Introducing My New Feature: Random Movie Lines With Mary

I've always felt that certain people can be gauged on a level from 0 to 12.52 based on both the movies they watch and the scenes they find as emotionally compelling - or comedic - as I do. During my post film-school dating years, I wouldn't look twice at a guy who didn't appreciate the comical genius of the Cohen Brothers "Raising Arizona." In hindsight, my taste in movies proved to better than my taste in men. I know many people will relate to some of these and MAYBE, just maybe, they will become enlightened and intrigued enough to check out some oldies, but goodies they weren't interested in BMB (before my blog). That sounded quite harsh and a bit superior, no? As if my blog could change people's lives. Muwahahahah. If fitting, the movie lines I post will pose as some parallel reference I'm experiencing in my life - while sharing some of my most beloved dialogue created to emote feelings we sometimes never realized we had until seeing "that" movie...Ah, the power of good filmmaking. I'm sure glad I majored in it. It's done a world of good for my career *insert sarcasm.*

Josie trying to hide after "Powder Gate"

Josie trying to hide after "Powder Gate"
Busted!

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Homeward Bound...

What a week. I wish I had better news to report. Aside from each of my children suffering from a virus, followed by me, causing us to miss 4 days of school/work, I think my eardrum burst last night. I can't hear and it hurts to burp. How's that for a silver lining?
My dad suffered a major setback Friday night. He made it through his surgery well; they removed the cancer from his liver - which Doc Curley says was the size of an egg (although it was the size of a thumbnail on the MRI scan!).
My dad was lucid, and had even sat up twice - but was having some MAJOR pain in his rib cage/shoulder area, so someone added some narcotics to his epidural - NOT GOOD as over half of his liver was just removed and the liver is the organ that filters the narcotics out of your body.
The best way for my mom to describe his current state is vegetable-like. He can't sit up. He can't drink on his own. It's a major step backwards - it would be a major step backwards for anyone this happened to while being sedated.
My sweet mom, who won't leave his side, has to try and wake him when a beeping noise goes off, indicating he needs more oxygen. She feeds him ice. She treats him so warmly and lovingly as I listen helplessly on the other side of the phone, crying for them both.
The girls and I just watched an animal flick a co-worker recommended called "Homeward Bound" about a trio of animals who fight thru thick and thin to return home to the love they knew with their family. Talk about bad timing. I cried through the entire damn movie - scaring Sara half to death and causing Josephine to pat me over and over saying "Dats Ok, Mama. Dats Okay."
We have to go to my parents home and collect mail, etc, and Josephine cries, because her "popo" isn't there. I've been so sick, my house could be condemned. How can a virus last this long? How did my dad get too much medicine? Who the hell wrote "Homeward Bound?" They deserve an emmy at best.
Keep my parents (and my ear) in your prayers. Much Love.

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