And we're off!

Hey Guys! We are just about to head out to Smith Rock like we told you our next big adventure would be! We made the drive over from the valley safely, albeit following a rather slow van and a big truck across the worst part. There was hardly anyone the whole way over and lots of snow, but road conditions were alright. Anyhow, after settling in at the house we are off!

Wish us luck and we will update you this evening when we return from our journey! Supposedly the weather is supposed to be bad but it looks fine on the webcam.

                                                                      Hasta luego!

Goin' up around the Bend... (Part One)

As this blog's title suggests in its very Creedence Clearwater style, Kaity and I are heading to Bend this weekend to do some small hikes around the area. We were supposed to leave tonight after we both got off work, but my husband decided to be logical and check the roads heading down to Bend, alerting me to the fact that we will need snow tires on our car before we're able to depart. There's kink #1, as I do not currently have snow tires on my car. I had refused to put them on earlier in the week when I had the time to because I didn't want to be the only ass hole driving around Salem, Ore., on bare roads with studded tires. So, kindly, he will be taking my car into Les Schwab first thing in the morning to get our tires switched, so hopefully, we'll be able to depart by 09:00. We shall see about that, given our past track records. Here's hoping!

As all big ventures, this started with a brown paper bag (read about our first brown paper bag, here) listing our to-dos and grocery list. As we have discovered in our previous hikes and outdoor activities, we are horrible at fueling for the main event. Maybe it's because we're girls and do things like eat with our pinkies pointed up, or maybe it's because we are afraid of being fat, but mainly it's because we just have a hard time stuffing our faces with enough energy to store for burn later. Bottom line is, we never eat enough before we go, then we're left feeling dizzy, lightheaded, and weak. But because we're stubborn and tough, we always keep going, doing all the unhealthy things we preach about in our careers and lives. For this trip, we're convinced  we'll do it up right. We'll practice what we preach and start off the morning with more than bird food, then pack food with us along the way.

In prepping for our eating extravaganza, we decided to make a list on our brown paper bag of the foods we'd like to binge on. Come to think of it, we're ridiculous for not realizing we could have exploited this situation to pig out this whole time. Our list consisted of things like macaroni and cheese (the blue box only, of course), whole grain pancake mix with bananas and peanut butter, taco potato fixings, etc. Basically, anything that is nutrient dense, so we don't have to eat a lot in volume to get the caloric surplus. We also picked up a box of Capri Sun juices to take with us on the hike because A) they're lightweight, B) calories and sugar for quick carbs and energy and C) when was the last time you had one of those?! Of course, we picked up your typical hiking food, like trail mix, fruit leathers, cheese sticks, etc., but seriously, where's the fun in that?

"...better get while the gettin's good." - CCR

Fast lanes, shooting, and DKR...

Well, last week was another freaking weekend, and baby, I had me a little bit of fun. Nothing R. Kelly style or anything, but it went OK. I started my weekend off with a bust, when driving to work Friday morning. I was running a tad bit late, and by late, that means I would have made it to my 0900 appointment right on time, rather than showing up to work before I had to meet my client, like I usually like to do. As I was about to take the exit off I-5, I noticed a fancy red Ford Mustang behind me riding my tail. Thinking nothing of it, all of a sudden his sirens went off. Now listen, being pulled over is not a foreign concept to me. I have been pulled over 16 times and I've yet to receive an official ticket (I was once given a ticket when I got in a major car accident for careless driving, endangering a passenger, and destroying public property, but it never got turned in and was dismissed, therefore, I don't count it). So as I'm finding a kosher spot to pull over for this guy (of course he flashes his lights at the longest stretch of road without a shoulder or side road to access), I'm not at all freaked or scared. The worst thing he can do is give me a ticket, though I usually get let off the hook.

I go to grab my registration and insurance out of the glove box so it's all ready by the time he even gets up to my window, but before I know it, the guy is knocking on my window, as if I'm not aware of his presence. I roll it down for him, and he starts right into, "License and registration..insurance, too. You were going 76 in a 60." I don't know why, but that really pushed a button of mine. Again, I've been pulled over - a lot - and hell, I've even worked with cops before. Even the biggest d-bags still will give a girl a simple "hello," or "good afternoon," etc. They also tend to ask if you know why you were pulled over, giving you an opportunity to be witty and charming. This guy stole every chance for me to do so; just gave me attitude about my speed. All of a sudden, I have diarrhea mouth, and say, "Yeah, thanks; I was speeding because I was already late to work, and now I'm going to be more late." Eye contact, death stare. I may have also rolled my eyes. At this point, I knew I sealed my fate. There was no way in hell I'd be let out of this ticket. 

