I had a bit of an epiphany this past weekend. It may be a little late in coming, but there you have it. This realization came due to a few factors, which I will now list:
1. I just reread "The Wish," by Gail Carson Levine (she wrote "Ella Enchanted"). It's about an eighth-grade girl who is not only not popular, but is UNpopular. She suffers horrible embarrassment after an insensitive teacher reads her essay aloud, which involves her pretending to be a dog and sniffing other dogs bottoms. One day, she gives up her seat on the train to an old lady, and the old lady grants her a wish. Her wish is that she will be the most popular girl at her school. I think most 8th graders wish that at some point, but when you fit into the "unpopular" category, and have been referred to as a dog by the cutest boys in school, I think it's probably what's on your mind most of the time. Her wish is granted, and she gets everyone's attention. The point of the book was that the best friends you can have are the ones who love you for who you are.
2. I got some birthday money last week, and I immediately cashed the check and went straight to the store to get some new clothes. I think I probably tried on 20 shirts and 15 pairs of jeans, and left with 2 shirts that I really, truly felt good about. I went again a few days later and, again, tried on a gazillion things and found a skirt, a shirt and a pair of jeans that I was satisfied with. The next day was Sunday, so I wore one of my new shirts and my new skirt to church, expecting to be complimented and gushed over because my outfit was so cute. I sure felt like it was cute. By the end of church, not a single compliment had come my way and I left feeling like my outfit must have looked ridiculous.
3. I bought a new hat that is a little on the trendy side so I can wear it golfing and on bad hair days, but don't feel cool enough to wear it, so I've only worn it once in public. This is partly because I was told it didn't look quite right on me.
So, what was this great realization I had? I realized that I still care about being popular, and that it's ridiculous and MUST GO. While I was reading "The Wish" I thought back to how much I wanted to be popular in high school, even though I had an amazing group of friends that not only liked me for who I was, but inspired me to become better. I always loved those friends, and I still do, but a part of me really, truly wanted that cute football player to notice me and ask me to hang out with him and the cool kids. That was when I was young and stupid. But now I'm the ripe old age of 32. I spent my birthday money on clothes that made me feel great, but when I wore them in public I still hoped the cool kids would notice them and tell me how great they were. It's ridiculous to wear something for the express purpose of getting compliments, and then letting the result determine your self worth. Yet, I do that on a regular basis. I have great friends now, just like I did in high school. We share common interests, our kids get along, we enjoy each other's company, yet I still find myself getting dressed with the thought lurking, "What will so-and-so think of this outfit?" Even though so-and-so doesn't care. Even though so-and-so has spoken maybe 3 words to me in my time here.
So, what do I do now? I can get dressed with the thought, "How does this outfit make ME feel?" I can go to church to focus on things like how I can help others and what I can learn, and not "How do I look?" I can relish the great friends I have, and spend time with people who inspire me to be better, instead of leaving me feeling bad about myself. I can care more about what my husband and kids think than about virtual strangers. I can be my best self and love who I am. Remember that thing moms say, "If they don't like you then they don't deserve you." I don't think the "deserve" part is quite right, but maybe my attitude should be, "If they can't see past your quirks then you guys probably wouldn't have that much fun together anyway."
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Nothing but good dreams tonight (and maybe one involving being dressed as an egg)
As promised, here's my take on this week's episode of Project Runway (if it's sitting unwatched on your DVR, WAIT TO READ THIS!!!):
First of all, it's about time someone did some decent maternity evening wear! I mean, really. I could have used a ballgown when I was pregnant with Tyler. And a nice pair of super short shorts and a little sweater for trips to the store. In all seriousness, how awesome to make the designers sweat over a product that tends to get ignored in fashion. I loved how freaked out they all were, when really, they were designing "maternity" clothes for models that were still a size zero, but with a ginormous fake belly. Unless you're super lucky, your hips do NOT stay slim, your chesty business gets a bit on the bigger side, and everything tends to get a little swollen by the end. The designers just had to add a little extra fabric in the middle. But the sentiment was nice.
I think I knew Malvin was doomed the second he mentioned his concept of an egg in a nest as an outfit for a woman having twins. I figured he was being vague about his concept, and it would turn into a lovely brown and cream swirly cocktail dress. A woman expecting twins doesn't exactly want to have her enormous belly draped in white fabric while wearing skin tight black leggings. I did like the feathers, though.
