Weekending

Sweater: Stitchfix // Scarf: Target // Pants: JCPenney's // 

Boots: Report // Purse: Michael Kors (My Christmas gift :)

Scott got me a cross for my birthday.  He said he couldn't find what I wanted (rose gold) anywhere, and therefore went to his stand-by of Tiffany's.  I'm not complaining.

It's almost funny that he had gifts sent to me often while he was deployed, and all were dropped off on our front porch in Alaska while I was at work.  Here, he insisted on waiting at home all day for the package, opting to sign for it because that's how we feel about our neighborhood.

My mom sent me a bundt pan (because I mentioned I didn't have one), warm socks (so I don't have to steal Scott's…I wear hers when we go home), and a book.  I wonder how she knew I had this show in my Netflix queue?  Strange, right?

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Saturday night, we went to the ghetto movie theater in Waynesville.  It's hard to describe the place, so I won't try.  Maybe next time.  Just picture "awful", "smelly", "crowded", and "no military discount". (If you're keeping track, that's one more point for Alaska and its gorgeous movie theaters.)

We saw Lone Survivor, so that made us forget our surroundings and our first-world problems quite quickly.  Scott had read the book soon after it was written.  I remember him telling me the entire story then, but I've never read it myself.  This article is a great one for summarizing/fact checking.  Obviously, there's spoilers but, as the article says, pretty sure the movie title gives away the ending.

It was a good movie.  You should probably go see it.  I admit that, last year, I liked Zero Dark Thirty better, but the interesting thing was that we watched this in an absolutely packed theater and I'd say 90% of the viewers were soldiers because it was the theater right next to the base.  Everyone was absolutely silent during the movie and most were leaning forward in their seats the whole time.  It was enthralling, for lack of a better word.  There were moments where I had to cover my eyes because some of it was really uncomfortable to watch.

Anyway, go see it.  Lt. Murphy was a PSU graduate.

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Remember when we had a cat in residence?  He taught Scout how to be a cat.  This is where the dog now sits.

Uh huh.  I know that's your new favorite spot, Scout.  I'm definitely not happy about it, but whatever.  We'll move soon enough and then you'll be all out of sorts and have to find a new favorite spot. Good luck.