This guy was attractive. I try not to let it offend me that the first speeding ticket I actually received was from a young, fit cop. Fine, Mr. Sparkly Blue Eyes, write me a ticket. You're wearing a yellow gold wedding band, so I'm silently making fun of you in my mind. I think it's cool you're married, as am I, and I bet your wife speeds on the occasion as well. He handed me my citation and snorted, "Do you know how to take care of that?" What?! I just said, "Yep," and threw my car in reverse. That may have been the least amount of chatty I have ever been with an individual ever in my life. I can usually chew the fat with anyone, but this guy elicited no conversational skills of mine whatsoever. I called into work to let them know I'd be a few minutes late, so to please let my appointment know I'd be with her momentarily. Instead, my appointment decided she'd go run some errands around town and reschedule with me for another day. Beautiful.

All in all, my first speeding ticket: not so bad. It wasn't that expensive and other than the cop giving me a sour taste in my mouth, I have to be honest, I would have been more irritated by him if he had the attitude and lack of a nice face; so at least I can be grateful for that. Every appointment I had scheduled for Friday had canceled or rescheduled for one reason or another, so in other words, everything about that day was done in vain: my ticket, driving all the way up to work in Salem, hell, getting dressed for the day. All of it was kind of a waste. And how do people like me deal with days like this? Most would go home and get drunk. I, on the other hand, have this weird quirk about me where I try not to drink on a bad day. Instead, I eat Chinese food. Chinese food is my alcohol on a sucky, sucky day. It did the trick. After eating, I ran a few errands in a shopping center I was nearby, and at the spur of the moment, decided I'd get my bangs trimmed since they were definitely past due. Guess what? Never get your bangs trimmed from a hair salon in a mall. Sorry, Master Cuts, you ruined my face. Oh well, two weeks and they'll be just right, right??

Saturday morning, my best friend Carl (yes, the Carl), my husband and I went out shooting around Mary's Peak. The three of us share the common ground of being from Eastern Oregon living in the Western side of Oregon. I guess I should really say "the two of them," since I try to pretend I'm not actually from Eastern Oregon. Anyway, as many people who grew up in small towns like to do, one of their favorites is gun slinging and target shooting. (I actually don't know what gun slinging is, it just sounded like a good term to use.) I know the boys have wanted to shoot for some time, so I decided to round them up for a few hours of doing what they love. I can appease them for a couple hours of my time, right?

I really don't have the attention span for shooting. It's something I'd love to be really secretly fantastic at, since I think it'd be a great skill to hustle people with. Who would look at me me and think I was great at shooting a rifle? I mean, they might guess I'd be great at throwing ninja stars, but probably not using a firearm. But alas, I just can't get my mind to focus on it or keep interest for more than a few minutes at a time. Then, I end up doing things that get me in trouble, like jump on the hood of the car and dent it with my ass print. The day went on, and we really weren't out for very long. The boys shot rifles and shotguns, and I did a little shooting as well. It takes me a little bit to warm up, but then I find my groove and become actually decent. We had targets lined out and we'd have shooting competitions where you had to hit certain targets in a certain order, and whoever got all of their targets in that order first, won. I did win one round with the husband, butttt he is a great shot, so I would venture to guess he was letting me.



The Carl, himself

Saturday evening, Lee and I sat down to watch a movie and decided upon The Dark Knight Rises, since I have yet to see it, and it's on my IMDB Top 250 list. I don't even know how this happens, but I fell asleep. Straight zonked out. For the first 20 minutes or so, I honestly tried to stay awake, doing that head nodding thing. Then I finally gave into it. I rotated my body so it wasn't even facing the TV anymore, and closed my eyes listening to Christian Bale's over-dramatized raspy voice. I woke up just in time to catch Batman pulling a Jesus to save the rest of Gotham City, and Joseph Gordan-Lovitt looking swell as per ushe. Guess I can't cross that one off my list yet. Somehow, I have to summon up the will power to do better at this movie-watching thing. Until then, I'll keep catching 30 minutes here and there.

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"The only cure for paranoia is to be here, just as you are." - Meredith Grey, Grey's Anatomy

You can do it, put your glutes into it

After a much-needed break from life (OK, maybe it extended a little longer than necessary), we finally got back out on trails this last weekend. We've done Mary's Peak before (read about one of our last adventures up Mary's Peak here), but this time, we did it in the snow. And to hike up a snow-hill, one needs snowshoes. Lee's family's cabin is out in the middle of nowhere in back-ass-woods Ukiah, Ore., so we often have to snowshoe several miles from the road into where his cabin sits, so fortunately, we have a little experience in the nature, as well as the equipment. This was Kaity's first time snowshoeing, and my first time snowshoeing in a challenging setting -- that being a big-ass hill. I realize Mary's Peak is actually a mountain, but it's only about 4,000 feet high, and with the blanket of snow, it really was more akin to one huge hill, with no leveling off and no clear-cut trail. 

