How To Train....

Your emotional girly self not to cry over animated movies.

I watched How To Train Your Dragon over the weekend. Twice. The first time, I was with Holmes and we ate a whole container of popcorn and M&M's and then there was an accident involving her dog and guacamole. So I was ok that time.  No tears!
The second time, was yesterday. And for some reason, don't make fun of me- I teared up at all the 'beautiful parts'.  By the time we got to the end of the movie, where that thing happens, I'd lost it and was crying quietly and trying to hide my tears from the rest of the family and wipe them on a green velvet blanket. (Water and velvet do not go well.)

I tend to cry in animated movies more than any other genre.

I cried through Up. In the movie theater. With my Mom.

 I bawled through Toy Story 3. Joining half the theater audience in tears as Buzz and Woody prepared to face the end together in the incinerator and then waved goodbye to Andy as he headed off to College.


I also tend to cry in the sequels of the Lilo & Stitch movies. But that's not always a given.  So now that my true movie watching self is feeling like Dumbledore in Harry Potter Puppet Pals, let's change the subject.

I laugh at all the random scenes in movies.
The ones that aren't supposed to be funny.

Like in Indiana Jones and The Raiders of The Lost Ark  when Indy threatens to 'blow up the ark' with this really deep manly voice. Or the Nazi car chase scene. But my favorite part, has to be when creepy bald headed Nazi man is on the screen. One look and I'll start laughing. Like when he burns his hand or gets out his nunchuck coat hanger thing.

So... do you get the point?  I have a very odd sense of humor.

To further prove the point, I have a youtube video for you.

Groovin with Ken

*Snicker* I'm going to see if I can quote this to anyone today.