Some other favorites: the bowling ball dress (listen to Tim Gunn!!!), Mitchell having a meltdown with the voluminous pants at the last minute (next week he's a goner for sure), the fact that Rebecca Romijn (is that spelled right?) looks like a normal pregnant lady, and she was a supermodel, and, of course, Tim Gunn. Always.
On another subject, if you're home alone and have mountains of laundry to fold, I would recommend watching Hairspray. Here are some reasons I am glad I watched it tonight: 1) John Travolta in drag in a fat suit, dancing and singing with Christopher Walken. 2) Super catchy music that insists that you at the very least do a shimmy or two. 3) Zac Efron is so cute! I admit, I have a little bit of a crush on him, which I know is totally inappropriate. It's kind of like my grandma having a thing for Hugh Jackman. But he's so sparkly and pretty! 4) The cast is loaded with super stars, like Queen Latifah and Michelle Pfeifer and Alison Janney (who I absolutely love! 5) Fabulous singing. Amazing, really. I love seeing James Marsden singing. He usually gets the shaft in his movies, but in this one he just gets to dance and sing and be sparkly and shiny. 6) There's nothing scary about it, which is good if you're me and have to be alone tonight and scare easily. Instead I'll be going to bed with visions of Zac Efron and John Travolta dancing in my head. Speaking of which, the piles of laundry are folded, the movie is over, and my eyes are growing heavy. Good night!
First of all, it's about time someone did some decent maternity evening wear! I mean, really. I could have used a ballgown when I was pregnant with Tyler. And a nice pair of super short shorts and a little sweater for trips to the store. In all seriousness, how awesome to make the designers sweat over a product that tends to get ignored in fashion. I loved how freaked out they all were, when really, they were designing "maternity" clothes for models that were still a size zero, but with a ginormous fake belly. Unless you're super lucky, your hips do NOT stay slim, your chesty business gets a bit on the bigger side, and everything tends to get a little swollen by the end. The designers just had to add a little extra fabric in the middle. But the sentiment was nice.
I think I knew Malvin was doomed the second he mentioned his concept of an egg in a nest as an outfit for a woman having twins. I figured he was being vague about his concept, and it would turn into a lovely brown and cream swirly cocktail dress. A woman expecting twins doesn't exactly want to have her enormous belly draped in white fabric while wearing skin tight black leggings. I did like the feathers, though.
Some other favorites: the bowling ball dress (listen to Tim Gunn!!!), Mitchell having a meltdown with the voluminous pants at the last minute (next week he's a goner for sure), the fact that Rebecca Romijn (is that spelled right?) looks like a normal pregnant lady, and she was a supermodel, and, of course, Tim Gunn. Always.
On another subject, if you're home alone and have mountains of laundry to fold, I would recommend watching Hairspray. Here are some reasons I am glad I watched it tonight: 1) John Travolta in drag in a fat suit, dancing and singing with Christopher Walken. 2) Super catchy music that insists that you at the very least do a shimmy or two. 3) Zac Efron is so cute! I admit, I have a little bit of a crush on him, which I know is totally inappropriate. It's kind of like my grandma having a thing for Hugh Jackman. But he's so sparkly and pretty! 4) The cast is loaded with super stars, like Queen Latifah and Michelle Pfeifer and Alison Janney (who I absolutely love! 5) Fabulous singing. Amazing, really. I love seeing James Marsden singing. He usually gets the shaft in his movies, but in this one he just gets to dance and sing and be sparkly and shiny. 6) There's nothing scary about it, which is good if you're me and have to be alone tonight and scare easily. Instead I'll be going to bed with visions of Zac Efron and John Travolta dancing in my head. Speaking of which, the piles of laundry are folded, the movie is over, and my eyes are growing heavy. Good night!
Monday, August 24, 2009
The Sane(-ish) Side of Fashion
You readers all know by now that I love America's Next Top Model. The things I love about it (the crazy photo shoots and the whole "what will Tyra do next" anticipation) keep me watching. The absurd amount of drama that takes place in the model's house, on the other hand, I do NOT love. It's just mean girls that don't know how to get along, fighting for an hour every Wednesday. But I watch anyway, because of the reasons I mentioned above. So when I heard all the buzz about Project Runway, I ignored it because I figured it would be like ANTM, only without the crazy. Boring. But, after seeing it mentioned a few times in both Rachel K. and Angela's blogs, I decided it was worth a try, since we seem to have the exact same taste in TV shows. I took advantage of the Project Runway season 4 marathon the Oxygen channel was having last week, and now I'm addicted for life.
