Rodents and Shutter Island

I saw the movie Shutter Island late last night with my daughter and her friend. We didn’t get finished with it until almost midnight, and then I could NOT get to sleep. It was pretty creepy and made me think.

I don’t have anything against thinking, per se, I just don’t want to still be doing it at 3 a.m.

The thing is, I know better. If I’m seeing a haunting movie just before bedtime, with dark windows all around and low hanging tree branches scratching against the roof, and the kind of music that makes you feel like someone’s going to jump out of the bushes with a butcher knife, it is not a recipe for relaxation. I’m getting that tingling feeling up my spine right now just thinking about it.

This morning I went to church and then came home and watched the movie again, in the daylight, with my husband, so that I would plenty of time to think about it all day. I figured I would exhaust all my thinking and be able to sleep like a baby tonight.

Let me assure you that you are going to want to watch it twice. My husband got done with it and said, “I don’t know what’s going on – is it this or is it that?”

I’m not going to tell you what the “this” or “that” is, or it will spoil the movie for you. You’ll know what I mean when you get to the end. And if you watch it a second time, you’ll know whether it’s this or that.

Speaking of this or that, I love those KIA commercials with those rodents doing that rap song, “Now you can go with this, or you can go with that.” I think they’re very cool dancing rodents. I wish I could dance like that. I dance the same way I did back in high school. I definitely don’t know how to do those rodent moves or I’d be in the street like they are, singing that song and doin’ those moves.

People reading this must think I do nothing but watch TV and movies. I am not going to deny that the perfect down time for me is watching a mindless movie on TV and eating chocolate chips. I like ‘em one at a time so they can melt and extend the enjoyment. That way I don’t have to eat so many.

If this blog is rambling more than usual, it’s because I’m exhausted. It’s all that movie’s fault, and I am going to go to bed and dream of dancing rodents all night long and wake up feeling like I’ve got some moves, pointing at the dishes in the sink and saying, “Now you can go with this, or you can go with that,” as I point to the dishwasher. Then I’ll point to the oven and say, “Or you can go with this, or you can go with that,” as I point to the microwave. My daughter will roll her eyes at me and tell me to stop, but I don’t care. I know I’ll be cool. And rested. I’m going to hop in bed pronto so morning will come all that much quicker.