Oh the joys of daughters! My Marnie had this terrific party all themed around "Tangled" movie. A few things were from the store, but her cupcake Rapunzel Tower and her boats of seas of blue jello in clear cups were just darn cute.
Movies! I haven't seen a real movie since the last Twilight and that was without Steve. He loves cartoon movies, so that's what we see. This movie was not original in any way. Okay, I'll say that it was MADE to not to be an original. It was created from a bunch of movies, but if was a spoof, that would have been something else. It wasn't a spoof and if you've seen the trailers or advertizing for the movie, you've seen the movie. I complained about the movie and Steve said, "Oh, the cartoon and people combination was done well." "I couldn't tell that the bunny wasn't even real." I don't think that Steve ever says anything bad about, hummm....he just doesn't criticize or find fault. No one really reads my blog, so for my grown children, this is my review: Don't waste your money taking your whole family to see this movie. It would be better to see it on your Netflix or whatever rental deal you all have going... and don't buy it. My Tressa would be the exception to this because she actually saw the Easter Bunny, for real.
Tressa saw the Easter Bunny in the Spring of 1975. We lived out in the rural area west of Santa Paula on a big lemon ranch. We had a big yard and her bed was near the front window that looked-out over the fenced, front lawn. She accurately described a boy rabbit, as very large rabbit with tall ears and looked like a medium-sized Kangaroo. Our family lives far-away from a zoo, we don't live in Australia, and none of our neighbors raise Kangaroos. I'm certain Kangaroos don't wear big bows on their necks or carry Easter baskets.
I'm the one that always wished for a "real" live visit from the Easter Bunny.
One year the Easter Bunny put Kiely's new bicycle way up in the Oak tree. It was also her birthday. That year, Kiely's birthday and Easter, collided on the same day. Dear little Preslee will sometime have her own birthday on Easter Sunday.
Preslee's party was kids, and kids, and kids, and parents. I was dodging spilled punch and cake to help make the supreme ice cream that was interestingly weird tasting. I won't share the recipe because it was like whipped, purple, butter. My yogurt machine, I guess, is made just for yogurt. Did the kids eat it? The light whipped fat was a hit. Perfect! Fat + sugar + cake + frosting = possible a no show at school the next day for every child there. Well, some, Preslee is only 4 years old and there were lots of the younger ones there. It was probably a long night for the overdosed young ones.
I'm going to dream of real Easter Bunnies, and sent a protest letter to the film-maker and to The Screen Actor's Guild for portraying little chicks as dumb, blond, chicks. The treatment and depiction of the unpaid and unappreciated working class of chicks was hateful and undeserving in the film of "HOP"and unneeded subplot. The movie sent a message to my daughters, all chicks... that they can't rise above their position in life and be leaders and yes, why were they all blond? Chicks in real life are many colors.
Okay, I get it. Is it just me? The movie has told all of the real secret. The new Easter Bunny is named Fred O'Hare and he's a human, and Scarlett O'Har(e)a just "hops" right in. I think I need some Freudian psychoanalysis with my associations and compulsion to meet my childhood my favorite mystical, fairytale character. Yes, the Easter Bunny? Maybe.
♫•*¨*•♫♪ Happy, Happy Birthday Preslee, Dear! ♪♫•*¨*•♥•*¨*•♫♪ Happy days will come to you all year! ♪♫•¸♥ ¨*•♫♪ If I had one wish, then it would be... ♪♫•*♥¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ A Happy, Happy Birthday to you from me! ♪♫•*¨*•♥•*¨*•♫♪ Grandma and Grandpa Love You So Much!