I moved!

I moved everything over to a new wordpress blog with the same name:

sueczech.wordpress.com

I couldn't take the fact that I didn't have a hold on all the comments I was making and receiving. Wordpress lets me keep track of all that because Goddess knows, I'm terrible at remembering.

American vs Czech movies

Last night we saw The Departed. It's not a movie I wanted to see so I read the whole thing beforehand so I wasn't left with any surprises or anticipation, plus I could zone out during the movie and not have to ask what's going on.
Hubby was on the edge the entire time wondering who's going to die, who's going to be discovered, and what the characters' names are. Once the movie was over he kept saying how great it was and that's how movies in America should be made. So here's our argument:
Czech movies end poorly by my American taste. All of the Czech movies I have seen have ended sadly and left me in a miserable and shocked state. Hubby's defense is that Czech movies represent reality and American ones represent la-la land. He said why show a fairytale when real life isn't that way? It gives people false hope or worse yet, depression that their lives isn't the ones on the big screen.
I told him that when I go to the movies I want to be transported to a different world and where dreams really do come true. Life is hard enough, I don't want to be reminded of it in movies as well. Maybe I'm disillusioned, but I think as a kid it helped my imagination and didn't make me settle for things simply because that's how life is. I always strive for more.
It seems to me that Czech cinema doesn't have love stories, and when they do they kill off the couple!
"Just one will do", he says.
I asked him if Czech girls prefer American movies or Czech ones and of course, the answer is American because we have the better love stories. Exactly! They may not be true representations, but they're nice stories that put a smile on your face and a spring in your step.
"But you leave the theatre forgetting the entire movie", he says.
Maybe I do, but at least I leave with a lighter heart instead of a heavy one where the main character gets killed after he loses his virginity.
"But you know how the movie will end", he says.
Only cheesy movies like The Lake House are predictable. Because it is an American-made movie I know I won't be disappointed that Sandra Bullock is going to bite the dust. I don't watch all cheezy movies, but I'm a chick and I appreciate them.
I decided to watch part of the Lake House last night and as I turned it off, hubby said "Why did you turn it off? I was just starting to cry."

Happy Birthday to me!

Happy Birthday to me! Vsechno Nejlepsi!
Today I have reached the milestone of 30yrs old. If I was in a movie right now there would be a little capture under me saying "30 years later..."
Today I have to renew my drivers license, bake cupcakes for a playdate with Peanut's BFF, and go out to dinner with my hubby and daughter. I think it'll be a wonderful day because I woke up to the birds singing.
And luckily my hubby is home from work today so he's told me that he'll watch Peanut all day while I go and do whatever I want. So I'm hoping to take more pictures for my Flickr account and join more groups!
Yay! I'm 30!

Insane Asylum

The New Orleans City Insane Asylum has posted a record of patients between 1882-1884 and 1888. I always find these things fascinating.. I'm not sure why. I've always been interested in psychiatric patients, but not enough for me to enter the actual field of it.
Some other interesting reads along the same line would be Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen, which of course was made into a movie with Winona Ryder and Angelina Jolie. The book is ten times better and the people more interesting. That movie had basically nothing to do with the book except the names and the chicken thing.
There's also I Never Promised You a Rose Garden which I got off a free book rack in a used book store years ago. I read that book cover to cover a few times. It's about a 16yr old girl who creates a world "Yr" due to her schizophrenia and has moments of clarity while living in a mental hospital.
The other one is She's Come Undone, which doesn't necessarily deal with schizophrenia or paranoia but massive depression.
All fascinating reads... but of course truth is much better than fiction. Sadder too.

Those were the days...

I asked my hubby to watch Peanut for 10 minutes so I could take a shower this morning. While in the shower I realized how much I miss taking morning showers, so I thought of other things I missed since I've had Peanut.

• Morning showers
• Jumping out of the car and running into a store quickly. Now I jump out of car and into the backseat, put on Peanut's socks and shoes because she took them off, find the dollie, double check I have the keys, find a buggy, put Peanut in buggy, and then run into the store
• Being able to just travel somewhere because the wind carried me that way
• Going to restaurants that don't have children's menus
• Clean carpets and furniture
• Being able to read for longer than 10 minutes at a time
• Saying "yes" to going to places, parties, events, concerts without having to think if I can find a babysitter or if she can tag along
• Staying in bed with hubby early, early in the morning and planning our day and maybe romping around *wink*

Things that make up for the things that I miss.. aka... things I would never trade for in all the world now that we got Peanut:

• "I love you Mommy"
• Morning chatter over a cup of coffee (for me) and a yogurt (for her)
• Dance routines
• Pretty pink little dresses, bows, glitter, feathers, and fun
• "EW!!!! YUCK!!" in the middle of a crowded store
• Nighttime cuddles and kissies
• Finally having an excuse to be a grown adult and watch my favourite cartoons and having a partner watching Star Trek with me.
• Having someone act exactly as you and your husband do and either laugh or be mortified.
• Knowing that you brought someone into the world and that there's a possibility she'll help change it.
• The capacity of love that I didn't even know I had.

Butts are naturally funny

My Peanut is going through the "what's that?" phase right now, which means we tell her the name of body parts, objects, and food about 50 times a day. Today she pointed to her butt and said "What's that?" I said "Butt" and she laughed. She thought it was hilarious.
In school kids would say the word butt over and over again and make farting noises with their mouth, and I thought it was because of siblings or parents encouraging it. Apparently, it's not a learned behavior.. it's a natural one.
Oh boy. Or girl, I should say.

My Yummy Valentine

When it comes to holidays, I specifically name what I want. That way I spare hubby wandering around a store wondering what to get me. If I don't say what I want.. I end up with things I don't use or can't wear. In the past he bought me clothes that are too small.. which is nice because he thinks I'm skinnier than what I am. Who can complain about that?
This year I asked for Choxie from Target. I love their commercials and their packaging, but I could never warrant buying a box of chocolates for myself. All the little chocolates were so cute sitting in their cubicles that I felt bad for eating them.
Almost.
Either way.. for the price, I felt they were worth it. They're yummy, look fancy, and a cheap alternative to Godiva.
Happy Valentine's! And for others.. Happy Anti-Valentines!