Tonight myself, my fiancee, bestie and her boyfriend went to see the movie I have been following for over a year. To wait that long watching and waiting for clips had me on edge and impatient beyond belief. The 20 minute drive to the theater was taking forever. Finding a parking spot in the already packed lot was torture. The escalator seemed to be moving too slow. Finally we got our tickets and I didn’t wanna waste a second. We went into the huge theatre, got the four center seats on the highest row of seats and settled in. We got comfortable around 7:10 & the movie wasn’t starting until 7:20; let’s not forget the endless trailers. I was losing my mind.
FINALLY. IT BEGINS.
In the original “300”, King Leonidas takes his 300 warriors to defend against the Persians at the hot gates while his queen rallied for more support and soldiers to help. Sadly, it was too late and all were doomed. “300: Rise of an Empire” is not really a sequel, or even a prequel, but a movie about the events that occur parallel to the events of “300”.
This one follows the Athenians and happens on the sea. Themistokles is the main man and is just as fierce as King Leonidas. He proves to be a witty and strong leader as he waits for aid while trying to hold off the Persian naval fleet. The nemesis is a bad ass chick (name I can’t remember or probably wouldn’t be able to spell) and she is probably more vicious than Xerxes. The entire movie was.. slow moving. Literally, the slow motion action was taken to another level - an unnecessary level. Without the slow mo the one hour and forty seven minutes would have been a half hour… just sayin’.
The naval fights were visually stunning but at one point I had to ask the hubbs what the !@#$ was going on and who was who. The fighting was overly grotesque, bloody and many people just bled out from missing limbs we were exposed to seeing in detail (I mean really, did we need to see that arm squirt all that blood after being chopped off in slow mo?). There was a weird sex scene that began as an attempted treaty between Themistokles and miss badass turning into an uncomfortable contortion of movement. It ended with funny results as he turns her down and this sets the stage for the final fight.
King Leonidas’s wife - queen of Sparta - is one of the best characters of the whole movie and is the voice throughout. As miss badass and Themistokles have a final stand off, the queen and the warriors of Sparta show up. This is the final say that the Persians have no chance of winning now.
What are my final thoughts? With all the waiting and anticipation, I was let down… I’m saddened by this. “300” is one of, if not my all time, favorite movies. I was ready to go in there and be blown away. I wasn’t. I caught myself yawning. I wondered what was happening at times. I was more interested in the bag of sour gummies in my purse than some scenes. I would give it a 6/10 - and that’s only because I’m still a loyal fan otherwise it would be much lower for the poor directing, story line and forgettable performances and characters.
In honor of Thursday, here are some of my throwbacks!
I love mysteries - but I love mysteries with an eerie twist even more. This one is from February 2013 and I have no idea how I’m just hearing about it just now but better late than never. I first stumbled upon this story by accident. I was perusing around tumblr, youtube and facebook from boredom when I had an ad with this story attached to it. Come to find out, it was pretty popular just over a year ago and still goes unsolved. This would explain my lack of knowledge concerning it as a year ago we were moving into and renovating our new house. Not much else was on our minds besides the tasks at hand. Here’s the story of Elisa Lam.
Elisa Lam was a 21 year old student from Vancouver and was traveling to San Diego. She stopped at the Cecil Hotel and her family didn’t hear from her for a long time so they filed a missing person’s report. The guests staying at the hotel began to report and complain about their water being a strange color and having a weird smell. The hotel employees went to check the water tanks located on the roof of the hotel and found Elisa Lam’s naked body. It was concluded that she had been drowned and her body was in the tank for 19 days.
While we hear about suicides all the time, as this was deemed a suicide by the L.A. Coroner’s office, this one certainly has stuck out and claimed fame even now being picked up by Sony Pictures for a future motion picture named “The Bringing”. Why does this one stand out from the rest?
