Sometimes memories from my childhood pop into my head and they fill me warmth and sadness. Warmth because they are happy fuzzy memories that happened during a time when I felt the safest and most secure. Sadness because I know I'll never feel that way again.
For some reason fish chips as a kid always made me happy. When the other kids were ordering cheeseburgers and big macs, I wanted the filet-o-fish. Then as I got older I stopped eating the filet-o-fish and starting eating big macs.
I no longer eat big macs. The last one, I think was around 1991 but fish and chips are still in my top ten.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Wednesday, November 02, 2011
pet peeve #4
I have two rules when I go to the theatre:
1) Always go to the bathroom well before the movie starts.
2) Don’t talk to me during the movie (it’s okay to make comments during the trailer but only related to the trailer).
My pet peeve is when my fellow movie-goers violate rule number two. Now, in Canada this has never been a problem for me but here in Italy it seems to be par for the course. Why is it that when Italians go to the movies they feel it's okay to have a conversation during the movie??
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