Miss Independent is Back

I have seen Josh for about five whole days in the last month and a half or so.  For this Redeemed Tour Citizen Way started up in our neck of the woods then headed down south, all the way west, up to Washington and over to Montana and then, finally, one month later I picked him up at a McDonald’s off the freeway in MN.  He had gone a total of around 8094 miles and 128 hours of driving for 19 shows at 19 different venues in 12 different states in 31 days and only slept 2 – 5 hours per night.  Josh and Ben Blascoe split all those miles and all those hours in the driver’s seat of their 15 passenger van.

Screen shot 2013-03-14 at 9.48.10 AMThis map shows the first 31 days of the tour, February 1 – March 4.

Needless to say, after all those miles with high energy and sold out shows in so many cities and states Josh was in need of some serious sleep.  Instead, he meets me in Minnesota to sing for my Grandma’s memorial service.  For him this meant sacrificing his big need for rest and pouring any remaining energy into loving on me, working on memorial service details, and entertaining my extended family.  And he did it all with such grace and love.  He is incredible.

If you haven’t guessed, marriage for us is different.

Because of all our time apart and weeks spent fending for myself I have found that I have reconnected with the little Miss Independent from my teenage years.  While Josh is gone I adopt a different lifestyle; I work all morning, around 1 or 2 I take a break or a nap, I get back to work, and come evening I read a book until I’m sleepy.  I mix it up with the occasional hang with a friend, a walk with the dogs, a home project, or some knitting.  It’s seems to be a very healthy pattern.  Instead of powering through 8 – 10 hours of work every day I put in 4 or 5, take a break so I can power back up and get excited and inspired, then I work the remaining 4 to 5 hours.

I also have a whole manner of affairs to tend to on my own.  Because of these little items I have to work on I have been finding that at the end of every day I feel very accomplished.  By sweeping, doing the dishes, buying groceries, juicing, getting the oil changed, shoveling the driveway, clipping the dog’s nails, or paying bills I can feel like I’ve been productive even if I’ve only been working on editing the same wedding for three days straight.

Then Josh comes home and we try to squeeze in as much togetherness as my work load can afford.  It’s a confusing back and forth because on one had I’m left to fend for myself and on the other hand I suddenly have someone around 24/7.  Talk about some whiplash.  We’re still navigating how to go between these two extremes in the ways that are easiest and most beneficial for both of us.  For the rest of this Redeemed Tour the art of this back-and-forth will be put to the test.  According to the schedule Josh is gone 4 – 5 days at a time then he’s home for 2 – 3.  As for today and the rest of this week I am Miss Independent, then come Monday I am a Mrs again for a couple of days 😉

Movie Review | Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters

On Thursday I got to go on a date with my parents 🙂  We went to Hansel & Gretel:  Witch Hunters then out to eat at Chatters.

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I expected the movie to be dark and gory and yet I was still inclined to go – I typically avoid scary movies like cats avoid water.

A SUMMARY THAT DOESN’T GIVE AWAY THE MOVIE

The premise of the movie is based on the Grimm’s fairy tale of Hansel and Gretel. A pair of siblings, a boy and a girl, stumble on a house made of candy nestled in the thick of the woods.  Upon eating some of the candy right off of the structure the inhabitant, a witch, captures them.  She fattens the children up intending to eat, but, instead, the witch falls into the roaring fire herself.  Morbid story for children isn’t it?  Hansel & Gretel:  Witch Hunters begins here and henceforth sets Hansel and Gretel’s life’s work as witch hunters.

Several years later the viewer meets the adult Hansel and Gretel in a troubled small town.  They are hired by the town mayor to track down 11 missing children.

REVIEW

Hansel & Gretel:  Witch Hunters was all about maximum gore and comedic thrill with a big helping of sexy.  As a pansy when it comes to scary movies I found myself unfazed  which means this movie was of the scary as comedy genre; even though the setting was perpetually dark and the witches donned gross, creepy faces, the abundance of sarcastic remarks from Hansel and Gretel, the shameless use of gorgeous actors for the stardom siblings, and the comedic presentation of the gore the movie was left no more scary than Disney’s Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.

