Zombies; all warm and fuzzy

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love story, movie, movie review, postaday2013, zombies

Today, my hubby, the babies and I, all went to the movies together as one happy family, opting to go see the same movie instead of slitting up and seeing different movies. Beforehand we went to eat lunch at K’s, a Japanese restaurant right here in Westfield, their sushi is quite nice and they also offer Hibachi grilling for those who like a little side show from their chef. The Hibachi chefs are quite entertaining with their cleaver skills and throwing their food up off the grill while slicing it on the way down. We usually prefer the sushi part of the restaurant; the baby girl and I get our speciality rolls and my hubby and the baby boy either get sushi/sashimi or Bento boxes. After lunch, we were more than ready for our movie.

My hubby had asked the baby girl to check the movie times to see what was playing and the baby girl and I were very happy that the best time out of all the times playing for all the available movies was that for “Warm Bodies”. My hubby had said previously that he wouldn’t mind seeing it, but the baby boy was quite begrudging on the movie choice. The baby boy was pleasantly surprised by how mistaken he was in his preconceived notion. All of us loved the movie. We left the movie theater saying that we just saw the best zombie movie ever. We laughed, we said aww more than a few times, we were nervous for the hero and the heroine, we were interested, the whole gamut of emotions in one movie. There was courage, nobility, self-sacrifice, love, best friends, open-mindness, forgiveness and hope; all in a zombie movie. After seeing “Warm Bodies” I don’t know how I’m going to feel about “World War Z” starring Brad Pitt when it comes out. I read the book and I thought it was very good, I was looking forward to it and now I am not so sure.

Writing room

A genie has granted your wish to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

My perfect space for reading and writing, what does that mean? As of right now, I am typing away at my desk on the family's computer in the small room that we lovingly call the library; it has one floor to ceiling bookshelf with many of our books that we felt were important enough to keep all these years. The library also has a wood stove for the many cold days of Blandford and an air conditioner for those rare sweltering days of heat during our short summers. We have a futon and a t.v, so that if anyone wants to keep us company while we are on the computer; they can sit comfortably and read or watch t.v. Would I need a genie to improve on my current reading and writing situation?

Since this is a fantasy type question, why not? I would ask that the genie find me a place in France, specifically Piraillan, and I would have my reading and writing room be in a villa that is a street over from the daily farmer's market. The villa that I am envisioning is set off the road on a property elevated from the street with a large garden in front of it so that you have complete privacy from your neighbors and the street traffic. The sun's exposure would be in all the rooms because the terrace would wrap the house completely and the windows would all be French floor to ceiling doors. The chimney would be in the large living room and the reading and writing room would be right off the living room. I would have a big desk with a wide comfortable chair and there would be a long settee lounge chair off from the desk, the sun would come streaming from all around and the doors to the terrace would open up to an herb garden just off the terrace. I would be smelling rosemary, thyme, lavender and oregano as well as basil and sage while I was reading or writing. I shouldn't forget the smells of the pine forest, that are a daily part of the olfactory experience, since we would be living in the midst of tremendously tall pine trees everywhere. The hint of the smell of the ocean would waft in the open doors because the bay is just across the road and the Atlantic Ocean is only five kilometers through the forest, a short bicycle ride away. I could spend the rest of my days reading, writing, cooking and baking, all in the serenity and tranquility of my little house in Piraillan France. Thank you Mister genie man!