New Bible Study

Six week study starts this week. We'll meet at the church on Wednesday mornings.

Childcare, too!! I'm so excited!!!

Random, Mindless Post

Something funny about the Mister that I just thought of.

This really is random.

I *love* Little House on the Prairie. Love it. I watch episodes of it on the Hallmark Channel all of the time. It also comes on Nick. I think. Anyhoo - - The Mister loves to mess with me by messing up Almanzo's name. Remember him?

I used to crush on him *BIG TIME* when I was in junior high. I think I secretly wanted my first real kiss to be with him. I was so jealous of Laura. She was so lucky. Ugh. I digress.

The Mister messes his name up. He calls him Alfonso. Just to jack with me.

I just thought that was funny.

Oh - - Manny. *swoon* I think I still love you a little.

Saturday

Nothing real exciting so far.

I did a little cleaning this morning. That always takes me to a happy place when it's done. I love a nice, clean, picked up house. *smile*

Hey, ask the Mister about his new found love for Gain. Uh-huh. It isn't just me. He is singing the praises now, too. (He used it to soak the car mats. He is cleaning up both of our other cars to sell.) Anyway - - he's digging the way it took out some tar and stuff. Rock on, Gain.

Hey Donna - - speaking of love for the green... We need to get together sometime next week. I'll hook you up with your prize. You lucky thang...

Okay. Brief. I need to hit the shower so I can shave my legs. Pool time tonight.

Enjoy the rest of your Saturday. And - - your time with the Father in the House on Sunday. Oh yeah...

And the winner is...

Congratulations ScrapbookD!! You were were the 20th comment on the RAK post and the first official winner of my RAK give-away. You guessed the prize, too! Part of it. It's a Gain Lovefest. Detergent and Fabric Softener. (I guess you'll make it a priority to see me now, huh? Tee hee hee!)

Thank you all for playing. It was fun. You never know when I'll do it again...

Happy Stalking!!

Smooches all around...

Pic of my new ride...

Here are the boys showing it off.

That top screen is a navigation system. It also doubles as a camera screen. There is a camera on the back bumper. When I put the van in reverse, a view from the camera pops up there on the screen. Now the mister said I have absolutely *zero* excuse for closing the back bumper in the garage door. (Whoopsie!! I did that with the Camry once.)

Cool, huh?

Grease

The local theater is doing Grease. I think I've told several people that I'd love to go. Who all did I say that to? I still want to go and we need to get tickets ASAP!! Who is in?

Can't sleep.

Our little trip to the E.R. tonight has me a little wired. I'm trying to avoid going into the kitchen and totally noshing on the totally fawesome pico de gallo I made tonight. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.

So - - I shall instead tell you about a new love in my life. It is XM radio. Oh my heavens. Where has my life been before this? An entire station dedicated to 80's music? One to 90's? Fox News all the time? And during Basketball season, if a game isn't on television, I'll bet it's on XM. Seriously folks. I. am. in. love. *deep, loving sigh* It's like my whole world just makes sense now.

Dang it, that wasn't long enough. I'm getting me some stinkin' pico and chips and I'm gonna watch a little Will and Grace. By golly. I deserve it. Don't I? I can taste it already. Yummy. jealous? You should be. It's fabulous!!!!

I'm out now.

Buenas noches, mis amigas.

There's a new sheriff in town...

...and his name is Justin. Why sheriff? The sheriff of suck.

I won't show you his before pictures. Blood makes some people squeamish. Besides, we didn't get photographs of most of the blood anyway. By the time we were able to snap a few pictures, it was down to a very slow trickle. This is in the E.R. around 10:00. The two pieces of tape are covering the two gashes on his forehead. They were pretty deep. No stitches though. Just some dermabond. The orange/yellow looking stuff is more glue to help hold the tape which is covering the two spots.

They bribed him with a Popsicle. It worked. He was quite the trooper. Not a tear one during his treatment. (Several tears before hand though. It sure broke this Mommy's heart.)

I'll bet he had quite a headache though. He is in bed and asleep. No concussion.

That E.R. doctor and nurse at Shannon rocked. I'm just sayin'.

The score:

Justin: 0

Fireplace: 1

The *BIG* news!!

I am now the proud owner of a minivan. That's right. We bit the bullet and bought it yesterday.