Here are the reasons I like the show:
1. Tim Gunn Have you ever seen him interact with other people? He is a fantastic man. His title on the show is "Mentor." He takes that responsibility to heart, and makes everyone around him feel better about themselves. He gives gentle advice to the designers on how their horrible design could improve. (He's always right, by the way. The ones that ignore him get shredded by the judges for the very problems he's pointed out, while the ones that take his advice usually end up in the top 3.) I love it when he steps back from the design, puts his hand on his chin, and just clucks at it for a few seconds. He went on Biggest Loser for a few seasons and helped the contestants find a good look after losing all that weight. He has a gift for helping people look great and feel fabulous.
2. What Could They Possibly Come Up With Next? Now, I've only seen one season, but in that season, they managed to have the designers come up with appropriate clothing for WWE Divas (meaning, very scanty clothes that can be used in a wrestling match--not easy), Prom at a Catholic school, while dealing with the 17-year-old girls that have very strong opinions on the matter, wearable couture made from items chosen at the Hershey's store in Times Square (some of them were quite fabulous), and clothes made from old clothing chosen by women who had lost a lot of weight. One guy had to make everyday wear from a ginormous tacky wedding dress. I think that was his last day on the show. The element of crazy is there, but on a calmer level. And the crazy comes from the contestants while they are all together in a room, sewing like mad and trying to figure out how to get twizzlers to stick on a skirt. It's not the "I'm skinnier than you and my boyfriend is hotter, and who dumped out my Red Bulls" kind of drama. I think this is partly due to the fact that all the contestants are grown-ups.
3. The Sewing Angela, here is my tragic story. When I was 11, I was in 4H sewing. We were supposed to make an item of clothing for the fair. I decided to keep it simple and make an elastic-banded skirt. There is very little you can do to mess up something that has only 2 pieces to it. Somehow, I failed tragically. It was a combination of not being able to sew in a straight line on a machine and putting enough elastic in the waistband to fit a baby elephant. So I ended up with a crooked skirt that fell right off. Oh, and did I mention that we had to model these skirts? Yeah. So when I watch this show and see these people come up with a design, a pattern, and a perfectly sewn item with 24 hours of work total, it's a miracle. Especially when those items have multiple parts to them, or are made out of candy bar wrappers and rolos. Amazing!
4. The Calm Okay. I know I watch ANTM because of Tyra's crazy unpredictability, but I admit, it's refreshing to watch the judges be calm and rational. They sit in their directors chairs, marking their scorecards, and discuss with the designers what went wrong with their designs before they get the boot. Case in point: Rami from season 4 made beautiful dresses, but they were all the same kind of dresses. You could count on him to drape fabric in a Roman toga fashion, whether it be for Prom or for everyday wear. And so, when he did that for the 8th time, and it was coming down to his future at Fashion Week, they told him exactly why they weren't sure he deserved to be there. They were clear, and he took the advice and did an amazing collection for Fashion Week. (I actually liked it better than the winner's.) So there's something to be said for sanity.
As for this season, they are now in LA instead of New York. They had to come up with a red carpet look, whether it be for the VMAs or the Oscars. One poor designer had a complete meltdown, but ended up being a favorite at the end of the day. Another spent hours smocking a dress, and when his model showed up, the measurements she had given him were 6 inches off, and he was stuck with nothing but a collar. (It's nice to know that even models lie a little about their size.) He ended up sewing a piece of almost completely transparent fabric onto the collar, and then onto the model. So basically, she was naked. It was good for him that there was another designer that made a tiny spacesuit dress that was a little on the crazy side. Actually, it looked like something Miss J would wear, so maybe we'll see it in a few weeks when America's Next Short Top Model airs. That designer got the boot instead. I honestly can't remember their names yet. Give me a few weeks and I'll know them. But there you have it. My new favorite obsession.
Here are the reasons I like the show:
1. Tim Gunn Have you ever seen him interact with other people? He is a fantastic man. His title on the show is "Mentor." He takes that responsibility to heart, and makes everyone around him feel better about themselves. He gives gentle advice to the designers on how their horrible design could improve. (He's always right, by the way. The ones that ignore him get shredded by the judges for the very problems he's pointed out, while the ones that take his advice usually end up in the top 3.) I love it when he steps back from the design, puts his hand on his chin, and just clucks at it for a few seconds. He went on Biggest Loser for a few seasons and helped the contestants find a good look after losing all that weight. He has a gift for helping people look great and feel fabulous.
