better than harry potter

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Happy Thanksgiving!!

Tomorrow's just your future yesterday

To start with - Thanks for the Vo5 suggestion Jennie, it seems to be helping a little. Not so many snarls now, and not so many scatterings of broken hair on the bathroom floor in the mornings. :) Now if I can just avoid major breakage for a while I might feel better about getting it trimmed...

And Speaking of hair... I decided that I want John to have David Tennant hair. I think he may be able to pull it off with all his crazy cowlicks. I just have become rather fond of the crazy rooster hair that David Tennant sports as The Doctor. What do you think? Could John pull off this look?

We have been watching Doctor Who every Saturday night on PBS for the last few months. Sadly, it is drawing to the end of the TENTH Doctor (David Tennant) so I'm not looking forward to this regeneration the last few episodes have been rather traumatizing to me and I'm usually in tears at some point during the episode. Perhaps that means I'm too emotionally invested with The Doctor, but I say so what? Its not the first time I have adored a Doctor. I always did love Tom Baker (who I'll admit was the first doctor I really remember.) He was Doctor number FOUR and absolutely fantastic. I'm still waiting for the day I receive my own twelve foot long Doctor scarf. My next favorite Doctor was number FIVE who was played by Peter Davison. But now, with David Tennant, I'm not sure what order my favorite Doctors go in any more. I guess I'm just a lover of the doctors. I was told once by a friend of mine that I would make an excellent Who Girl, and I'm inclined to agree, I think I would make a fine companion to the Doctor. Needless to say, it seems that the Doctor will need to join our DVD collection soon since we have missed so much of the latest reincarnation of it.

We have watched a couple of movies this past week:

First off we saw RED. This movie was fantastic. John and I both thoroughly enjoyed it. It was funny, action packed and just what we needed to see last week. Unfortunately we had our date night on Friday and were reminded again why it is that we don't go out that particular night of the week. As for the movie I highly recommend it.

Next we watched Satan's Little Helper. This movie was dumb. It was the last of our Halloween Movie Month movies that we hadn't had a chance to watch yet. It's a bout a crazy little boy and a crazy killer in a mask. I don't recommend it for watching.

Speaking of things I don't recommend watching.... I went to see The Color Purple: The Musical on Wednesday night with Scott's new wife Ariane. I took Ariane because John did not want to go, and I had offered the tickets to a few different people, until finally I found someone who wanted to go with me. I'll admit that I really never cared to read/see/hear/etc this story so I wasn't too excited too see this, but whatever, it was part of our season ticket package so we just took what came to us. In order to prepare for this musical event I read the cliff notes a while ago so I could understand what was going on and perhaps see something in this story that might inspire me to like it... after reading the cliff notes I still stood by my first impression. On the other hand Ariane loves the movie of The Color Purple, (she's even invited me to her house to watch it some time,) so when I invited her to go with me she was pretty excited so, in the way that I do, I tried to build my own excitement off of hers, and it helped, a little.

Well, after months of waiting, Wednesday night finally came and Ariane and I set off to the Capitol Theater to be culture-ized. What a night. To start off with, the tickets I had said they were for the night before 11/16 - ugh! - which was frustrating, because I had written all the dates down on my calendar from the dates given to me on my receipt. But lucky for us they were able to give us seats for that night so we weren't left out in the cold with expired tickets. (Now I have to make sure I look at the tickets before writing the dates on the calendar for next year so we don't have this same issue again.) All in all, the Musical was pretty good, if you like The Color Purple, but I don't think I'd ever see it again if given the opportunity. I enjoyed the second act more than the first act. I wasn't very fond of the music, but the production of it was nice.  The performers all did a very good job. There was only one song in the production that I'd even consider listening to again. If you want to see it, go see it, but I'm not putting it on my recommendation list.

When Ariane "dished" about me to her husband via text message during intermission she said I was "a very courteous date."  Isn't that nice of her? I opened doors, I bought her a drink, and I even let her have the aisle seat.

The best part of the night was spending time with Ariane.

