It's that time again

macabre \muh-KAH-bruh\, adjective:
1. Gruesome and horrifying.
2. Pertaining to or representing death, esp. its grimmer or uglier aspect.
 
Dutch word: tastbaar
English translation: tangible
Part of speech: adjective

Example sentence:
Dutch:Ik wil geen droomman; ik wil een tastbare man!
English:I don't want a dream guy; I want a tangible guy!
 
I think unless you have been living under a rock, or on another planet or don't associate with anything media, technology or libraries, then you have all heard about the Twilight phenom that has taken over the minds (and hearts) of women all over the country. It's quite fascinating really, to watch grown women and some not so grown women, go completely bananas over a fictional character who was written into being. I mean, seriously, he's not even that cute, Edward. Cold, sparkly, mopey. Bleh. Give me a warm, masculine, one with nature, real guy any day. I realize that by posting this that I am sort of one of the cuckoos who are obsessed with Twilight, but not so much. I'd like to think of it as more intrigue than obsession. 
 
The third in a four part series came out in movie form today. I went with some of my girlfriends and let me just say this: Wowza. Ten times, no forty times better than the previous two. Bella is not as twitchy, Jacob didn't overact, and Edward actually made eye contact on more than one occasion with his love. It was pretty entertaining. It kept my attention. It had action, romance, a tiny bit of humor and lots of boys without shirts on. This one was a little more macabre than it's counterparts, so I wouldn't recommend it for little ones who are sensitive to things like that, but overall I give it a 1 1/2 thumbs up. The other 1/2 is because I don't like how creepy overbearing/protective Edward is with Bella. She's like this wimpy little girl who can't take care of herself. Although, she is coming into her own. I guess that I would totally agree with my Dutch word of the day and its sentence. Could they have chosen a better sentence for this day? I think not. "I don't want a dream guy; I want a tastbare guy!"
 
OK. Enough TwiTalk.
 
On to other exciting things. Want to see a picture?

This girl is growing up right before our eyes. She has a mind and a will of her own in all things. She gets herself dressed, she eats what she wants when she wants. Forget about getting her to hold your hand when you walk anywhere together. And you might as well just give in to her persistent pleadings for attention, because if you don't, you'll have a lot more to worry about than a whiny child. Have you heard about the time she tried to flush my wireless mouse down the toilet so that I wouldn't be able to work? Ahhh, good memories. But let me just tell you this: there isn't a day that goes by that I don't relish in her stinky toddler cheeks, and her endless high pitched chatter or her constant requests for a story or Barbie play, because I know that all too soon she'll be off to college and saving the world. Just like her big brother and sister.
 
So now that I'm feeling a bit weepy and sentimental this looks like a great place to end.
Can somebody please pass the tissues?
 
And Internet? No smarty pants remarks about PMSing. Not unless you want a black eye.