As with most trips we take, this one didn't go nearly as planned. I figure the first time we have a completely smooth trip will be the day that this adventure-having will no longer be fun anyway, so bring on the madness (for now). We did leave pretty close to the time we had planned, but needed to stop by the outdoor store to grab some snow poles. Still not sure what I think about those little things. I've never used them before this trip, and while they do assist in trekking up the hill, they also require using your upper body a lot more, contributing to a lot more of that feeling like, "Holy shit. This was a bad idea."

Kaity looking like a Chapstick ad!

The original plan was that we'd drive up to the summit and play around in the snow up at the top in our snowshoes, just walking about wherever we wanted to explore. Instead, as we drove up, a sheer sense of panic overcame us as we spent a good half hour driving through bare roads... as in, absolutely no snow. Right about the time where we thought maybe we should just turn around and go on a drunk run instead (I'm sure we'll blog about this at another time), we finally came across a scuffling of snow, until one turn around the corner, and all of a sudden, there it was. A little patchy, but enough to give us hope that there was more calling our names at the top. So, instead of driving the rest of the way, we parked the truck, geared up, and set out to hike up to the top. What is it with us and always bailing on an original plan midway and just improvising the rest? Either way, after making plenty of judgments of the other cars trying to make it up the soft-packed snow, we started on our way. Lee was in skis (he has a pair of AT skis with skins on the bottoms where he can clip out and walk in them similar to snowshoes), and Kaity, our friend Mike, and I were all in snowshoes.

The roads were still patchy for a good mile or so, where there wasn't always a great blanket of snow; it was rutted from tires and semi-frozen, but we managed to make good time and only break to remove layers of clothing or re-adjust gear. That part was easier than cake and Kaity and I worried that we weren't getting in a good enough workout. That's when God, in all His infinite humor, decided to lead us to a clearing that led to a big hill with smooth snow the entire way around it. Only a few sets of ski prints could be seen off this portion of the climb. Surprisingly, we managed to take that sucker with grace, barely pausing at only two spots before making it to the top and finding a big open flat space. We took a break here while the boys explored to figure out what our next move would be. Problem was, we knew there was more mountain to climb, and we weren't anywhere near it. This was also the time where I realized my stupid snowshoes were on the wrong feet the entire hike thus far. What?! Seriously, could I be more childlike? About the time I got my hot mess of a self figured out, Mike had scoped out where we could come down a steep embankment and would lead us to remain parallel with the road leading up to the top. Here's the thing: I HATE going downhill. Especially in loose snow that wants nothing more than me to fall on my ass... a lot. Reluctantly, Kaity and I followed the tracks of Mike's snowshoes and slowly made our way down the hill, trying to resist our snowshoes from becoming skis, though that's exactly what they had the inclination to do: take us down the hill all wobbly-wiggly style, as every joint in our legs went in various directions.

We managed to make it down with no falling and no injuries. We finally came to a stream with what looked like a snow/ice bridge that crossed the stream but was broken right in the middle. Lee, in his infinite wisdom, used his skis to bridge the gap between the two edges and walked right across. Molly, our big dog was able to jump over fine as well. But then there's Louie... my 14-pound Mini Schnauzer.. and when I say "mini," I mean, he was the runt of his already "miniature" breed. There was no way he was jumping over that, so we knew the most viable option was to puppy-pitch him. I already have a term for it because... well, this is a past time of Lee's and mine. It usually takes place in the winter, and also usually has a big pile of fluffy snow at the end of his rainbow, but you know, you have to get resourceful in the woods. As I was winding up to lightly toss him over, Kaity and Mike alerted me to change my pitching position because they wanted to get a picture of the action. So I moved him to the front of me and assumed the position into a squat. I should now preface with the fact that my workouts lately have included squat thrusting medicine balls up over my head, so this position was all too familiar to my muscle memory. All of a sudden, I toss my dog and realize I used the same gusto I would with the medicine ball. My hands turned out as to gracefully release a ball, and at this point I realize my dog is doing a full gainer in the air across a stream. In the photo, you can see he's completely upside down with his ass facing the camera. Who knew he was quite the little acrobat, because the damn thing smoothly completed his full flip and landed on all fours safely on the other side of the stream. Success! And now PETA, I'm sure, is going to take back all the free mailing labels and calendars they've sent me over the years for being a horrible pet owner.