2. What Could They Possibly Come Up With Next? Now, I've only seen one season, but in that season, they managed to have the designers come up with appropriate clothing for WWE Divas (meaning, very scanty clothes that can be used in a wrestling match--not easy), Prom at a Catholic school, while dealing with the 17-year-old girls that have very strong opinions on the matter, wearable couture made from items chosen at the Hershey's store in Times Square (some of them were quite fabulous), and clothes made from old clothing chosen by women who had lost a lot of weight. One guy had to make everyday wear from a ginormous tacky wedding dress. I think that was his last day on the show. The element of crazy is there, but on a calmer level. And the crazy comes from the contestants while they are all together in a room, sewing like mad and trying to figure out how to get twizzlers to stick on a skirt. It's not the "I'm skinnier than you and my boyfriend is hotter, and who dumped out my Red Bulls" kind of drama. I think this is partly due to the fact that all the contestants are grown-ups.
3. The Sewing Angela, here is my tragic story. When I was 11, I was in 4H sewing. We were supposed to make an item of clothing for the fair. I decided to keep it simple and make an elastic-banded skirt. There is very little you can do to mess up something that has only 2 pieces to it. Somehow, I failed tragically. It was a combination of not being able to sew in a straight line on a machine and putting enough elastic in the waistband to fit a baby elephant. So I ended up with a crooked skirt that fell right off. Oh, and did I mention that we had to model these skirts? Yeah. So when I watch this show and see these people come up with a design, a pattern, and a perfectly sewn item with 24 hours of work total, it's a miracle. Especially when those items have multiple parts to them, or are made out of candy bar wrappers and rolos. Amazing!
4. The Calm Okay. I know I watch ANTM because of Tyra's crazy unpredictability, but I admit, it's refreshing to watch the judges be calm and rational. They sit in their directors chairs, marking their scorecards, and discuss with the designers what went wrong with their designs before they get the boot. Case in point: Rami from season 4 made beautiful dresses, but they were all the same kind of dresses. You could count on him to drape fabric in a Roman toga fashion, whether it be for Prom or for everyday wear. And so, when he did that for the 8th time, and it was coming down to his future at Fashion Week, they told him exactly why they weren't sure he deserved to be there. They were clear, and he took the advice and did an amazing collection for Fashion Week. (I actually liked it better than the winner's.) So there's something to be said for sanity.
As for this season, they are now in LA instead of New York. They had to come up with a red carpet look, whether it be for the VMAs or the Oscars. One poor designer had a complete meltdown, but ended up being a favorite at the end of the day. Another spent hours smocking a dress, and when his model showed up, the measurements she had given him were 6 inches off, and he was stuck with nothing but a collar. (It's nice to know that even models lie a little about their size.) He ended up sewing a piece of almost completely transparent fabric onto the collar, and then onto the model. So basically, she was naked. It was good for him that there was another designer that made a tiny spacesuit dress that was a little on the crazy side. Actually, it looked like something Miss J would wear, so maybe we'll see it in a few weeks when America's Next Short Top Model airs. That designer got the boot instead. I honestly can't remember their names yet. Give me a few weeks and I'll know them. But there you have it. My new favorite obsession.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Funky
I am in a bit of a blogging funk, if you haven't noticed. I'm in a bit of a regular funk as well. So I'm calling on you readers for topics. Is that pathetic or what?
For now, I'll just tell you a little bit about a book I just finished reading. "The Graveyard Book," by Neil Gaiman (author of "Stardust," "Coraline," and a bunch of others), is aimed at 12 to 16-year-olds. Maybe. I'm not sure. It was intriguing and a little creepy and captivated me so that I read it very quickly. (Plus, I had to read it fast because I needed to move onto "Warbreaker," by Brandon Sanderson, which is due soon and can't be renewed, due to the many holds on it.) Here's the rundown: A family is murdered, but the mysterious villain cannot locate the youngest child, who has slipped from his crib and wandered into the graveyard down the street. The bad guy is foiled from killing the baby, and the baby is given protection by the ghosts in the graveyard. It is a very unique story, which is refreshing, to be sure. There is a nice mix of humor and suspense, which kept me interested in what could have been a boring 100 pages. The boy experiences several little adventures, which were fun, but frustrated me a bit. I kept wondering when we would get back to the murder plot. Overall, though, it was an interesting read, and I would recommend it if you're looking for something a little strange and not overly deep for the weekend.
