Sometimes Movies Can Teach You Just How Lame You Are.

I think  learned a life lesson today.  Or something like that.  You be the judge.  (I know, another life lesson?  So soon?  To that, I say, you are never done learning, my friends.)


So, we went to see the movie The Crazies today, which, I'll be the first to admit has the lamest title in the history of movies titles, but it was good.  If you like gory suspense movies about populations getting "the sickness," or in this case, "the crazies," and the brave title characters have to try to survive, then you will like (or even love) this flick. The tipping point between like and love hinges upon your feelings for THIS MAN:



Timothy Olyphant.


He is also the Sheriff in Deadwood.   I'm sure he's been in plenty of other stuff too, but I didn't bother to look it up.  I'll give YOU the pleasure of googling him on your free time.


Also, maybe you should report back to me and let me know what he has been in.  Thanks.


Anyway, *I* think he is just lovely, so the movie rocked my socks.


Moving along.  I feel like there were plenty of lessons to be learned from this film.  You know, about avoiding contamination, surviving in apocalypse-type situations, and remembering the buddy system.  All worth the cost of a movie ticket.


But I was hung up on something totally different.  In the beginning of the film, we learn that the lead characters are pregnant.  One month pregnant, to be exact.  Then you get a peak into the nursery.  


Yeah, they already have a nursery.  And you know what else?  A crib.  And a mobile.  And one of those expensive gliders.  WALLPAPER.  Like, they looked all set to pop that kid out and start raising it.


You know what WE have to raise our baby that is scheduled to arrive in about 4-ish months?

Yeah.  THAT'S IT.  


But, to be fair, they are some stellar pieces.  I mean, a Beatles onesie?  Fantastic.  And if there is one book to read to the baby, Dr. Suess is a great choice.  And that sling.  It is ultimate AND organic.  So ... bonus.  And the princess onesie?  Well, if the baby is a girl, you better believe I will take a million pictures of her wearing this.  If it's a boy ... he might still have to wear it at some point.  I mean, we ONLY HAVE TWO OUTFITS FOR THE KID.  But I won't take any pictures.  I'm not TRYING to mess the kid up.  That will happen very naturally and in it's own good time.  No need to force it.


My friends have been asking me "what have you bought for the baby?" and "have you started decorating the nursery?" and I'm all, "Ummm ... I have a few months."  Then they get real quiet, and I'm pretty sure they are making a mental note to call CPS.  


When Jeremy saw this pile of baby things sitting out, I informed him that we were woefully unprepared to be parents, to which he replied, "Nah, I'm pretty sure this is the EXACT amount of things you need to raise a baby.  And what the hell makes this sling ORGANIC?"


But, I guess I have a horror flick to thank for kicking my ass into gear.  I better get a second job so I can start SHOPPING.  


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