The entertainment value in the film was wrapped up in the action, quick camera cuts, talented costume designers, and quick, gory wit.  Every moment was action-packed with only a handful of quiet moments.  The intention in camera choices was clearly all about capturing that action and the intensity.  Then there were also these brilliant costume designs, especially on the witches.  At one point in the movie I actually turned to my mom and said “someone sure had fun with the costumes huh?”  The wardrobe was a sort of Lord of the Rings orcs meets Disney’s witches – the faces were grotesque with grey pallor, excess wrinkles and scars, and covered in a variety of nasty sores.  I’m not one to appreciate or enjoy buckets of gore to laugh and point at but I definitely could tell Hansel & Gretel:  Witch Hunters‘ screenwriters were hunting for that audience.

Though I found the movie entertaining it’s plot  was shallow, character development was nonexistent, and I took offense to a particular exchange.  The premise of taking the childhood story of Hansel and Gretel and growing it into adulthood with an intriguing profession was brilliant.  However, I could tell that was about the end of their storytelling concern.  From that point on all the writing choices seemed to be based around producing as much action, sex appeal and gore as possible to entertain the very core of all that is sinful – this film didn’t just want the fans of horror or thrillers, they also wanted the fans of fantasy and sexy.  Because of that choice there also was not a shred of character development.  The acting even only served to produce cool stunts and quick sarcasm.  Emotional color was absent, not even the sexual scene with Hansel and Mina, the briefly tearful moment with Gretel, or the scene with Mina’s death possessed any gripping feelings.  The last shortcoming of this film was a simple, but acute cutting remark made by Muriel when we first meet her.  A search party of hardy men fall prey to Muriel and with the last live traveler mumbling “oh god” before her she says, “not even your god comes here.”  As a Christian I was affronted because I knew the writer explicitly included that remark to snuff faith and because I’m all too well aware that God certainly can, and does, rid the world of darkness all the time.

CONCLUSION

The point of Hansel & Gretel:  Witch Hunters was quick and hard entertainment.  It would be good for anyone interested in dark fairy tales, thrillers, and gore but not necessarily those longing for a scary or a horror film.  I won’t say not to see it because only seeing it satiated my curiosity as a fairy tale, Disney nut, but if you do, guard your heart against the darkness because no one needs that filth in their system, even if it’s made out to be comedy instead of evil.

Image courtesy of ACESHOWBIZ

All the Things Left Behind

With the passing of my grandma we have come on the time when it is necessary to sort through all the things she left behind.  On Friday my mom and I drove to my grandma’s condo.  We spent the morning sorting things into three piles:  trash, donate, and pretty.  The trash pile consisted of normal every day trash and items that were unusable.  The donate pile was for the items we knew no one in the family would want or need. And the pretty pile held all the precious items from paintings to tea cups that need to be claimed by family members   Then we spent the afternoon going through the pretty pile with my aunt Julie, deciding where said items should belong.

Before the end of the day we ended up at my grandma’s assisted living apartment.  This is the place where my last memories, and some of my most treasured memories, were made with my grandma.  My heart sunk to my toes when I saw her empty bed.  I wandered the apartment in numbness.

The whole day was grueling and depressing.

At the end of the day I was mostly left with questions.  Is there a better way to go about this?  Why does it feel so yucky claiming my grandma’s things?  Why is it so hard wrapping up an estate?  Why do we have so much stuff and why does it all have to be left behind for our loved ones to deal with?  I know we don’t take anything with us to heaven, and I don’t wish we did, but I just wish there was an easier way to deal with those things we do leave behind.

How to Build a Good ‘Ol Minnesotan Fire

Having grown up in rural Minnesota my dad taught several rough and tough tricks.  One such trick was how to build a strong fire.  I’ve been up at my parent’s place for a couple of weeks now so that means I’ve been soaking up all the fire time I can get.  Every day I station myself and my computer by the fire with my mom and we happily work the day away.  On the days my dad doesn’t prep a fire for us, which is rare, I take on the task and have been happy with the result.

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How to Build a Good ‘Ol Minnesotan Fire

  1. find some fallen wood and chop it so it’s about 2′ long
  2. set your base with two medium-sized logs
  3. set your next layer with two small-sized logs
  4. set your next layer with a row of large sticks and a little bit of kindling (twigs and sticks)
  5. top it off with a large log
  6. stuff paper and paper goods between the two medium sized logs
  7. light some of the paper and it should take off from there

Congratulations, you’ve built your first Hagberg fire!