Thursday, July 28, 2011

Captain America

I have always loved superhero movies, despite being absolutely ignorant regarding the comic books. I loved Batman (until I decided the guy was just too darn grumpy for me) and then I loved Iron Man and then I loved Thor beyond all reason and then, I loved Captain America.

The movie is set in the 40's, knee-deep in World War II, complete with gritty American optimism, fantastic leather jackets, and bright red lipstick. Such a neglected era.

Chris Evans (who came out of nowhere) was truly awesome as Steve Rogers (aka Captain America). Although, seriously, "Steve"? Not a fan. Anyways.  He's dogged, compassionate, and self-sacrificial--a true hero. But he starts out computer-generated-imaged into painful scrawniness.

Enter awesome, honest, scientist with German accent. 

His procedure (kinda like steroids but... all at once) turns him into a "super-soldier". 

HOORAY! He's just as good-hearted, but much, much easier on the eyes.

This scene was probably my favorite: running barefoot through the streets of old New York city with newly-achieved muscles. And duking it out with Richard Armitage.

I loved the just plain war-hero element to him. Sure, he's a superhero, but he doesn't fly around with a cape. He runs around in the woods with a machine gun and dirty leather jacket and saves prisoners. 

* shiver * moment, for sure.

Thank you, Steve, for having such nice hair.

And a wonderful voice (reminds me of Josh Lucas), glorious clothing, and a fantastic nose and jaw (reminds me of Channing Tatum ♥)

Hayley Atwell was gorgeous and dignified as Peggy Carter. 

Their romance wasn't my favorite in the whole world (not like Thor and Jane ♥), but it was sweet and ultimately made me very emotional. If you've seen it--the sad scene is my other favorite scene. So beautiful and emotional and reminiscent of the beginning of Star Trek. 

By the way, if you haven't seen the new Star Trek because you're not a fan of Star-Trek-ishness (neither am I) or some of the offensive content (clearplay to the rescue) or Zachary Quinto (not gonna lie, he's terrifying) or Chris Pine (hold everything--you're crazy) please watch the first eleven minutes. (instant on Netflix!) Not only will you get to see Chris Hemsworth, pre-Thor, but the whole thing is gloriously, gut-wrenchingly tragic. 
(But don't watch it if you're violently opposed to labor scenes or extreme sadness).

Okay, I had to watch it again. Oh, man. Crying. So wonderful.

Anyways. *sniff *
Back to Captain America.

Tommy Lee Jones as Colonel Phillips was grumpy and insensitive and awesome and I loved him very much. He had so many great lines.

Hooray for Iron Man's dad! Dominic Cooper was dashing and cocky enough to pull off being Robert Downy Jr.'s father. But it's really sad to think he turned into that Walt Disney-esque man that's shown in Iron Man. Yikes.

The hat? I can't even talk about it. Why couldn't have kept the helmet!?

This, this was a good look.

I loved his loyal-to-the-death fighters.

And his crazy-awesome motorcycle.

Okay, more on the romance. You know how in movies there's always these opportune moments for hugging/kissing/revelations of feeling for each other? And they get ignored or interrupted? And then they finally kiss or talk about their feelings at the silliest, most inconvenient time? 

Yeah, well that happened. But I liked this part just the same. : ) Every girl wants to stop her guy, kiss him, and say "go get 'em". At least I do. 

However. Girls don't like to kiss men with weird skin-tight sorry-excuses-for-hats. My word.

It was a good movie. Go and see it and tell me what you think. Oh--be sure and stay past all of the end credits, because there is a shriek-worthy teaser trailer at the end. : )

Also, did anybody watch Thor since my post on it? What did you think?

Monday, July 25, 2011

you're going places

{giveaway winners!}

I loved your bucket lists--I read every single one. You are creative and joyful and excited about life and I love that. You inspired me and made me think and made me laugh. I can't wait to hear about your beautiful adventures. be sure to blog about them. : ) or comment. or email. or write me a note. "dear polka dot. today I rode a camel and it was everything I dreamed about." that kinda thing.

Thank you to everyone who linked up and entered, and to the absolutely awesome sponsors who who made it all possible. 

...and now for the winners...

Rasonda Lynn won the bucket list journal by laza flair

Whitney won the 11" by 17" print by happy deliveries

Ellen won the city print of your choice by bird ave

Josien won the hand-crafted leather journal by bound by hand
Chinky Girl Mel won the leather bracelet with platinum glass pearls by the lucky elephant

Emily Sacra won the 8" by 10" print by torn perspective


Sarah-Anne won the set of three 5" by 5" prints by susannah tucker photography 

Raquel won the sterling silver necklace by charming habits

Lindsey and Trini won the two 8" by 10" prints by lemon dropp (two winners)

Nela won the leather cuff bracelet by geek decree

Neva 'Dele won the pocket mirror by literary tease

Beth won the 11" by 14" print by iledan design studio (your choice of color)

SoOz won the vinyl wall decal by circle line studio

Charity won her choice of 8.5" by 11" print by enduring arts

congratulations, winners!
email me with your shipping info and your prizes will be on their way. 

p.s. my laptop, Eponine, crashed today. extensive surgery to follow... pray that she comes back to us. :[

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

some especially superb days of my life.