That's all I've got for today. Suggestions, please!
For now, I'll just tell you a little bit about a book I just finished reading. "The Graveyard Book," by Neil Gaiman (author of "Stardust," "Coraline," and a bunch of others), is aimed at 12 to 16-year-olds. Maybe. I'm not sure. It was intriguing and a little creepy and captivated me so that I read it very quickly. (Plus, I had to read it fast because I needed to move onto "Warbreaker," by Brandon Sanderson, which is due soon and can't be renewed, due to the many holds on it.) Here's the rundown: A family is murdered, but the mysterious villain cannot locate the youngest child, who has slipped from his crib and wandered into the graveyard down the street. The bad guy is foiled from killing the baby, and the baby is given protection by the ghosts in the graveyard. It is a very unique story, which is refreshing, to be sure. There is a nice mix of humor and suspense, which kept me interested in what could have been a boring 100 pages. The boy experiences several little adventures, which were fun, but frustrated me a bit. I kept wondering when we would get back to the murder plot. Overall, though, it was an interesting read, and I would recommend it if you're looking for something a little strange and not overly deep for the weekend.
That's all I've got for today. Suggestions, please!
Friday, August 14, 2009
The flowers revisited
Here's a follow-up to the flower rearranging we did in our garden. As I mentioned in the previous post, Tim hit a sprinkler pipe with the shovel, got a mouthful of mud, repaired the broken pipe, and covered up the repair with fresh new dirt, which was promptly dug into by someone's dog and pooped into. Well, yesterday morning there was a knock on my door, and when I opened it I noticed muddy water dripping from the porch roof and that mud was covering the sidewalk. My neighbor was at the door, informing me that a sudden geyser had gone off in the garden, and he had turned off our secondary water to prevent the entire neighborhood from being covered in mud and flooding. When I looked in the garden there was a large hole (if only I'd taken a picture) and an exposed pipe. The repair hadn't held, despite my husband's best effort (the parts were a little on the crappy side, I think), and the water pressure in the pipe had blown the mud above it to kingdom come. So Tim was faced with yet another repair. I figured that, since there would be more work being done in the garden, I would go buy some new plants to replace the ones that hadn't survived the move (all but 2 shriveled up the day after I moved them--oops), and I could dig and plant while he repaired. While I was planting the new flowers, it occured to me that there was a pile of doggy poopy somewhere in the garden, and I was probably going to end up with it on my gloves. But I never found it. Last night Tim found it on the sidewalk by the park strip, about 20 feet away from the garden. And that's what my garden thinks of being pooped on.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Sheesh
Saturday, my wonderful husband spent a good part of the day rearranging my flowerbed so that the gigantic mum would stop blocking all the water. He dug up the flowers, put them in a wheelbarrow with some dirt and water, removed a good portion of the crappy dirt they were living in (clay with just a hint of sand), and replaced it with a lovely mix of manure, peat moss and garden fertilizer. And he did all this after hitting a pipe with the shovel, getting a mouthful of muddy water, running to Home Depot to get repair parts, and repairing the gash in the pipe. What a trooper. The plants were replanted in better spots so that those cute little zinnias had just as much chance for a good life as the mammoth mum (I'll post a picture of the mum). They received lots of water and attention, and this morning I thought I'd go check on the pretty, newly arranged flowerbed, and came across a horriffic sight. Someone's EVIL dog had dug out one of my zinnias, tossed it to the side, and POOPED in the hole!!!! I know by the size of the poop that it wasn't the boxer next door, or the retriever on the other side. So who has been letting their little dog roam into my garden to ravage my newly transplanted flowers and despoil my perfect dirt??? I have nothing against dogs. I think they can be lovely pets that provide love and comfort and companionship and a good laugh. What I dislike is owners who let their dogs roam free when they have their own big yard to poop in. Shame on you!
Now, onto a better subject. I just made chocolate chip cookies. They are delicious, and I look forward to munching on them and having a fantastic evening. If you are having a bad day, come on over. There are plenty to go around.
Here is the mum last fall. It's about twice as tall now.