Let me first say that ten years ago, heck, five years ago, I swore up and down that I'd never own a minivan. Let me eat those words big time. Right now.

That sucker is freaking awesome, man. It is fawesome. My sister made fun of me. Maybe because she is still in a leased two door that she can't get out of (coughcoughdorkcoughcough). She says she would never drive one either. Good for you then. I'm rocking on with my minivan bad self. This thing is featured to the hilt and I am LOVING it!!

I'll take some pics tonight and post 'em later. Then - - oh, oh. Maybe a naming contest. We'll name my new car!! Let's finish the current contest. Then we'll do that one. K? Remember, you have the rest of today and all of tomorrow. Post a comment under the RAK entry for it to count! You can comment here, too. But it doesn't count toward the contest.

Can I get a "rock on" for my '08 Honda Odyssey?

Yeah, baby!!

RAK Time!!!

Do you know what RAK means? It stands for Random Act of Kindness. I'm in the mood to give something away. I'm going to give you stalkers three days to post comments to this entry. It only counts on this entry. Post as many comments as you want. I don't care. The deal is - - you have to sign your name. (Each time.) Ha *ha.*

On Friday morning, I'm going to use a number generator to draw for a winner. What will you get? Who knows? But won't it be fun trying? Out of town? Go ahead. Play, too. I can use snail mail to send you the prize. What should you comment about? I don't know. Wherever the wind blows you. Have fun with it. Tell me your favorite color. Tell me about your first kiss. Talk about how in love you are with your children. Tell me about how blessed you are by God. Tell a joke. Just keep it clean. (Remember, my parents read this stuff.)

Don't forget to sign your name. First name and last initial will be fine. Do you dare let me know that you are reading my little tidbits?

Now come on. Who wants to have some fun? Are you just saying that you want to have fun or do you *really* want to have some fun?

Go.

My Male Nurse

He. Smelled. Nice.


So good. I looked forward to every time he came in my room. I was so scared that I would say something stupid. I have the tendency to just "run off at the mouth" anyway. Add some drugs to that and *presto*. You have some shameful flirting. I was careful not to do that. I kept telling myself to crank up the filter. Be hyper aware. Don't embarrass yourself.


I finally couldn't take it anymore. He smelled so stinkin' good. I wanted to get some of whatever he had for the Mister. So I asked him what he was wearing. I told him that I was sorry for asking, and please don't think I'm flirting. (He was wearing a wedding ring, too.) He kind of grinned, turned a little red and then told me that it wasn't cologne at all. He said his wife washes his clothes in Gain. Aha!!!! I knew I loved it!!


So, the next time you think I'm on crack for loving Gain - - think again. That stuff rocks my world. It just smells so good. So, so clean. Even he said that he gets compliments all of the time.


Take a look at my washer and drier:




Isn't this a fabulous site? They now make the Gain "he" in the convenient dispenser bottles. So I snapped up two bottles of it. More liquid fabric softener and another box of sheets.




Ain't life grand?


Now go. Go buy some Gain. Be happy and smell good.

So where have I been?

I'm glad you asked. I've been busy fulfilling my duties as mayor of Suckville. That's right friends and neighbors. It seems I bought a one way ticket to the Land Of Suck and I couldn't find the ticket booth to purchase a ticket out. So - - I hitched a ride. I hope. As if the migraine on Thursday wasn't enough... Friday was decent. Except for the hangover that *always* follows a migraine. It's the medicine I have to get that helps knock me out to help me "sleep the migraine off." It stays in my system a good 24 hours. Easily. So I was groggy all day Friday. (And my patience ran pretty thin. Sorry, boys!!)

Luckily I snapped out of it in time to scrap. (Insert the Church Lady from SNL saying snarkily - - "How Convenient!") I always love scrapping. And I got to scrap with my church peeps. Mucho good times there. I actually got two pages done and started a third. (For those that don't know me, that's incredible. I visit a lot and usually get little done. So this was quite the feat.

Saturday started out okay - - but went downhill fast. It really sucked for H. (Pray for her - - would ya?) Her hand, a big rock and the front end of my dad's tractor did not make for a good combination. Let's just say that after some surgery on Saturday evening - - we hope she is on the mend. Seriously - - please pray for her. We love her a lot and want her to heal. (Love, love, love you H!!)

