It's the little things...

It doesn't take a lot to make me happy. Watching the national championship game and putting random thoughts out into cyberspace. That is very relaxing. Enjoying the new blu ray player and watching "Machete" and "Ninja Assassin" back to back with the nephews. Never mind that the two youngest are 6 and 10. I saw "Scarface" at 7 and "The Godfather" is one of my earliest memories.
In a 9 to 5 where I'm rarely given the opportunity to smile, much less be proud of something I've done, I needed to find an oasis. Come home and everything washes away. We've made it this way. We like it this way. When we step out of the door in the morning, we're going to do battle with everything in the world that is trying to break our spirit, whether accidentally or on purpose, it happens.
When we walk in the door after being bombarded by whatever is thrown at us during the day, we can look at each other and it all melts away. We talk, eat and then choose between Frasier, Inception, The Town or even Chasing Amy. Suddenly, it's our own little film festival. And the best part, nothing that gets shown sucks...well, maybe when she put "Pretty in Pink" on Sunday morning.