Now, onto a better subject. I just made chocolate chip cookies. They are delicious, and I look forward to munching on them and having a fantastic evening. If you are having a bad day, come on over. There are plenty to go around.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Not so grumpy today
Wow, I was in a bad mood when I posted last. Sorry. I had been in the car all day. So how about if I do a cheerful post today?
We just switched to DirecTV, because, as much as we loved Dish Network, they didn't offer the Mtn (that whole can of worms is for a day when I'm grumpy again). When we switched, they gave us a few months of the movie channels, and I've been doing a ton of recording. It has provided me with the opportunity to see a few movies I'd forgotten I liked. I came across "Stardust" a few weeks ago and was reminded what a fantastic movie it is.
Here's what I liked about it (I like lists):
Warning, spoiler alert.
1) The fact that the hottest guy in the movie (Rupert Everett) gets shoved out a window in the first 5 minutes of the movie, and spends the rest of the movie with his face smashed in.
2) The fact that one of the most beautiful women ever (Michelle Pfeifer) is an old hag that gets uglier every minute of the movie.
3) The ghost brothers with their gruesome fatal injuries (like the one with an axe in the head) that pop in and out of every scene and comment on what's happening in a jolly and good-natured manner.
4) Robert di Nero in drag, dancing the can-can.
5) The fight with the voodoo doll/dead prince and the evil hag. So funny.
6) The story lines that converge into a great and exciting conclusion. That's my favorite kind of movie. You know, the kind where you're wondering how it could possibly all work out, and then it does.
I read the book last week, and decided that, as fun as the book is, it's missing a lot of my favorite elements (no drag queen pirate captain, no Rupert Everett, no voodoo doll fight). Some books, as great as the story is, are better as movies. I feel the same way about "Sense and Sensibility" and "North and South." I'm not sure if it's because I saw the movie first and loved it, making the book doomed in my estimation, or if it's just that the actors and the way the screenplay was written exceeded the book. I do know that the movie version of "North and South" has Richard Armitage in it, and that's pretty much all you need to top the book. Plus the book is super wordy. "Stardust," the novel, wasn't nearly as funny as the movie. At the end of the book I didn't feel like the characters had gone on any kind of an adventure. The movie was action-packed and still managed to fit all the comedy in.
In conclusion, you really should watch this movie. No matter how annoyed you are, or tired, or grumpy, you'll feel better after you watch it. I think I'm going to watch it again tomorrow while I do laundry.
We just switched to DirecTV, because, as much as we loved Dish Network, they didn't offer the Mtn (that whole can of worms is for a day when I'm grumpy again). When we switched, they gave us a few months of the movie channels, and I've been doing a ton of recording. It has provided me with the opportunity to see a few movies I'd forgotten I liked. I came across "Stardust" a few weeks ago and was reminded what a fantastic movie it is.
Here's what I liked about it (I like lists):
Warning, spoiler alert.
1) The fact that the hottest guy in the movie (Rupert Everett) gets shoved out a window in the first 5 minutes of the movie, and spends the rest of the movie with his face smashed in.
2) The fact that one of the most beautiful women ever (Michelle Pfeifer) is an old hag that gets uglier every minute of the movie.
3) The ghost brothers with their gruesome fatal injuries (like the one with an axe in the head) that pop in and out of every scene and comment on what's happening in a jolly and good-natured manner.
4) Robert di Nero in drag, dancing the can-can.
5) The fight with the voodoo doll/dead prince and the evil hag. So funny.
6) The story lines that converge into a great and exciting conclusion. That's my favorite kind of movie. You know, the kind where you're wondering how it could possibly all work out, and then it does.
I read the book last week, and decided that, as fun as the book is, it's missing a lot of my favorite elements (no drag queen pirate captain, no Rupert Everett, no voodoo doll fight). Some books, as great as the story is, are better as movies. I feel the same way about "Sense and Sensibility" and "North and South." I'm not sure if it's because I saw the movie first and loved it, making the book doomed in my estimation, or if it's just that the actors and the way the screenplay was written exceeded the book. I do know that the movie version of "North and South" has Richard Armitage in it, and that's pretty much all you need to top the book. Plus the book is super wordy. "Stardust," the novel, wasn't nearly as funny as the movie. At the end of the book I didn't feel like the characters had gone on any kind of an adventure. The movie was action-packed and still managed to fit all the comedy in.
In conclusion, you really should watch this movie. No matter how annoyed you are, or tired, or grumpy, you'll feel better after you watch it. I think I'm going to watch it again tomorrow while I do laundry.
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