30 July 2007

Need a laugh?

This has to be the funniest clip out there...

American Idol Auditions in San Diego!

Yay, American Idol is in San Diego today! I've often wondered why it's taken them so long to chose San Diego as an audition place, but they finally did it. Today are the auditions at the huge Qualcomm Stadium. Good luck all my fellow San Diegans! Will the next American Idol come from San Diego?? Guess we'll have to wait and see next year. You know I'll be watching!

26 July 2007

Good Mail Update

I have been so happy lately getting Good Mail! Thanks to Andrea for her summer fun stuff!

And thanks to Jessica for the mints and candy! My daughter loved sharing the mints with me!

If you want in on the Good Mail click here!

19 July 2007

You know you're from San Diego if...

Here's something fun I found on a website. I'm sorry for those of you who aren't from San Diego, you probably won't get some of these....I thought it was great though.

Every street name is either in Spanish or Spanish related, and you're surprised when other areas don't have this.

You see weather forecasts for four different climate zones in the same county, and aren't remotely surprised.

You routinely go or have gone to Pat & Oscar's solely to get bread sticks.

You've ever gone to Downtown San Diego and marveled at the homeless people mingling with the rich young urbanities.

You've gone to Mt. Helix in July and known you still need a jacket.

You've tailgated at Qualcomm Stadium, and for bonus points, also tailgated when it was Jack Murphy Stadium

You've been to the Wild Animal Park but can't remember the last time you went to the Zoo.

You've ever been on a field trip to see an Imax movie at the Reuben H. Fleet Science Center.

You still call it the Del Mar Fair.

You say "I'm going to the track" and people know what you mean.

You understand what May-Gray and June-Gloom is.

A famous skateboarder/surfer lives in your town.

There's a North County, a South County, and an East County but no Central County.

"Mossy Nissan! Mossy Nissan! Mossy Nissan Moves You!"

You know what it means when two guys are walking in Hillcrest.

You've gotten stuck in the Horton Plaza parking structure traffic after a Padres game.

You know what "The Merge" is, and will plan your entire day around not being on it during rush hour(s).

You've ever been to Belmont Park and rode the Big Dipper.

(For North County) You remember the days before the all the big movie theaters opened. And when they did. First the Edwards in San Marcos, then the Regal in Oceanside, then the Krikorian in Vista, and finally the Regal in Escondido.

You've ever taken the Coaster and laughed at people sitting in traffic on the 5.

You know the difference between Clairemont Mesa, Kearny Mesa, and Mira Mesa.

You can correctly pronounce Tierrasanta, La Jolla, Rancho Penasquitos, San Ysidro, Otay Mesa, and El Cajon.

You've ever gone to Sea World on a warm day and sat in the first few rows at the Shamu Show to get cooled off.

You've ever been delayed at the Border Checkpoints on the 5 and the 15.

Your house doesn't have air conditioning.

You know it's San Diegan, not San Diegoan, or San Diegoite.

Everyone has their favorite beach.

No matter what the weather is, there is always someone walking around in a t-shirt, shorts, and flip flops.

You live on, near or are surrounded by hills.

You have family and or friends that have moved to Arizona.

There are four distinct seasons: Nice, Nice, Nice, and A Little Chilly.

Your house is worth more than the GDP of some small countries.

You know what MB, OB, and PB stand for.

You used to, and sometimes still do ride the carousel at Seaport Village.

You know someone who doesn't own pants, and have a neighbor who doesn't seem to own a shirt.

Your high school had a surf team.

You know what Santa Ana's are, and that they have literally nothing to do with the city of Santa Ana.

You know what a California burrito is.

You never, under any circumstances call it anything other than "the Gaslamp."

You never, under any circumstances call it anything other than "L.A."

Julian Pies.

You're shocked when you find out people have never been to the beach, and even more shocked to find out some have never seen the Ocean.

In elementary school you were forced to do countless "duck and cover" earthquake drills.

You know or have known countless guys under 5'9'' tall that own huge lifted trucks to account for their shortcomings.

You love driving on the 52, just for those crazy bumps that they always try (and fail) to smooth over.

When you were a kid you thought the Mormon Church was a castle, or Disneyland.