 

Once we all made it across the stream, we found our end game: the climb to the top. Nothing but uphill blanketed snow. Oh by the way, hardest hike we've ever done thus far, and ironically on the easiest "mountain" we will climb through this entire process. The same mountain we descended and ascended (total of just under 8 miles) just two months ago in barely over two hours (on a sprained ankle nonetheless), was now taking us two hours just to accomplish the 2.7 miles from where we started to the top. Kaity and I kept focus on the promise of booze and burgers after the hike once we made it to the top (or I guess, made it back down to the bottom would be more accurate). At some points, where we really wanted to call it a day, we'd set out to make ourselves go about 30 steps, then take a small break, and just knock out that elephant one piece at a time. A big problem was that we started this beast a tad bit too overzealous and were trucking it up the hill way too fast. After all, we are very fast hikers, but we didn't take into consideration the difference in this type of hike from our past ones and compared to our regular workouts in general. The largest problem was really the fact that we (again) didn't fuel properly, and found ourselves blacking out as we kept making progress up the hill. It'd start out as just a blurry sensation, then before we knew it, everything was going dark and we'd have to pause to crouch really low. We took a sit-down break to munch on fruit leathers and replenish a tiny amount of glucose, but let me tell you, a 45-calorie fruit leather doesn't do much at this point. As we sat, we made the mental note that we need to start eating -- a ton -- before these types of hikes; more than what we currently think of as a "ton," since apparently my two bowls of fibrous cereal in the morning seemed like a ton at the time, but later felt like nothing but bird food. We also thanked baby Jesus that our hike this summer would not be covered in snow and require snowshoes. (Though it would be much longer, and much steeper - yes, we're aware of this. Thanks for your thoughts though.) Who knew snowshoes can seriously make the difference in what muscles you all of a sudden feel in your body that you've never noticed before. 

The good news is, we got in a great, strenuous hike that we finished and still, even though we felt like we were dragging ass, we actually finished from bottom up, back to the bottom, in great time. We found our second wind and hauled ass back down the mountain back to the truck. Lee had already skied down from the top to get the truck all warmed up and started driving up the hill toward us. We came down so quickly though that he barely made any headway at all. Kaity and I piled into the back of the truck and we inhaled a turkey sandwich she had in her bag. Then as we went to pull out, we realized we were heavily stuck in the snow. It took six men (I guess I should say two men, two frat boys who weren't very strong, and two foreigners who were wearing skinny jeans and Vans), chains, and shovels to get us out of the mess. We finally made it down the mountain to the main road, and made our way to the Woodsman Restaurant in Philomath, Ore. In case you were wondering, the Woodsman is a restaurant filled with antlers and outdoorsy kind of decor and they serve...you guess it: Thai food. Who am I to complain? At that point, I'm pretty sure I would have eaten a rotten water buffalo (another resourceful trait that will come in handy when we're stuck out in the middle of nowhere). 

After a not-so-good cocktail and an undercooked hamburger, we finally made it home. It was a great way to train for our hike as it mentally and physically pushed us outside our comfort zone for the first time since we've began this whole thing. With hope, we'll be able to make it to more mountains as the holidays have come to a halt, and the weather starts clearing up. We'll still encounter snow on most of the mountains we'll see between now and Mt. Whitney in August, but now we know we can do it in snowshoes.. even if it takes us 30 steps at a time to finish it.

View from the top

Stuck. And the dogs just chilling.

Looking down the hill on us taking our sit-down break.

Slowly losing layers as we make it up

Fixing my snowshoes once I realized they were on the wrong feet.

Preparing for the puppy pitch.

Husband at the top

Holiday Hiatus and Single Life

The problem with the holidays (besides Christmas music -- ugh, so glad that's over with) is that it's the perfect time of the year to just... do nothing. Mix in the fact that my husband was out of town for the entire month of December, and the gym where I work at slowed down to a screeching halt, and you've got the perfect cocktail for letting all motivation just pass you by, without so much as a flicker in your very brown eyes. 

Basically, for the four weeks I was on my own, I was a bachelor. I didn't use my stove once; in fact, I didn't use any dishes other than a bowl and spoon. The dishwasher held clean dishes in it from before I dropped my husband off at the airport, and they remained there until a week after he returned home. I didn't eat dinner til 11 o'clock at night, and dinner was really more or less a midnight snack. My routine would generally consist of getting home from work late, watching multiple reruns of Workaholics, showering, and then realizing it had been 10 hours since my last meal. So, I would take that one bowl, wash it out, fill it with cereal, grab my spoon, pop up onto the top of the kitchen counter, cross my legs Indian-style, and dig in. Let me tell you, there's no greater freedom than knowing there's no one around to judge you in the moment of being a 26-year-old, well-educated female, sitting with her feet on the counter-top, eating a bowl of Apple Jacks.

When I wasn't indulging in children's cereal, I was meeting friends out for dinner, drinks, and movies. Unfortunately, none of the movies were ones that were on my IMDB top 250 list. I did see Django Unchained, which is on the newly updated IMDB top 250 list, so I still consider that to be a win.   I got my friend Carl hooked on Workaholics and we'd have marathons of watching that show, wishing our lives could be as ridiculous, and realizing in some ways, they already are.

