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Today was the first day that I got that endorphin rush from the writing since I sat back down to the new Anita book being the priority project. It felt pretty darn good. In fact, by lunch I had twelve pages and was done for the day. Very cool. In honor of it being summer, and me being done so early, we went out to lunch, then a movie. Trinity, Mary, and I, had wanted to see Mama Mia, and neither of our husbands were keen on it. So it was a girl’s afternoon at the movies. I mean that girl’s part because there were like three men in the entire theatre. It was pretty full, too. One young man with his girlfriend, and a couple of older husbands. I guess all the rest of the men were in seeing The Dark Knight. I think Jon and I are going to wait for a few days. The crowds look pretty serious.

Mama Mia was very fun. Meryl Streep was great. In fact, pretty much everyone was great. There are some huge dance numbers that are entirely too much fun. I haven’t this much beef cake in a movie that could dance, act, and have fun in a long time. The casting for the father’s was spot on. Pierce Brosnon was especially good. I didn’t know he could sing. I admit that there were moments when I felt I had too much testosterone for this movie. It is a woman’s movie, but it’s not a chick flick. By that I mean, a lot of supposedly chick flicks leave me cold. I just don’t get them. How to Make an American Quilt, left me puzzled. I usually feel that way about those kinds of movies, but Mama Mia was actually enjoyable all the way through. It’s interesting, what kinds of movies are marketed for women and men. I guess there’s no better example than Mama Mia and The Dark Knight. Like I said, I haven’t seen that one, yet, but even though I enjoyed the movie today, I was still a little puzzled. Not much, but a little. As much as I love my husband, and apparently, enjoy being married, since I’ve done it twice; I still don’t believe that the end all, be all for a woman is finding that perfect man and "getting" him to marry her. First of all, there is no perfect man, just as there’s no perfect woman. But, in this movie Meryl Streep’s character has done well on her own. She’s operated her own business, raised a daughter, and she’s doing okay. She’s not wasting away for anyone. I liked that.

Another interesting thing is the daughter, Sophie’s, desire to find her dad. Her belief that somehow that will make her life complete. I met my own biological dad three times. The last time I saw him, I was six, and it was my mother’s funeral. He had no part in my life then, or since, and I haven’t missed him. I’ve never felt the lack of a father. I felt the lack of my mother, because I knew and loved her, but my "father" was just some guy who married my mother, fathered a child with her, and then divorced her. Other than the genetic material, my father had very little impact on my life. We probably wouldn’t know each other if we passed on the street. My life is complete, I don’t need to find the owner of the ejaculation that helped make me. That’s almost a direct quote from the movie, the main character says, that she won’t be displaced, or outdone by an ejaculation, when the "fathers" show up. The story book ending, is just that story book. In real life, the long lost father is usually better long and lost. If you have the feeling that you’ve misplaced a part of yourself, then by all means go searching, but I find that fathers, mothers, that perfect job, that perfect house, whatever you think will fill up that empty space inside you, it’s not about anything outside yourself, it’s all about the inside part. You’ve got to fix what’s inside, before the outside world can help. You want to find what’s missing, look in the mirror.