Movie Review: Just Go With It

I hesitantly watched Just Go With It last night, with Adam Sandler, Brooklyn Decker, and Jennifer Aniston. I was hesitant because I loathe movies with a plot that revolves around easily avoidable chaos that is caused by one character’s pointless lie.

I could tell from the previews this movie was going to be just that. But I gave it a shot.

For the first hour, I was equal parts annoyed and entertained. But I swear I did not stop laughing the whole time. Even with a storyline that revolved around poop jokes, fake accents, and boob references, something about the dialogue in an Adam Sandler movie is, without fail, FU-NNY!

The last hour was pure pleasure, laughter, and happy endings. Just the way I like my Rom-Coms.

Adam Sandler is so charming in a role that finally does not have him mocking mentally challenged people. And Jennifer Aniston is spot on, hilarious, and beautiful. And Brooklyn Decker sure as shit ain’t going to win an Academy Award, but she’s cute and hot so who cares.

Rent this. If it doesn’t make you laugh out loud, I’ll personally reimburse you for the $1 Redbox fee.

It takes two

Yesterday my husband informed me that he bought a surfboard. I'd been trying to talk him out of it all summer, but now I'm glad he got the damn thing so he can stop talking about it.

He claimed he got a good deal because the owner was originally asking $550 and he got it for $450. I don't usually talk about specific dollar amounts because I think it's rude. But for the sake of impact, I had to here. Because guess what husband, that’s still a buttload of money.

If I wanted to buy a dress that was originally $1000 it wouldn't exactly be a "good deal" if I talked the seller down to $900. Anyway, the funniest apart about the whole conversation was what reaffirmed my notion that he should never, ever be a salesperson.

He actually said, "Oh, well maybe you could go out with me sometime. The guy who sold it to me said it was really great for couples' surfing." And, yes, he meant on the same surfboard. He was trying hard to make me feel good about that $550.

Yeeeah...No. I don't even swim in the ocean for fear of sharks, and I sure as hell am not about to linger out there for hours every afternoon while my husband learns how to surf with me on the board. That can't be good for our relationship. And I know I can't be good for his buoyancy.

Weakling

Recently I decided to sign up for a 30-day risk free trial at the Gold’s Gym near my house. Since I won’t be living there forever (God willing), I didn’t want to get forced into some 6-year gym contract, so this seemed like a good alternative to either signing away my life or walking the same 4ish mile path for the 600th time outside.

I have always heard that Gold’s Gym is a pretty hardcore gym for weight lifters and meat heads. And now I know I heard right.

I think I am the only patron in there that doesn’t have 6 pack abs and/or arm muscles the size of the average thigh. That being said, when I walked in there last week with my book in hand, ready to sit back on the bike and pedal for a bit, I got some really disapproving stares. Not only was I not wearing weight lifting gloves or carrying around literature about muscle mass and cardio intervals, I was reading the popular tween trilogy Catching Fire. So not physically fit.

I am enjoying my brief stint at Gold’s Gym, but whenever my trial is up I think I might have to go back to walking at a steady 15-minute mile pace on a flat concrete road. The only other athletes I pass there are pre-teens and senior citizens on their Beach Cruisers. They are really more on my fitness level.

Last Pedi of Summer

This totally pointless sign is hanging up in the local salon my mom and I go to. NAILS.

Thank you Captain Obvious!

That's like if you worked in a sandwich shop and just put up pictures of sandwiches with the word Sandwiches. Obvious...yes. But effective...no.

I'm too sexy for my regular head

My sister sent me this picture. She found these "manniquens" in the front display of a very fancy department store in London.

What the hell? Is alien-baby chic a new thing that I missed by not buying last month's In Style magazine? If alien-baby-head-style is right, I DO want to be wrong.

My sister said she could be a model for this store on a day with a really bad hangover. :)

Mrs. Awkward

Changing your name when you get married is so weird. I am definitely still trying to get used to it. I always feel like I have to explain myself when I meet someone that knows my parents or family, but don’t know that I’m related to them. Like, “I’m Jane Dear. I used to be Jane Doe. You might know my parents, John and Jane Doe. So basically I’m Jane Doe Dear. Part of the Doe family.” Oops, I’ve said too much.

That might make little sense, but basically I just live in an area where some people know my extended family and I feel the need to inform people that I am part of a real family, and not a random solitary transplant from planet “OH MY GOD I'M AWKWARD.”

The first time I felt really stupid about it was when I went with my parents and sister to my dad’s boarding school for a reunion sort of thing right after I got married. Everyone was John Doe, Jane Doe, and Sister Doe, and then here comes random ol’ me with this unmatched last name out of nowhere (My husband wasn’t there, to make matters me more awkward). Then I ended up sounding like a baby explaining like, “That’s my dad, and my mom, and my sister.” Like maybe I was reminding myself of my family tree because I’m so “simple” that I might get lost later and need someone to call my parents.

It didn’t help that I was wearing a blazer that made me look like the manager of a local Hampton Inn. People probably thought I crashed the party and was soliciting hospitality services.

I love my husband, adore his family, and feel like a confident, capable person with my new name. But I’m still thinking that a strong hyphen might have added to my ability to socialize.