First, I would need to emphasize the surveillance video that shows Elisa’s last moments alive above. She was known to have mental disorders but the video can be interpreted in many ways. Some have said she is clearly speaking to someone; but who? Was the tape tampered with as we the audience see no second party but Elisa appears to be interacting with someone; or something. She hits all the buttons yet the elevator does not close the entire 4 minutes of the video until she leaves. She is seen hiding from someone and seems distressed. What makes this video chilling? Maybe it is the lack of sound because surely is there were audio we wouldn’t be speculating. We could hear what is going on or who she is talking to. It sends chills up my spine knowing this is the last footage of a young woman before her death just moments later. Yes, this story struck a chord with me.
Some arguments suggest that she was under the influence of drugs or alcohol. Autopsy reports confirm there was none in her system. She was found naked in the tank, where are her clothes? They were never found. Also, if she committed suicide, who closed the lid on the tank after the act? It’s been reported that the tanks themselves are in a highly secured area with alarms. They didn’t go off as she made her way to them. Hmm?
Could the Cecil Hotel’s dark history be a part of the incident? “Part of its sordid history, involves two serial killers, Richard Ramirez and Jack Unterweger.
Now on death row, Ramirez, labeled “the Nightstalker”, was living at the Cecil Hotel in 1985, in a top floor room. He was charged 14 dollars a night. In a building filled with transients, he remained unnoticed as he stalked and killed his 13 female victims. Richard Schave, said “He was dumping his bloody clothes in the Dumpster, at the end of his evening and returned via the back entrance.”
Jack Unterweger, was a journalist covering crime in Los Angeles for an Austrian magazine in 1991. “We believe he was living at the Cecil Hotel in homage to Ramirez,” Schave said.
He is blamed with killing three prostitutes in Los Angeles, while being a guest at the Cecil.
In the 50’s and 60’s the Cecil was known as a place that people would go to jump out of one of the hotel’s windows to commit suicide.
Helen Gurnee, in her 50s, leaped from a seventh floor window, landing on the Cecil Hotel marquee, on October 22, 1954.
Julia Moore jumped from her eighth floor room window, on February 11, 1962.
Pauline Otton, 27, jumped from a ninth floor window after an argument with her estranged husband, on October 12, 1962. Otton landed on George Gianinni, 65, who was walking on the side walk, 90 feet below. Both were killed instantly.
There was also a murder of one of the residents. “Pigeon Goldie” Osgood, a retired telephone operator, known for protecting and feeding pigeons in a nearby park, was found dead in his ransacked room on June 4, 1964. He had been stabbed, strangled, and raped. The crime still remains unsolved” - Las Vegas Guardian Express, Elisa Lam, Morbid History Of Two Serial Killers Unfolds At Cecil Hotel.
Here’s to seven out of a lifetime of anniversaries #Blessed
It’s crazy to think that today, 7 years ago, I met the man that would change my life. He made a bigger impact on me than I would ever give credit for back then. I was a freedom loving VERY young 21 year old. I had no reason or belief to settle down with one man as I saw it as a prison sentence. Why would anyone want to be tied down; especially at my age?! I drank and partied almost daily never thinking outside of my own selfish needs.
One random day I found myself more careless than ever and left a stable job because I wanted more freedom from a JOB. Who would want to sit at a desk all day and work when everyone could be out doing something fun with their life - it made no sense to me. That fateful day turned into the most important one.
Have you ever thought, “what if this, or that, happened instead of what actually happened”? I do this all the time; especially when it came to this particular moment. What if I hadn’t quit my job? What if we did choose the gas station I wanted to go to instead of hers? What if I really didn’t want to know him instead of playing hard to get? Then I think, I definitely wouldn’t be where I am now. I wouldn’t have my gorgeous home, my beautiful family or the blessings being here brought me. So why would I ever look back or wonder “What if?”