Later that evening, I was watching the Olympic gymnastic trials and watching my boys do somersaults in the living room when an all too familiar pain struck. I started watching the clock (as if I was timing contractions.) I finally bit the bullet and told the Mister. That's right. I got stoned. Again. It was about 9:30 when my Dad picked me up to take me to the E.R. We figured taking the boys there was just not an option. (Thanks, Dad!) He dropped me off. No sense waiting there with me. I was there, hooked up to an I.V. (fluids and drugs) until around 2:30 a.m. That's when R came and got me. She was my hero. I had called and asked her before Dad even dropped me off. She was one of my (many) friends who chewed my butt out for not calling last time. She said she was happy to do it. And I am so very grateful to have friends who would do this for me. So - - Thanks, R. Really, really, thanks. (I wonder if she ever thought it would be 2:30 in the morning though. She still would have done it!!)

Today, it's been about passing stones. Two of them. Good times. I'm feeling much better now. I'm about to fold some laundry.

Someone remind me tomorrow to tell you about my experience with the male E.R. nurse. It's a funny story. I'd tell you now, but this post is entirely too long and I doubt many of you are still reading anyway. Besides, why not have a little something to look forward to?

Ciao!

Total Time Waster - - But so much fun!!!

Thanks, Pam!!

74 words

Speedtest

The reason for my delay today...

I got a shot this afternoon. I'm a little loopy. I'm headed back to bed now.

Please tell me when the lambs will stop screaming....

Wow - - No hints necessary!!!

You all know me a little too well now, don't you?

Here's what it is. I combined my love for the following two products to make one Super Product!!!

I wanted this:

But I wanted it to smell like this:

So, I created my own with this:

I have safely used it to freshen up sofas, chairs, bedspreads, seatcovers and the fabric shower curtain. Now - - my whole house smells so fresh and clean. It makes me so, so, happy!!

You all had the right ingredient. But the first one who was right on about the correct use for it was "Maierhousehold." So - - she wins. I'll get your prize to you this weekend sometime!!! Thanks for playing everyone.

Who am I?

Who am I? What is my function in the Bray household? What am I comprised of? Do you know? Do you think you know? I think it's time for a little contest. I will give away something special to the winner who comes absolutely the closest to guessing what the contraption is and what is the liquid inside it. This ought to be fun. Come on you super sleuths out there. I know you want to solve this one. What is this? What could B actually be using it for? Let me know if you need a hint or two. Or twenty... *giggle*

Life. Is. Good.

My heart sings again.

So close!!

They are in Brownwood! Quick stop at Angie's parent's house. They will be here at 6:00. Let the fiesta begin then. Woo hoo!!!!

Hoping

I'm hoping they made their flight this morning out of JFK. They should land at DFW in one hour.

Someone please tell me *not* to look at the radar between now and then!!

Waiting...

Their flight from New York to DFW got cancelled. Ugh. I'm still hoping they will be in sometime tomorrow. I've waited this long, a few extra hours won't be that much different. I just hope the flights run smoothly tomorrow. You know, like on time.

Have I ever mentioned that I love my family?

Yeah - - I'm going to bed now.

Time for B's Movie Review

No Country For Old Men

Have you seen it? It won four Oscars. Best Motion Picture of the Year. It was listed under the "Thriller" genre. It had Tommy Lee Jones in it.

Are you at all familiar with a raspberry fart? That is my opinion of this movie. That is all I have to say about it. I won't waste anymore of my time typing about it. I wish I had the 122 minutes of my life back that I spent watching it.

*Me mumbling*

Best picture. Hmmmmph.

A word.

So. Yeah. The sermon today...

It was as if I was the only one sitting in the sanctuary and the Father was speaking directly to me. Wow. I love it when the Holy Spirit moves.

The subject? Forgiveness. "Forgiving Others - Overcoming Bondage"

Bondage. Who wants to be caught up in that? That's exactly where I have been.

Forgiving others. I can *so* do this. I really can. And - duh - it just never occurred to me to actually do it. It doesn't mean I have to forget. But it will change the way I remember it - - when I do.

"For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins." Matthew 6:14-15.

I was also reminded that others might need to forgive me. (Ouch.)

I have a whole new perspective on forgiveness. Offering it. Receiving it. Accepting it. Learning from it. Not letting it create bitterness. Bitterness was my bondage.

It felt so good to leave it at the altar today. To pray with a friend and leave it there. It feels good to be free.

