I wish I could hit delete on things that come out of my mouth. I am haunted by the stupid things I say. I met up with some other bloggers a while back, actually the famous Bossy, and famous at least to me, Vuboq. I asked Vuboq what his name stood for, having not read much of his blog at that point if any. He said, Vicious, Unrepentant, Bitter, Old, Queen. I thought that was clever, but I said, “of which you of course are none.” He and Bossy looked at me for a second, and I realized. DUMB. I was trying to pay a compliment, that he didn’t seem bitter, or vicious too me and not the least bit old. Bitter, unrepentant, and a queen, are only adjectives that should be self applied in my opinion. I mean, I wouldn’t label someone that myself – except maybe queen but only if preceded by drama or her majesty the.

Another stupid thing is haunting me now. Last week in class, I attempted to get to know my fellow classmates at lunch. So, I asked a girl, obviously not from Virginia, where she was from, and she said “North Jersey.” Now, being sort of from New Jersey via my parents, and somewhat familiar with the geography, I said, “Paterson?” She was appalled, offended and quite pissed and didn’t speak to me any more during the colloquium. She then proceeded to educate those at the table that Paterson, along with my parents’ hometowns were in South Jersey. Since then, I have been wanting to eat my words, and simultaneously plaster a map of New Jersey in front of her and show her where indeed South Jersey actually is.

Also, in middle school, I said “Hi,” in a stupid southern accent to the librarian and was ridiculed and mocked for it. Perhaps I should learn to not remember so much.

I saw Julie and Julia today. With my parents. My only complaint: gratuitous sex scenes. Now, don’t get me wrong on this, I am a normal red blooded, and red headed female, and I like a sex scene or two. But, not when viewing a movie with my parents. I never expected this to happend in a scene from this movie. When my mom and I saw Sex and the City, I was mostly preprared. It was just mom and I, but, I underestimated the graphic nature since I had only watched few of the TV episodes. I said something to my mom during one scene, and she said, “Relax, and don’t be such a prude.” The Jury is out on whether or not that comment made me feel more or less comfortable.

Anyway, on to the Julia Child movie. I didn’t think i could love Julia Child, Meryl Streep, or Amy Adams any more than I did before this movie, but I confess, I love them each even more now.

Julia Child – wow….. I thought I knew a lot, but now, I am on a quest to read any and all biographies and autobiographies that are out there.
Meryl – she knocked it out of the park! We need to not say the common phrase after her performances anymore – “She’s always good” “Of course anohter Oscar for her” etc. I can’t say enough in this blog, or any other place (although I am looking forward to trying) of the masterful talent of the screen.
Amy Adams: I couldn’t name a role she played before without looking it up and I am not in the mood, so my judgement of her now comes from only this role and none before. She is the one who connected me emotionally to this film. When she was at her laptop writing about her marriage…..I developed a lump in my throat that lasted until my parents and my husband and I ended up at the local pizzaria after the movie. The pizza, yum, was fabulous. Surprising for my parent’s small town in rural Virginia.

Both my mom and I left the film with the desire to eat, if not actually cook, Boeff Bourginoinne misspelling intentional — the visions of it in the film were drool worthy.
First, I must, and I will obtain a Le Creuset orange dutch oven. Or, maybe not, but anywho…..I am totally going to try to make that. And, boneless stuffed duck….

The first item on the shopping list: The Art Of French Cooking
The second: The DVD of this movie – - for snow days and sad days, it is a cathartic and enriching experience I don’t think I’ll tire of soon.