oh dad.

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I grew up in family of five girls and one boy, not counting my daddy. I think that my dad sometimes felt overwhelmed by the excessive amounts of estrogen, so he took his manly stands where he could.

One of those areas was movies. I grew up on a healthy does of Star Wars, Indiana Jones and James Bond. My dad classified "chick flicks" as any western, Disney, or Collin Firth movie; or at least those were the examples he gave when we complained that in a family of six girls, we didn't own a single chick flick. 

I have to admit though, I loved it.

I'm probably the only girl in the world who doesn't love the Notebook and would choose a Daniel Craig flick over a Jennifer Aniston nine times out of ten. 

And unlike most girls, on those down days when I need a little emotion comfort, I find my solace in Luke, Han and Leia saving the galaxy one death star at a time.

-Heather

Can I just say I really miss the old 70's movie posters. here.

I think I died a little the first time I saw this part. here

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muwahahahaha! here.

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