Oh Happy Day

circa 2003 when i used to live with steph, the tv was either stuck on the food network or repeatedly playing one of two movies -- bridget jones diary or about a boy. though i agree that both movies were fun to watch, i did not understand how anyone could watch a ligthearted movie not once, not twice, but over and over again. steph told me she left these movies on for ambient background noise, but really, in my opinion, those movies just did not deserve the repeatability of say...shawshank redemption or sound of music (one for quality quotes and one to sing along to, duh.)

now fast forward to...late 2007 / early 2008. writers guild strike ate my regular shows and pooped out crap like cashmere mafia. so, what do i find myself doing between the weekend run of sports? well, i just finished watching bridget jones again. along with a third showing of sister act 2: back in the habit, fourth viewing of devil wears prada, and a fifth time through gridirong gang. i mean, i was just totally wrong before. these types of movies are totally touching and moving -- yes i cheered for rita when she forged her mom's signature to go to the all-state music competition, of course i teared up when andy just didn't recognize herself anymore, and i for sure giggled when the rock said to his team, "are you shitting me? do not tell me you don't know how to spell mustangs!" (hehe) -- and it's still good the second, third...nth time around! who knew!

and who knew that the oh happy day was when jesus washed and not when big jc walked. man, this whole time i was singing it wrong -- good thing i just googled the lyrics.