7 years have gone by and I don’t think I would have made it as far as I have without my better half. He brings me back to reality when I daydream, calms me down when I’m upset and steps it up when I want to crawl into a corner and hide from my problems. He is my stone, my heart, my life, my everything. We have been through some tribulations and have always come back stronger and closer than before. Our life was burned to the ground in front of our eyes then a year later we fought through a flood to get away from disaster. We’ve been lost - together- and found our way through the darkness - together. Would I change a thing?
To answer this question I would need to think of everything that would also change. Would I give back the good times amidst the bad? Would I give back the smiles the kids have warmed my heart with alongside the times they made me feel like tearing out my hair? Could I live without my soul mate and the beautiful life he’s made for me?
No. I would not change a thing. I would not want to be without him. I have never wanted to marry someone more. I could not ask for a man that was more thoughtful of my needs as I am to his. We give and take; then we take and give back. I continue to give him my heart as I will forever gratefully receive his.
My man crush Monday #JamieDornan
This week has certainly been a rollercoaster of emotions! In the beginning of the week we received bad news, in the middle of the week we were still dealing with it but things we stable. By today I was so exhausted emotionally by the stress and physically from the new workout routine I’ve taken on that if I had just one more thing to deal with I felt like I would explode.
I also forgot to mention Monday we decided that the wedding would be postponed. The initial date would have been the end of August but with the crazy amount of people confirmed coming we knew we would need A LOT more time and money to accommodate. We prefer to have a beautiful and perfect wedding than one we had to settle for because of the time and money crunch. It was an easier decision than I expected leaving me to think I knew this was the right choice. We had the right budget for a small ceremony but with the guest list veering closer to 100 we had to push back the date to either late spring or early summer (:
Today the (future)hubbs went out to run errands and I actually got a chance to sleep in! It felt SO nice to sleep uninterrupted. I woke up to a quiet house around 10 taking my sweet time to get up. I didn’t realize how much sleep I’ve been missing from this week alone trying to juggle work, school, kids and just life. When your life is filled to the max of so many things that constantly need your attention you forget that you need to take care of yourself and have some ME time.
I got a text from my wonderful fiancee simply saying “good morning beautiful. I love you”. This made me smile. I got up and was even more enlightened to find a CLEAN house. Before he left he swept the floor, cleaned the dishes, took all the laundry downstairs and made the living room look like it belonged in an interior design magazine. I am one lucky woman.
He was gone for a couple hours and then finally called me. He stopped at the grocery store and got everything we needed. I didn’t need to write out a list?? I was curious what he’d bring home lol. I was sure shocked when he did pull up the driveway. He came in with more than a few bags and as I went through the day’s pickings (lol) I couldn’t believe he DID get everything we needed! He didn’t need me to get a list, and a backup list, together. He begins to tell me that after this past week he wanted to keep anymore stress off my shoulders as much as possible.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him… sexy AND thoughtful. He gets a call and its his friend that he’s been helping fix up his new house. I was a little let down knowing we wouldn’t be spending time together with a day off ahead of us. He gave me a million sweet kisses and tore himself from me.
I always keep myself busy when I know I have a whole house to myself. I began my workout and time flew by. After an hour I was sweaty and sore from the exercise but knew if I got a shower right away I would only get lazy and not want to do anything else. I found some house work and mildly pretended to make a difference to the already immaculate house.
I get a call from my better half much sooner than I thought I would saying he was on his way home and he had a surprise for me. My exact response was, “a surprise? What’d you do?!” LOL. I got a shower and got dressed in my favorite outfit to relax in - black tights, pink tank with a black fitted hoody over it. I grabbed my favorite book - city of bones - and patiently waited.
About ten minutes later I heard our car coming up the driveway. Geez he must’ve been racing to get home! The dogs go crazy all over again and I hear him rushing to get up the stairs. “Close your eyes!” was the only thing I heard so I faithfully shut them and waited.
He got me a BEAUTIFUL bouquet of mixed flowers from the deepest reds to the brightest whites. I was touched. The reason? He missed me the four hours he was forced to leave me on a day we could have spent together just us two. Just because he wanted to. Just because he loved me. Just because.
