...and man does this look good!! The commercials give me the heebie jeebies, so imagine what the movie can do. Here's a trailer:
Apparently...these mirrors don't stop reflecting when the people looking in them leave. Isn't that creepy? I always wondered if the person looking back at me would ever do anything different if I looked away. I thought about videotaping myself in the mirror looking away and seeing if anything changed but I doubt it would. Then I'd be the nut in the bathroom with a videocamera.
Congratulations to Michael Phelps on winning eight gold medals! Eight...goodness...I'd be happy with one...seriously...I wouldn't even sell it if I won it. Not that I sell everything that is valuable to me. Just see my garage right? But man, what an effort. Here's the highlight:
But what is most impressive is that diet. Have ya heard about this? I'm sure you heard someone talking about it. Basically it's 500 calories an hour for every hour of the day. 12,000 for you D+ math majors. Now I'm not about to try to even attempt that. I don't even know what my high is for something like that. But if I ever thought it was impressive I will be thinking again. Phelps ate fried egg sandwiches, pasta, a pizza, pancakes, waffles, energy drinks, and topped it all off with an omelette and ham and cheese sandwiches. Everyday during the Olympics he consumed this. And yet, for some reason, he only has like four percent body fat. You think him swimming had something to do with that?
Emmy and Zach are spending the night with my mom tomorrow night, and Cari and I are going to Cheesecake Factory and then to a movie! She says she is going to make me go to a chick flick as punishment for me seeing Dark Knight without her. I recommended "House Bunny" because hey, a movie about a Playboy bunny can't be all bad right? The truth is, we haven't had a night to outselves in quite a while, and the kids miss their grandma a lot. So I would imagine everyone wins from this.
Emmy starts 2nd grade next Monday!! She got kind of tired of going to her daycare this summer but she doesn't really want to go back to school either. So I ask her what she wants to do. She says "I want to stay home by myself." What's scary is, i would probably trust her to hold down the fort if we were somehow incapacitated. And no, I don't mean we lost our heads. I don't worry a whole lot about her because she seems to know what is important in life and knows how to have fun without causing property damage. Zach...I worry about him a little more. If he doesn't get his way he turns on the scream and makes sure everyone can hear it. I don't remember Emmy doing that but maybe I have a selective memory. I do remember me and her going to Target one day. She picked up a book up and when she was done looking at it she dropped it on the floor. I asked her to pick it up and she just started walking away. I asked her again to no avail. So, to borrow a page from Dr Phil, I went over to her, took her hand, and we left. And we did not do anything else that day. And would ya believe, it never happened again. Are girls easier to raise then boys? The answer's gotta be yes. I know they're smarter then us, I get that. Zach seems to revel in pissing us off. He really does. And that's a boy thing. I did the same thing when I was his age. But I was a little more concerned with what might happen if I crossed the line. I know he's right around the corner to really exploring his intelligence. Right now he acts like he's one move ahead of us. But nary concern: being a former boy myself (some might say I still am), I'm aware of what he's thinking and what he thinks he can get away with. But he will know his limits. This...I vow. Now someone make me a fried egg sandwich.
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