As for hiking progress, none was made in December. Kaity and I still worked out separately in the gym, but no trails were marked by us once. We didn't let this fact get us down too much, as we realized we were kind of at a standstill due to the weather. A lot of parks and trails were closed down because of the snow, and let's face it, we welcomed the break to be a little lazy for a few weeks. Now that January has come around, we're ready to get back out there. We have already hiked Mary's Peak again in the snow... in snowshoes (blog to come), and we're planning on doing it again next weekend. I'm back to eating properly -- at a table, in a chair -- and sleeping in a bed like a normal person (I had stayed up watching TV and would fall asleep on the couch most nights of the week). Having to share everything again (bed, TV, meals, bathroom) was quite the blow, but I guess it had to end sometime. It's good to be back on a routine/schedule now, though that doesn't mean you still won't catch me on the kitchen counter just hanging out. The world is my jungle gym, what can I say?

Most hikers are wimps. And I ramble.

Her shoes don't match. I'm disappointed. 

So I'm sitting at home with my parents watching yet another OPB show, and my dad starts making fun of me for not carrying enough weight while doing practice hikes. The hikers on the show were walking along the beach carrying very large, very full backpacks with sleeping bags and mats and who knows what else strapped on. They were three hippie-esque girls with butch haircuts and in dire need of showers. Then, I heard the announcer say that they were going on a 17-mile hike. Jenna and I could do 17 miles in a day!
 Who needs all that stuff to go 17 miles?? Besides, they had a camera crew following them, which I'm sure they knew about far in advance. They could have taken showers before they set out. Or even the day before. Heck, I've gone four days without washing my hair and it still looked better than theirs. (Yes, four days, and I even went to work on the fourth day. Have no fear, I did not smell, a coworker confirmed this when I asked if it looked like I hadn't showered in four days. I think they probably still haven't realized I wasn't being sarcastic) Anyhow, back to the "hikers." Seventeen miles?? You can have someone pick you up at the end of that. And they were "hiking" on the beach. That can't be too terribly taxing. It's flat, has the highest level of oxygen enrichment anywhere (not sure of this, does Death Valley have more? Probably not, the sun would burn it up) and if you stay on the hard sand (as they were) you don't even have to fight unevenness. Why hike? Drop your bags and run. I bet you could even make it back to the car by sundown including walk breaks.

**OK, so most hikers aren't wimps. And we are slightly wimpy ourselves. But really, the OPB hikers were way overpacked. Not that Jenna and I don't overpack. We do. You should see what we carry in our purses just to make it through  one day. There are many excellent hikers in the world, we aspire to be like them. Maybe cleaner though.**  

Baby Okapi. I want one :)
 I'll bring it hiking too. 

So back to why Jenna and I aren't wimps, like most hikers. We hike fast. We hike hills. We hike after going to work at 5 a.m. to get in our 8 hours and still have time to hike. We hike in the rain. We hike on empty stomachs. Our hikes rarely go exactly as planned, but we still hike. We memorized Carl's phone number so he can rescue us if ever we end up miles away from where we want to be, yet still know where we are. We hiked up Marys Peak in snowshoes, and while wanting to die 100 meters from the top, we still made it.
Sure, there are times we don't hike — like when we're happy being fat and lazy at home eating cheerios and watching Roman Holiday — but for the most part when we hike we really mean it. We hike for training, and we train to hike. Treadmill inclines and intervals and power and strengthening are essential to building the bodies we will be needing this summer.
Enough of the bragging.

Random facts and a few giggles:

• Hairspray can be used as bug spray. 

This is why we should bring some hiking. I don't have a sneaky excuse for my mascara yet, but I'll work on it.

• In an emergency, a drawstring from a parka hood can be used to strangle a snoring tent mate.

Good thing we don't snore. 

• A lion's roar can be heard from five miles away. 

Phew, thank goodness, we'll be able to hide from a lion in plenty of time. 


Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson went on a camping trip. After a good meal and a bottle of wine, they lay down for the night and went to sleep. Some hours later, Holmes awoke and nudged his faithful friend.
    "Watson, look up and tell me what you see."
    Watson replied, "I see millions and millions of stars."
    "What does that tell you?" Holmes asked.
    Watson pondered for a minute. "Astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo. Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three. Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful and that we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. Why, what does it tell YOU?"
    Holmes was silent for a minute, then spoke. "Watson, you idiot. Some jerk has stolen our tent."

Hehe I'm a dork. 

• In emergency situations, you can survive in the wilderness by shooting small game with a slingshot made from the elastic waistband of your underwear.

I don't think this is going to work for us. A) We will hike ourselves right to safety and food. B) I always carry far too many fruit leathers to need to eat raw rabbit. C) Pretty sure my slingshot skills are not that good. Perhaps we should practice. And finally, D) My underwear is far too flimsy to be a slingshot.




Is that TMI? Oh well. Some of our hiking conversations couldn't pass for PG either.