You know what this sign means: http://www.trafficsignstore.com/W54.jpg

You still call it Christmas on the Prado

"Nobody beats, El Cajon Ford!"

You've never had a snow day, but you've had a week off for fires.

Every time there's a major snow storm in the Midwest or the Northeast, the next day's newspaper has a picture of children playing on the beach on the front page.

You remember going to the WB store at UTC as a kid and playing in that tunnel thing they had.

You know the worst traffic in the world is Saturday morning-afternoon going south on the 5 and Sunday afternoon-evening going north on the 5.

You remember when 619 was the only area code in San Diego.

Never trust a 2 year old

This morning Rachel asked for a snack. I was having some homemade bread so I asked her if she wanted some. Here is conversation that followed--with occasional narration by me:

Me: Do you want some bread?
Rachel: I want peanut butter toast. I wanna eat peanut butter toast on the couch with daddy.

Now Spencer was at work right then but he did babysit her last night while I was at the cannery.

Me: Is that what you did last night?
Rachel: I share daddy's toast on the couch.
Me: Really, hmmm. Well we're going to eat it at the table today.

So I proceeded to confirm this fact with Spencer through text message:

Me: So I understand you at your pb toast on the couch last night....hmmm?
Spencer: I wound never do that...Rachel made me.

Clearly a lie. Later he confessed that he was eating toast on the couch and let Rachel have some...just as she had told me earlier in the day.

The moral of this story is never trust a two year old with secrets. They will always sell you out.

Cranium Thursday

Okay so I'm starting something new here on my blog. Rachel loves to "play" the game Cranium, and by play I mean dump out all the cards and put them back in their boxes. At least she cleans up, right? Anyway so while all those cards are laying there on the floor I'll usually pick a few up and see if I can answer them. So then I got the thought that I would post a question once or twice a week to see if you guys can answer them too! So here's the first one:

This one is a Selectaquest (multiple choice):

On the TV show Happy Days, which was Fonzie's secret fear?

a. liver
b. crashing his motorcycle
c. a dateless Saturday night
d. dancing

Okay the answer is below but if you want to know what it is you have to highlight the text with your mouse to make it show up. No cheating though. :)

a. liver

18 July 2007

Reading for Parker

If you haven't heard already go check out Rarely Home Mom and the great fund raiser she is doing for Parker! I already bought my books, you should too!

17 July 2007

Anyone want a cheap cell phone?

So we switched carriers a couple weeks ago and now I have my old cell phone left over. It's in pretty bad shape on the outside, but worked wonderful for me for two years. Here's a video that Spencer made of it. It's on ebay but no one's grabbing so I thought I'd put it out there for any of you ladies. Oh and it's only a Verizon phone.

Name your price...

16 July 2007

My First Good Mail!

Yay! On Saturday I was talking to Spencer about Good Mail and how I really needed to send something out and when I went to the mail I had gotten some! Thanks to Melissa for the beautiful earrings and bracelet. I was so excited I even made sure I wore something that matched so I could wear them to church yesterday.

09 July 2007

Gas is going down!!

So a couple days ago I bought gas in the early morning for $3.05 a gallon. LKater that day I noticed it went down to $3.03 and I was bummed. If I had only waited a couple hours...Oh well. But this morning I noticed gas was $2.99! It broke the $3 dollar barrier again! YAY! I know it's nowhere near where it should be, but it makes me happy to know that gas is going down a little bit. I would be happy if it hovered around $2.50 a gallon and just stayed there. I hate all the fluctuating. How much is gas where you live?

07 July 2007

Marley & Me by John Grogan

I finished this book yesterday. My mom gave it to me to read because she absolutely loved it. When I was in High School I got a golden retriever from the 4-H Guide Dogs to train. His name was Jazz. From the beginning he was into trouble. He would eat anything and couldn't keep his mouth off of anything in reach. He would try to cram 2 tennis balls into his mouth and still chase after the next one you would throw at him.

A year and a half later we sent him to San Francisco for the big Guide Dog testing. Well a few weeks later we found out he failed so they gave us the opportunity to take him back. We said, "Of course!"
So for the next 7 years Jazz was the treasured family pet. He was no where near as destructive as Marley but every bit as loyal. He passed away in my mom's arms at the ripe old age of 9. It's amazing how much a dog can get into your heart if you let him.