What a beautiful Father's Day. My Heavenly Father, once again, showed me how much He loves me.

I am blessed.

VBS Catchy Tunes...

My two new favorite songs! The original artist is alright. However - - our band at church rocked the first one out MUCH better. It was awesome. I knew they were catchy when we were swimming in the pool the other day and Justin was singing lines from them. He doesn't sing. Oh happy day. Enjoy...

OH, Happy Day...



Take, take, take it all!!!

Oh Crap!

Wanna know what would totally make me crap my pants?

This:

This woman in Iowa took this photo from her front door. Hey Whacko - - have you heard of get to an inner room or basement of your home? This hardly qualifies. This isn't Oz and you aren't Dorothy. Moron. (Still a great shot though.)

Out of Control

Don't judge me.

Yes, this is the top of the washer and drier. The one's I swore would always stay clean. What has my life become? The good news is that this is all clean. It just needs folding. And hanging up. I just need to march my butt back there and have my way with that massive pile.

So - - for those of you that think I am this prissy perfect housewife who always keeps her house clean and shining - - take a look. This is one glimpse of the ugly that is going on around here right now. I need to take my house back. Tonight I fold. It's a start.

*gasp*

I blame 2nd graders at VBS. They've worn me out this week! *giggle* (They've really been a lot of fun. Such energy!)

But being somewhere at 8:00 (well, ummmm coughcough8:25coughcough) is not my forte.

So - - wish me luck on re-claiming my house.

I think I can, I think I can...

Exhausted.

I've overdone it. To the point where my head is hurting. Not good. It's my own doing. I've stayed up too late and gotten up too early. And played really hard. At the end of Day Two of VBS - - I'm beat. So - - let the record reflect - - I am about to go to bed. No joke. Don't call. I won't talk. I'm about to hit the shower and call it a day. I think the final straw today was the pool. It was a blasty-blast. But too much.

I quit.

See you fans tomorrow.

Goodnight.

*yawn*

My butt!!!!

Dang you, Hershey.

My Moment of Insanity - - I'm lucky to be alive!

Meet Moe.

That's right. I brought a kitten home. I sort of (quite mistakenly I might add) thought the Mister was breaking on the whole "can I please have a new kitten" thing. I was wrong. He didn't think it was funny, nor cute, when I brought him home on Sunday. That's right. I said him. I got a boy this time. (Boys rock. They are much better snugglers and a lot less, umm, how do I say this nicely? Less - - okay, I'll say it. Boy cats just don't seem to have the attitude that girl cats do. You with me?)

Mr. B was *pissed off* at me. Understatement. Huge understatement. Now - - I think he is slowly digging him. He loves cats. He really loves kittens. He just said he doesn't want to be known as "those people with all the cats." I promised him that this was it and he wouldn't be inconvenienced. The girls are his. Moe is mine.

Why Moe? Did you happen to notice that huge "M" on his forehead? Look again. Isn't that adorable? And Moe - - well, he does act like a stooge. And now I can call Justin and Cameron by Larry and Curly. Heh. Me so funny.

He is so sweet. He already cuddles with me and he seems to have fit right in with our family.

*sigh*

I love him.

Busy, busy, busy!

Okay. Where to start?

Our trip to San Antonio was a blast! No. It was a blasty-blast. Sea World was great. It was overcast (oh yeah) and therefore, not quite as hot as it could have been. We walked in the gate just in time to catch the sea lion show. It was the best show of the day. Hands down. The Shamu show - - or as Justin called it, the Shampoo show - - was not so great. The Mister and I both gave it two thumbs down. The Shamu show has *always* been my favorite. I'd watch it over and over and over... Let's put it like this - - we bought season tickets for Sea World this year. When we go back, I won't be wasting my time attending the Shamu show. I was so disappointed. It was really lame. Nothing spectacular. The show in and of itself was just not as good as it has been in the past. There. I said it. (Okay, I still love Shamu. He still fascinates me. So much that I'm still going to show you a picture of him.)

There was much walking, for Daddy and I, and the boys rode in a rented double stroller. Justin rode a "big boy ride" Here is a picture of he and I on it. I can't believe he wanted to ride it. He is my dare-devil. (By the way, we are on the back row. I'm in the lime green shirt and he is right next to me. Look how little he looks in that big ride!! Also, note our death grips! Tee hee hee!!)