SIDE NOTE: Many of my readers may not know that Ariane and I were acquainted long before she married Scott. Ariane, aka "Sister Stevens", was one of the sisters serving in the Washington DC South Mission back in the days that I was also there. I had the opportunity to spend two of my precious days as a missionary serving with Ariane, once when our companions had something they had to do together, and again when she and I drove to Cumberland, MD for a baptism of someone we both taught. I fell madly in love with her all the way back then and had always wished that I could have had her as a companion. I never did get to serve with her, but we did spend time in the same Zones periodically throughout our time in the field. So back last .... um .... October, I think, when Scott told me and John that he was dating Ariane Stevens I couldn't have been more overjoyed. I remember going home with John that night and saying to him "I wish Scott would marry Ariane, that would be so cool." And well... he did, and it is.  She's a great person and oh so loveable. Her personality just makes you want to be her friend. I think my glowing opinion of Ariane when my Mother-in-Law asked me about her helped, at least a little, to prepare the family for Ariane joining us. Because sure, she's not really "one of us" but really, she is. As the new mother of my niece, she's as much a part of the family as any of the rest of us. (And as a side note to my side note: she is a great mommy to my little Lucy. Scott chose good.)

Ariane and I had fun reminiscing about the mission and people and places we knew and loved, we talked about all sorts of things that I don't usually tell people, we talked about Lariann and Lucy, and life and death and family... It was an amazingly wonderful night.

TANGENT: I must admit though that the idea of going out with Ariane frightened me a little. I am not the person that I used to be. That bright girl with the testimony that she knew ten years ago isn't really me anymore. I'm kind of a recluse who spends too much time wallowing in depression and being bitter and self absorbed, but my time with her was like a step out of my life back into what I know I should be. It was a nice breath of fresh air. I didn't want her to see that person I have become and wonder what happened to the other one. I was afraid I'd have nothing to talk to her about and that the evening would be full of awkward pauses and those meaningless conversations that people have because there is noting better to talk about.. but it wasn't like that at all. It was like being back with one of those friends that even though you haven't seen them for years you can just pick up where you left off and just keep going. It was nice to talk to her about Lari, because as a family we have really tried to avoid the topic so as not to offend in Ariane in anyway... but she asked me to tell her about Lariann, and that was refreshing. (Now, In-Laws, this isn't an invitation to swamp poor Ariane with Lariann stories, this is just saying that Ariane would like to know more about Lari because she is a part of her life now. Let Ariane dictate what and when the Lari stories are shared.)

So next week is Thanksgiving. This year has gone by so fast. John and I haven't really accomplished a lot this year, but we have spent a lot of time with our families. We're going to St. George to see his oldest sister for the holiday. Technically this years should have been the Pears Family Thanksgiving since last year was Evans family thanksgiving year, but there were also extenuating circumstances last year that required all the Evans children to be present... if you catch my drift. But this year, we have the opportunity to go to St. George and spend time with both oldest Evans siblings together. - Oldest brother Scot and his wife recently moved to Las Vegas from Jackson, WY so now he's just two hours from Kristin and this year he has the holiday off. So we're making a quick trip to see them and then rushing back to spend time with my oldest sister who is visiting from Washington again. This is going to be a busy holiday weekend. But next year, NEXT YEAR, it's back to the Pears'.

Starting next week it's our 81 days of Hell. Thanksgiving, Christmas Parties, Christmas, New Years, My Birthday, Our 9th Anniversary, John's Birthday and finally... Valentines Day.  It seems that in that entire expanse of time we hardly have time to breathe so if you don't see us, hear from us, or talk to us in the next few months, know that we love you and we'll get back to you in March.

I'm off do do some Christmas shopping... does anyone have any ideas of what I can get John that is not a DVD?

I'm a little bit Country

This should have posted a few weeks ago after we saw the Rider's in the Sky, but I have been too sick/distracted/tired/depressed/busy to post it. It's up now so enjoy this weeks selection.

 

Wyoming Wind

    Bar J Wranglers

 

Wyoming Wind

Silver Spurs
The Old Chisholm Trail
Whoopi Ti Yi Yo
Cool Water
Pinin' for the Pines
Timber Trail
Fiddlin' Man
The Cowboy Song
A Fathers' Love
Lulabelle

A Wind in My Face

 

I first encountered the Bar J Wranglers many years ago when I accompanied my parents on a trip to Jackson Hole, WY for one of dad's Credit Union Board meetings. The Board Members all got to go to dinner at the Bar J Chuckwagon where we got to eat delicious steak and have a old western kind of show... and I loved it. I have been a cowgirl at heart for most of my life, but I didn't have a lot of cowboy music in my repertoire... until then.

I can't say that this is the first Bar J CD that I bought because I made my mom buy me a few that first night, but this is the one I think I have listened to the most over the years.

