I watched the "special" Jon and Kate last night. I cried.  Poor wee kiddos. Poor Jon and poor Kate.  

I don't think I can continue to watch this show. Who wants to watch the painful dissolution of a marriage? Not me, that's for sure.

We went to see "Up" last night. I liked it.  I especially liked the first thirty minutes of the movie, particularly the four minute wordless montage that sums up the happy life and romance of Carl and Ellie.  It made me cry.  No big deal.

The rest of the movie was endearing, and colorful and beautiful in the way all of Disney/Pixar's films are.  I think this might be my least favorite though.  The story, which started out so wonderfully, felt a little banal and increasingly ingratiating towards the end.  Oh well. Also, 3D movies give me headaches.  

A Partial List Of Things That The World Seems To Love And Yet Towards Which I Remain Curiously Unimpressed

* Beer

* Twitter

* Engagement Photos

* Wedding Videographers

* Proactiv

* BareMinerals Makeup

* Gladiator Sandals

* Crocs

* Horror Films

* The Davinci Code

* Nascar

* Professional Hockey

* Miley Cyrus

* Skinny Jeans

* Jodi Picoult

* Cruises

* Manicures

* American Idol

* Diamonds

* Long/Painted Fingernails

* Tanning Beds / Use of Self Tanner

* Coach Bags

* Buffets

Hmm, I'm sure there are more. 

What about you?

Daffodils

by William Wordsworth

I wander'd lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at one I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay;

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee;

A poet could not be but gay,

In such jocund company:

I gazed--and gazed--but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.