Boys Over Flowers

Hulu’s first recommendation for me was Boys Over Flowers. After the beauty and amazing cinematography that was Cheese in the Trap, I had kind of high expectations. The first episode was loud and rough. Some of the sound effects were very game show like. I almost didn’t finish it because I thought it was just too silly. I’m glad I stuck with it though. Although it could be a little ridiculous at times, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

The female lead is an unlikely heroine. She is obnoxious and LOUD. The more I came to know her, the more I loved her though.

As cliché as it may be, I love me a bad boy turned good through the love of a girl, but that’s not exactly what happened here. I feel it can be argued that the male lead experienced some growth before he had won the love of the girl. It was this change that helped him win her loyalty.

I adored how fiercely loyal she was. Even when things were difficult or appeared like they may never be together, she still remained steadfast and did not waffle between male characters as is typical with a “love triangle.”

Another thing I really liked was the male lead’s friends. They ended up coming to love the female lead in their own way and were her greatest champions. Even if it came to protecting her from their own friend, they were there for her.

So if you’re looking for a show full of growth that focuses on friendship, this is the one for you.

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Today, after lunch, we had two very angry little girls I had to take care of so CJ took MJ outside to help him mow the lawn. Shortly after I heard the lawnmower stop, I went into the kitchen to get some water. CJ was showing MJ how to swing a bat and they were having a great time with each other. They had no idea I was watching and I’m glad I was able to catch such a moment. It made my heart melt. I am blessed to have those wonderful boys and my beautiful girls.

For Aqua Waves of Grain

After a two month break for the holidays, my church school class which composes of eight boys could not remember my name. As they are seventh grade boys and I am sure I am part of a not-so-favorite part of their days, I tried not to let my feelings be hurt. I wanted them to remember on their own, so I tried giving them hints.

I told them my name begins with an A. They began guessing and guessed every A name I have ever heard except my own. I then added that my name is a color. They all thought for a moment before one yelled, “AQUA!” My response, “My parents weren’t hippies, so no.” I told them it was part of “America the Beautiful” and you could see them singing the song to themselves. Finally, one boy guessed correctly. Then there was a large argument over whether AMBER really is a color or not.

After we moved on to more important things, we went on a slight tangent and began telling bad, pun-ny jokes. My favorite, which I had not heard before, was WHEN IS A DOOR NOT A DOOR? WHEN IT’S AJAR. Get it? lol. Unfortunately, I had to spend the next few minutes attempting to explain this to the one boy who did not get it. He did not know that a cracked door is AJAR which is like A JAR…He never did get it. I had to tell them to drop it so we could get back to more important matters.

Oh, these boys. They are crazy, but I love them.

D and D

Yesterday, some boys came into the community center where I work. They are part of a group who plays Dungeons and Dragons every Wednesday.

This particular day, they asked me if I wanted to play with them. To be honest, I have always wanted to play it, just to see what it was like. The boys were there from 2:30pm to 4:30pm and all we accomplished in this time was making characters. I had no idea how much was involved!

You had to decided your class, then your race. Pick a name and occupation for yourself. Choose weapons and special abilities. Note down armor stats and roll to see how much dexterity, etc that you had.

There were five boys in total that day, plus they were making characters for some that were not there. I think they were very excited that a girl was going to be playing with them. Next Wednesday we are supposed to be starting our campaign (at least that is what I think it is called). I am not going to lie, I am probably a little more excited than I should be. I have no idea how to play or what is going to happen, but as I am stocked with a longbow and punching daggers, I think I will be alright 🙂

My First Date

At work tonight, I was talking with one of my girlfriends about old boyfriends. You know how the conversation goes: I do not know why I dated him, he was such a jerk, he was not even cute, etc. The boy I went out on my very first date with though, I will always brag about him 🙂

I met Sean in our Confirmation class. There really are not a lot of better places to meet a boy. He was smart, funny, and unbelievably good looking. I still cannot really believe that we dated at all.

I had never met him before this class because even though he was a country boy, he went to an all boys’ school in the city. He played football and rugby. He was tan with dark brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Are you getting the picture yet? Who ever meets boys like this in real life?

After the first couple meetings of the class, he started making it a priority to be in my group. Being only 16 at the time, I just thought he was being nice and that he, being an outsider, just felt more comfortable being in the same group all the time because of the familiarity of it.

He asked me questions about school, about the sports I played, about my job. Again, I thought he was only being friendly. He asked me about my friends, what I did for fun, did I have a boyfriend. I still hang my head over how clueless I was.

We had somehow never seen each other at church and it came out that we just always attended masses at different times. Now with the knowledge of when I would be at church, he must have been waiting outside in his car one Saturday night. As soon as people starting pouring out the front door, he hurriedly pushed his way inside.

My mother was the first to see him. “Isn’t that Sean?” she asked me.

I immediately perked up, saw him, and (after being pushed in his direction) went over to see why he had appeared. He led me back over to my parents, looked at my father and said, “Sir, I would like to take Amber out to dinner. Is that ok?”

“Now?” My father is a man of many words…

I had a mini panic attack thinking first of all, that my father would say no. Secondly, I was embarassed about my outfit choice. Who wants to go out on a date with the most handsome boy they have ever seen while wearing your church clothes?

My mother, ever helpful, nudged my father who agreed I could go with Sean as long as he had me home by curfew. He agreed and we walked out to his truck. The thing was a monster. You needed to step up on a platform in order to climb in it. Unfortunately, there was no platform on the passenger side of the truck. Sean was kind enough to hold my door open for me, but being shy and embarassed, he did not offer to help me up. I unceremoniously jumped/launched myself into the cab of the truck.

I could feel the flush on my face as he walked around to his side and got in. Not a SINGLE word was spoken the entire way to the pizza palor he took me to. While we were waiting in line to order our food, I did something that I am more than glad he did not notice.

At this point in my life, I was obsessed with this pair of brown clogs that I wore until they fell apart. While standing next to Sean, I could not decide if he was actually taller than me. I slipped one foot out of my shoe and put my socked foot on the floor. Relief spread through my body as I realized that he was more than a head taller than me.

We had a pleasant meal, saw each other a few more times, and then, as relationships with seniors tend to go, petered out after a few months. He was preparing to go to school and I was just glad we had the fun we did.

The first time he had called the house and left a message on our answering machine (totally dating myself- oh boy!) my mother happened to check the messages and was so excited on my behalf that she wrote down his phone number on the nearest thing. This happened to be the box for the game of LIFE. To this day, that telephone number is on the side of the box at my parents’ house. CJ has seen it before and he thinks the story is quite funny. He is glad that when I met him I was much less oblivious as we never would have started dating if it were not for me. That, however, is a story for another time.