German flick

September 17, 2007

When Pan’s Labyrinth didn’t win best foreign film this year, I cursed the German film “The Lives of Others” as inferior and worthy of disdain. This was my initial reaction. Then I began to read some reviews, and accepted that it might be good — just not good enough for an Oscar. My curiosity grew stronger, until I finally started looking for the movie at our local video shop.

Carlos surprised me with a copy of it on Saturday night, the night the teenager stayed at a friend’s house and we had some precious couple of hours to ourselves after the baby went to bed. The movie was wonderful, and I can see now why it beat out Pan … although I still think it was an incredibly close call.

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It deals with the east German secret police, or “Stasi,” and their efforts to smear a good-hearted writer who has just debuted a new play. The movie explores the complexity of running a police state, and the ways powerful men can use their personal weaknesses¬† against others. As much as there are villains in the film there are also amazing heroes. It is set in divided Germany in 1984, years before the fall of the Berlin Wall. The film is a love story, thriller, history lesson, character study and poignant drama. I’m glad I saw it.

mama shopping

September 17, 2007

I did something this weekend I haven’t really done since last fall when we started our new jobs. I finally got some new clothes. They are in part to accommodate my new belly, and also to give me a little more confidence by not wearing clothes that are nearing three years old.

I spent just under $200, and got: a fall coat, a pair of maternity pin stripe pants, maternity khakis, a dressy black shirt for work, a casual long sleeve T for work, a cute green top with polka dots and puff sleeves, a red v-neck top (also with dots and cute sleeves) and a loose black top with yellow flowers that can be dressed up or down. I’m proud of what I got because none of the tops are maternity shirts but will last me through most of the pregnancy. I loathe maternity shirts! But I can’t get around the maternity pants unless I want to wear elastic waist plus-size pants (yuck). I’m surprised at how cute the pants I got are. What really convinced me to get them is that they don’t look like maternity pants. They both have zippers and buttons on the front, belt loops, and the secret trick is elastic on the back section. That’s easily concealed with the tops I got.

I felt a little guilty considering the baby needs new fall and winter clothes, and Carlos hasn’t got new clothes in a while either. But at least his clothes still fit. The baby is next in line for clothes, and I feel comfortable knowing I can get him clothes to last him until spring for under $100. Of course after that he’ll never wear those clothes again. Must be nice.

Random

September 12, 2007

Am listening to Thom Yorke Eraser album. Counting down the minutes to head home from work. Have already depleted my brain function for the day, and am getting little to no work done anyway. The natural cycle of the end of the day. Let’s see, what else is on my mind. I desperately need new maternity clothes. And shoes. The threads I’m wearing are slightly older than my son, who turns 2 in a couple of months. Totally unacceptable. I’d try my hand at making some dresses or loose blouses if I had any energy at the end of the day. It hit me yesterday what a tough job it is to manage a home. We get home and need to unload the dishwasher and load the dirty dishes that have piled up in the sink. I need to prep for dinner, which means getting more dishes dirty and loaded. During that time, someone needs to play with Diego and give him a snack if he’s cranky or thirsty. I wish I could do it all but I can’t. I know Carlos is exhausted as well. And we don’t want to pressure Itzul, the teenager, with too much housework. We’d rather she focus on her homework and keeping her room in order. Last night the dishes got done, everyone got fed, Diego only fussed a while, got to run around outside, and then I got a glance at the spilling over laundry in the hamper by the washer and dryer. I had a vision of the two loads of clean clothes in our bedroom that still had to be folded and put away. My head started to throb. But luckily Carlos lent a hand and we got one load washed and most everything that was already clean put away. Which just leads to another day. It might be time to research a cleaning lady. I’m not sure I can stand to spend my only free time, weekends and after work, doing chores and sweeping or scrubbing.