| Updated: 11/29/2004; 2:39:18 PM. |
| Rayne Today Searching for dharma, in spite of the weather... Honeys-Doing
Honeys doing the rototilling. (Not pictured: resident slave driver)
Weekend Line-up His Honey-Do List Take the blades off the mower and tractor – sharpen them. Tune up the tractor and mower. Get oil changed in German-American vehicle. Edge lawn perimeter with mower and trimmer. Edge the sidewalk and driveway. Run the rototiller in the garden. Get a piece of luan at Home Depot to back antique mirror; cut to size. Cut branch off maple tree hanging over garden. My Honey-Do List Wash and hang out sheets, towels. Pickup hubby after dropping car off for oil change. Mow lawn with the tractor. Rake and bag clippings. Sweep up material removed by edger and bag. Take apart compost heap and spread over garden Turn over perimeter of garden with spade before rototilling. Rake garden level after rototilling. Get rabbit fencing, plaster of paris, gold paint, clear plastic 7mil tarp at Home Depot. Cover garden with 2-ply plastic tarping to sterilize soil. Re-fence garden. Mount piece of luan on back of antique mirror. Complete refinishing of mirror frame with plaster of paris and paint. Cut up and bale branch from maple tree for curbside pickup. Take kids to the park. It must be spring.
Movies: Bringing Down The House It’s Spring Break here this past week; my kids have been out of school and looking for entertainment. Daughter-dearest wanted to go to a matinee, to that end. We selected Bringing Down The House since we couldn’t agree on any other movie. (No, hell no, I was not going to sit through Jungle Book 2!) Okay, my bad, but I have to have a heart-to-heart yet with my daughter about some parts of the movie. She’s already been told, No, legal bars in this state do not permit adults to smoke pot. Yeesh. Some of the reviews I read in advance discussed the drug use in certain scenes, thankfully; I knew I would have some explaining to do. This movie is all of the PG-13 rating; were my daughter not mature for her age, I would have been very reluctant to take her. (I would definitely NOT take any of her friends.) On the other hand, there was no explaining necessary about the racism upon which much of the humor in this movie is based. It’s unfortunate it still exists to the point where we still make fun of it. Not much change since Trading Places, I'm afraid. It was entertaining, and yes, there’s a couple spots that drag a little bit. The chemistry between Steve Martin, Queen Latifah and Eugene Levy is highly enjoyable; I hope it’s reprised with a better plot line. Joan Plowright is quite good, although her character was stretched a bit towards the end of the movie. My spouse might even have stayed awake through this one. My daughter managed to choke through the couple of slower bits by imagining her somewhat stuffy father playing the Steve Martin role. Hah! Now that would be a hoot!
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