After the death of his beloved Marley John Grogan comes to this realization:
Was it possible for a dog--any dog, but especially a nutty, wildly uncontrollable one like ours--to point humans to the things that really mattered in life? I believed it was. Loyalty. Courage. Devotion. Simplicity. Joy. And the things that did not matter, too. A dog has no use for fancy cars or big homes or designer clothes. Status symbols mean nothing to him. A waterlogged stick will do just fine. A dog judges others not by their color or creed or class but by who they are inside. A dog doesn't care if you are rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his. It was really quite simple, and yet we humans, so much wiser and more sophisticated, have always had trouble figuring out what really counts and what does not.
I know I can learn something from Marley about how to live a better, more fulfilling life. Loyalty to others,. Courage to do the things that I want to do and what is right. Simplicity in life. Who really needs all this stuff anyway?? And doing these things will bring us joy.

I can't say that this was one of the best books I've read, but it was entertaining and well worth the read.

And here is Jazz how he always loved to be.

Kirtland Temple

Scripture University has been awesome for reading the scriptures, but since I listen to them online it has also been very good for getting my cross stitching done. I finished this one today of the Kirtland Temple. My mom bought this for my sister and I 2 years ago when she went to Ohio with some friends.

My next project is one I've been working on for a while already. My sister-in-law, Kristen gave me a kit with Santa's and it's very complicated. So let's hope that one gets done soon too!

06 July 2007


Yesterday morning Rachel came in our room like she does every morning when she wakes up. Spencer and I didn't want to get out of bed quite yet so I told her to climb on in with us. She climbed in on my side and snuggled up close with her head under my chin and my arm on her side. Spencer draped his arm around me and there we laid for a few minutes. It was a few minutes of heaven for me sandwiched between my two favorite people in the world.

04 July 2007

America The Beautiful

Happy Birthday America!! I think this song says it all. It makes me cry just singing it. I feel so blessed to live in this great county.

Oh beautiful, for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea.

Oh beautiful, for pilgrims' feet Whose stern, impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness!
America! America! God mend thine ev'ry flaw;
Confirm thy soul in self control, thy liberty in law!

Oh beautiful, for heroes proved In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved And mercy more than life!
America! America! May God thy gold refine,
'Til all success be nobleness, and ev'ry gain divine!

Oh beautiful, for patriot dream That sees beyond the years,
Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea!

03 July 2007

Our Lives, Our Fortune, Our Sacred Honor

This is the "official" unabridged version of the famous speech given by Rush Limbaugh's father. It was obtained from the Rush Limbaugh website.

I posted this last 4th of July, but thought it fitting again. Hope you enjoy a little history today.

It was a glorious morning. The sun was shining and the wind was from the southeast. Up especially early, a tall bony, redheaded young Virginian found time to buy a new thermometer, for which he paid three pounds, fifteen shillings. He also bought gloves for Martha, his wife, who has ill at home.

Thomas Jefferson arrived early at the statehouse. The temperature was 72.5 degrees and the horseflies weren't nearly so bad at that hour. It was a lovely room, very large, with gleaming white walls. The chairs were comfortable. Facing the single door were two brass fireplaces, but they would not be used today.

The moment the door was shut, and it was always kept locked, the room became an oven. The tall windows were shut, so that loud quarreling voices could not be heard by passersby. Small openings atop the windows allowed a slight stir of air, and also a large number of horseflies. Jefferson records that "the horseflies were dexterous in finding necks, and the silk of stocking was nothing to them." All discussion was punctuated by the slap of hands on necks.

On the wall at the back, facing the President's desk, was a panoply-consisting of a drum, swords, and banners seized from Fort Ticonderoga the previous year. Ethan Allen and Benedict Arnold had captured the place, shouting that they were taking it "in the name of the Great Jehovah and the Continental Congress!"

Now Congress got to work, promptly taking up an emergency measure about which there was discussion but no dissention. "Resolved: That an application be made to the Committee of Safety of Pennsylvania for a supply of flints for the troops at New York."