This music reminds me of my Grandpa Mc. Sure, he never made me listen to this, and I really mostly only remember his as the old guy, but I hear stories of his days as a cowboy and I remember thinking how awesome that would be. (that, and a lot of hard work.) Grandpa always wanted to have the song "Strawberry Roan" sung at his funeral... it wasn't, but I wanted it there too. Sure, that song isn't on THIS CD, but it is on others. In my heart I'm and old west cowgirl who would have rode the range and herded cattle with the best of them, but that's not my lot in this life so I will settle with listening to the music that talks about those days.

This CD includes songs like Silver Spurs that talks of bull riding no matter the cost, and The Cowboy Song that speaks of the hard days on the trail. Both of which often bring a tear to my eye. I think my favorite song on this CD is A Father's Love it makes me cry every time. And you can never go wrong with some cowboy poetry with A Wind In My Face.

If you're looking for some good old country without looking at the Rider's in the Sky, Marty Robbins or Son's of the Pioneers I suggest looking up and listening to The Bar J Wranglers for some yodeling, dancing, and cowboy fun.

Yee Haa!

 

"Let me tell you a secret, about a father's love. It's a secret that my Daddy said was just between us. Daddies don't just love their children every now and then. It's a love without end, amen."

Today is Wednesday

Today is the 314^th day of the year. That makes today Pi Day. Go have yourself a piece of pie today to make yourself happy.

 

I finished reading the Towers of Midnight yesterday. All 861 pages of it. It took me an entire week to finish, but that was mostly due to being sick and tired and having other things that needed to be done. I probably could have finished it in like two days with no distractions. It was pretty good. Not as good as I wanted it to be after waiting nearly 16 years to read it, but it'll do.

 

I think the towers of midnight drained the life out of me. The book has some sort of vampiric effect that makes one have to read it even though your life is being sucked out moment by moment... Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck… Life... Draining... Can't.... Think... Need... More... Balefire...

 

No, but seriously, you should still read it. 

 

Aaah! That's part of the books effect. It sucks the life out of one person and then makes you give it to someone else to read.

 

Nevertheless, the book was pretty good. I have some complaints about it, but I’ll keep those to myself until John finishes. I am not going to say anything about the plot, or what did or did not happen in the book because so many people I know are either currently reading it, or waiting to borrow a copy. But I do suggest reading it. There were some parts that made me smile and one or two passages that made me tear up a little, or at least made me think that I probably should be crying over this or that.

 

Now it's on to reading The Historian. (which looks equally as thick as the last one but it only has 720 pages.) I don't know if I'll actually finish it (or start it) before the end of the year, but I'm going to try.

 

Life is pretty good for the most part. We don’t have anything terrible going on currently. no one has died, no one has smashed our car, no one has been fired, and no one has been arrested so for the most part life is good.

 

I’m just getting over a bit of a sickness that I had over the weekend. I came home from work last Friday and lay down on my bed around 4:30 and didn’t wake up until 10 am the next day. You’d think that that much sleep would make a person feel better, but around 12 on Saturday I decided that I was still tired so I took another 3 hour nap. Yep, I was feeling pretty much like a useless lump and I felt so ill. The weekend just wasn’t working out for me.

 

We did go to church on Sunday though. I think this is the first time again since September. I think we skipped the two weeks of regular services during October. Church was SO loud. I hate the noise it really grates on my nerves so I sat through Fast and Testimony meeting wanting to either leave or put my hands over my ears. But I didn’t do either. I listened like the adult that I am with my hands in my lap.

 

I was really doing pretty good until the Bishop got up near the end of the meeting and said something about the noise to the effect of "God must really trust us to give us all these kids..." and that just sent me into a rut thinking well apparently God just doesn't trust me and that makes me a horrible person and I don't deserve any kids because I’m selfish and rude and even I wouldn't trust me with kids... blah blah blah... I made it through the rest of the block and made it home before I started to bawl. And thus swirled me into the depths of depression mixed with sickness and those two are never a good combination. I thought I felt awful before church, but my evening ended up with a migraine – you know, the good ones with nausea, rainbows (not the good kind) and ice packs.

 

It sucks how you finally think you have this no baby thing under control and you’re totally okay with it and life is okay… and then someone says just the stupidest thing and it just drops you down to where you were before, or worse. (I know he didn’t say it to offend anyone, he was simply stating something that he thought, but to me it just hurt that empty place in my heart.) I'm just frustrated, I guess.

