There are a lot of movies out there about penguins. When we were little, one of Sarah's and then Alex's favorite movies was Scamper the Penguin. They really liked it when they were about three. It told the (unending) story of a little blue penguin named Scamper. He liked to scamper around and explore all the exciting things around Antarctica. This means that as the viewer, you are dragged around, watching him slide around on the snow and ice, meet the predatory birds, get chased by a leopard seal and then later by orcas. Then I think he got captured by humans on a boat taking him to a zoo, and he later escaped. Then there was the friendly scientist and his big dog.
When Sarah and Alex were 3, they really liked it. But I, being sooo much older and more mature than both of them, hated it! It was the longest, boringest, most cheesy movie in the world! But having the slight ADD tendancies we all have, if the TV was on, I would watch it. So I've seen this movie probably a hundred times.
Last night Kevin and I went to see Happy Feet, the movie about a tap-dancing penguin. The first 20 minutes were kind of funny. It was a bunch of singing and dancing penguins jammin out in Antarctica! Sometimes it was a little awkward, as it was a children's movie and they'd be singing raunchy love songs ("Let's talk about eggs, baby. Let's talk about you and me"), but I guess since it was animated, it was ok.
But that was the only original, fun part of that movie. As it dragged on and on... and on, I realized that how Happy Feet probably came about was that the writers stole the script from Scamper the Penguin, and then gave it to Al Gore to rewrite.
When I was little, I thought Scamper was about as bad as it got. But throw some preachy politics into any lame movie, and then you'll make your audience sorry they wasted a whole dollar (and 2 hours of their lives) that they'll never get back.
If you must watch a penguin movie, watch March of the Penguins.

So this week has been.... eventful.
On Saturday, I babysat my neice, Rachel. She's a doll. We went out shopping, and after driving around a bit, my car started making these awful grating, clicking, rumbling noises. Everyone (at least all the men I saw) gave my car these horrified looks and then looked at me as if to say, "You idiot! You're not supposed to drive a car that sounds like that!" So once I got to the parking lot, I decided to find a different ride home.
I called a bunch of people and finally got a hold of my sister-in-law, and she and her dad came to get us and bring us home.
About 20 minutes after we got home, Rachel was walking across the kitchen and tripped over a bag of onions. She's almost two, so tripping and falling is just what she does. This time, however, there was the corner of a refridgerator right in her path, and she busted her head open on it.
Now, this was not life-threatening, but neither was it a band-aid job. It was a pretty deep gash, and I knew it would need some stiches.
Here I will remind you that the broken car was back in the parking lot of Joann's Fabric, about 4 miles away.
So after a few more frantic phone calls, some neighbors (the same ones that plow our driveway when it snows) came and drove me and a screaming Rachel to the Emergency Room.
Erik and Barbara came later (after they came to pick up Rachel and instead were told that, well, she was in the Emergency Room), and they brought Kevin.
Now we had to find a ride home. :)
Life can get exciting sometimes, even in Provo, UT.