IMDb Top 250 List (but more like 249 list for me)

As my bucket list states, one of the things I want to accomplish before I'm the dirty thirty, is to watch all of the movies from the IMDb top 250 list. I realize this list will technically change over the years, so I'm setting in stone the list I'm working off of. And every year, I'll add in the movies that are new to the list, thus, I'll end up watching these top 250, plus any new ones added. In other words, I have a crap ton of movies to watch. I know what you're thinking: How incredibly lazy of you. Well, a girl's gotta work with the skills that she has, and let me tell you something, I am goooo-ood at watching movies. Actually, what we'll find out in a minute, is that I, in fact, am not that good at watching this art called film, because even with the long list of movies I've seen, I've barely seen any of the top 250; and these numbers are so low because I've fallen asleep or failed to pay an iota of attention to many of the movies on this very list. I keep calling this list a top 250 list, but let's be honest here. This is really a top 249 list for me, as I refuse to watch anything to do with Harry Potter. Now, close your jaw and stop your gawking; it's not that big of a deal, you guys. I don't do wizards; simple as that. Haven't read the books, haven't watched the movies, and quite frankly, it pisses so many people off that I haven't done this, that it's just plain fun now. (If Twilight was on this list, it'd be a top 248 list... better yet, I'd just lose all faith in the world as we know it if that movie was on this list to begin with.) Similarly, I have avoided getting into the Lord of the Rings/Hobbit business, but for love of the bucketing, I think I can grin and bear through-- I'm not happy about it, though.

The following is the copied/pasted official IMDb Top 250 list. The movies I've seen are scratched out (this is very few of them). The movies I've never even heard of that are on this list are marked with a - sign. The movies I think are mistakenly put on this list are marked with a / sign. Before you gasp and get out of control on me, I also have marked + signs next to the movies that, yes, I realize, they're big freaking deals, and I should have seen them by now, but I have not; don't worry, I'll get to it. Then there are movies I've watched, but not all the way through due to falling asleep, getting distracted, losing interest, or just plain deciding to stop watching for one reason or another. Those are marked with an *.  A lot of them were movies I grew up with (as they were definitely always being watched), but I was doing better things in life, like dressing up Barbie dolls and practicing cats cradle string tricks (God damn, I had an awesome childhood).