The best part of the day was going to the Lost Lagoon for the afternoon. The kids LOVED it! Who wouldn't? Great times. We will probably spend most of our time there when we go back. Less shows, more water park. Nothing wrong with that.

We were worn out and three of the four occupants of our car were asleep within 5 minutes of leaving the park. (Sorry, Mr. B!)

We went to Mr. B's parent's house. It was fun. We saw his sister and her family. We hadn't seen them in over a year and a half. I escaped for a bit and went into San Antonio for a smidge of shopping. We're talking Kohl's and a scrapbook store. Loved it.

We came home on Saturday and pretty much chilled on Sunday. Well, sort of. I had to go to church and decorate for VBS. From there, I went and did the un-thinkable.

I've decided I'm going to save the details of my moment of insanity for my next post. It deserves a post of it's own. So I'll abandon this one for now. It's been long enough anyway. See you in the next post!

Defensive Driving, part deux

Last night was no less mind numbing than the night before. The postcard that was sent out promoting this place said that burritos would be served for dinner. We'd had pizza the night before. Around 7:00 he announced that he was giving us a 15 minute break. Also, that the burritos were getting too expensive and we wouldn't be having any. Huh? It would have been nice to have known that the night before.

Without further ado, here are my notes throughout the night:

~ Don't mess with Texas - - I got to mention the website. I'm sure I upset a few people when they wondered if they'd been turned in before. And most likely by me. I hate littering.

~ Ha ha! The teeny bopper girls got sssshhh'd by the teacher. Fuh-nnnny!

~ He really does prefer to call on the ladies during the night. He appears to have a few faves, too. Eeeeewwww.

~ Ding, ding, ding! We have a one-upper. There is a woman in here who has experienced absolutely everything. She's been everywhere, knows every road, and almost been in every type of accident. *eyeroll*

~ Ahhhh. The Good Samaritan Law - - heh. Reminds me of the Seinfeld finale.

~ Did he just get all snarky and handslap us over our bad attitudes toward cops? Hello? We are all there because of them. I think a little entitlement for six hours is fine. Don't judge me.

~ Oh, he did NOT just go there about the running over small animals. Why yes, he did. Run right through them he said. Don't dodge them. Run right through them. If you *ever* run right through one of *my* animals... Hater.

~He sure makes lots of references about his '57 Chevy and his '73 Cutlas. Lots of them. I heard a story once about men and excessive car references. Just sayin'.

~ The oil is the life blood of my car. Oops! Husband - - you better stay more on top of that.

~ Neither do I need nor do I want another potty break. What I want is to take my freaking test and get the heck out of dodge. Let's press on. Potty break it is. Great. More time in this creepy room. Oh - - the coffee mugs I told you about. I brought my camera. What do you think? It's creepy, isn't it?

~ The test. Aaaaaccccckkkk. It wasn't hard. But I am still not a good test taker. I over-analyze. I choke under pressure. I hate taking tests. (I got a 90.)

~ The man said "folks" a lot. A LOT! I started counting from the moment I got there. I made hash marks on my paper. He said it 50 times in a three hour period. It was annoying. But - - it kept me alert.

Okay, that's all. I didn't learn a freakin' thing. I just learned that cops in this town like to pass judgement on us and they don't follow the rules themselves. I now set the cruise control on 30 or 35 on those streets where it's easy to go faster than that. When the cops pass me, I kind of smirk. Like - - you ain't getting me today. Go get some real criminals. Next time (perish the thought) I will do the online class.

And as if enough wasn't enough, I checked the mail on my way home.

A jury summons.

You've GOT to be kidding me.

Can I serve now?

I'll keep you posted.

The best Dad EVAH...

Look what new game came out today:

Daddy bought it at Best Buy when they opened. And he's such the daddy that rocks, he brought it home for Justin to play right away.

Justin's Indiana Jones Lego Review: Two Thumbs Up. Thank you, Daddy!!

B takes her blogging skills to Defensive Driving

That's right folks. Remember that ticket I got back in March? Well, my 90 days are drawing to a close. You know - - that whole procrastination thing. Saturdays just don't work for us, so I opted to take my Defensive Driving over two different nights. Part one was Monday night. I took notes through out the night. Not of the class information. More like observations of stuff going on in the class. And in my brain. It was a wild ride inside that brain of mine. Enjoy the show...

