The Post With No Sense.

(10 Jolley Bucks if you can guess the reference I was making in the title. It's a bit of a stretch.)

I read somewhere recently that January is the Monday of the months. Yes, it is. I do see the irony in setting a goal to blog more during the most boring month of the year, but I'm determined to keep it. So here comes more nothingness.

Remember when you were a kid and you were sure you knew what kind of parent/aunt/adult you would or wouldn't be?

I thought I would never dress my kids the same, but I do. It's cute and easy and they love it.

I don't know if I ever actually thought this out, but I think everyone thinks they will read to their children. And I do. I'm sure I thought I would read good books to my children. But I don't. Twice this week, I have read books that I thought were supposed to be great but they were scary books about death and execution and being hanged or whatnot. Twice.

So I'm going to start reading the books to myself before I read them to my children. No I'm not. You know I'm not.

For example, last week we read Little Red Riding Hood.

We all gasped in horror when we got to this page.

I didn't think June was going to make it.

To be honest, Gwen was a little delighted.

It was at this point, as with another book we read this week, that I turned to June and said, "Should we stop? Are you too scared?"

With solemn large eyes, she responded the same we all do when we are scared during a movie or book.

"No, Mom, we have to see if it gets better. Keep going."

Better it did not get.

The wolf swallowed her whole. There were a few more pictures with Little Red sitting calmly in the wolf's belly, probably contemplating why she thought a hood with a cape was a good idea anyway. Cult chic couture?

The book ended with this picture:

So you can see the woodsman and assume he is approaching, although there are no words on this page. And it is the very last page and picture. No picture of Little Red being saved or even the wolf getting hacked to death (which one would expect after that whole head-in-Wolf's-mouth gruesomeness. So I just kind of made up some words to make it resolve a little better, with the girls wondering aloud what I was reading if there were no words.

Sweet dreams, kids.

I should have just blown this up to poster size and hung it up on the ceiling above their beds. That would have comforted them.

And here's June being completely unsatisfied with Harris' ability (or lack thereof) to roll a ball back and forth with her.

We've actually been enjoying a little extra morning time before church this year. I normally only like going to the earliest schedule, but we have decided to read a talk or two before church. I don't know why everyone has to be on the same couch for it, sans Dan, who gets to sit on a chair all by himself. The things I'm jealous of these days.

There's that floral nightie again. Ruining marriages for centuries.

And now something to spice up the January-ness of this post. A top 10 list! Dan always says he does not understand my taste in movies. I hate a lot of cheesy things, but sometimes there is something cheesy I love. I am brutal in my critique of acting skills, but some people are just likeable despite their terrible skills. I hate things that are too intense but also things that are just frivolous. You have to make me laugh and cry. 

I guess the only way to classify my criteria is--I like what I like. Dan thinks I'm the hardest person to see a movie with. Ever.

So here are my Top 10 Underappreciated Movies. Not the best movies ever, but really good movies that don't get enough credit or discussion.

In no particular order:

1. A League of Their Own. (That scene with Marla and her dad at the beginning. Good night, nurse. Put me to bed. I'm crying so hard I have hives around my lips.)

2. Dan in Real Life. ("I'm going to focus all of my thoughts on your flaws.")

3. Meet Me in St. Louis. (If you haven't seen it, watch it. The Halloween sequence is soooo weird, but I honestly love every single minute of this movie. Best Judy Garland ever.)

4. Fiddler on the Roof. (I guess this one isn't really underappreciated as it won a ton of awards. But it's super old and nobody watches it anymore. I cry so hard every time we watch this that Dan always has to pause it because he can't hear over my sobbing.)

Okay, I couldn't come up with ten. But there are four really good movies. Please feel free to debate me on these in the comments. But you're wrong.

And some movies that everyone else likes but I don't.

1. The Princess Bride. I guess you have to grow up watching it to appreciate it? Because I do not appreciate it. If I hear someone go into the "mawwage" dialogue one more time . . .

That's it. I just had to get that off my chest.

Until next time.