Helen took this picture when we were at the beach last summer. We want to go back -- NOW.
Friday, November 17, 2006
It's the weekend and we have to stay up all night!!!
The 11-year-old just arrived. Helen had a great time tonight creating her own blog about her stuffed animals. She had so much fun that I don't think I'll ever get her in to her bed to sleep -- even with duct tape.
"But Mom, it's Friday night -- we haven't done anything yet! It's the weekend! Show me your blog again..."
Mollie has taken to chasing her tail. She loves to lounge in a large brown wing back chair that Jo (the neighbor who gave us Mollie) also had, but passed on to us when she moved to Texas. Mollie thinks its her chair as it's amazingly well color coordinated.
We're about as techno-savvy as two geeks in a basement can be on Friday night -- papers that should have been filed are strewn around the room. Digital camera flashing like a strobe light as each new set of stuffed animals pose for pictures (and pose, and turn, and pose, and turn...) along the "runway" -- our couch. Mollie seems non plussed and has found her cat toys far more intellectually stimulating at this point.
Grandma and Grandpa arrive in less than 48 hours -- what are we thinking?
"But Mom, it's Friday night -- we haven't done anything yet! It's the weekend! Show me your blog again..."
Mollie has taken to chasing her tail. She loves to lounge in a large brown wing back chair that Jo (the neighbor who gave us Mollie) also had, but passed on to us when she moved to Texas. Mollie thinks its her chair as it's amazingly well color coordinated.
We're about as techno-savvy as two geeks in a basement can be on Friday night -- papers that should have been filed are strewn around the room. Digital camera flashing like a strobe light as each new set of stuffed animals pose for pictures (and pose, and turn, and pose, and turn...) along the "runway" -- our couch. Mollie seems non plussed and has found her cat toys far more intellectually stimulating at this point.
Grandma and Grandpa arrive in less than 48 hours -- what are we thinking?
And now for the obligatory cheesecake moment...
Life hooked to a blackberry is about as glamorous as being permanently attached to an orange extension cord. Looks about as hip (pun intended) too these days. In DC, everyone's now trying to walk and type at the same time. I've even seen two people at a corner lunch table typing messages at each other rather than actually speak out loud face-to-face.
If you visit, beware the DC traffic -- my coworker has managed to figure out how to drive and type at the same time, I'm too scared to ask how that works... This is an odd result of the local law requiring that cell phone calls can only be made while driving if you use a wireless handset. She can't find her replacement earbud, for the replacement earbud -- so she e-mails instead. Bet the City Council never saw that one coming.
One of the few benefits of my electronic tether is Friday morning's movie e-mail from the New York Times. Its reviews I've found to be closer to my tastes than those from the Washington Post, and they have a wider selection of movies from which to salivate. This one message of the week is enough to make me jump from the bed -- thoughts of sitting in a stadium-style theater (a must because I'm short and seem to attract other patrons whose day jobs involve the NBA), big vat of popcorn in my lap, and one of those sodas in a cup that doubles as a hat if you feel the need for a disguise when the credits roll (was the movie THAT bad?).
And guess who was there this morning?
Well, slap me si
lly and call him cute (even if he is a blond.) The review of Casino Royale was encouraging also and did its darn best to rest all those rumors of movie star who couldn't drive a standard shift car (didn't know they had anything in England but standard shift cars...) and wore a rather silly looking life preserver (better safe than sorry, I think -- is there a future career here in water safety PSAs if the acting thing doesn't pan out?) to a movie shoot.
Sadly for me, the theater fare of the weekend is instead Flushed Away. Can't take the young one to the Casino just yet. But I suppose I'll survive listening to a rat with Hugh Jackman's voice coming out of it. I'll take what I can get!
If you visit, beware the DC traffic -- my coworker has managed to figure out how to drive and type at the same time, I'm too scared to ask how that works... This is an odd result of the local law requiring that cell phone calls can only be made while driving if you use a wireless handset. She can't find her replacement earbud, for the replacement earbud -- so she e-mails instead. Bet the City Council never saw that one coming.
One of the few benefits of my electronic tether is Friday morning's movie e-mail from the New York Times. Its reviews I've found to be closer to my tastes than those from the Washington Post, and they have a wider selection of movies from which to salivate. This one message of the week is enough to make me jump from the bed -- thoughts of sitting in a stadium-style theater (a must because I'm short and seem to attract other patrons whose day jobs involve the NBA), big vat of popcorn in my lap, and one of those sodas in a cup that doubles as a hat if you feel the need for a disguise when the credits roll (was the movie THAT bad?).
And guess who was there this morning?
Well, slap me si
lly and call him cute (even if he is a blond.) The review of Casino Royale was encouraging also and did its darn best to rest all those rumors of movie star who couldn't drive a standard shift car (didn't know they had anything in England but standard shift cars...) and wore a rather silly looking life preserver (better safe than sorry, I think -- is there a future career here in water safety PSAs if the acting thing doesn't pan out?) to a movie shoot.Sadly for me, the theater fare of the weekend is instead Flushed Away. Can't take the young one to the Casino just yet. But I suppose I'll survive listening to a rat with Hugh Jackman's voice coming out of it. I'll take what I can get!
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