Pride and Cucumbers

I've been contemplating a few things this week, one of them being the age old question "What is your favorite movie?" 

I've pretty much always said the Kiera Knightly version of "Pride and Prejudice."  I feel happy when I watch that movie. My only dilemma is that it seems that it is every BYU girl's favorite movie. 

And I can't ever explain *why* its my favorite.

So I've been trying to figure out what I want my favorite movie to be and letting it percolate in my mind.

This week I went to my Aunt's for a girls night. We decided to watch "You've Got Mail" with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan.

I've seen the movie before, but this night it hit me: THIS is my favorite movie! I was laughing, almost crying, and totally in love with the characters and their interaction. It was quirky and cute. I feel the main character is my spirit animal. 

I hadn't told my aunt about my movie dilemma or epiphany, but 5 minutes after I made my decision that this was my favorite movie, she says, "I think this movie is based off of Pride and Prejudice." 

Boof.

First of all: mind blown, because it totally is.

Second of all: I just have to accept the fact that Pride and Prejudice is my favorite movie. That's all there is to it. 

It reminds me of the time when I was trying to expand my vegetable horizon because all I would get on my Subway sandwiches was cucumbers and lettuce. And lettuce doesn't even count. Everybody gets lettuce. 

One day, I decided to try pickles on my sub. It was a hit! I was so proud of myself, I had tried a new vegetable and liked it! 

Then it dawned on me that pickles were just another form of cucumber. I had to put the kibash on my little dance party. 

So in honor of this experience here is quote from the "You've Got Mail":

Joe Fox (main dude): The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don't know what the... they're doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino

The Piano Note

A few weeks ago, I found myself home alone for the first time since coming home from my mission. Now, I have been known as "paranoid" before, I prefer the word "cautious." However, I think that this experience would have freaked anyone out. 

 Five minutes after my dad left, I was doing my thing upstairs in my room..... cleaning......doing first things first..... and then I heard a piano note downstairs. A note on the piano was played loud and clear and I was in my house BY MYSELF.

Thought process:

1. Where is my pepper spray?

2. Wow, I can't tell if I should feel proud or pathetic that I found my pepper spray that fast.

3. Daisy (my dog) can't play the piano.

4. What kind of sick-in-the-head murderer plays a piano note to let his victim know that he's in the house??

5. Maybe something just fell onto the piano and hit a key..........OR maybe a murderer accidentally knocked something over and it hit a key.
6. Call my dad.

Risking being heard by the attacker, I called my dad and whispered my plight to him.

It was at this point that he explained that when he gets emails, his computer makes a piano sound.

I only partially believed him and surveyed the house with my pepper spray before continuing to clean and watch Andy Griffith.