The Adventures of Mrs.Movie Snob

PLOT TWIST! Mrs. Movie Snob has a new alias; Mrs. First Time Novelist! The first time novelist I'm referring to here is not myself. Blogs and funny quips are about the extent of my writing talents. No, the first time novelist to which I'm referring is, of course, my husband, Matt. C. Sully. For months, he's been researching, outlining, networking and writing what I'm sure is going to be an opus the likes of which are rarely seen. (read?) Night after night, he talks to me about his characters; their strengths, weaknesses and journeys. I can tell he's truly come to love them. It's really something to watch him get so excited about this world he's created out of thin air. Even though he just began writing in the Spring, I know this story has been in him for some time just waiting to be told. The timing had to be right to give it it's due, but now that he has surrendered to his creative inclinations, it seems to be pouring out; word by word, page by pa...

Some heard " yanny ," other's heard " laurel ." We were all right. We were all wrong. Still, we were all steadfast in our conclusion. Science has shown us that it is entirely possible for one thing to be interpreted in two completely different ways. It's kind of amazing. Going for a walk with my daughter one afternoon, she asks, "Mommy, let's take a picture of everything pretty." I pull out my phone and 287 pictures later realize, everything is pretty to her. Everything is still new and to be appreciated. My grown-up brain did notice it was a gorgeous day but mostly, I was focused on her and the most efficient route home. One situation; two completely different interpretations. Mostly, it's maturity. I'm old now. I've seen things. I have experiences, good and bad, that now show me a filtered world. None of this is more evident than when I sit down to watch an old movie. (Old meaning 1980's and 90's) My once carefree ci...

I used to be an asshole. No. No. Don't argue. It's true. HA! I laugh because I don't' think that many would argue. And that's ok. I can fully accept that now. You have every right to feel the way you do. I take full responsibility.  But there's good news! I'm not an asshole anymore. Step 2: ???. Step 3: Profit. I'm not trying to make excuses but, to be fair, my past asshole tendencies could be attributed, at least in part, to survival instinct. You see, I didn't grow up around people that were particularly nice to me. It's cliche but you weren't going to get me if I got you first. Kentucky was (is?) pretty unforgiving as a Latina girl. I look back now and realize I was surrounded by prejudice; from teachers, other kids and our in-laws. That didn't help matters. Then, suddenly, I was an insecure adult trying to find my way, still completely convinced that EVERYONE had an agenda. It's safe to say I became my own worst en...

I love a good scary movie. I love a good scary movie any time of the year. But, it's almost Halloween and that gives me the perfect excuse to select the "horror" genre on Netflix and not get any lip from the Hubs. Well, not a lot of lip. He may contest my choices but he always seems to man up. It always leaves me a little baffled though. What's not to love about good scary movies? The suspense. The tension. The jumps. I love it. I have noticed, however, that we go through this same back-and-forth every Halloween season. My suggestions are usually met with an unenthusiastic, "ugh, fine." Wait a second...It's not that he hates horror movies. It's that I suggest the same horror movies every Halloween. (And throughout the year, for that matter) Yes, we've seen them hundreds of times but I can't help myself. Is it nostalgia? Surely. Is it just that I love scaring my fradey cat husband? Most definitely. Whatever it is though, I return to these movi...

Gimme some sugar! Muah! Why you ask? Well, candy is the traditional gift for the 6th anniversary and as of September 1st, the Sully's have been in Canada six long, cold, life-changing years. It came and went without consequence which is really unlike me. I celebrate every milestone with some sort of small celebration. But this Summer was crazy busy and the end of Summer was even crazy busier as we prepared for the first (and long awaited) day of school for Isabel. It's like suddenly I blinked and Summer was over. (Even though it's been over 80 degrees this whole week. Weird) The same could be said for our time here. I blinked. And just like that I'm a Mother and Wife. And... dare I say this out loud? Happy. Weird. I keep thinking back to those two kids living in Atlanta contemplating a big move very north. Would I have made the same decision knowing then what I know now? It's an interesting thought. One I can't really dwell on because no matter how I...

God, could that title be any more pretentious? Bread and dairy. Dairy and bread. I'm wondering what I could say to convey the utter terror that overwhelmed me when I was first presented with the Whole30 plan. No bread? Christ. No CHEESE?! What's the point of living? Still, we pressed on and made it through a dairy-less and grain-less month. Toward the end, all I could think about was garlic bread. Warm, buttery, garlic bread; crusty on the outside, soft on the inside. Oh my. Yes, my addiction to these food groups is real. And I'm guessing eliminating them is a HUGE factor in my loss of inches. Reintroducing them is also terrifying. I'm actually doing fine without them. Cravings have subsided but, again, I fear that slope is a most slippery one. But this is our last step in completing our Whole30 journey and so we splurged. Day 40 - Grains If we're going to do this, let's do it right. On grains day, we started with smoked salmon and bagels. And let me j...

Vanessa here. You know, that girl who finished Whole30 ten days ago. (Wow!) I'm here to tell you a little secret. Are you ready? Whole30 is longer than 30 days. Oy. Well, ok, that's not really a secret. It's all outlined in the program. If you do it right, you are not going to order a double bacon cheeseburger with a pint of beer on Day 31. The Whole30 plan is only step one. On Day 31 the fun actually begins; Reintroductions. What that basically means is that we add those no-no foods slowly back into our diet, one at a time, each on their own and see how our bodies react. It's pretty interesting actually because I am already reacting to things that I would bet my life on were very benign. So here's what we know so far: Day 31 - Alcohol. Woo hoo!! I made us a celebratory dinner on Day 31 - A delectable steak with shrimp to go nicely with our bottle of red. The old me would've been on glass 2 by the time dinner was served. The new me poured the glass, started...