Then Congress transformed itself into a committee of the whole. The Declaration of Independence was read aloud once more, and debate resumed. Though Jefferson was the best writer of all of them, he had been somewhat verbose. Congress hacked the excess away. They did a good job, as a side-by-side comparison of the rough draft and the final text shows. They cut the phrase "by a self-assumed power." "Climb" was replaced by "must read," then "must" was eliminated, then the whole sentence, and soon the whole paragraph was cut. Jefferson groaned as they continued what he later called "their depredations." "Inherent and inalienable rights" came out "certain unalienable rights," and to this day no one knows who suggested the elegant change.

A total of 86 alterations were made. Almost 500 words were eliminated, leaving 1,337. At last, after three days of wrangling, the document was put to a vote.

Here in this hall Patrick Henry had once thundered: " I am no longer a Virginian, Sir, but an American." But today the loud, sometimes bitter argument stilled, and without fanfare the vote was taken from north to south by colonies, as was the custom. On July 4, 1776, the Declaration of Independence was adopted.

There were no trumpets blown. No one stood on his chair and cheered. The afternoon was waning and Congress had no thought of delaying the full calendar of routine business on its hands. For several hours they worked on many other problems before adjourning for the day.

Much To Lose

What kind of men were the 56 signers who adopted the Declaration of Independence and who, by their signing, committed an act of treason against the crown? To each of you the names Franklin, Adams, Hancock, and Jefferson are almost as familiar as household words. Most of us, however, know nothing of the other signers. Who were they? What happened to them?

I imagine that many of you are somewhat surprised at the names not there: George Washington, Alexander Hamilton, Patrick Henry. All were elsewhere.

Ben Franklin was the only really old man. Eighteen were under 40; three were in their 20s. Of the 56 almost half -24- were judges and lawyers. Eleven were merchants, 9 were landowners and farmers, and the remaining 12 were doctors, ministers, and politicians.

With only a few exceptions, such as Samuel Adams of Massachusetts, these were men of substantial property. All but two had families. The vast majority were men of education and standing in their communities. They had economic security as few men had in the 18th century.

Each had more to lose from revolution than he had to gain by it. John Hancock, one of the richest men in America, already had a price of 500 pounds on his head. He signed in enormous letters so "that his Majesty could now read his name without glasses and could now double the reward." Ben Franklin wryly noted: "Indeed we must all hang together, otherwise we shall most assuredly hang separately." Fat Benjamin Harrison of Virginia told tiny Elbridge Gerry of Massachusetts: "With me it will all be over in a minute, but you, you will be dancing on air an hour after I am gone.

These men knew what they risked. The penalty for treason was death by hanging. And remember: a great British fleet was already at anchor in New York Harbor.

They were sober men. There were no dreamy-eyed intellectuals or draft card burners here. They were far from hot-eyed fanatics, yammering for an explosion. They simply asked for the status quo. It was change they resisted. It was equality with the mother country they desired. It was taxation with representation they sought. They were all conservatives, yet they rebelled.

It was principle, not property, that had brought these men to Philadelphia. Two of them became presidents of the United States. Seven of them became state governors. One died in office as vice president of the United States. Several would go on to be U.S. Senators. One, the richest man in America, in 1828 founded the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad. One, a delegate from Philadelphia, was the only real poet, musician and philosopher of the signers (it was he, Francis Hopkinson – not Betsy Ross – who designed the United States flag).

Richard Henry Lee, a delegate from Virginia, had introduced the resolution to adopt the Declaration of Independence in June of 1776. He was prophetic in his concluding remarks:
"Why then sir, why do we longer delay? Why still deliberate? Let this happy day give birth to an American Republic. Let her arise not to devastate and to conquer but to reestablish the reign of peace and law. The eyes of Europe are fixed upon us. She demands of us a living example of freedom that may exhibit a contrast in the felicity of the citizen to the ever increasing tyranny which desolates her polluted shores. She invites us to prepare an asylum where the unhappy may find solace, and the persecuted repost. If we are not this day wanting in our duty, the names of the American Legislatures of 1776 will be placed by posterity at the side of all of those whose memory has been and ever will be dear to virtuous men and good citizens."

Though the resolution was formally adopted July 4, it was not until July 8 that two of the states authorized their delegates to sign, and it was not until August 2 that the signers met at Philadelphia to actually put their names to the Declaration.

