Julie and Julia

Today we watched the movie Julie and Julia. Has anyone seen it? It is about 1 hour too long, but was actually very entertaining to me. It gave me the desire to cook more french cuisines, and to also keep my blog more updated. She made it look so fun. Ha. I haven't been doing it much, because I just don't really see how people could be interested in my boring day to day activities. Even though I seem to love reading about theirs... So why not.

Hm... Where to start. I will tell you a story that I think was funny, but those I tell never seem to agree with me. But Geoff was there, so at least he agrees. We have been staying at Geoff's parents house since Christmas Eve, to bask in the joy of family. It has been really fun, and I have learned a lot of interesting quirks about each of the members in his family. ...I was also able to get some much needed laundry done, which was also a plus... WELL anyways, we are sleeping in the spare room in the basement, where the deep freeze is also habitating. Christmas Day night I was insanely tired from waking up at a ridiculously early time in the morning (Geoffs family are early risers... not me), and drained from the excitement of a family dinner full of 50 people or more. So I was pretty excited to go to bed when midnight rolled around. That deep freeze had been known to make extremely loud banging noises, about 4 in row, but had never really bothered us before that night. I must have been having a scary dream or something, because at about 1am the deep freeze went into its typical exploding, which half woke me up in a frenzy. I continued to yell at Geoff, because he was on the wrong side of the bed (which he wasn't), until I was able to wake myself enough to realize the yelling was unnecessary. Not long after, the deep freeze made its angry noises again. It sent me into a fear I have not felt in a long time. I made Geoff get up to turn on the light, and investigate the noise (even though I full well knew where it was coming from, and had heard it before), while following with a waterfall of tears. The worst part is that the deep freeze continued to make these noises off and on for the next 20 minutes. And each time, it seemed that it knew I was beginning to calm down, and would make the intrepid noises that would send fear into me once again. Each time I would start bawling uncontrollably. Haha... What a night. I have no idea how the deep freeze was able to make me cry so much... Which is why I have to believe that I was also having a scary dream. Because, I would never cry so easy normally. .............. It's a good thing I have a husband who loves me, to put up with my unnecessary crying all the time.

But I feel like its fair. One time Geoff was sleeping, and karate chopped me. Yep, that's right. He even did the "hiya", and proceeded to hit me with the edge of his hand. He was having a dream he was a ninja. It was hard to believe I got karate chopped in the middle of the night, but the bruise was there to prove it. So in my head, he owes me years of comforting when I'm crying in the middle of the night. Getting out of bed to look on the balcony (because for some reason awhile ago I thought someone had climbed up 4 flights, and got onto our balcony... It was just the wind), or holding me as I bawl, because the deep freeze is going to attack... ....Right?