Monday, April 04, 2005
highlight reel
Our weekend:
1) Rabbit has learned to say "dammit!" Your life is not quite complete until you hear your two-year-old daughter mutter "Dammit. Puzzle. Dammit." I think it's kind of funny, but of course not funny enough to let her know I think it's funny or to be an enabler, etc. etc. Mom is appalled but hides it pretty well, considering the lectures I got growing up for saying "oh, my gosh." And anyway, it could be worse. Much worse. Oh god, this could get ugly.
2) Sin City was excellent, if a bit (haha, a bit, I'm totally understating there) violent. I heard somewhere that the first few MINUTES were violent. I think what the reviewer meant was the first few HOURS. But have to consider the source material. It wasn't surprising. It was a beautiful movie, though, stylistically. I wish there were more movies done like that. If there are, please let me know so I can sit down with them all and go into a beautiful comic-book-ish noir movie coma.
3) We are getting old. Ben and I went into Target about half an hour before closing, and when we were getting ready to leave, a posse came in obnoxiously squeaking their shoes on the floor and shouting at each other and just generally being teenagers. As soon as we got outside, we both started to say something like "those darned kids!" Eek, we are so old.
4) Warm weather does not equal spring when it RAINS ALL DAMN DAY. All weekend. I had to start my seeds inside. Not so bad unless you have an ant infestation, which we do, which means there may or may not be ants in the seed-starting mix. I don't think any got in. At least I hope not.
5) I am having some wicked hormone swings for some mysterious reason. Between the breakdown at the pediatrician's office last Tuesday (long story) and my pure fishwife hatred of Ben when he got home on Sunday, I think I'm turning into my evil, depressed twin. Lovely combination. GET HERE ALREADY SPRING!
1) Rabbit has learned to say "dammit!" Your life is not quite complete until you hear your two-year-old daughter mutter "Dammit. Puzzle. Dammit." I think it's kind of funny, but of course not funny enough to let her know I think it's funny or to be an enabler, etc. etc. Mom is appalled but hides it pretty well, considering the lectures I got growing up for saying "oh, my gosh." And anyway, it could be worse. Much worse. Oh god, this could get ugly.
2) Sin City was excellent, if a bit (haha, a bit, I'm totally understating there) violent. I heard somewhere that the first few MINUTES were violent. I think what the reviewer meant was the first few HOURS. But have to consider the source material. It wasn't surprising. It was a beautiful movie, though, stylistically. I wish there were more movies done like that. If there are, please let me know so I can sit down with them all and go into a beautiful comic-book-ish noir movie coma.
3) We are getting old. Ben and I went into Target about half an hour before closing, and when we were getting ready to leave, a posse came in obnoxiously squeaking their shoes on the floor and shouting at each other and just generally being teenagers. As soon as we got outside, we both started to say something like "those darned kids!" Eek, we are so old.
4) Warm weather does not equal spring when it RAINS ALL DAMN DAY. All weekend. I had to start my seeds inside. Not so bad unless you have an ant infestation, which we do, which means there may or may not be ants in the seed-starting mix. I don't think any got in. At least I hope not.
5) I am having some wicked hormone swings for some mysterious reason. Between the breakdown at the pediatrician's office last Tuesday (long story) and my pure fishwife hatred of Ben when he got home on Sunday, I think I'm turning into my evil, depressed twin. Lovely combination. GET HERE ALREADY SPRING!