William Ellery, delegate from Rhode Island, was curious to see the signers' faces as they committed this supreme act of personal courage. He saw some men sign quickly, "but in no face was he able to discern real fear." Stephan Hopkins, Ellery's colleague from Rhode Island, was a man past 60. As he signed with a shaking pen, he declared: "My hand trembles, but my heart does not."
Most glorious service

Even before the list was published, the British marked down every member of Congress suspected of having put his name to treason. All of them became the objects of vicious manhunts. Some were taken. Some, like Jefferson, had narrow escapes. All who had property or families near British strongholds suffered.

**Francis Lewis, New York delegate saw his home plundered and his estates in what is now Harlem, completely destroyed by British soldiers. Mrs. Lewis was captured and treated with great brutality. Though she was later exchanged for two British prisoners though the efforts of Congress she died from the effects of her abuse.

**William Floyd, another New York delegate, was able to escape with his wife and children across Long Island Sound to Connecticut, where they lived as refugees without income for seven years. When they came home they found a devastated ruin.

**Philips Livingstone had all his great holdings in New York confiscated and his family driven out of their home. Livingstone died in 1778 still working in Congress for the cause.

**Louis Morris, the fourth New York delegate, saw all his timber, crops, and livestock taken. For seven years he was barred from his home and family.

**John Hart of Trenton, New Jersey, risked his life to return home to see his dying wife. Hessian soldiers rode after him, and he escaped in the woods. While his wife lay on her deathbed, the soldiers ruined his farm and wrecked his homestead. Hart, 65, slept in caves and woods as he was hunted across the countryside. When at long last, emaciated by hardship, he was able to sneak home, he found his wife had already been buried, and his 13 children taken away. He never saw them again. He died a broken man in 1779, without ever finding his family.

**Dr. John Witherspoon, signer, was president of the College of New Jersey, later called Princeton. The British occupied the town of Princeton, and billeted troops in the college. They trampled and burned the finest college library in the country.

**Judge Richard Stockton, another New Jersey delegate signer, had rushed back to his estate in an effort to evacuate his wife and children. The family found refuge with friends, but a Tory sympathizer betrayed them. Judge Stockton was pulled from bed in the night and brutally beaten by the arresting soldiers. Thrown into a common jail, he was deliberately starved. Congress finally arranged for Stockton's parole, but his health was ruined. The judge was released as an invalid, when he could no longer harm the British cause. He returned home to find his estate looted and did not live to see the triumph of the revolution. His family was forced to live off charity.

**Robert Morris, merchant prince of Philadelphia, delegate and signer, met Washington's appeals and pleas for money year after year. He made and raised arms and provisions which made it possible for Washington to cross the Delaware at Trenton. In the process he lost 150 ships at sea, bleeding his own fortune and credit almost dry.

**George Clymer, Pennsylvania signer, escaped with his family from their home, but their property was completely destroyed by the British in the Germantown and Brandywine campaigns.

**Dr. Benjamin Rush, also from Pennsylvania, was forced to flee to Maryland. As a heroic surgeon with the army, Rush had several narrow escapes.

**John Martin, a Tory in his views previous to the debate, lived in a strongly loyalist area of Pennsylvania. When he came out for independence, most of his neighbors and even some of his relatives ostracized him. He was a sensitive and troubled man, and many believed this action killed him. When he died in 1777, his last words to his tormentors were: "Tell them that they will live to see the hour when they shall acknowledge it [the signing] to have been the most glorious service that I have ever rendered to my country."

**William Ellery, Rhode Island delegate, saw his property and home burned to the ground.

**Thomas Lynch, Jr., South Carolina delegate, had his health broken from privation and exposures while serving as a company commander in the military. His doctors ordered him to seek a cure in the West Indies and on the voyage he and his young bride were drowned at sea.

**Edward Rutledge, Arthur Middleton, and Thomas Heyward, Jr., the other three South Carolina signers, were taken by the British in the siege of Charleston. They were carried as prisoners of war to St. Augustine, Florida, where they were singled out for indignities. They were exchanged at the end of the war, the British in the meantime having completely devastated their large landholdings and estates.

