normal school curriculum? Because administrators want to bury their heads in the sand when it comes to dealing with real life topics? WHAT. EVER.

There’s a reason why that No Child Left Behind law was introduced. And why it’s not working.

No one seems to understand that the norm isn’t working. Teachers have to come up with ways to keep their students–at risk or not–engaged and they have to come up with creative ways to do it. Normal, educational, set standards don’t work. You wanna know why teens ditch school? You wanna know why they drop out or never graduate? You wanna know why it’s so damn hard to find teachers? It’s because of all the restrictions placed on them.

“You have to teach this subject, with only these materials and that’s it”. There’s no room for creativity, no room for growth or change. And the teachers who want to help, who actually believe that their students can go on to do better things, are cut off at the knees because they want to introduce something outside of the accepted curriculum.

I could get on my soapbox and go on forever about this, but I’m not. I see this as a simple case of a teacher trying to step outside the learning box only to have the lid slammed down for her efforts.

And the ones who suffered were her students.

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“Why would I not care?” comes the affronted response. “I care about all my clients. But you are not just a client to me, sweetling. You understand this?”

“Yeah. Understood, Chief.”

“All right, well, you will be careful?”

“Of course.”

“You will check in on time tomorrow night?”

“Yes, sir,” I say with a laugh.

“Do not forget…”

“Lock the doors, check the windows, set the alarm,” I recite. “I won’t forget.”

A sigh reaches my ears, but I can hear the smile in it.

“We will expect you on Sunday,” comes the gentle reminder.

“I’ll be there.”

“Well then, good night, sweetling.”

“Good night, Chief.”

Still smiling, I put the phone to one side and continue to type.

Oh Snap! He remembered! How coolio is that? I can feel that Evening Tea kickin’ in. Or it could be just the late hour. Corny as it may sound, after an evening of shopping with your best friend–yawn, yawn (for the shopping, not the best friend)–for an outfit that you really didn’t need in the first place, drinking a hot mug of tea on a cool night wrapped in your comfy robe is heaven to me. Party Girl informed me today that we’re going to be spending a few hours at the spa tomorrow. What a nice New Life Anniversary present. This should be interesting.

Question of the Day: Do other people have New Life anniversaries?

I log out of my journal and close the Internet connection. Getting up, I go to the bathroom, open the cabinet beneath the sink and pull a Tampax box out from behind a bucket and cleaning supplies. Going back to the desk, I sit down, open the box and dump out the small portable disk saver that I bought for my laptop. Plugging it in, I access the Portable E drive and click on the only file folder saved there: CASE #1: JEAN-PIERRE DU’LAC.

There had been no fanfare the day I received my first case. No file folder stamped CLASSFIED in big red letters. No manila envelope delivered by courier. No one on the other end calling me by my code name when I answer the phone (probably because I have no code name). No faceless voice giving me the scoop through an intercom box. No recorded message that would self-destruct in five seconds. It had arrived peacefully, like a sunrise, during my weekly visit with Ty.

It’s been an easy process so far, seeing as how I have two classes with Taffy. Somehow, she manages to bring up the spa in every conversation. The girl is truly talented in that aspect. The human subliminal messenger. Laughable for sure, even as I can picture her as the main star in a B-rate movie with the same title. I read over the notes I started writing six months ago. Dates, times, names, and any info I glean. Under my last post, made just two days before, I type in a new entry:

11 Nov: PD gets invite to Royale Treatment Day Spa Grand Re-Opening on 12 Nov. Will be attending as her guest.

#

It’s a quarter to ten as I pull into the parking lot of the Royale Treatment Day Spa. A few yards inside the main entrance leading to the Camelback Mountain Resort, the spa appears to be hidden in a forest.

“I hear the rooms are really cool. Like you’re not staying at a hotel, but your own cottage,” Poe says, pointing at the small group of buildings to their left.

“Yeah. I checked it out last night on the Internet. Definitely not your average hotel. You get a choice of mountain casitas and these spa casitas right here. They even have six private homes you can rent,” I say, sounding like a travel guide.

