Movie Review The Girl Next Door 2007

I am not a professional movie critic. I am not a movie maker. I am a mother of seven and I enjoy watching movies in my spare time. This movie was so real and disturbing, I had to pause it a few times. I told myself I couldn't stand to watch it but something kept urging me to finish. It was a powerful believable movie. I think the fact that is was set in the fifties made it even more disturbing. The fifties are a time in history that we think of as being wholesome and the atrocities that occurred in the movie cause a clash with this notion. I am sure that things like this and even much worst occurred then although nobody talked about it. This movie made me cringe, made me cry, made me think about being vulnerable and small and without control, where adults act like vicious children and children like animals. This is one my all time favorites.

The Sick House

I took Lyle Jr to the doctors. He didn't have an ear infection or strep throat just the fluid in his chest. He's on an antibiotic and the fever has subsided. Now, everyone is the house is coughing, Scotty and Lyle threw up last night, my ears hurt and I have gunk in my chest. My knee pain is still trumping everything else and I go and have an MRI on Sunday. All of this has culminated into the fact that I have had to take an occurrence at work and have been gone for three days. We don't have traditional sick time at my work. Anytime that you call in sick, while it might be paid, is considered and occurrence and is held against you. This is my first one. After two in a rolling twelve month period you can be terminated. The bad thing about all of this is that it started on Christmas Eve night when all the doctor's offices were closed and just when I was supposed to return to work the day after Christmas is when I have had to take sick time. Looks like I was just trying to get an extended vacation, I'm sure. Being cooped up with sick children, while being sick myself isn't my idea of vacation but oh well. Some things are out of my control. If I were to return to work today and then find myself or my children too sick and I had to leave then I would get a second occurrence, better to stretch the first one out a bit. This sucks it's the same kind of thing that gives working mother's a bad name. Why couldn't I be independently wealthy or own my own business or something? Well, this time I decided to make my sick children and myself more important than my job.

Sick At Christmas

This year Christmas lived up to the excitement. It was a very nice Christmas at my house and the kids managed not to fight...too much. We got up at 5 am in the morning to open presents because by that time each one of the kids had tried to get up at least three times. Lyle slept on the couch to make sure that we didn't miss out on experiencing the initial excitement of Christmas by keeping the early birds out of the presents. Lyle Jr keeping with his tradition of getting sick on Christmas got started running a high fever the night of Christmas Eve. The child who is never sick manages to be sick once a year on Christmas. I got him an appointment to see the doctor today. It has been non stop children's motrin and tylenol to keep the fever down. I'm sure he has an ear infection and his cold has settled in his chest. I have a sore throat so maybe he through some strep throat into the mix too. Anyways, Christmas went well and only one person got hurt. I wasn't thinking clearly and got the Chrissy, Gabe, and Isaac a pair of spinners. They are kind of like Heeleys but more like skates on a tennis shoe. They were trying them out in the house which was pretty comical but then instead of landing on her cushioned rear end my daughter decided to land on her head and get a nice goose egg. Immediately, the spinners were removed, placed in my room, where they will remain until I buy some helmets. I hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas.

It's Been Awhile

So it's been a couple of weeks since I have blogged. I went to the doctor today and I have lost 11 pounds. I wish it would have been 20 or 30 but 11 is good I guess I can deal with that. I am eating between 800-1100 calories a day, I need to exercise more or something. But it's not that hard for me to eat less it's actually convenient to mix up a protein shake and be done with it all. I will eat Christmas dinner but just smaller portions. I'm burned out at my job. It isn't really my job, it's the fact that I have been doing customer service for over 11 years and I am tired of being nice. I am tired of nasty mean people or people that take their problems out on others. I have always considered myself a people person but not anymore. Not like this. I want to go back to school and be a nurse. I know that you still have to deal with people and sometimes they don't appreciate you and they may even be mean and nasty but then I would feel like I am making some kind of difference. Or some days I feel like I could swear off people all together, become a hermit, be alone, but I think it's just the burn out talking. I am tired of being a doormat to preserve professionalism, I am tired of being called a fucking cunt and then being required to say, "I'm sorry that you feel that way, is there anything else I can assist you with?" in a pleasant voice. The only thing that gets me through is that not every single person I talk to is a complete ass. Most of them are pretty pleasant and some of them make me laugh, some of them flirt, some of them won't stop talking, and some give me things to think about. 75% of me wants to be a nurse and on bad days the other 25% of me wants to be an accountant or computer programmer and cut myself off from everyone. But the human body interest me, people interest me, but I am tired of being a doormat.