Rank	Rating	Title
1.	9.2	The Shawshank Redemption (1994)	*+
2.	9.2	The Godfather (1972)	*+
3.	9.0	The Godfather: Part II (1974)	*+
4.	8.9	Pulp Fiction (1994)	+
5.	8.9	The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (1966)
6.	8.9	12 Angry Men (1957) Thanks to pre-law school, I knocked this one out as an assignment
7.	8.9	The Dark Knight (2008)
8.	8.9	Schindler's List (1993)	*+
9.	8.8	The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003)
10.	8.8	Fight Club (1999)	*
11.	8.8	Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980)	*+
12.	8.8	One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1975)
13.	8.8	The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001) left theater 10 mins. into it	*
14.	8.7	Inception (2010) I could cross this off about 20 times
15.	8.7	Goodfellas (1990)
16.	8.7	Star Wars (1977)	*+
17.	8.7	Seven Samurai (1954)
18.	8.7	The Matrix (1999)
19.	8.7	Forrest Gump (1994)
20.	8.7	City of God (2002)	-
21.	8.7	The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002)
22.	8.6	Once Upon a Time in the West (1968)
23.	8.6	Se7en (1995)	*
24.	8.6	The Silence of the Lambs (1991)	*
25.	8.6	Casablanca (1942)	+
26.	8.6	The Usual Suspects (1995)
27.	8.6	Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)
28.	8.6	Rear Window (1954)	-
29.	8.6	Psycho (1960)	+
30.	8.6	It's a Wonderful Life (1946)	+
31.	8.6	Léon: The Professional (1994)	/
32.	8.6	Sunset Blvd. (1950)
33.	8.5	Memento (2000)	/
34.	8.5	The Dark Knight Rises (2012)	+
35.	8.5	American History X (1998)
36.	8.5	Apocalypse Now (1979)
37.	8.5	Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991)
38.	8.5	Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964)
39.	8.5	Saving Private Ryan (1998) fell asleep	*
40.	8.5	Alien (1979)
41.	8.5	City Lights (1931)	-
42.	8.5	North by Northwest (1959)	-
43.	8.5	Spirited Away (2001)	-
44.	8.5	Citizen Kane (1941)	+
45.	8.5	Modern Times (1936)	-
46.	8.5	The Shining (1980)	+
47.	8.5	Vertigo (1958)
48.	8.5	Back to the Future (1985)	*
49.	8.4	American Beauty (1999)
50.	8.4	The Pianist (2002)
51.	8.4	The Departed (2006)	*
52.	8.4	Taxi Driver (1976)
53.	8.4	M (1931)	-
54.	8.4	Paths of Glory (1957)
55.	8.4	Toy Story 3 (2010)	/
56.	8.4	Life Is Beautiful (1997)	-
57.	8.4	Double Indemnity (1944)
58.	8.4	Aliens (1986)
59.	8.4	WALL·E (2008)	/
60.	8.4	The Lives of Others (2006)	-
61.	8.4	A Clockwork Orange (1971)
62.	8.4	Amélie (2001)
63.	8.4	Gladiator (2000)	*
64.	8.4	The Green Mile (1999)
65.	8.4	The Intouchables (2011)
66.	8.4	Lawrence of Arabia (1962)
67.	8.4	To Kill a Mockingbird (1962)	+
68.	8.4	The Prestige (2006)
69.	8.4	The Great Dictator (1940)
70.	8.4	Reservoir Dogs (1992)	*
71.	8.4	Das Boot (1981)	-
72.	8.4	Requiem for a Dream (2000)
73.	8.4	The Third Man (1949)	-
74.	8.4	The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948)
75.	8.4	Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)
76.	8.3	Cinema Paradiso (1988)
77.	8.3	Once Upon a Time in America (1984)
78.	8.3	Chinatown (1974)
79.	8.3	L.A. Confidential (1997)
80.	8.3	The Lion King (1994)
81.	8.3	Star Wars: Episode VI - Return of the Jedi (1983)
82.	8.3	Full Metal Jacket (1987)
83.	8.3	Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)
84.	8.3	Braveheart (1995)
85.	8.3	Singin' in the Rain (1952)
86.	8.3	Oldboy (2003)	-
87.	8.3	Some Like It Hot (1959)	+
88.	8.3	The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (2012)
89.	8.3	Amadeus (1984)	-
90.	8.3	Metropolis (1927)	-
91.	8.3	Rashomon (1950)	-
92.	8.3	Bicycle Thieves (1948)	-
93.	8.3	2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)	/
94.	8.3	Unforgiven (1992)
95.	8.3	All About Eve (1950)	-
96.	8.3	The Apartment (1960)
97.	8.3	Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989)	+
98.	8.3	The Sting (1973)	-
99.	8.3	Raging Bull (1980)
100.	8.3	The Bridge on the River Kwai (1957)	-
101.	8.3	Die Hard (1988)	*
102.	8.3	Witness for the Prosecution (1957)
103.	8.3	Batman Begins (2005)
104.	8.3	A Separation (2011)	-
105.	8.3	Grave of the Fireflies (1988)	-
106.	8.3	Pan's Labyrinth (2006)	/
107.	8.3	Downfall (2004)	-
108.	8.3	Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939)	-
109.	8.3	Yojimbo (1961)	-
110.	8.3	The Great Escape (1963)
111.	8.3	For a Few Dollars More (1965)	-
112.	8.3	Snatch. (2000)
113.	8.3	Up (2009)
114.	8.3	Inglourious Basterds (2009) fell asleep	*
115.	8.2	On the Waterfront (1954)	-
116.	8.2	The Elephant Man (1980)
117.	8.2	The Seventh Seal (1957)	-
118.	8.2	Toy Story (1995)	/
119.	8.2	Heat (1995)	*
120.	8.2	The Maltese Falcon (1941)	-
121.	8.2	The General (1926)	-
122.	8.2	Gran Torino (2008)
123.	8.2	Rebecca (1940)	-
124.	8.2	Blade Runner (1982)
125.	8.2	Wild Strawberries (1957)	-
