Monsters Inc.

Mike: Can I borrow your odorant?

Sulley: Yeah, I got, uh, Smelly Garbage or Old Dumpster.

Mike: You got, uh, Low Tide?

Sulley: No.

Mike: How about Wet Dog?

Sulley: Yep. Stink it up.

12/26/2021-Update: Isn’t it super fun when the creative minds at Pixar make a movie?  I like this exchange because of the way things are opposite for the Monsters. Wanting odorant, and a scent that is disgusting. I love it. We got a disgusting game this Christmas. It’s call Bean Boozled. The description says: a fun game for adventurous candy eaters. The company that makes it is Jelly Belly, jelly beans. There are two jelly beans that look almost identical, but one is an icky flavor and the other is a good flavor like: Juicy Pear or Booger, Strawberry Banana Smoothy or Dead Fish, Birthday Cake or Dirty Dishwater, Pomegranate or Old Bandage, etc. You spin the spinner, and eat the jelly bean it landed on. The Grandkids were having so much fun with this! We took the game up to our oldest grandkids, on our visit to see what they got for Christmas, and to offer them the game to keep. Adrian looked at me, then the game and said, “No way, you keep it!” Hahaha. They ended up keeping the game, but it was because their dad, our grown son, wanted it! Now, that’s funny!

Out of Africa

Karen: “If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?”

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What a beautiful movie. I admire Karen and her strength and determination.

She was a strong woman.

It is a different perspective to think about how the world sees you. How you have left a place. When I think of the lives of people I love who have left, I believe they have left a song. A song that helps us and gives us hope and reminds us of our relationship with that person and how our love for them and their love for us is forever. The memory of them. The experiences we shared or read or heard about.

I hope when I’m gone that I’m not forgotten. That my family remembers my best, most fun self. I know they might remember my sad times, or the times when life was overwhelming me, but if they do, I hope they also remember me trying my best to move on and forward. I hope they remember that I am joyful, silly, forgetful, not forgetful, and that I did my best, that I love them so much.

Out of Africa-It’s a ten tissue movie! But I love it!

Anne of Green Gables

Marilla: Have you said your prayers?

Anne: I never say prayers.

Marilla: Haven’t you been taught to say your prayers?

Anne: Mrs. Hammond told me God made my hair red on purpose, I’ve never cared for him since.

Marilla: Well, while you’re under my roof you will say your prayers.

What a cute story. I love Anne (with an “E”)!!

                                       Rusty Duritz: So, I’m forty, I’m not married,                                            I don’t fly jets, and I don’t have a dog? I grow up to be a loser.

What a cute show!!

Awakenings!

“What we do know is that, as the chemical window is closed, another awakening took place; the human spirit is more powerful than any drug and THAT is what needs to be nourished: with work, play, friendship, family. THESE are the things that matter. This is what we’d forgotten. The simplest things.”-Dr. Sayer

Narrator: Old Skip was 11, and feeble with arthritis, but he never lost that old devilish look in his eye. He made my room his own. Came across an old photo of him not long ago. His little face, with the long snout sniffing at something in the air. His tail was straight out and pointing. Eyes were flashing in some momentary excitement. He always loved to be rubbed on the back of his neck. And when I did it, he’d yawn, and he’d stretch, reach out to me with his paws as if he was trying to embrace me. I recieved a trans-atlantic call one day. “Skip died”, Daddy said. He and my mama wrapped him in my baseball jacket. They buried him out under the elm tree, they said. That wasn’t totally true. For he really lay buried in my heart. 

Doctor Marcia Fieldstone: People who truly loved once are far more likely to love again. Sam, do you think there’s someone out there you could love as much as your wife? 

Sam Baldwin: Well, Dr. Marcia Fieldstone, that’s hard to imagine. 

Doctor Marcia Fieldstone: What are you going to do? 

Sam Baldwin: Well, I’m gonna get out of bed every morning… breathe in and out all day long. Then, after a while I won’t have to remind myself to get out of bed every morning and breathe in and out… and, then after a while, I won’t have to think about how I had it great and perfect for a while. 

Doctor Marcia Fieldstone: Tell me what was so special about your wife? 

Sam Baldwin: Well, how long is your program? Well, it was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together… and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home… only to no home I’d ever known… I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like… magic.