Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Sharks VS Wild
Where Kids Come First
Location: Children's Memorial Hospital
Task # 28 Make a Charitable Donation
So after my no-swearing debacle - as noted in the previous blog - I had $35 to donate to the charity of my choice. A few weeks ago I had seen an ad for a calendar for which all procedes would go to Children's Memorial Hospital and the Ronald McDonald House. I had wanted to buy one anyway, but, of course, due to my procrastinating nature, I never got around to it.
So now that I had $35 to get rid of, and have previously benefitted from the amazing things they do at Children's, I thought this was a perfect fit. Purchasing the calendar even buys you a raffle ticket for a cash prize drawing.
Now before you call bullshit, and say this is a huge cheat, know that the calendar was only $25. That left me with $10 to donate. And conveniently enough, on the order form for the calendar there is a place to add an additional donation. So I added $10 to the box, and sent my $35 merrily on it's way to benefitting kids and families that are in the position I and my own family once were. It was a nice coming-full-circle task.
If any of you would like your own calendar or to donate as well here is the link!http://www.calendarraffleforkids.org/calendar.php
Like a Truck Driver
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Location: Car/Work/Car/Home/Car/Nicolette's/Home
Task # 10 - For Each Time I Swear, in a 24 hr Period, Put a Dollar in the "Swear Jar"
Due to record breaking lack of snow, it seemed improbable that I would be able to complete the snowboarding task. So I decided to swap it.
My mother is constantly telling me that I swear like a truck driver so I thought, "Hey, why don't I use a task to try to curb the bad habbit a bit?"
Originally I decided that I would keep track of each time I swore during the day, trying to remain conscious enough to avoid it, and for each time I slipped I would have to put a dollar into my savings account. A win win.
Then my mom suggested that I donate the money instead. It would be an extra motivator to have to give up the money altogether rather than putting it in my savings. And the bonus of that is the chance to kill two birds with one stone: task # 28 Make a Charitable donation. So I gave it a go.
Road rage is an issue of mine, so naturally I found myself swearing at the semi taking its dear sweet time turning onto Manheim. That was 1. Then at lunch I swore while venting to Lauren about something from earlier in the week, and after realizing I dropped the F-bomb I blurted "Damn" at my failier and "Damn!" for doing it again. Then We both burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Lunch wasn't the only occurance. My swearing multiplied when I was driving home, when I was telling a story to Nicolette, while I watched the hockey game. All in all I tallied 32 expletives, and that was what I caught... I decided to round it off to a solid $35, to compensate any I may have missed. But you will hear more about the recipient of my fines in that blog.
I realized that all too easy I let the four letter words fly, it's reflexive, almost natural. It really is a terrible habbit, that in order to break myself of, will take a LOT of concentration. Wish me Luck!@&*%
Recién Cazado
Location: Dagmara's House
Task #6 - Watch a Foreign Film
Sometimes things don't go as planned. Sometimes they turn out better than you expect anyway. Last Wednesday the plan was to meet at 9 at Dagmara's to watch a foreign film of our choice from Netflix. It just so happened customs was jammed, putting our schedule behind a bit.
But we were determined not to let that derail the plan altogether. After all I was running low on days to meet my January 20th deadline. SO we modified the plan. Abbie was to meet us at the house when Dagmara and I got back from the airport, and we would pick the shortest foreign film selection possible.
In the end we chose quality over lack of quanity, and picked Recién Cazado, which looked entertaining, despite it's 1hr plus running time. We didn't start until about 10:30, but let's face it, I'm a night owl anyway.
The best way to describe the genre of movie this was, aside from "foreign", would be romantic comedy. At first it was difficult not to stare at the subtitles, and pay attention to what was actually going on on-screen. But after a while I was able to adjust, the subtitles moved slow enough - and I am sure the translations were abbreviated - and I learned to just skim instead of reading each line word for word.
The movie itself was hilarious. Like Abbie said, it probably wasn't meant to be as funny as we took it, but we sure got a few good laughs. Well, Abbie and I did; Dagmara pulled a Nelly and fell asleep about 10 minutes in.
The plot went a little something like this:
A promiscuous, party-loving bachelor gets wasted one night and marries a girl he met at the bar. He wakes up the next morning, and not remembering anything from the night before, freaks out to find that he married to the girl next to him in bed. She convinces him to let her stay for 3 weeks until she gets her period, to make sure that she is not pregnant. Time passes blah blah blah , they start to get along, learn about eachother and then obviously fall in love.
Later the guy learns that this was all one huge joke. That his mother thought he needed to learn a lesson and the girl wanted revenge for her friend he hurt. The couple was never married ( well duh, only in Vegas can you get married in one day and be completely drunk while doing so), and "supposedly" the girl never loved him.
But he has changed his ways for her and then falls into depression, tries to tell her to come back, he takes a job in Paris, she goes there to find him but can't, then randomly she shows up at the beach of his house and decides to stay. And everyone lives happily ever after, THE END.
Basically it was like an American Romantic Comedy, silly and improbable, but taken to the utmost extreme. His mother was a tarot card reader and thought the cards told her all of this must happen, the girl convinces him to let her stay just to make sure she is not pregnant, there are three attempts to reconnect before they actually end up together - I mean how do you go to Paris to find someone and just happen to miss them everytime, wouldn't there be an address for his office?
Not that the movies I watch are at all realistic or believeable, but the over dramatization of events in Recién Cazado made it hysterical. It was more like an extended soap opera. And I LOVED it!