126.	8.2	The Avengers (2012)
127.	8.2	Fargo (1996)	*
128.	8.2	The Kid (1921)	-
129.	8.2	Scarface (1983)	*
130.	8.2	Touch of Evil (1958)	-
131.	8.2	The Big Lebowski (1998)
132.	8.2	Ran (1985)	-
133.	8.2	The Deer Hunter (1978)
134.	8.2	Cool Hand Luke (1967)
135.	8.2	Sin City (2005)
136.	8.2	The Gold Rush (1925)
137.	8.2	Strangers on a Train (1951)
138.	8.2	It Happened One Night (1934)
139.	8.2	No Country for Old Men (2007)
140.	8.2	Jaws (1975)
141.	8.1	Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels (1998) oddly enough, I love this movie, but always fall asleep somehow	*
142.	8.1	The Sixth Sense (1999)
143.	8.1	Hotel Rwanda (2004)
144.	8.1	Platoon (1986)
145.	8.1	High Noon (1952)
146.	8.1	The Thing (1982)
147.	8.1	Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969)
148.	8.1	The Wizard of Oz (1939)
149.	8.1	Casino (1995)
150.	8.1	Trainspotting (1996)
151.	8.1	Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003)
152.	8.1	Warrior (2011/I)     Here come the water works.
153.	8.1	Annie Hall (1977)
154.	8.1	Notorious (1946)	-
155.	8.1	The Secret in Their Eyes (2009)	-
156.	8.1	Gone with the Wind (1939)	+
157.	8.1	Good Will Hunting (1997)	*+
158.	8.1	The King's Speech (2010)
159.	8.1	The Grapes of Wrath (1940)	+
160.	8.1	Into the Wild (2007)
161.	8.1	Life of Brian (1979)
162.	8.1	Finding Nemo (2003)
163.	8.1	V for Vendetta (2005)
164.	8.1	How to Train Your Dragon (2010)
165.	8.1	My Neighbor Totoro (1988)	-
166.	8.1	Dial M for Murder (1954)
167.	8.1	The Big Sleep (1946)	-
168.	8.1	Ben-Hur (1959)
169.	8.1	The Terminator (1984)
170.	8.1	Network (1976)
171.	8.1	Million Dollar Baby (2004) I turned the channel when she bit her own tongue off	*
172.	8.1	The Night of the Hunter (1955)
173.	8.1	Black Swan (2010)
174.	8.1	There Will Be Blood (2007)
175.	8.1	Stand by Me (1986)
176.	8.1	Donnie Darko (2001)
177.	8.1	Groundhog Day (1993)	/
178.	8.1	Dog Day Afternoon (1975)
179.	8.1	Twelve Monkeys (1995)
180.	8.1	Amores Perros (2000)	-
181.	8.1	The Bourne Ultimatum (2007)
182.	8.1	Mary and Max (2009)	-
183.	8.1	The 400 Blows (1959)	-
184.	8.1	Persona (1966)	-
185.	8.1	The Graduate (1967)	+
186.	8.1	Gandhi (1982)
187.	8.1	The Killing (1956)
188.	8.0	Howl's Moving Castle (2004)	-
189.	8.0	The Artist (2011/I)
190.	8.0	The Princess Bride (1987)	*
191.	8.0	8½ (1963)	-
192.	8.0	Argo (2012)
193.	8.0	Slumdog Millionaire (2008)
194.	8.0	Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966)	-
195.	8.0	La Strada (1954)	-
196.	8.0	The Manchurian Candidate (1962)
197.	8.0	The Hustler (1961)
198.	8.0	A Beautiful Mind (2001)
199.	8.0	Rocky (1976) I've only sat and watched Rocky IV all the way through	*
200.	8.0	The Wild Bunch (1969)
201.	8.0	Anatomy of a Murder (1959)
202.	8.0	Stalag 17 (1953)	-
203.	8.0	The Exorcist (1973)
204.	8.0	Sleuth (1972)
205.	8.0	Rope (1948)	-
206.	8.0	Barry Lyndon (1975)	-
207.	8.0	The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962)	-
208.	8.0	District 9 (2009)	/
209.	8.0	Stalker (1979)
210.	8.0	Infernal Affairs (2002)
211.	8.0	Roman Holiday (1953)
212.	8.0	The Truman Show (1998)
213.	8.0	Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl (2003) went to midnight showing; straight up laid down and took a nap during it (never saw any of the others either)	*
214.	8.0	Ratatouille (2007)	*
215.	8.0	Ip Man (2008)	-
216.	8.0	The Diving Bell and the Butterfly (2007)	-
217.	8.0	Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 (2011)
218.	8.0	A Fistful of Dollars (1964)
219.	8.0	A Streetcar Named Desire (1951)
220.	8.0	Monsters, Inc. (2001)
221.	8.0	In the Name of the Father (1993)
222.	8.0	Star Trek (2009)
223.	8.0	Beauty and the Beast (1991)
224.	8.0	Rosemary's Baby (1968)
225.	8.0	Harvey (1950)
226.	8.0	Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind (1984)	-
227.	8.0	The Wrestler (2008)	/
228.	8.0	All Quiet on the Western Front (1930)
229.	8.0	La Haine (1995)	-
230.	8.0	Rain Man (1988)
231.	8.0	Battleship Potemkin (1925)	-
232.	8.0	Shutter Island (2010)
233.	8.0	Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring (2003)	-
234.	8.0	Nosferatu (1922)
235.	8.0	Manhattan (1979)
236.	8.0	Mystic River (2003)
237.	8.0	Bringing Up Baby (1938)
238.	8.0	Shadow of a Doubt (1943)
239.	8.0	Big Fish (2003)
240.	8.0	Papillon (1973)
241.	8.0	Castle in the Sky (1986)
242.	8.0	The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)
243.	8.0	The Untouchables (1987)
244.	8.0	Jurassic Park (1993)	*
245.	8.0	Let the Right One In (2008)
246.	8.0	In the Heat of the Night (1967)
247.	8.0	Arsenic and Old Lace (1944)
248.	8.0	In the Mood for Love (2000)
249.	8.0	The Searchers (1956)
250.	8.0	3 Idiots (2009)

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