 I spent 12 days with my sister and her family. It was a lot of things, but mostly, so good.

They are some of my favorite people in the world, and staying with them was probably the only way I could keep from missing the rest of my family too violently while they were singing and witnessing and eating and being beautiful in Poland.

{by the way, quick warning: this is gonna be a picture-heavy post. and even though I've already done a couple posts about being at Johanna's house, (here and here), there's gonna be another one. I do apologize. : ) }

My soul sister, Beka, lives just across the field (she's my sister's husband's little sister... in case that was never communicated. yeah, it's a little confusing. but we were best friends before the whole relationship between our siblings happened, about five years ago. in fact, we schemed it. and...we were the kind of schemers that were totally caught off-guard when it actually happened.)

Anyways. Being there meant lots of overdue hanging-out-time with Beka, too, which resulted in awesome things like a five-color manicure, two sleepovers under the stars, and ganging up on spring-cleaning with Johanna (yes, in July--we're cool like that), fueled by Disney music.

That place is My Other Place. And they are My Other People. I was there so long that I really started to feel like it was home. Now that I'm home, I'm getting confused in our kitchen and waiting for baby noises.

Johanna is one of the most chill, patient, respectable people I know. She's a gorgeous lady, a great wife, and a truly amazing mother. I hope I'm half as calm and long-suffering of a mother as she is when I grow up. : )

It was awesome to have such a long time to spend with Katie, to listen to her constant hilarious comments and take pictures of her ridiculous cuteness.

She has such a good papa. I have going-on-three sisters-in-law, but John is my only brother-in-law, and he's sure a good one.

Beka, Katie, and I

Katie and her Uncle Paul

They have sunsets there. I'm increasingly bitter that because of our little valley, we not only miss out on the majority of the sunset every night, but the delicious evening light disappears much too early.

Oh, yes, they definitely have sunsets.

The wind is stronger, the grass is drier, and the world is quieter down there. The stars are brighter than any I've seen, and the only sounds at night are the creeper bull-frogs and the excitable neighbor dogs.

The best papas, when their princess says "I want to fly!" just make it happen.

Victoria. I love her. She's abrupt and grabby and talkative and when she's not crying, can always be counted on for a huge grin. 

I love how they are such sisters, even though they're tiny. Johanna says "Katie, make Toria laugh!" and Katie will fake-laugh right in her face. Invariably, Victoria starts giggling.

things that happened:

I got the itch to make (and eat) chocolate cake while I was there, and I ended up making two three-layer devil's food cakes. I do like cake.

We went rafting on the erratic, sometimes-very-deep, sometimes-scraping-on-the-rocks-kind-of-shallow creek on a tiny inflatable raft. It was one of those things that got pretty terrible, as in, please let me just die right now, but then once it's over and I'm eating hot chicken with my hands, it's definitely a good experience.

It was sunny and peaceful and I hung my legs off the side and people happily (mostly) jumped/fell into the water but then it got dark and the stupid bridge was nowhere to be found. Beka's lips turned blue (like, actually blue) and the Mountain Dew ran out. We all started to die from hypothermia and starvation and having to go to the bathroom really, really bad.

But we made it back without drowning or puncturing the raft too severely on any rocks (hard to avoid 'em in the dark) and Johanna, who had to stay home with the babies, had the most amazing chicken waiting for us. I ate it SO fast and then drank much-too-hot tea and ate ice cream simultaneously. That hot shower was the best hot shower of all time. Good day. : )

Beka's mom took us "grocery shopping", which turned out to be dinner at McMenamins, getting my first-ever pedicure, eating a lot of gelato, drooling over purses at Dressbarn, and then breezing through one grocery store. : ) Not being told that all that would be happening, I was camera-less, so Beka's mom took a picture with my iPhone.

I haven't even painted my toes for probably over a year, so it was all very exciting. : ) Plus this color of pink just makes me crazy happy. Amazing how nail polish can make every day just way more beautiful.

We went bowling, and I won a game. The significance of this must be understood in the context of the fact that I'm bad at, like, everything that I ever do with Beka and her family. I can't swim, I can't blow bubbles, and I'm terrible at most any sport involving a catching a ball. I can't even whistle.

Victoria and Uncle Adam

Ice cream = good.

Gah, I love her.

I administered not-so-very wanted hairdo's, lots of chocolate cake, band-aids on boo-boos, and clothes, even when she was not a fan (aka ran around the house declaring "no! I want to be naked!")

We watched Mulan (twice) and I got emotional right along with Mushu. "My baby's all grown up and saving China!" I thought the exact same thing about Bethany as I weepily looked at the just. plain. perfection. of Peter and Miwaza's pictures from Poland. Except, in this case it was "my baby's all grown up and saving Poland." More on that in the next post. : )

Sometimes I get panicky--"she's growing up without me!" So it was awesome to have such a long time with her. But now it makes me miss her more.

Life is so good.