Baby, Remember My Name

At the end of every year, I clean the movie stubs out of my wallet. Usually, I am with my friends Judy and Heather and as I pull out each stub, I offer my reflections on each film. Since I am away from them this December, I offer my ticket stub review to all of you.

January 3rd—Rachel Getting Married
This was one of those movies you go to because a bunch of your friends are going, not because you’re dying to see it. What I remember is Anne Hathaway giving a good performance and Rachel’s wedding, in which a Jewish girl married an African-American guy in an Indian-themed backyard wedding.

January 20th—Bride Wars
Entertaining, instantly forgettable. Brain candy.

February 21st—Confessions of a Shopaholic
I love, love, love the Shopaholic books, so I was pretty excited to see the movie. As a movie, it was cute, sweet and fun. As an adaptation of the book, it failed. I prefer to think of it as a movie that happens to have the same name as a book I really like. One thing I can’t figure out is why they set the film in New York and made Isla Fisher fake an American accent. Why not stay true to the novel’s London setting?

June 19th—The Proposal
Super-fun. Can’t get the image of Oscar from The Office dancing around in a Speedo out of my head, but overall, liked this one a lot.

August 7th—Julie and Julia
Meryl Streep’s Julia Child was ebullient. It looked like she was having an amazing time portraying the famous chef. Stanley Tucci was darling as her husband. The Julie side of things was charming for the simple fact that Amy Adams was in it. A Google search of the real Julie Powell left me disappointed.

October 1st—Fame
How excited was I for this movie? I loved the show when I was growing up and I was anxious to see Megan Mullally and Bebe Neuwirth playing teachers at the performing arts high school.
How disappointed was I? The movie was a mile wide and an inch deep. Quickly passing through the characters’ four years, we never really got to know anyone. The pervasive, “You can’t trust adults, they will squash your dreams” theme wore thin mighty fast.
An interesting side note, my friend Katy and I were the only people in the theater. Katy actually answered her phone and had a conversation during the movie.

November 20th—The Twilight Saga: New Moon
Yes, I was there opening night. Even though the first movie makes me snicker and I’m completely over the tabloid Robsten frenzy, I still wanted to see this one. From what I can remember, it stayed pretty faithful to the book. Taylor Lautner spent a lot of time with his shirt off. Lucky guy will always have this movie as evidence of his amazing physical condition. When I found out he’s 16 (17 now?), I had a lot of repenting to do. Rob Pattinson’s agent must have negotiated for him to be shirtless as much as Taylor in the film. No wonder Team Jacob got so many new converts…

November/December?—The Blind Side
My ticket stub for this one has disappeared, so the date will remain a mystery. I don’t generally see feel-good movies, but an article I read about Leanne Tuhoy and her faith caught my interest. So I saw it, and so help me, it made me feel good.

December 12th—The Princess and the Frog
Fresh from my trip to Disney World, I was propelled to see this movie. I’m so glad I did! It was delightful. Tiana has earned her place in the pantheon of Disney princesses.

Look Around, Leaves are Brown, and the Sky is a Hazy Shade of Winter

The summer manifesto was really awesome. It kept me from frittering away my summer months and spending them in an idle, selfish wasteland. The fall manifesto, however, might have proven to be too ambitious. Working full-time, maintaining my home, and involvement with ministry pretty much guarantee that I won’t be frittering my time away.

That being said, here’s a review of my fail, I mean fall, manifesto…

Prepare more food at home, eat out less. Invite friends over for dinner instead of meeting in restaurants.

I fared miserably on this one. I can think of two occasions when I prepared a meal and had friends over to eat it. In contrast, I can’t count how many times I ate in a restaurant. On one occasion when I had a friend over for dinner, I found myself being so distracted by the requirements of serving a meal that I couldn’t engage her in conversation as I would like. As I tried to talk to her while cleaning dishes and dashing out the door for my next meeting, it occurred to me that there’s much to be said for the convenience of a restaurant.

Use the farmer’s market regularly.

Despite the convenience of the grocery store, I have purposefully driven to the farmer’s market on weekends to stock up on produce for the weekend. Laura introduced me to the curb market, which is smaller and more crowded than the outdoor farmer’s market, but I dug its downtown vibe.


Catch up with Debbie.

This was on the list to keep me accountable for getting together with this dear friend. We squeezed in a conversation right at the fall/winter wire; sandwiched in between holiday parties, swim practices and a Christmas concert.

Keep reading—do not let books pile up on nightstand.

I’ve done a lot of reading, but there is still a pile on the nightstand! This fall I was introduced to Anne Shirley as I read the first three books in the Anne of Green Gables series.
I put Anne on hold to reconnect with another beloved classic, Little Women, which we tackled in our fall book club meeting. Through Librivox, I was able to listen to the novel with different volunteers reading each chapter. From the Australian guy to the 10-pack-a-day English lady, the readers each put their own spin on Jo and the girls.
Recently, I picked up Twilight for a second reading. I’m hoping to remember what I liked about these books before Robert Pattinson’s constant media presence made me forget.

Attend a Gaelic Storm concert somewhere in North Carolina.

One happy Friday night, Beth, Laura and I headed to Winston for an evening of blarney and rumpus. It was great craic!

Be a light in my work place.

Most days, it takes all my strength not to be overcome by the darkness at my job, let alone to be a light for others. I try to avoid the gossip and the grumbling, which often means not leaving my room. My friend Tonya started a Bible study for our co-workers, which was awesome, but our workplace is a battlefield—guess I’d better go and get my armor.

Have conversations about women’s ministry.

