What is this post about, anyway?

You know what's hard about blogging? What's hard is, I get blog ideas ALL the time. But of course, I'm not in a situation to be blogging at any and all times and so the ideas have to wait. Sigh. And sometimes they wait some more. And then I have trouble remembering what I was really going to say and how I was going to say it and why it was a cool idea for a blog post in the first place.

By the way, wasn't I going to put vacation pictures up here sometime?
Maybe later.
When I remember all the stuff I was going to say.
Maybe I should start putting this stuff down in that little notebook I keep in my purse (note to Hannah: If you don't carry a tiny notebook, you really should. You are the kind of person who would use and greatly benefit from one. These days, my notebook mostly serves as a distraction for little fingers).

So, Saturday I got a date, and there was much rejoicing. We went to see "Julie & Julia", which was really nice of Jason since he wanted to see G.I. Joe. But, being the fantastic husband he is, and knowing that I would get no enjoyment out of Mr. Joe, he agreed to enthusiastically watch yet another chick flick with me. Jason is very good at that.

"Julie & Julia" had a lot for me to appreciate. There's the cooking side, of course. I don't claim to be a great cook, but I do aspire to prepare many sorts of recipes -- and some turn out better than others. However, I will say that I think I've been doing a lot more of the better sort in recent years (and I think Jason would agree). Cooking is something that Jason and I both enjoy, so it was fun to see a movie about that.

Then there was the writing side. I felt like my emotions went up and down with the prospects of both of these women's writing endeavors. I was so happy when Julia opened the copy of her cookbook, even though I knew it was going to happen for her -- being Julia Child, and all.

But you know what I think really made me like this movie? I think it was the fact that in this movie there were two married couples who really loved each other. Neither wife was a demeaning, nagging freak, and neither husband was a slovenly, snide couch potato. Instead, I saw wives who looked at their husbands adoringly. They knew that whatever person they became in the end was shaped largely by their man. I watched husbands who loved their wives in spite of/because of their quirks. Husbands that listened, and talked their wives through problems, and motivated them to keep going. I watched a husband comfort his crying wife; and a wife who recognized that she could never appreciate her husband enough, but she could stop taking him for granted.

And so, Jason and I left the theater with our emotions swimming around our lungs. We went home and cleaned up feeling quite satisfied with loving each other. I sang jazzy tunes that have never before been written. And we smiled as we remembered our dinner. We were going to grab a burger after the movie, but somehow that just didn't seem right. So we ended up at an Italian restaurant instead. And we savored every bite.