I don't ever mind waking up in the middle of the night. I do it about three times a week. On these nights I usually fall asleep with no effort and then within thirty minutes I find myself wide awake. I then quietly meander my way downstairs to my own private party.
Sometimes I play on the computer - you can find messages and emails from me all hours of the night. Every once in a while I'll pick up a project that I started during the day. Much of the time I'll read for several hours. But I hardly ever turn on the TV. No reason, exactly. I think I just like the quiet.
But last night after finishing a book by Amy Sedaris, I found myself turning on the TV. My TV fate sealed when Bridget Jones's Diary was on Oxygen. Yippie!
I love this movie and watch it every time I see that it is on TV - which is about every other week. The Bridget Jones movie has the distinction of being one of the few movies I like over the book. That almost NEVER happens.
I could actually skip the whole movie except for my two favorite scenes. I adore the scene where Bridget is leaving a dinner party and Mark Darcy walks her to the door. After a lot of fumbling and what have you - Mark admits he like Bridget "just as she is." Perfect Pompous Jerk actually is a nice guy. Who knew?
The second scene is almost at the end of the movie after Bridget chases Mark in her underwear to find him buying her a new diary. (Really, if you've never seen this movie - put it in your NetFlix queue NOW!) They kiss. Bridget looks at Mark questioningly and says "Nice boys don't kiss like that." And the response "Oh, yes, they freaking do." Eeeeh! I want me some Mark Darcy.
I think I like this movie so much because I was a budding Bridget in my younger day. No self esteem, no fashion sense, overweight, made terrible choices in men, and boy did I like to drink. I had a good time, oh yes I did, but deep down I probably thought I'd end up eaten by cats alone in my apartment.
Somehow, I managed to catch the eye of a handsome straight laced Marine officer candidate. I don't know what he saw in me (see above list of attributes), but believe me when I say I thank God daily for whatever it was. Through the course of our relationship, I came to realize that he did like me "just as I was."
So, for you nay sayers - when you say good looking, honest, hard working men don't marry schlumpy, unfashionable beer drinkers - all I can say is "Oh, yes, they freaking do!"
Sometimes I play on the computer - you can find messages and emails from me all hours of the night. Every once in a while I'll pick up a project that I started during the day. Much of the time I'll read for several hours. But I hardly ever turn on the TV. No reason, exactly. I think I just like the quiet.
But last night after finishing a book by Amy Sedaris, I found myself turning on the TV. My TV fate sealed when Bridget Jones's Diary was on Oxygen. Yippie!
I love this movie and watch it every time I see that it is on TV - which is about every other week. The Bridget Jones movie has the distinction of being one of the few movies I like over the book. That almost NEVER happens.
I could actually skip the whole movie except for my two favorite scenes. I adore the scene where Bridget is leaving a dinner party and Mark Darcy walks her to the door. After a lot of fumbling and what have you - Mark admits he like Bridget "just as she is." Perfect Pompous Jerk actually is a nice guy. Who knew?
The second scene is almost at the end of the movie after Bridget chases Mark in her underwear to find him buying her a new diary. (Really, if you've never seen this movie - put it in your NetFlix queue NOW!) They kiss. Bridget looks at Mark questioningly and says "Nice boys don't kiss like that." And the response "Oh, yes, they freaking do." Eeeeh! I want me some Mark Darcy.
I think I like this movie so much because I was a budding Bridget in my younger day. No self esteem, no fashion sense, overweight, made terrible choices in men, and boy did I like to drink. I had a good time, oh yes I did, but deep down I probably thought I'd end up eaten by cats alone in my apartment.
Somehow, I managed to catch the eye of a handsome straight laced Marine officer candidate. I don't know what he saw in me (see above list of attributes), but believe me when I say I thank God daily for whatever it was. Through the course of our relationship, I came to realize that he did like me "just as I was."
So, for you nay sayers - when you say good looking, honest, hard working men don't marry schlumpy, unfashionable beer drinkers - all I can say is "Oh, yes, they freaking do!"
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