I love movies and now that I have started blogging I will be blogging about the movies I watch. My husband has been known not to pick the winners at the Redbox but tonight’s selection was surprisingly entertaining.
The movie starts out somewhat confusing…not in the writing itself but in the fact that you sit and ponder how Jon Favreau lands himself Sofia Vergara as an ex wife and Scarlett Johansson as his current flame. My only answer to that is either A: he must REALLY know how to cook or B: he is hung like large zucchini squash. Or maybe both…in that case…kudos to him. Oh yeah this is the movies not real life.
Job Favreau plays Carl Casper, a chef struggling with his own demons of insecurities about his food after a very popular food blogger comes into the restaurant where he works and blogs negatively about his food. Of course “Carl” is upset over the critic’s blog entry and ends up quitting his current chef position after a heated argument with the restaurant owner. And in what seems to be a case of “things not turning out right” actually becomes a blessing in disguise leading him on a journey through a path of unexpected happiness.
This movie is a great family watch and full of enough humor that I found myself giggling out loud. I give it 4 stars.
I have somewhat a phobia of nail shavings. Which is quite ironic since I have worked in the nail business for the last 20 plus years. I have dug toe jam that could be dated back to the 1960’s out of peoples toes. I have seen heels with cracks in them that could put the grand canyon to shame. I have seen nail fungus, mold, and various other nail diseases. I have dealt with a lot of “gross” stuff but the one thing that gets me is nail shavings (well and hair that isn’t attached to the head really grosses me out too I remember the days I used to have to clean my own hair out of the shower drain…I would literally gag and almost throw up…thank goodness the drains now days in new homes are loose hair accommodating).
Well my husband, along with most of the general population, thinks it’s a good idea to cut his toenails in various odd places. One time even in our bed which I had a total mental melt down over and even posted it to my Facebook page in which he then reported me for spam and I couldn’t access my Facebook for 24 hours…so NOT funny. Then he decided it’s a good idea to cut them over MY tub…my clawfoot tub that I had to fight with the builder and the plumber over to even get put into the house! As I walked in on him doing such act I had a sudden vision of me getting into the tub and settling in like I do only to have one of those hard suckers stab me in my ass!!! “I will wash them down the drain” he says…yeah ok cause I am going to trust that. In case you missed it I just did a serious eye roll here.
So the other day I am in the shower and I go to reach for my razor and sitting on the same shelf as said razor sits ….drum roll please…a toenail clipper! With toenail shavings sticking out from it! At first I gasped…but then it dawned on me that he was at least trying not to flip me out. I have asked him to cut them outside but I guess cutting your toenails when it is only 40 degrees outside was not an option. Instead I just mentioned to him that he needs to make sure to remove the clippings from the clippers before setting in on the shelf next to my razor. And by the way I totally forgot to shave that day because I was so overwhelmed with the clippings that I forgot what I was doing….hope he likes my hairy legs tonight.