 

I stayed home sick from work on Monday because I felt like crud and I really should have stayed in bed, but with the rage and frustration in me I got up and cleaned my house and put my Halloween decorations away. That was a bad idea because it didn't make me feel any better on either aspect, it just made me more sick.

 

And speaking of Halloween decorations… or just decorations in general – This has been added to my per peeve list recently – I just don’t understand the need some people have to decorate for EVERYTHING. Sure, John and I joke some times about putting hats on the Skull in the living room to mark passing holidays or seasons (Pilgrim hat, bunny ears, new years crown… you know, like those absurd geese that people like to dress up on their lawns.) but really when it comes down to it we decorate for two holidays, and two holidays only: Halloween and Christmas (and Christmas mostly because John says so not because I want to.) Who wants to store all that crap? Who has the time to decorate and redecorate their house on a monthly basis? What’s the point of it all? Does anyone ever really come over to your house to see it? Really? I guess I’m just not one of those kid of peoples. Now if you are one of these kids of people, I’m not trying to be offensive, (I’m just feeling snarky today,) I’m just stating my own personal views. To summarize: Two thumbs down to decorating.

 

What else is there that might be on a happier note. Ummm…

 

I get to go see the Color Purple next week with my adorable friend and new sister-in-law-in-law. I don’t know how I’ll like it, but I’m going. Ariane proclaims that it is one of her favorite stories so since she likes it I’m going to trust her opinion. Maybe I’ll like it more because she will.

 

Harry Potter comes out on 11/19. John and I have our tickets to go see it on the following Monday. We’re going to watch it in IMAX.

Tangled comes out on 11/24 – but we’ll be in St. George for the holiday so we’ll see it when we come back.

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader comes out 12/10 and TRON comes out 12/14 we don’t have tickets for these yet.

 

There are:

14 days until Thanksgiving

44 days until Christmas

63 days until my Birthday

 

Well, that’s it. I have nothing else to say for today.

 

End of Line.

I found them. I found them. I found them!

"Found what?" you may ask... and my answer is:

These!!

Many of you may not know that once upon a time I had a pair of shoes that I loved. They were Ox Blood Red Dr. Martins Mary Jane's with decorative die-cuts across the toes with a silver buckle. Such beautiful shoes.

I got them as a gift from a member of the Annandale Ward in Annandale Virginia. Her name was Sister Mertz. One evening while my companion and I were at their house for dinner Sister Mertz asked me what size shoes I wore. I answered that I wore 8.5 and she said she had some shoes in her closet that would probably fit and that she never wore. She disappeared for a short while and soon re-emerged with these shoes in her hand.

My shoes in their first and last trip to Washington in July 2009

It was love at first sight. The Ox Blood red caught my eye and my heart. They were perfect shoes for me, they fit perfectly, they were my style, they slipped on and off with ease. Ah! I loved them. I have even composed poetry about them. But Alas, as all things in this world go, they reached the end of their usefulness. They were pretty much dead in 2008, but it took me a whole other year to throw them away. I was so attached to those shoes.

Since then I have looked and looked to find a new pair of those shoes. I have bought shoes that might be okay, and shoes that were cute, I even bought a pair of Union Jack Boots that I love now, but they can't replace the shoes I miss. My sister-in-law even bought me red Mary Jane slippers to help fill the gap, but it just wasn't working.

Most of these shoes I have bought to replace the dead ones are junk. They have been Payless shoes, or clearance DSW shoes, and Target shoes... but they just don't cut it. One pair fell apart, one pair stretched so now they don't fit, and the other pair wreaks havoc on my poor knees.
Not to long ago at dinner I said to John "I need new shoes." and he didn't argue, stating that shoes are a necessity of life and if I need new shoes just buy some... He didn't know what kind of can of worms that opened. I decided that if I buy another pair of shoes I'm buying some GOOD shoes. While perusing the Dr. Martin website I found the shoes above. And I knew they were for me. So red, so shiny it was like being in the Mertz apartment all over again, falling in love.

Happy Holidays!

Guy Fawkes Day Poem

Traditional British

Remember, remember, the 5th of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot ;
I know of no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,
'Twas his intent.
To blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below.
Poor old England to overthrow.
By God's providence he was catch'd,
With a dark lantern and burning match

Holloa boys, Holloa boys, let the bells ring
Holloa boys, Holloa boys, God save the King!