After this week of lows and highs… I look at my little family - one perfect husband, three wonderful and unique kids, two crazy dogs, one cat that thinks he’s a dog and a hamster that doeant give a crap - and think “Things are looking up”.
In the end he always knows how to remind my heart where it will always belong
Teaching him how to have big muscles, too
As most of you know, I have been with my future husband almost 7 years - March 5 - so it isn’t a surprise that we have occasional bickerments. They range from a smart comment to a full on screaming match. Without those fights a couple wouldn’t appreciate the good times. Today was one of those days.
I love my fiancee with all my heart. From the day I met him to this very moment of staring at him while he sleeps he is a reminder to me what true love is. My first impression of him was that he wasn’t my type which was good because my friend liked him and tried to get close to him. He wasn’t having it. I have always been attracted to curly hair, dark eyes and an out going personality. The first time we hung out as his friend hung out with my friend he was shy and almost stand offish. Light brown hair was cut short and hazel eyes glanced nervously at me. I was not used to a man not throwing himself at me. That may have been the trick.
Almost seven years later I think I may be in love more with him than I ever have been. Today we found out some disastrous news that would affect us financially and threaten our stability. Shock was the first thing that ran through my body. I HATE not knowing what’s coming next. I hate waiting even more. With this situation we needed to wait to find out answers and whether it would be minutes or days, it was all hell for me.
My fiancee saw me withdraw from the situation and he knew all the signs of me beginning to break down. I stopped talking, easily irritable and finally locking myself in my room. He jumped on everything to fix what could be repaired. If it couldn’t be solved right away he made the right calls to get the ball rolling so at least we would have answers. I hid in my bed, under the covers and tried to imagine myself…not here dealing with this. I pictured it all being a dream and my fiancee was just making calls in booking our fabulous hotel for our honeymoon. It wasn’t enough and I knew I couldn’t hide. I got out from under the covers. I sat up. I cried. What would happen to us? How were we going to take care of our kids?
As I wallowed in my misery, my fiancee was making more moves than I imagined. He got answers and he knew how to fix it. The bad part? It would take up to 6 weeks to fix :| we already waited 3 weeks on the edge of our seats and were let down. Now another 6 weeks. *sigh* My fiancee held me and reminded me that while it was going to be a longer wait - it was still happening.
I saw the anguish dance across his face as he looked at me. I never cry. I don’t let me emotional guard down. I don’t even remember telling him throughout our relationship if I felt anything but “ok” more than a hand full of times. I’m uncomfortable letting my feelings out. I know this is a weakness of mine since he’s an open book to me to bridge that gap. Another area that is a gaping hole is that he hates reading - I express more through writing. Ironic, huh?
Back to the story before I get too sidetracked.. after he saw my blood shot eyes and tissues from where I was blowing my nose he knew I was beyond the point of trying to comfort. No words were needed. He left me alone knowing there was probably a good chance of me shutting completely down if hassled to talk about a subject so uncomfortable to me - my feelings.
I layed in bed for over an hour. I knew things would be okay yet I needed that recovery time. Yes it would be a longer wait but things were still going to be okay.. my heart stopped racing, my head stopped hurting and my eyes stopped crying. My mental really affected my physical as I felt my body also recovering from the shock. It was the strangest feeling to know I had not done anything strenuous yet my body felt as if I had put it through the ringer.
I finally put my “I’m fine” face on and went out to workout. The kids knew something was wrong because I don’t stay away from them when they come home from school but I had stayed in my room for almost an hour after they came home. They were kept occupied with the fiancee as he helped with homework, cooked dinner and played Xbox with them. I began to take the last of my frustrations out on the bike and zoned out.
