prisoner of war

It was guy night at the Fredrich household. Guy Night that will hereafter be referred to as "Game Night" because somehow I get stuck home on those nights and don't want to feel like the lame wife that sticks around making the guys feel uncomfortable. But please, not with this crowd. First of all I made brownies to bribe my presence (the way Matt brought us popsicles to bribe his presence on girl time) and secondly, its video game night so the talk in the room won't be anything I shouldn't hear, its just stuff I really don't want to hear and stuff I won't understand. Geeky nerd talk. 

So I was a prisoner in my own home. Once it was in my mind that I shouldn't be here, I couldn't get out of my head this feeling that I should be invisible. Well the dang brownies took awhile to make and then I went into the room to begin an even nerdier project that I don't care to discuss I pondered my sentence and plotted my escape. 

Ah who cares, I got bored. I sat in our room and I clicked around online for things I want to buy that I can't and I went into the living room to watch them play the Wario game that has those sexy descriptions of how the games are supposed to be played and oh jeebus I wish I could find a youtube video clip of that. They left a few minutes later and Matt & I watched The West Wing.

On Sunday Dad, Ab, Matt, & I watched "The Great Escape". The trio of natural family had earlier gone to have lunch and then visit Fry's for a cable Matt and I wanted to play our laptop videos onto the TV without buying an Apple TV (okay, who's a geek now that went for the sole reason of getting it, yes, me) and of course fell victim to the cheap DVDs and a movie for us to watch that day. 

What a fine performance by Richard Attenborough and what a reminder that though Steve McQueen may be the only blond man I'll ever love that died before I met him, he can be (in the words of Nacho) a real douche. I mean honestly, who makes people write him a scene so he can show off motorcycling skills? (Who throws a shoe, I mean honestly?!) And THEN doesn't have the balls to do the major stunt? How could Ali McGraw have left Evans for this schmuck? 

I can't believe that is based on a true story. What a story. War brings out incredible feats in people and cooperation really makes it happen. Does it only take a good leader to make a free man out of a prisoner? Or is our constant desire to escape our salvation?

The scene where the German guy says "Good Luck" freaking kills me. And the scene at the French Cafe made me shout "Vive Le France!" 

I learned that Matt thinks my British accent is terrible. I can live with that. And he'll have to live with my continually doing it because I have to live with his attempting to do a Mexican one.

I'm Free. 

I'm Free.