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Life’s Little Awesomes: Going to a movie by yourself

It happened by accident the first time.

Years ago back while I was in high school, I was staying after class to finish up an art project but had late-night plans later on to meet up with some friends at the downtown movie theater. I grew up in a very small town in Wisconsin so when I say “downtown” I mean, “down the street, up a block and a left at the Perkins.” I figured I’d catch a lift with my parents (only the super cool kids did that) to the theater, watch the latest Freddie Prince Jr. romcom with my pals, and then squeeze into my best friend Jenna’s car (she had just gotten her license and was the envy, and designated chauffeur, of the gang.)

Well, I got there late due to my mom’s snail-like tendencies on the road, and the theater was already dark with hypnotic Fruitopia commercials playing as I walked in. I had no choice but to walk around whisper-yelling for a few minutes before eventually giving up and settling into a cozy seat at the back, figuring I’d find my friends after the show.


After the cheesy (but oh so charming) relationship clichés and dating hijinks faded into happily ever afters (She’s All That is still one of my all-time favorite chick-flicks!), and the scrolling credits illuminated the screen, my friends were still no where to be seen. I almost was tempted to invent a wireless telephone of some sort to send them electronic letters on the spot, but the network infrastructure just wasn’t ready. So I bundled up and walked home before sorting out the mixed up plans the next day.

Sure, it felt a bit strange sitting alone at the  back of the movies for the first time, but you know what? It was actually pretty darn enjoyable too.

1. Dress down for Chinatown. When you’re chilling at home under your Strawberry Shortcake blanket, you can relax in old sweats and classy bedhead, but when you’re on the town it’s time to squeeze into tight denim and well-coiffed hairdos. When you hit the multiplex solo, you can fight the fashion police in your maroon nylon jumpsuit and tank top, sans the worries but with all the comfort in the world.

2. Bag the bucket. enjoy the whole bucket of popcorn and box of Milkduds to yourself without worrying about getting stuck with the oily kernels and burnt bits at the bottom of the bag.

3. Kick open the escape hatch. When you’re lugging your baby brother or sister to a Saturday afternoon cartoon or doing date night in a high-octane, shoot ’em up action flick, that escape hatch is bolted on tight. But if you’re watching a movie alone and aren’t digging the flick, you can just bail and see something else without the guilt. Freedom is always nearby.

4. Squeeze into center seats. You know when you’re looking for seats in a crowded theater and there never seems to be any twos or threes in the best spots? Well, god news friends! There’s usually a single seat wedged in there somewhere! If you’re late, Hakuna Matata! Forget the front row neck killer seats and get into the game!

5. Invest in yourself. Because there’s something sweet about getting quality You Time. Sure, we’re social creatures by nature who love dinner parties, basement hangouts and constant texting…but it’s also good unplugging your braina nd escaping into distant fantasy worlds on your own. No talking, no whispering and plenty of armrests mean you can enjoy the solo trip.


Going out to the movies by yourself is about growing up, growing older and growing more comfortable in your own skin. It fills you with the freedom of just being yourself and letting everything else just slip away for 2 hours…


Recipe For a Very Splendid Spring

Hey guys!

As you all know, the official first day of spring (aka the Spring Equinox) was this past Wednesday. Spring has probably got to be my second favorite season (after summer). Coming from a Wisconsin gal, the beckoning months of March, April and May lead to massive snow meltage…and often times massive snow falls–I remember many a time when the flurries were a flyin’ on my birthday (April 18). I also remember a couple of years when there were tornado outbreaks on that very same day. Craziness! It’s safe to say that, especially when a cheesehead, you’ve got to expect the unexpected when it comes to mother nature during this transitional time; running the full gamut is not an anomaly. You gotta love [to hate]the unpredictability of WI weather for surely.

