Awww...

In case you ever wondered how easy it is to make me cry when it comes to animals, this is what made me tear up this morning:

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So I'm lame. I know.

I hope I'm not...

So I just got done watching the movie "Taken" with Liam Neeson. Whoa. Brooke, Don't watch this movie. You'll never want to travel and you don't like violence all that much, and this movie is pretty much death after knockout after death. That being said, if you still want to see it, stop reading.

Basically this guy is some ex-government agent whose daughter gets kidnapped in Paris for the Albanian sex trade, and he goes after her. Needless to say, his training helps him out a little (probably wouldn't be a movie if they didn't), but what really got me is how realistic the movie was in terms of feelings. The dialogue wasn't all that great and really--who gets away with causing a 12 car pile-up nd killing a bunch of people at a construction site with absolutely no police involvement? But this guy wasn't messing around when it came to his daughter. He hit to kill, none of this punching around, rapid gunfire stuff. Sure, that was a part of it, but he mostly got down and dirty getting the guys who took his daughter. My dad always said that he didn't mind going to jail if someone hurt me. That's how this guy was. I kinda had to giggle when I watched this because I could imagine my dad in one of the car chases driving in the front seat and Ray in the back yelling at him to go faster. I mean, my dad's a big guy and Ray's a black belt. I'm pretty sure they could take care of anyone who messed with me (or anyone in my famiy, for that matter. So if you want to see a really awesome action movie with randomly touching father-daughter moments, watch "Taken." Just be prepared to cringe. A lot.

And now I'm going to bake some brownies. Goodnight.

I have a pet!

Well, not really. Here's the story. Ray was outside on our patio on the phone, pacing around (because he can't talk on the phone and sit still), when he saw a leafy twig poking out of our grill. When he opened it, he saw a nest! He was about to reach for it when he saw noticed two beady little eyes peering out at him. He didn't know if it was a bird or not, so when I got home, of course I investigated. It was a mouse! Being the animal lover I am, I sat there staring at it and talking to it, but thinking about it now, I'm sure I was just some big predator squawking at it, ready to eat my find, so... it ran. Towards our open back door.Ray jumped in front of it and it ran to our bushes. When he went to move the grate from the grill, we noticed there were three little babies in the nest! So little, so cute. Ray wanted to leave them, but I couldn't just let them die in our grill. So I made him move the grate to our bushes, so at least if the momma found them they could scamper away. And I know she found them because it rained last night and we looked at the nest and there were more leaves over it. And I can't stop checking on them! Ray thinks that now they'll infest our house, but we'll see. They're just so cute!

Thoughts for the week

1. If you buy a brand new Land Rover with a snorkle for the engine on it, please take a hammer and some sandpaper to it to make it look like you would be in situations to need a snorkle.

2. People really do pay attention to you in your car. Lesson learned after dancing to Kelly Clarkson and having a van full of frat boys laugh at me.

3. I really do have absolutely no idea what it's like to deal wth babies. Ray's sister is having a baby shower today and I was absolutely lost in the baby section at Target. Thank goodness for registries!

4. Along the same lines as using a baby registry, when you're buying people wedding presents, please use their registries. Almost seven months after our wedding, we still have about six picture frames that we have no place to put them.

5. My birthday is in two weeks, and I feel like I'm already there. For some reason, I really didn't like the number 22. 21 was fine, and I think I'm 23, but there was just something about 22. Hmmm.

6. Spring is no excuse to wear clothes that you shouldn't. Skinny or not. Please try not to look like a hoochie. P.S. Heels with short shorts kinda put you on the fast track to that one. Just sayin'.

7. I love May! Spring is the best.

8. I made fried chicken and gravy the other day and I did it without setting anything on fire, dropping anything, or creating havoc in the kitchen in any way, and it actually tasted really good! I'm finally getting to where I can cook pretty well.