And there were sculptures, literally made out of chocolate:
According to the brochure, Ms. Brown went to an ivy league school to learn about business. She was then awarded the title Chief Chocolate Officer by Mars Chocolate North America, where she created the different colored M&M's.
"She knows what to expect...because she is 'not your average chocolate.' "
[author's note: The following memory has been put together by stories that have been told over and over. I have no actual recollection of this happening.]
I'm three years old. It's the first time I've ever been to a movie theater. My mom and great-grandmother and I (and I'm assuming my younger brother) are seeing Beauty and the Beast. I sit through the entire movie like the well-behaved child that I was, entranced by Belle's beauty and enticed by the improbable love story.
The movie ends. I start to cry. The movie cannot be rewound to watch again.
[author's note: Who knew I could ever use the verb, to rewind, again.]
Disney movies were a big part of my childhood. I owned both the Princess Ariel and Princess Jasmine Barbie dolls. I remember laying in our old house, watching Aladdin in the dark. We watched Hercules in my freshmen year of high school's English class. The Lion King in espanol was played in every Spanish 101 class.
Now, the brilliant marketing team over at Disney is bringing (and has brought) back the classics to theaters in 3D.
Last night I went and saw Beauty and the Beast with a couple of my lady friends. We laughed at parts we had forgotten about that only make sense to the experienced.
We cried at the end.
[video is a spoiler.]
The 3D enhanced the beautifully drawn castle and field scenes. I got chills.
I have now seen that and The Lion King in 3D in theaters and plan to see the rest that are re-released. My three-year-old self would be pissed at my adult self if I didn't.
Next up: Finding Nemo.
[author's note: My adult self is pissed Disney is not re-releasing Peter Pan, my personal favorite.]
I'm not passionate about a lot of things. I don't care if Snookie is pregnant. I truly don't care which Senator is screwing which prostitute. I don't care if the Groundhog saw his or her shadow.
I support gay rights. I'm opposed of any and all kinds of censorship [that's probably the journalist in me]. I am pro-choice.
Planned Parenthood has already been struggling these past few years. I see solicitors on the street asking for support from the public all the time. The Susan G. Komen Foundation pulled their funding from Planned Parenthood, accused of withdrawing their support because of pressure from anti-abortion groups. Now, women without funds will be unable to get breast cancer screenings, amongst other necessities such as birth control, which PP provides.
I have to save up for two flight tickets back to Arizona for two different wedding. Needless to say, my shopoholism has gone away for quite some time.
So, these are just a few things that I'm pining. If one of you guys or gals out there own a ton of money and just feel like dropping some change, after you donate to the Breast Cancer Foundation, of course, feel free to donate some of that to me. I won't mind.
