People Like Us

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This past Tuesday night we went to a screening of People Like Us starring Chris Pine, Elizabeth Banks, Olivia Wilde, and Michelle Pfeiffer.

Sometimes there are movies that entertain only and sometimes there are movies that sit in your heart and mind and stir around for days and days – maybe even longer. People Like Us is in that second category.

Here’s the official blurb:

“On the day his latest deal collapses, fast-talking salesman Sam receives the news that his father has died. Sam reluctantly returns home to settle his father’s estate. In the course of carrying out the man’s last wishes, Sam discovers the existence of a 30-year-old sister named Frankie, whom he never knew about. As Sam and Frankie get to know each other, Sam must re-examine both his perceptions about his family and his own life choices.”

Seems pretty predictable, no? Here’s the truth: yes AND no. In fact, right before the movie started one of my girls asked if my husband was going to write a review as well. I looked at her and said, “If he really likes the movie he will write a review of it, even though he doesn’t have to.” He grinned and we both knew he probably wouldn’t end up writing a review.

Two hours later I looked at him again and I knew: I knew he WOULD be writing a review. Craig summed up the redemptive quality behind People Like Us in a way I only wish I could. Really, go read his review.

Here’s the trailer for the movie:

And my quick caveat: This is a PG-13 movie and it has definitely earned that rating. I can usually tolerate a handful of “language” in movies when it makes sense in the context of the story. This one overdid it a bit and I don’t recommend taking kids to this for that reason alone. There is also a very brief sexual scene I quickly turned and covered up my kids’ eyes on too. Just wanted to warn you out there, but the PG-13 tag should be heeded in this case.

Those things aside, if you are looking for good story-telling and a predictable, yet not annoyingly so, plot, add People Like Us to your list of movies to watch. And think about.

You can find People Like Us:

We received free movie tickets for the purpose of review. All thoughts are my own.

Mirror, Mirror On the Wall…

…Who’s the weariest of us all?

I am CERTAINLY not claiming the title of weariest of us all, not by a long shot. But this has been the June that has officially kicked us in the pants and we’re pretty much ready for it to be over already.

Here’s a quick recap:

  • My husband and I went to upstate New York for a weekend conference and I coordinated the mother of all childcare plans for our four kids whom we left behind for that weekend. It was a fast and furious weekend, not so much on the relaxing side, but a really great trip. Just really exhausting too.
  • Right after that I coordinated our all-school resale event, the planning of which took the better part of that next week. The event itself took all day Friday and Saturday.
  • Immediately after that our good friends from St. Louis came to visit us for a week. We wish they would just move here to Oklahoma City already.
  • Then one of our teachers got married.
  • Then our whole family went to the ACCS conference in Dallas for five days.
  • We got home from that and discovered Colorado Springs was on FIRE. We lived there for 13 years and half of our hearts are still there. The camp my husband directed for much of that time was almost destroyed. It was a very emotional and tense week. In the midst of that we went on a 3-day trip with another family which was good for a hundred different reasons.
  • We just got back from that and now have a handful of significant household issues to deal with. We just need to be home longer than 45 seconds in order to deal with them.

Why am I telling you all of this? It’s because we need a break, y’all. A little break.

Mirror, Mirror is just what the doctor is ordering. I haven’t seen it yet, but all of my girls have. We just got a copy in the mail along with some goodies to host a little Mirror, Mirror Spa Party. I’m thinking one of those foot massager things very well may be on the event list that night. *grin*

I’ll be back with an update on the fun things we do at the party really soon!

Eagle Lake Camp

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(photo by Andrew Brown)

This is not the cute "What We Did at Summer Camp" post that I was hoping to be able to write next month.

Nor is this the "I Wrote About Eagle Lake Camp on the Build-A-Bear Workshop" post that I've been meaning to write for the past month.

Instead, this is a grieving post. Though our physical selves are in Oklahoma City right now, our hearts are in Colorado Springs.

Craig gives a pretty good explanation of what's been going on there this week.

I don't know if you've been following along, but let's just say that things have gotten a bit worse since then.

I could post links to maps and news and updates, but we know what anyone else knows based on press conferences and #WaldoCanyonFire twitter updates. There is much we don't know at this point.

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This map is from Wednesday morning's update, and Eagle Lake is that little spot in the middle of all the red. Again, we do not know what what this means yet (for obvious reasons, none of our people can get up there yet to find out), but we know that firefighters have been using camp as a staging area and using the lake itself to help fight the fire. Miraculously, camp has only lost one cabin to date.

My Eagle Lake story began in 1993 after my freshman year of college at Oklahoma State University. Though we started a new chapter in 2005 when we left Colorado to start seminary, The Navigators organization is still very much part of our story: Craig and I met at Eagle Lake; we and many of our friends married during our Eagle Lake years; we started our families together; we are family.

In the midst of the waiting, the praying, and the crying yesterday, I wanted to remember. I wanted my kids to remember. I pulled out all of our family scrapbooks and laughed all afternoon. And cried. And remembered.

The quality of photos in the slideshow below is about as low as the style of the hair (this was the early 90's, when neither digital cameras nor reasonable haircuts were around) so that disclaimer should cover a multitude of pixel and style sins.

 

 

Last night, Craig sent this out on Twitter: "No words and Psalm 121:1 too close for comfort: "I lift up my eyes to the hills. Where does my help come from?" Help, Lord. #waldocanyonfire

Help, Lord. Please.