CFC Class: The many faces of Steven Martin

With all the excitement over the past week, I've thought about Father of the Bride oh, at least a hundred times. While I usually pride myself on my knowledge of a celeb's entire career, I must admit that Steve Martin will always be George Banks to me.

However, when I was in driving around Florida the past few months, I found myself listening to a lot of NPR, and really enjoyed this combination of Steve Martin interviews over the years.

Martin: From Standup to Movie Star and Writer, NPR Fresh Air

 He's had a varied career from numerous hosting duties on SNL:

 

To banjo playing:


To author:
Born Standing Up, A Comic's Life by Steve Martin

To starring in one of my favorite romantic comedies in recent years:

Who's your favorite version of Mr. Martin?

Home Sweet Home

You know how some houses are just classic, instantly recognizable, iconic homes? That's how I feel about where I grew up.

Even though I never. . .

Had a wedding reception planned by Franc complete with swans in the front yard

Or defended it from the Wet Bandits on Christmas Eve

Or had to move before the St. Louis World's Fair

Or played hooky with my best friends and stole my dad's car

Or stood by the window while Mrs. Danvers looked on (thank goodness)

Or stayed up all night composing a song for Bella

Or threw a rock in the window to make a wish


Or completed some major renovations for a teenage love

Or bumped into a naked Ryan Reynolds (darn)

I will always think this was the greatest house in the entire world.

Goodbye 7230, I will love you forever. And welcome to SC, Mom and Dad! Thanks for making that house a really wonderful home. I think Miranda said it best.

Please pass the tissues.

Movie Quote (and Scene) of the Day

I mean, I know I cant stay. But its like I don't want to leave.

Well that's the thing about life . . . is the surprises. The little things that sneak up on you and grab hold of you.- Father of the Bride

As previously mentioned, I was in Florida the past few weeks for work. I spent most of my time in my hometown, sleeping in my childhood room, and hanging out with girls who have been my best friends since I was 14.

I know I'm "grown up" and I wouldn't trade my life today for anything. I know it's been 10 years since I officially lived in Florida and I'll be back soon enough for the holidays.

But sometimes I forget what it's like to eat dinner with my parents every night, to run to the beach to watch the sunset, and to laugh so hard I'm crying over something that happened sophomore year.

But I remember now.