I don’t know that I’ve had many deliberate conversations about women’s ministry, which is what I meant when writing this in August. I wanted to get a sense of what was important to and for women so that when the church plant opens its doors, I will be able to hit the ground running. Instead, my fall has been filled with doing ministry and talking about the church plant in bigger and broader terms. I’m trusting that, when the time comes, God will show me what to do for the women of this fledgling congregation.


Attend a Flyers game, completing a Philadelphia sports trifecta (Phillies on August 14, Eagles on September 13. Sadly, there is no Flyers game on October 12.)

The Flyers will be in Raleigh one week from tonight. Perhaps I will see them there. Before abandoning the subject of Philadelphia sports, I must express my delight with the Fightin’ Phils who gave me October baseball for another year. This crusty, cynical Philadelphia sports fan has learned to hope because of these guys. I can hardly wait for Spring Training…

We Can Drive It Home with One Headlight

Tonight I went to Auto Zone. They might as well call the place Man Zone. I knew as I walked out of my house that I would have to be assertive and confident. I also touched up my make-up—not that it made a difference after the torturous cardio class I did earlier in the day.

I stood in line and waited for an available employee. A man got in front of me, but aside from an indignant little huff, I didn’t protest. After all, his $4.30 purchase was probably easier than my need for a new headlight. Once he was gone, the employee walked away from his register. This time my indignant huff was louder, so he turned and said, “Can I help you?” I said, “Not if it’s too much trouble.” He told me I would have to wait for Brian to get my headlight fixed. Then, he grabbed his coat and said goodbye to the other men working, saying, “14 hours is long enough. I’m going home.” I felt really bad for speaking to him so rudely.

Not knowing who or where Brian was, I continued standing in line while another worker was helping a man buy a new battery. A few more customers began gathering in front of the counter. One asked me, “Are you next?” I replied, “I have no idea.” It turns out I was next and the man behind the counter happily sold me headlights and told me I’d have to wait for someone to help replace it, as long as it wasn’t too difficult a job.

So I returned to my car and waited. One employee was helping a man change his van’s battery. When he finished, he went inside, got a Coke and came out for a cigarette. When he saw me, he said, “I’m sorry, are you waiting?” Convicted about my earlier snarky remark, I said, “No worries, take your break. You’re really hustling.” Turns out this was the elusive Brian. He was willing to come check out my headlight, as long as I didn’t mind the cigarette. He fiddled around under the hood for a while, went into the store for a tool, fiddled some more, and then said, “You’re going to hate me.” I said, “I figured it would be too much for you to do. No worries.” He slammed the car’s hood closed and said, “Wait a minute. Let me rub your head.” And then, friends, he came over and rubbed both of his hands on my head! He said, “When I slammed the hood, it come back on.”

What else can I possibly say about my Auto Zone experience?

After my hair had been through the aforementioned cardio class and the Brian incident, I ran into my hair stylist at Macy’s.

Mr. Telephone Man, There's Something Wrong with My Line

I stopped by the Verizon store on Saturday morning to see what, if anything, could be done about my phone’s battery. After charging the phone overnight, sending and receiving a text message, my battery was half-full (or was it half-empty?). A 20-minute conversation the night before ended when the battery was completely sapped and the phone died.

I explained this to the Verizon man who was very accommodating, and possibly still drunk from Friday night. After looking around for a replacement battery for my phone, he came up empty. He told me that everyone who had my phone must have replaced its battery, leading to a Verizon-wide shortage. It was kind of a cute conversation.

He: Why did you buy that phone? It’s terrible.
JW: I didn’t buy the phone. It was free.
He: Did you get it online? I’ve never seen it before.
JW: Yes. It was free and it had a keyboard.
He: Well, it’s a horrible phone.

After a discussion with his manager, he returned with the news that they would have to replace my phone with something similar. Because my horrible phone was a Smartphone, they would give me a Blackberry. It would be shipped to me by Tuesday. Just like that, free Blackberry.

The next conversation went something like this…

He: It comes in pink or silver. I’m guessing you want silver.
JW: Why? Is it because I’m wearing a bandana?
He [flustered]: No, you just don’t seem like a pink-phone kind of girl.
JW: I am, in fact, a pink phone kind of girl. I had a pink razor phone.
He: Really? So did I. For like a week, it was embarrassing.

So my pink Blackberry arrived on Monday. After activating it, it took about 10 minutes for me to understand why people call them Crackberries. Sitting there, in a little pink case, are sports scores, weather forecasts, text messages, e-mails from Harris Teeter, and many more features I have yet to discover. Its capabilities scare and overwhelm me and I am hoping it’s the last new phone for a while!

Oh, Cookie Cookie Cookie Starts with C!

Every year, my mom and I bake cookies at Christmas time. It seems like every year we wait longer to start baking and are more frenzied when the last day of school before break arrives (this is the day on which most of the cookies are delivered to co-workers). We can be found in my mom’s kitchen the night before, feverishly packing Zip-Loc containers with doilies, cookies and Hershey’s kisses, while my dad sits placidly in the living room watching Law & Order reruns.

This year my friend Carrie is doing a cookie exchange on her blog. (Sorry, Carrie, I can’t even blog about holiday baking in a timely manner!) Hopefully, digging out this recipe will kick-start my holiday baking season. Enjoy!

Light Sugar Cookies
Light is kind of a misnomer, as you will see from the ingredient list, but this is an old favorite of mine. I wrote it down while watching The Frugal Gourmet back in high school.

Combine:
2 sticks (1 cup) margarine
1 cup sugar
1 cup powdered sugar
1 cup vegetable oil
2 eggs
4.5 cups flour
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. cream of tartar
1 tsp. vanilla

Chill dough for two hours. Roll into walnut-sized balls. Press with bottom of a glass dipped in sugar. Bake on ungreased sheets at 375 for 10-12 minutes. (Yields quite a few, I often halve the recipe!)