a bronx tale

So yesterday David came home with a movie he borrowed from a library. I saw the cover and I thought I wasn't going to like it. It was some old mafia looking movie--not my type. But as I started to watch it I realized I really liked the movie. It also turns out It kinda was the types of movies I like...anywho, the movie was called a bronx tale, and robert de niro was in it. (I actually thought he'd be in it more lol).

This movie is a story about a little boy who looks up to this bad mafia guy, although the boy doesn't see him as bad instead he thinks he's the coolest person he'd ever seen. One day the boy was sittin on his stoop and witnesses a murder. It was two guys getting into a fight over, what the boy thought was a parking spot, and Sonny, the mafia guy the kid looks up to, shoots one of the guys. The police come and ask the boy to point out the killer and since he didn't want to be a rat he said it was none of them. sonny's outlook of the kid changed complete and from then on he took him under his wing as if he were his own son. From then on a couple of yrs passed and the kid grEw but he was still close to sonny. That guy taught him right from wrong and always told him to stay in school and get two educations. Street smart and school smart.

The kids real dad never liked the fact that he hung out with Sonny because to him he was a "bad guy".

Well, what I'm trying to get at is that sometimes people might be perceived as bad because of what they do or did, but its not 100% true until you get to personaly know them. I mean, this guy was bad to the bone, he killed people and sold who knows what to be as rich as he was, but when it came to this kid he wanted the best for him andgave him all the love in the world. He told him never to be like him...

So yea this movie really opened my eyes. I guess it also ties in with don't judge a book by its cover. (Shrugs)

A bronx tale--go watch it!

just updating :)

So I'm married!! Actually, I've been married for about a week now. Its such an awesome feeling knowing that you're finally going to be with the person you love without having other people,like your parents, telling you when you have to be home--or just plain telling you what you have to do. Its awesome. Almost liberating. I feel completely independent. I love being home--the hotel room, for now lol. I love waiting for David to come home for lunch and then come home for good at 4. I love watchin tv with him and just laughing at the little things. I love falling asleep in his arms after a wonderful day with him.

Ok ok I'm gushing now, but I just can't help it lol. Anywho. So even with all of this happy lovey dovey stuff there's always some tears. It just so happens that the last time I cried was at the airport when I was saying bye to my family...I had always told myself that I didn't think I was going to cry. But, it was inevitable...seeing my dads usual stone face turn red and trying to hold back tears just pulls at something in you. And to top it all off...my mother was crying a river...and THAT was the most painful thing to see. I can't stand to see my mother cry whether I'm mad at her or not...she was so choked up she could barely talk to me. When I hugged her for the last time she told me she'd miss me so much and that she loved me a lot. I broke down and just cried. I cried while I was on line going through security check and a littl after that. I realized that this wasn't some kind of vacation...I'd be leaving them and not seeing them until who knows when...if I'm having trouble with something I can't just say hey no worries ill ask my mom later when I see her, cuz I won't be seeing her for a while... "/


Well, I got a lot more to say but I have to shower and make lunch for my husband. Hopefully now that I'm alone more I will take more time out to update and vent on this blog thing lol. :)