**Thomas Nelson, signer of Virginia, was at the front in command of the Virginia military forces with British General Charles Cornwallis in Yorktown. Fire from 70 heavy American guns began to destroy Yorktown piece by piece. Lord Cornwallis and his staff moved their headquarters into Nelson's palatial home. While American cannonballs were making a shambles of the town, the house of Governor Nelson remained untouched. Nelson turned in rage to the American gunners and asked, "Why do you spare my home?" They replied, "Sir, out of respect to you." Nelson cried, "Give me the cannon!" and fired on his magnificent home himself, smashing it to bits. But Nelson's sacrifice was not quite over. He had raised $2 million for the Revolutionary cause by pledging his own estates. When the loans came due, a newer peacetime Congress refused to honor them, and Nelson's property was forfeited. He was never reimbursed. He died, impoverished, a few years later at the age of 50.

Lives, fortunes, honor

Of those 56 who signed the Declaration of Independence, nine died of wounds or hardships during the war. Five were captured and imprisoned, in each case with brutal treatment. Several lost wives, sons or entire families. One lost his 13 children. Two wives were brutally treated. All were at one time or another the victims of manhunts and driven from their homes. Twelve signers had their homes completely burned. Seventeen lost everything they owned. Yet not one defected or went back on his pledged word. Their honor, and the nation they sacrificed so much to create is still intact.

And, finally, there is the New Jersey Signer, Abraham Clark.

He gave two sons to the officer corps in the Revolutionary Army. They were captured and sent to that infamous British prison hulk afloat in New York Harbor known as the hell ship "Jersey," where 11,000 American captives were to die. The younger Clarks were treated with a special brutality because of their father. One was put in solitary and given no food. With the end almost in sight with the war almost won, no one could have blamed Abraham Clark for acceding to the British request when they offered him his sons' lives if he would recant and come out for the King and Parliament. The utter despair in this man's heart, the anguish in his very soul, must reach out to each and one of us down through 200 years with the answer: "No."

The 56 signers of the Declaration of Independence proved by their every deed that they made no idle boast when they composed the most magnificent curtain line in history. "And for the support of this Declaration with a firm reliance on the protection of divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor."
— Rush H. Limbaugh, Jr.

My friends, I know you have a copy of the Declaration of Independence somewhere around the house — in an old history book (newer ones may well omit it), an encyclopedia, or one of those artificially aged "parchments" we all got in school years ago. I suggest that each of you take the time this month to read through the text of the declaration, one of the most noble and beautiful political documents in human history.

There is no more profound sentence than this:
"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness?"

These are far more than mere poetic words. The underlying ideas that infuse every sentence of this treatise have sustained this nation for more than two centuries. They were forged in the crucible of great sacrifice. They are living words that spring from and satisfy the deepest cries for liberty in the human spirit.

"Sacred honor" isn't a phrase we use much these days, but every America Life is touched by the bounty of this, the Founders' legacy. It is freedom, tested by blood, and watered with tears. — Rush Limbaugh
-As published in "The Limbaugh Letter" July 1996 edition

02 July 2007

Anne-spelled with an "E"

I learned from experience Saturday that you should never watch 6 hours of Anne of Green Gables at a time when your emotions are very near the surface. I sobbed and sobbed all day.

So here's the background: a couple weeks ago I had a free night so I decided to watch Anne of Green Gables (the first one). I got a couple hours into it and went to bed. But I had this longing inside of me to watch the rest of that movie and Anne of Avonlea. So on Saturday Spencer spent the whole afternoon at the library and Rachel spent the whole afternoon sleeping. The house was clean and I couldn't think of anything better to do than plop my butt on the couch with my feet up and a cross stitch in my hand and watch the rest of these beloved movies.

I watched most of it, then had to finish it after Rachel went to bed that night. Let me tell you, I sobbed like a baby! Now I love these movies--always have--and always expect to cry, but I don't think I've cried like this for a long time. I remember when I was a kid and was sick, I would usually watch Anne of Green Gables because it was long and took up the whole day. But I grew to love the movies. I love watching Anne her relationships with everyone--Matthew and Gilbert especially--and just long for the last minute of the movie where Anne realizes that she loves Gilbert and they kiss! The kiss! It makes the whole 8 hours worth it!

I think next time though, I'll have to wait until I'm a little less emotionally imbalanced to watch one of the most romantic stories ever.