I’ve been struggling to find stuff to blog about lately. I read somewhere that you should write about your life experiences and the humor you find in them. Well, that’s kind of a problem. Since I work from home five days a week and my evenings are typically spent at home, passing out in front of the TV with an empty Diet Coke can in hand and Huff the Hubs next to me, hoarding the blankets.
When I first started this blog, I didn’t really want to be pigeon-holed into one particular kind of blog. I wanted to be able to have the freedom to explore and write about all kinds of things. Having said that, I’ve come to the conclusion that Mondays shall henceforth be known as: Mommy Mondays. I’m going to chronicle the ups, downs, dirty diapers, and stretch marks that accompany being a First-Time Mom. I’ll also discuss how my life has changed “P.C.” (post child) as compared to “B.C.” (before child)
You’ll laugh (hopefully), you’ll cry, you’ll pee a little because now that you’ve pushed a baby out, there’s not as much bladder control in Lady Town. Either way, you’ll get a dose of Huffman reality that will let you know that you are not the only one out there going through what you’re going through.
So, for the inaugural Mommy Monday, I wanted to talk to you about movies.
Before Huff the Babe was here, I was very picky about my movies. I did not like cheesy movies.
Basically if the movie posters looked like this:
I didn’t want to see it.
No offense to the filmmakers or folks that watch them, but I just couldn’t handle the Velveeta Factor. I don’t like Lifetime original movies and I cannot stand Hallmark Channel movies. The acting is horrible, the plot lines are ridiculous, and the dialogue drips with cheese. I seriously get a headache 20 minutes in because I keep doing this:
So when I saw Mom’s Night Out and actually ENJOYED it, I was surprised.
If you haven’t seen it, you should. Yes, its a tad cheesy, but its also really funny. The premise is: a bunch of God-fearing, church-volunteering mommas go out for a night of G-rated fun. Things go inevitably wrong and hilarity ensues.
Here’s the trailer:
See? I should’ve been eye-rolling and cringing the entire time, right? Before Child, yes. Post Child? Not so much.
I don’t know what it is, but now that I have a kid, I’m such a sucker for cheesy movies/shows/cards/commercials! Things that used to make me want to gag out of annoyance now make me say, “Oh my gosh, that has to be the sweetest thing in the world! Why haven’t I always watched this?!”
I’ll tell you why. Because a year and a half ago, I wasn’t dipped into a pool of insanely potent pregnancy/mommy hormones that made me cry when I saw that a flower had been run over in the middle of the road! (And yes, that ACTUALLY happened!)
I’m sure these hormones will even out someday and I’ll be back to my “media cheese”-free life. But until then, I’m going to grab a box of tissues and go watch Love’s Everlasting Courage.
What about you? Do you, like Pam Beesly-Halpert, watch Pulp Fiction differently now?
*I’m sure Fireproof is a great movie with a great message. I just can’t get passed the acting. I’m sorry; I’m one of those people. Even my great love for Mike Seaver could not blind my critical eye from the mountain of bad acting.