• ~Is that an actual functioning VCR?
• ~I have *never* taken pleasure in sitting on the front row of any class. Not getting there early bit me in the butt. (I just had to stop and get that tea from McAlister's.)
• ~Who talks this fast? I'm catching like 25% of what he is saying.
• ~I'll bet that chicken spaghetti I made for dinner is tasting pretty de-lish right about now. I wonder when the pizza is supposed to get here?
• ~Why yes! It *is* a functioning VCR. Complete with a low budget video straight from the early 80's and some bad acting.
• ~There are 25 people in here. Thank God I'm not the oldest. Lots of teeny-boppers. There are a couple of girls who think they are the shiz. Hooray for them. *eyeroll*
• ~Stupid Officer Ganz. Motorcycle cops - - blech.
• ~According to our little textbook, I am a middle aged driver. AAAAACCCKKK! 26 - 54 falls into that category. Nice.
• ~This DWI video is just as low budget and equally as lame as the earlier video.
• ~I have to pee. In order to do that, I have to get a key to the bathroom. I know - - Did I just slip back into a 1976 gas station bathroom? Will the key be on a Chrysler hubcap, too? No thanks, if they need a key for it, I don't need to be in there. I'll hold it. Or pee my pants.
• ~Hey Lady!!! You are *so* in my bubble. Scooch on over a bit, will ya? K - Thx.
• ~Instructor Dude - - We are not friends. I was your bank teller from way back when. Like in '92. Quit acting like we are buddies. Everyone here probably thinks we get together and play cards or something on the weekends. Eeeeewwww.
• ~The collection of the old cameras in here are kind of cool. My instructor is kind of a photog in his other life. However, the collection of plastic coffee thermoses - - creepy!
• ~Okay, okay. We get it. Don't drink and drive. This is the longest video ever. The longest, crappy video ever.
• ~I still have to pee. Badly.
• ~Oh, for the love of all that is pure and holy - - who is smacking their gum? WHO IS IT??? AAAAACCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!! Oh, the irony - - it's the bubble violator sitting next to me. Girlfriend has no idea what I do to smackers. Sister is about to lose her gum. And it ain't gonna be pretty.
• ~Dismissed? Really?

One more night. If I weren't sitting on the front row with the instructor chatting me up like we were BFF's for life, I'd take me some good reading in there with me. But alas, it's not in the cards for me. I am going to take a picture of those coffee mugs though. So weird.

Time for bed. This has been enough excitement for one day.

Be thankful for safer roads. I used my signal on the way home tonight. Now if our city cops would just follow some of their own rules...

B's Movie Review

It's the weekend. And no basketball. So guess what? My movie review is back!

Yes, I know. Huge sigh of relief on your part.

The sad thing is - - both movies have been out. For a while.

Saturday night the Mister and I watched Deja Vu with Denzel Washington. While not very realistic (How much of Hollywood is realistic?) it was very good. It pulled together quite nicely at the end. Very action packed. Val Kilmer was also in it. I'd been meaning to see it for quite some time, but never felt "the urge" to see it. So - - I wasn't disappointed by anything. No major let downs by high expectations. The B movie rating - - "A-."

Sunday night (tonight actually, even though this post will read like it's Monday - - yes, yes, it's late) I turned on P.S. I Love You. Okay. That guy was H.O.T. Both of them. Not Harry Connick, Jr. I thought he looked pretty crappy. I'm talking about the Irish guys. Dude. Rawr. It had a cute ending. Other than that - - the movie was downright DEPRESSING. Seriously depressing. All I want to do right now is go and snuggle with my man. But he's asleep and he snores. Also, Cam fell asleep in there tonight. I need to move him. Ugh. I digress. The movie. I think that I've wanted to see this one for so long and I expected SO much out of it that it really flopped for me. It made me work over a lot of "what ifs" in my head. "How would I feel? Would I cry for that long? What would I do? Wow - - The Mister would never even think to send me letters." That kind of stuff. Just left me in a funk and I don't like to be in a funk after movies. While I adore Hillary Swank and I totally felt her pain in this movie (perhaps a little too much), I can't give this one a must see recommendation. The B movie rating - - "B-."

Okay - - that is all.

Goodnight my dear stalkers. I mean fans.

Smooches all around.