Poe tugs on the bill of her hat and bounces on the ball of her feet. “Wow. I should’ve looked’em up on the Net, too. I didn’t think of that. Are the rooms real nice?” she asks.

“Yeah. Real nice. The private houses are, too. They didn’t show the inside, but the outside looked pretty,” I tell her as we begin walking towards the entrance.

“Bet they’re expensive to rent,” Poe remarks, skipping ahead to check out the empty tennis courts.

“Look at where we are. Of course they’re expensive,” I yell out.

The parking lot looks like a foreign car dealership. The three limos lining the back wall are a not so subtle reminder of the type of people that frequent this place.

“Hurry up, would ya? I don’t want to be late,” Poe calls over her shoulder as she runs up the ramp and disappears out of sight around the corner.

I quicken my step, round the corner and see Poe looking up at the canopy of trees and turning in a slow circle.

“God, isn’t this fantastic? It’s like being in a nursery,” she says.

“Yeah. It’s pretty cool,” I agree, catching a glimpse of the gym and the boutique hidden amongst the foliage. “C’mon. Let’s go in.”

The building’s architecture is modern with Asian influence. The lobby is sparse, with just the front desk and two chairs in front of a large window partially covered by two huge brick slabs; a scented candle burns on the end of the check-in counter. To the left is a light wood door with a frosted glass insert labeled MEN. The man and woman behind the counter smile as we approach.

“Hello, and welcome to the Grand Re-Opening of The Royale Treatment Day Spa. Did you receive an invitation?” the woman asks with a kind smile.

“Oh. Yeah,” Poe replies, digging in her purse. She pulls it out and hands in to her.

“And your names?” the man inquires, rolling his chair up to a computer monitor.

“Poe Danziger and Draven Atreides,” Poe states.

He rapidly taps on the keys. “Ah, yes, here we go. Okay, it appears that you both signed up for the sixty minute Dragonfly Facial, a thirty minute Bamboo-Lemongrass Scrub Body Treatment, and a sixty minute Acupuncture consultation. Is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

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Friday, I had a business breakfast with my BF at La Grande Orange. Their organic coffee was faboo. We talked a little about business, but we needed to be someplace quiet, with no distractions. I don’t think we wanted to cover half the stuff we wanted to, but we knocked out some ideas. After that, we went to go visit a mutual friend who’d had a baby. Deacon is now 5 months old and the cutest little boy. Saturday, the hubby and I went to see Hancock. It didn’t get really good reviews, but I usually trust what Roger Ebert has to say, and I agreed with him this time: B. It was an interesting take on the superhero thing (even when his costume resembled one borrowed from the X-Men set), but there was the whole “So, where are you from? Really?” I hate when I want to know more and they don’t give it to you. Or you’re left to figure it out for yourself. And, unlike all those other superhero type movies, the so-called villain really wasn’t much of a match for Hancock. It was good, but I think I’m ready for another action flick from him. Something along the lines of Bad Boys. He’s a good action hero.

Sunday, the hubby and I worked on the book cover again. I have the idea in my head, but for some reason, it’s not turning out the way I want it to. Something’s missing—or not working out right—so we’re letting it stew. I don’t plan to get outside opinions, so don’t get your hopes up about me asking you all. LOL. Speaking of input, I want to thank everyone for their opinions regarding the business site. It was all very much appreciated. I do plan to announce when it goes live, so you’ll be able to see the finished product.

As you all know by now, I’ve pushed back the Book One release date to April 2010, instead of next year. The program I was referring to yesterday is called Crafting the Character-Based Novel taught by Pamela Goodfellow of Goodfellow Publishing. It’s a 3-Level course (Crafting, Polishing, Publishing) that will take 78 weeks to complete. A former university professor, when Pamela taught this program, it was a 3 yr gig. Obviously, she’s either going to be cramming a lot into her sessions or she’s going to be leaving stuff out. Either way, I’m looking forward to honing my craft and making the DA series the best they can be. I might even have to go back to my first two books and do a little overhaul.

So, enough about me. How was your holiday weekend?

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