No Movie And Bad Soup
I am feeling particularly moody this evening and since I have no plans I thought it would be the perfect evening to plant myself on the couch and watch Sense & Sensibility. It’s one of my favorite movies, very well acted and beautifully done, and when I am in moods like this I really enjoy being able to escape into Jane Austen’s world for a few hours. I also enjoy triumphing with Elinor and muttering curses at Marianne because she so does not deserve Col. Brandon, who I am actually in love with, and plan to marry. So there.
Anyway. I was going to watch my movie, but I couldn’t find the case, which is weird because we only keep DVDs in two places: in my closet or on the entertainment center. It took me ten minutes to find it stashed between The Secret Garden and To Kill A Mockingbird on my bookshelf of favorites. No matter, I thought. I found it and now I can watch. I turned on all of the electronic stuff, explained to Maggie that we were going to watch a chick flik together, squatted down, opened the case and found no disc inside it.
I have looked everywhere I can think of. I’ve opened half of the cases in my closet and it’s not in any of them. I have spent over an HOUR searching for my movie and I still don’t get to watch it. Instead, I am listing to Maggie growl at me and Jonas whine because I refused to let him nap past four o’clock. It’s just not right.
I am sure this is Chris’ doing. He has a bad habit of not putting DVDs away in their cases and then defending himself by accusing me of doing the same thing, which I do not, thank you very much. And I know he hates this movie. I called him at work and he has no idea where it is. So here I sit listening to the neighbor’s TV blasting through our tissue paper walls instead of listening to my own.
It’s been an uneventful day. I spent the morning cleaning out the kitchen pantry. It turns out that we’ve been moving the same collection of canned goods around for the past three or four moves. They never get eaten, just dutifully shelved when we move in, and then forgotten. I have decided that this will not happen with this upcoming move. No spoiled food is welcome in our new house. The pantry actually looks really sparse now since I threw out the eleven boxes of cereal with half a bowl’s worth crumbling to dust inside (I kid you not).
I found a can of Cream of Mushroom soup that I know is older than Jonas and I am pretty sure has actually been moving around with us for the past four years. I finally threw away stuff that went bad in 2002 and realized that the food basket Chris’ squadron gave us for Christmas last year had fake potatoes (eeech), stuffing and yams that went bad prior to last Christmas. I suppose this means it is a good thing I forgot about them in my postpartum haze and never cooked them. We could have died of food poisoning and it would have been the military’s fault.
I’m going to go see if my movie is in the other half of the collection in my closet. If not, I really don’t know what to do with myself tonight.
Come clean our place ?
Comment by OldGuy — August 19, 2005 @ 2:37 am
I feel your pain. My kids once ate my vhs copy of the same movie. (I now have it on a less chewy dvd) Don’t you just love the richness of Alan Rickman’s voice? Watch him in Truly,Madly,Deeply if you have not yet seen it.
Comment by blestwithsons — August 19, 2005 @ 10:26 am
Love your blog! I just found you on military wives weblog.
Gotta love the military for moving you around. I have no excuse as my hubby’s been stationed here ever since we married, yet we still have years-old canned goods and expired food around. Boo! Call me lazy. Now that I’m pregnant, I will blame it on the hormones.
Comment by girl from florida — August 19, 2005 @ 4:03 pm
Hopped over from where you left your comment on my blog…you have a real talent for writing! I’m going to hang out and read some more. (And I too love Sense and Sensibility…the end is the best!)
Comment by HeyJules — August 20, 2005 @ 12:54 am
So did you find it? How dare you leave us in suspense :p
Comment by Irish Breen — August 20, 2005 @ 1:27 am
Oooh, Jane Austen!! I am watching Pride and Prejudice this week, just waiting for the next disk to arrive via Blockbuster.com.
I hope you find the movie…… I’d go mad if it happened to me.
Comment by laura — August 20, 2005 @ 3:52 am
Oh say… did you know that Emma Thompson is now married to Greg Wise and they have a daughter? I just found that out last year. Apparently they got together while making Sense and Sensibility. Elinor and Willoughby - whoulda thunk it?!
Comment by blestwithsons — August 20, 2005 @ 9:12 pm
I had to giggle when I read about the old food. We do the same thing - I have various cans/boxes of stuff that no one will ever eat, ever, and yet we still pack them every time they move. I think it’s so that my shelves won’t look so depressingly empty, like, look, I have food!! I have 6 cans of chicken broth from 1995!
Comment by Allarial — August 21, 2005 @ 1:36 am
Maybe a really sensitive burglar broke in and stole it!
I like special effects movies, and also softie films too, but don’t tell anyone…
Comment by scott — August 21, 2005 @ 6:35 pm
I found some bulging cans in my pantry, looked at the date on them, and said, “Yikes!” They had survived 8-10 years and two moves. I recently cleaned out my pantry and *surprise!* found several more like them. Good for you!
Comment by Mom2Five — August 21, 2005 @ 9:58 pm
I have never seen this movie…I love movie classics and romantic comedy is a favorite…have you ever seen “splender in the grass” is one of my favorites.
Comment by Beth — August 22, 2005 @ 12:59 am
I laughed knowingly at both the lost DVD issue and the state of your pantry. But especially the pantry. Ours is sull of herbal tea — flavors tried but not liked. Our herbal tea kick ended in about ‘98, so most of those have GOT to be at least that old …
Comment by Chrysalis — August 22, 2005 @ 6:12 pm
As a newlywed, I’m just thrilled to finally have my own pantry. Try being a married person and sharing a pantry with another couple.
Comment by Sanisi — August 23, 2005 @ 12:53 pm