Angela Law

animal lover, gardener, knitter, and gourmet cook
 
movies

hearts in atlantis

It’s Friday, so it must be another Margarita and a Movie night! Tonight, we watched Hearts in Atlantis pretty much because it was the last movie on one of my tapes and I need to tape some stuff later this month. Much like the book, I didn’t enjoy the movie. Much like the book, Brian enjoyed the movie. Take that for what it’s worth.

I do have to say, Anthony Hopkins is a fine actor. Every time I see him, I think, “Right–that’s the guy who played Hannibal Lecter.” (when I am trying to place where I’ve seen him before). I’m always surprised to remember that fact. You’d think with a role like that, that is all I would remember. I wouldn’t call this one of his better roles, but it sure wasn’t like DeNiro in Meet the Fockers.

movies

identity

Brian and I watched this movie last night. I have to say, it was an interesting premise for a film. I never would’ve thought of something like that. I guess that’s why I’m a software developer and not a screenwriter. I can’t really get into the plot, or it would spoil the movie for anyone who hasn’t seen it yet. But, if you’re into weird twists and turns, you’ll definitely like this movie.

health & wellness

yoga, finally

After almost a year of procrastinating, I finally got to do yoga today. No, I was not finally able to buy an hour of time. Rather, I have weekly meetings with our India group (at work) that I am required to attend, and today’s meeting started 90 minutes before I usually start work. So I finished up a bit early today and was able to squeeze in an hour of yoga before Jake got home from school. Since it was not a “yoga with dogs” tape that I was watching, I had to put Lizzy in her crate because she wouldn’t stop licking my face. It went alright, but I am nowhere near flexible, so there were some things I couldn’t do. There’s a yoga show on Oxygen every morning. I taped a few episodes of that, so I think I’ll try that next time and see if it goes better. Anyway, I kind of liked it. I think I fell asleep at the end for a few minutes during the meditation portion. I felt pretty good when I was done, so we’ll see how it goes next time. One thing I did learn is that it’s harder than it looks. I knew I wouldn’t be able to do a lot of the stretchy things, but what I didn’t know is that your body gets a little workout. I suppose this is a good thing, though.

celebrations

it’s super

The Steelers pulled out a win this evening. It wasn’t pretty, but it was good enough. Definitely not the kind of game I like to watch (at least not when my team is playing). It was a pretty close game throughout and, unfortunately, Roethlisberger was not playing well this evening. I wonder if the game would’ve been last week if he would’ve played better–he was on such a roll. Either way, it didn’t matter–they won. At least we won’t have to hear about “one for the thumb” anymore. I was glad to see Bettis and Cowher get their rings. The Steeler organization seems to be a pretty good one and they were well-deserving, too.

Brian’s dad came over to watch the game with us. I decided on a Mexican theme for the food. Actually, I started off thinking “what goes with a Margarita?” Duh, Mexican food! So, I made up a menu of chicken fajitas, guacamole, black bean dip, salsa, and, of course, some black and gold cake. Brian’s dad brought a 7-layer taco salad. It was quite a spread. We’ll have to do this again next year.

pets

actions not worth repeating

I just got done washing my hair this morning when I heard Lizzy barking like a mad dog. And, it sounded like she was in the family room. Uh oh–someone (me) left the gate at the top of the stairs unlatched. So, I raced downstairs to see Marley the Demon Cat sitting on the chair, with all of her hairs raised up, hissing like some beast out of hell, and Lizzy standing on the floor barking with all of the hairs on her back standing up. I tried calling her over, but she went closer to the cat, and the cat started making some weird moaning sound. Lizzy promptly started squealing like Marley was stealing her immortal soul (I guess you need to resort to theft when you’re soulless–a soul isn’t something you can buy at PetCo.). I was able to grab Lizzy’s collar at that point and direct her upstairs. Phew! That could’ve been a mess. The funny thing is that it’s not like Lizzy hasn’t seen a cat before, but I’m guessing Marley has never been around a dog, therefore prompting the reaction between the two of them. While Ariel doesn’t like Lizzy, she certainly doesn’t act like that when they are around each other. I just hope the two cats get along. I could do without having one pet living on each floor of the house.