I survived…Toy Story 3

July 15, 2010 – 10:39 am

WARNING:  Do not see Toy Story 3 if:

You are a parent.
Your children seem to be growing up too quickly.
You cry easily.
Your baby is nearing her 4th birthday and you can’t believe it, and your biological clock is screaming “The end is near!!!”

This past Sunday, both girls wanted to see Toy Story 3….but not together, as that would violate the rules of separation inherant to “date days.”  Tim took Ava to see Toy Story 3 in 3D at the Downingtown Regal, and I took Tess to see it at the same theatre, a little earlier, to see it NOT in 3D.  Tess is coming up on her 4th birthday and because of potty breaks, sensitive hearing, and little girl attention span, seeing it in 3D seemed silly for the extra expense when I didn’t think we’d even get to watch most of it.

We arrived during previews (I got the time wrong, but not too bad), and armed with popcorn, soda to share, and her own special ($$$) box of Sour Patch Kids we quietly climbed the steps in the theatre until Tess had found the perfect seats for us.  She started off in her own seat, but then after about 20 minutes climbed in my lap and we cuddled for the rest of the movie.

Having her there, snuggled up in her little-kid-ness, soon before her 4th birthday, was probably what made me cry so much at the end of Toy Story 3.  So bittersweet, Andy growing up, moving away from his childhood things. 

Yeah, I cried. Like, ugly cry.

Tess held my face and said “You sad a-cuz he growed up?  I grow up little for you, so you can be happy!” and gave me this cheesy smile.  I smiled and said I was ok with her growing up, and asked if she could always be my baby though.

Her deep, thought provoking response?

“Ok.  But I have to go potty – I have to pee like a racehorse!”

I leave you with this:  Tess, via iPhone camera, from my husband this morning. 

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Well, forget about Mortality Mondays…

July 6, 2010 – 9:58 am

Cutie the fish departed for that Great 4 Cup Measuring Cup in the sky overnight…

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Happy..um..5th of July!

July 5, 2010 – 7:57 pm

As yesterday was a day of migraine-induced blah-ness around my house, I’m glad that there was celebrating to be had on July 3rd, as well as a day off from work for me today, July 5th.  I woke up yesterday around 9am, then was back in bed from 10:30am-2pm.  I parented-by-couch as my husband napped on the other couch until 5:30pm, then went back to bed.  Ugh.

Today I’m way more tired than I have any right to be, but thought I’d finally make a post, as I’ve been MIA for a while.

Saturday night my husband and I took the kids to Good Neighbor Day in Downingtown, PA.  We rode some rides, played a couple of games, ate fair-related food (Funnel Cake, amen), and then relaxed on the fields to watch the fireworks.

The first game we played…how the hell do I not know the official name of it?  Ping Pong Toss?  Balls for Fish?  Whatever – balls were thrown, fish were won.  My 6 year old became the proud parent of 2 goldfish, named Cutie and Meanie.  These fish survived riding on spinny rides with my 3 year old and I, but apparently the death trap that is our apartment was too much to bear. 

We were exhausted when we got home, and all wanted nothing more than to fall asleep wherever we could.  I put the fish bag on the breakfast bar, and figured all would be fine.  Fast forward to Sunday morning at 9:30am, and 3 year old is in my face saying that the fishies peed on the counter.  I stumbled to the kitchen to find the fish bag (that sounds so dirty doesn’t it?  Or like a British insult “You bloody fish bag!”) deflated, water everywhere, and two fish in the space of about 2 tablespoons of water in the corner of the bag.   I grabbed our 4-cup glass measuring cup, popped in some filtered water and deposited Cutie and Meanie in to their new temporary housing.

But alas.  Meanie didn’t make it.  However, 3 year old was extremely excited when I sent Meanie to the big swirling vortex of expired fishies.

Now Cutie lives alone in his 4-cup bachelor pad until I can get to the store to pick up a fish tank that will last longer than Cutie probably will. 

Now, the trials and tribulations of Cutie and Meanie inspired giggles between Kristy and I as I email her updates as to the status of Cutie’s life.  We are GIANT FANS of Meg from the blog http://www.2birds1blog.com (Team Evie!), and the feature “TGI Hagman”.   With the fish updates, both Kristy and I were reminded of TGI Hagman, and Kristy suggested we blog it.   I’m going to start today on a Monday, instead of doing a Friday because realistically, how long do we expect this game-prize-fish to live?  Damn it, by questioning that, it’s possible that I just temped fate, and damned myself to sharing my room in the retirement home with the oldest goldfish in the world. 

Sigh…  The band plays on.

Monday’s Mortality Check:  It’s good!    The fish is alive.

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TV shows that make Americans look like a-holes

June 7, 2010 – 11:33 am

I almost want to call this post “Part I” because I know there will be more to come…American networks seem to love to showcase situations and people that clearly show other countries that we are a nation of a-holes.

The first show to speak to me on this topic was COPS.  COPS premiered on March 11, 1989 and was quickly adopted by our culture, airing 750 episodes through 2009.  I don’t care if you loved it or hated it, you watched it – you know you did.  Heck, I did.  Where else could you laugh at your fellow citizens as they were documented for posterity, televising to the world the “worst case scenario” of what life as an American is all about. 

The talk shows like “Jerry Springer” showed us – and the world – the state of family relationships, the qualities of control and honor we apparently don’t possess, irresponsibility, bad parenting, chronic idiocy, and the joys of DNA testing.

The latest show on my radar is “Man vs. Food” on the Travel Channel.  The show is basically a guy going to different restaurants around the country, stuffing his face with mountains of food until he’s a sweating mess.  People stand around watching, cheering him on.  It’s basically a Pie Eating Contest Road Trip where gluttony is celebrated.   He’s sitting there, shoveling food, sweating, trying not to throw up…and this is entertainment. 

Dear Other Countries,

I totally get why you hate us.

Sincerely,

Me

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“Man..WTF?” Capris

June 2, 2010 – 9:44 am

Co-blogger Kristy representing.

I was un/fortunate enough to witness a fashion WTF this morning. Man capris. I would like to think I am hip, cool and down with the 411 (bonus points if you know what movie that is from) but I have never seen or heard of these before. I thought maybe it was an illusion and they would change before my eyes into normal cargo pants. No dice.

 I have been informed via Google that these things do exist and are for sale on the interwebs today. I can’t imagine why any man would actually wear them though. I thought the male equivalent to female capris was the long board short. 

I am by no means an official fashion source. I recently found a t-shirt in my closet that said “Homecoming 1994″ and I proudly wore it last weekend. However, I do know that man capris are a no-no.

 Over and out.

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