Next thing I know I felt arms wrap around me and made me stop. He pulled me into his arms and held me. Knowing I was working out from anxiety he couldn’t let me keep going. Sweaty and gross - this man didn’t care. He said the sweetest things making me realize this man was always, and always will be, on his toes to make me happy. He went beyond to keep me from dealing with too much. He did everything so I didn’t stress. In the end, he told me HE was the lucky one.
Does he know how wrong he is? How lucky and grateful of a woman I am? I don’t think it’ll be too soon in the future that ill be able to verbalize my feelings to him and even today as he told me how he felt and held me, I couldn’t do anything but stare at him. Deep down, he knows. I am pudding around this perfect man. I am a pile of mush. He is my future husband. My soul mate.
I woke up today excited to start my healthy routine of exercise. I posted yesterday what everything I’ll be doing and I could barely contain myself just thinking of beginning.
The hubbs didn’t work today and I had my work finished so I knew I could take my time to get started. As the day drew on I found myself wanting to stay in my big comfy bed. How nice it is to have a day to relax and just lay around!
Eventually I got up and made myself something to eat still knowing whatever I ate would be more of a workout to lose. Afternoon slowly turned into evening as I began to dread beginning. What was the cause of my sudden change in attitude?? I was confused. I shouldn’t have waited so late in the day. Why didn’t I start this morning when I was up and energetic??
The kids came home and I smelled the delicious aroma of dinner beginning. What?! My goodness I was starting to think, “maybe ill start tomorrow?” I immediately got that out of my head knowing if I did that, I’d tell myself “ill wait until NEXT week”. I went into our bedroom and got into my workout clothes.
Black yoga pants, gray tank top and a pink hoodie. I walked out and watched my hubby’s eyes pop out of his head. I’m not a big girl and I would say I have the curves but I wouldn’t mind losing a few pounds and toning some places up. He loves my curves and has from the beginning begged me not to work out so much that I lose the ones he’s grown so attached to.
I got on the bike and started my cardio. 15 minutes later I felt a sweat drop from my forehead! My how times have changed since high school and my endless energy. More than a decade later my daily routine is mixed between cleaning the house, chasing our kids and juggling the thousands of errands needed to keep our household running.
As I continued riding I thought of my motivation. My wedding is 6 months away. My gorgeous future husband is just naturally toned or something and I hate and love him for it. He could eat an entire roast chicken, and he has, and not gain weight while keeping those perfect muscles toned. He also is constantly moving around whether it be at work or boredom strikes. Unlike me who enjoys relaxing after a long day of work and dealing with what craziness the kids have to throw at us. Before I knew it, my time on the bike came to an end and my legs were aching!
I did a few stretches before moving on to my next set of moves; sweat burning my eyes as I stayed determined not to stop. I did 50 squats much easier than I anticipated. They burned but not as much as I thought they would. 20 situps - simple. Mental note, tomorrow I put a mat down :| Last on the agenda, 10 push ups. 10?? That’s it?? These 60 days are going to be too EASY.
You ever watch someone ride those mechanical bulls and think “wuss. I could’ve lasted a lot longer”. Or see someone fall at doing something that looks way too easy and think “really? I could do that with my eyes shut!”. This was the case this time with me and ONE push up!
I got into position and went down. Easy. I went to push up and BAM I went back down! I was reminded I haven’t done a single push up since I was in school and in shape. I stayed determined and pushed through, shaky arms and all. I knew if I didn’t do them correctly there was zero point in doing them at all. Nose touched the ground and pushed until arms were fully extended. At the end of those 10 pushups, I was done.
How will these 60 days go? Only time will tell but my once hated squats are no match for my new nemesis the evil push up.
Gotta love Mondays..
Baby girl & I decided to begin tomorrow. Instead of 30 days ours will be 60 since we’ll be doing each day for two days. With these & the bike, progression on times on the bike will increase 5 minutes every two days. It’s time to kick it into high gear for the perfect wedding body!
Go Brandon Go Brandon Go!
This is definitely our life with these munchkins!