Hip hip Hoorah !
Hip hip Hoorah !

A penny loaf to feed ol'Pope,
A farthing cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down,
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar,'
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head,
Then we'll say: ol'Pope is dead.

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

- Accept Creason’s Help -

Creason stands over you watching you pack, but suddenly he turns and crouches next to you. “Come Bearer, the sisters are coming.”

His urgent tone hurries you along and soon you have your cloak back around your shoulders. It’s easier to wear it than to carry it you determined. The two of you hurry out of the cave and back on to the path you had been following before.

“Do you know the way out?” You ask.

“I have a general idea,” Creason replies, but he looks in several directions before pointing a finger. “This way, I believe.”

“You believe?”

“You’re the one with the guide Bearer. Perhaps you should ask him.” He said, pointing to the raven that was swooping circles in the air before you.

“Harry,” you call, sticking out your arm, and your raven flies to you, perching on your wrist. He stares at you, his head tilted to the side. Taking a deep breath you throw out a hope that this bird can under stand you. “Get us out of here.”

“Caaw!” he screeches at you before launching off your arm and taking flight. You watch as he flies away, banking to the left and disappearing around a corner. It only takes a moment for you to realize that you should probably be following him.

The air is so heavy with heat you find it hard to breathe; your foot falls becoming heavier as you go. The silence is oppressing, broken only by the periodic call of Harry if you fall too far behind.

“The mouth isn’t very far from Here.” Creason assures you, punctuated by a caw from your raven as though he were agreeing.

After walking for what seemed like hours through the heat the entrance to the caverns appears before you as a gaping black hole in the red rocks. You are so glad to see it you start to run to the exit, each step bringing you closer to real air.

Thump thump thump thump, your footfalls echo behind you as you finally break free of the oppressiveness of the heat that you close your eyes as you step into the open breathing deeply of the fresh cool air. You’re about to take another step when Creason grabs the back of your shirt and pulls you back.

“You may be the Bearer, but you are not wise.” He growls.

You open you eyes and glare at him before you notice that he is looking at the ground before you, or the lack there of. In front of you there is a small ledge about the width of your shoulders and then a sheer drop off that is lined with dense pines thousands of feet below.

“We can go down that way if you wish.” Creason says, pointing at a series of narrow switchbacks that cut straight down the side of the cliff, “Or, we can use the river trail.” Pointing in another direction you see that the narrow ledge you’re standing on wraps around the side of the cliff face and out of sight.

You watch as Harry files in circles high in the air, not giving you any further direction.


WHAT DO YOU DO?

Take the Switchbacks down
Follow the Narrow Ledge


I've given this some extra time. You have until Midnight 11/12/2010 to vote for the next step.

Happy Trails to You

Last night was fun.

It was the first "date night" we have had in a while. We've spent the last two months of  date nights home watching horror movies, so it was nice to get out again and get ourselves some culture.Well, our evening started when John and I went to The Desert Edge Brewery for dinner. Yumm. It's in Trolley Square and it is always good food. After dinner it was off to Abravanel Hall for some musical entertainment.

This week is the Heber City Cowboy Poetry Gathering and Buckaroo Fair up in Heber City, UT (if you couldn't guess from the name) and the Riders in the Sky kicked off the week of events with a concert at Abravanel Hall in Salt Lake City with the Utah Symphony. Let me just say that it was awesome.

I love the Rider's in the Sky. (They are almost as high in my book of Cowboy Singers as the Bar J Wranglers.) Remember back in the early 90's (1991 - 1992) they had a short run of Saturday morning TV. After Pee-wee Herman went off the air in 1990 the Riders got his set. I remember watching them. I enjoyed them back then, and I enjoy them now.

They had a couple of opening acts with Sourdough Slim who plays the accordion and sings cowboy songs, and also there was Waddie Mitchell who tells Cowboy poetry. I wasn't too impressed with Sourdough, but I do love some cowboy Poetry.

They sang some songs I knew, and some songs I didn't. They also did a few songs from Disney since they wrote a lot of the music for Toy Story 2, and they preformed the music while we watched the Pixar short film called "For The Birds" that was included with "Monsters, Inc" when it was in theaters. Yeah, they wrote that music.