Along with the warmer temps that spring time brings comes so much more–the flowers and trees begin to bloom, permeating a delicious sweet scent and adding color once again to our nature’s coloring book. Baby animals are being born, baseball season is just a run of the bases away, the shorts, t-shirts, and flip-flops are brought out of storage and everyone just seems to be in a much better mood…and how can you not be when the sun is shining and you’re rocking your new sundress that you got on sale at Target (seriously, they have some wicked-good sales going on now–check them out!)?

I thought it would be fun to share with you my recipe for my imperfectly perfect (because there is no such thing as perfect, sillies) splendid spring. So…without further ado…

Here is the recipe for MY SPLENDID SPRING:


2 Cups of Brewers baseball games

3/4 cup Sunshine

3 tablespoons of walks with Mr. Thunder

A dash of Sweet Peep Sushi

2 Handfuls of rocking new jams like this…

and this…

2 teaspoons of do-your-nails-funky

1-stick of 30 SPF (especially if you are like me and tend to sport a lovely shade of lobster-red just by thinking of the sun)

A splash of adventure (like this)

A sprinkle of late-night star-gazing

Pumbaa: Hey, Timon, ever wonder what those sparkly dots are up there?
Timon: Pumbaa, I don't wonder; I know.
Pumbaa: Oh. What are they?
Timon: They're fireflies. Fireflies that, uh... got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing.
Pumbaa: Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.
Timon: Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas.

One heaping scoop of best-friend time

And an unlimited amount of laughter

Instructions: (Sporting your dorkiest apron of course), mix all ingredients together, dig in, and ENJOY!

Question of the day? What are you most excited about this spring? What is your recipe?

10 Things I Hate About Me

1. I HATE that I still sleep with my childhood ‘blankie’. Every night. Linus isn’t the only one who finds comfort in a holey, worn-out, soft and fluffy 24 year old piece of fabric.

2. I HATE that I always keep a bag of Peanut M&M’s on my bedside table, just in case the midnight munchies decide to sneak-attack me and I need a quick chocolate fix. I HATE that sometimes, I wake up looking like Picasso went crazy with a paint brush on my leg, a byproduct of accidentally dropping a chocolately candy piece or two in bed, shmooshed and melted goodness. I HATE that I find said shmooshed and melted Peanut M&M in the morning. And eat it.

3. I HATE that I keep…a spoon in my purse? You never know when you run into an IICS: an irrisistable ice cream situation.

4. I HATE that my wardrobe basically consists of Brewer apparel, sweatshirts, t-shirts, and tennis shoes.

5. I HATE that the one and only Kozmo Kramer is one of my heros. I HATE that he is the last person I see before I go to bed and the first person a see when I hit the snooze button, I mean wake up, in the morning (his beautiful mug is hung on my bedroom wall.)

6. I HATE that I wore mismatched socks all day today. And yesterday. Just because I was too lazy to find the correct pairings. I HATE that I just realized that most of my socks are holey. Great for going to church in though. I HATE that that was probably the corniest joke of all time 😉

7. I HATE that one of my favorite things in the whole wide world to eat is this. I HATE that waiters/waitresses don’t bat an eyelash when I order this off of the coloring book page of a kids’ menu (aren’t those the best though?! What a way to pass the time before your food arrives!) because they think I am still 12.

8. I HATE that I can’t help but get a little faklempt EVERY TIME I watch this. Okay, a lot faklempt. I’m talking grab-the-tissues, snot-blowing, ugly-crying faklmept. It’s not pretty.

Or this.

Or this.

9. I HATE that I cannot, for the life of me, do a cartwheel.

10. I HATE that I love all of these things about me. I am NOT perfect. Not by a long shot. But you know what, that is quite all right. For it is in these imperfections that you find character, uniqueness, and personality. It is in these imperfections that you find you. So go ahead. Be silly. Be goofy. Laugh at yourself. Laugh at yourself for laughing at yourself. I promise it will be something you love to hate to do!

Question of the Day: What are some of the things you love to hate about yourself?

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