So the show was good and we were glad we went even though John complained all the way to there. Yes, he enjoyed it to once it started. He says he prefers the Riders in the Sky to all the other Cowboy music I listen to.

Perhaps next summer I can drag myself out of my cool house in the middle of July to see the Riders in the Sky for free. (They usually perform at the Layton Park in the summer time)

 

Halloween Movie Month - Final Week 9

Survival of the Dead (2009) - Yes, this is another in the "of the Dead" series. This one was about a couple of soldiers who made a brief appearance in the Diary of the Dead and the stragglers they picked up along the way. Mostly it's about an island off of Delaware called plum and the decades old feud between two old men and their families. It is also proposed in the film that may, just maybe we can get the zombies to eat the animals instead of eating the humans... but John and I both agreed that that is a stupid idea because what will the zombies do when they don't have anymore animals to eat? that's right, they'll just go back to eating humans. There is some foul language and some zombie gore, but pretty tame for some of the movies we have watched lately.

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The Army of Darkness (1992) - This is a classic movie for all to love. We have been on a Bruce Campbell kick lately, and this movie fit the bill for what we were looking for. This is the third installment of the Evil Dead movies after Ash is sucked into a swirling vortex he finds himself in a medieval world where he has to obtain the Necronomicon, battle an army of darkness, save the girl and return to his own time. I love so much about this movie: the two-headed Ash, the mini-mirror Ashes, the army of the dead, the cheesy dialogue "Gimme some sugar, Baby" - it's just a great movie all around. I don't recall to much swearing, and there is a little bit of gore, but for the most part it's a pretty clean film that most of the family can enjoy. I don't know why we don't own it yet.

*

From Dusk to Dawn (1996) - Quentin Tarantino and George Clooney. What can I say about this movie. There were parts of it I liked, there were parts of it I hated. It took too long to get to the Vampires, and the version we watched had too much naked and vulgar language. This is one of those movies that was entertaining, but I think it would probably do better to watch it as a TV edit. There was lots of blood, lots of swearing, lots of inappropriate verbiage, and not enough action.

*

Predators (2010) - I was expecting more action, and more from Laurence Fishburne. But I was disappointed. John and I spent the movie deciding who would be the next to go. There was not enough Predator involvement in the film. For being such bad-ass aliens they sure weren't trying to hard to hunt their prey in this one. There were some parts that were quite funny, and some that were just stupid. There was a lot of swearing, and not too much gore. If you're a fan of the Predator movies you might as well watch it. That's why we did. but as a whole, there are other Predator movies I'd rather watch instead.

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Open Graves (2009) - The reason we rented this movie... Eliza Dushku. She's my girl crush. I have all sorts of weird dreams about her all the time. (And just in case you're ever trapped in a crashing airplane with her and she tells you that she knows how to fly - it's a lie - good thing I woke up from that one. Yeah, I'm a dork, I know.) Anyways... this movie was not so bad, but no where close to good. a bunch of youths gather to play a cursed game and all goes wrong, people die and a wish is granted but it's not a happy ending. Would I tell some one else to rent this move. Not likely.

 

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Well, that's the end of our Halloween Movie Month(s). We had fun and watched a lot of movies. Some were good. Most were bad. We really slacked off this last week and didn't finish watching some of the favorites we have in our personal collection, but they're always there for watching when ever we want.

 

I was asked to keep an eye out to see if there any movies we watched this year that are teenager appropriate... Lets see:

 

Disturbia (2009)

Blood: The Last Vampire (2009)

The Mist (2007)

Garfield's Halloween Adventure (1985)

Will Vinton's: Claymation Halloween Special (1987)

Silver Bullet (1985)

Army of Darkness (1992)

Drag Me To Hell (2009)

Alien Apocalypse (2005)

 

And here are some that we didn't watch this year I I wouldn't mind letting my teenager watch:

 

What Lies Beneath (2000)

Sleepy Hollow (1999)

Ghost Busters (1984)

Ghost Busters II (1989)

Evil Dead (1981)

Evil Dead II (1987)

Hocus Pocus (1993)

The Black Cauldron (1985)

CreepShow (1982)

It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (1966)

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

The Frighteners (1996)

Clue (1985)

 

There are other, but I don't have my DVD folder in front of me so this is all I can think of off the top of my head. 

As a parent of teenagers you may agree or disagree with my choices, but these are movies that I deem youth appropriate, or are movies that I watched as a teenager that haven't scared me for life.