Movies Alone: Yes or No?

A few weeks ago, I went to the movies by myself for the first time in my 31 years. William was off with my parents and I decided to treat myself to a movie. It was awesome! I didn't have to share my popcorn with anyone. I didn't have to accompany a certain 8-year-old to the bathroom. I just sat and watched Phelam 123 and enjoyed the hell out of it.

This week, William's been with my sister all week, so I decided to try again. This time, it was Bruno...and it didn't go as well. It was totally obvious that I was by myself. Usually, when you walk into the theater, the lights are off, so it's no big deal to be sitting by yourself. However this time, the lights were on and it seemed like there was a spotlight directly on me. Not to mention, I had a contraband cookie and diet coke that I wanted to bust out. Did I mention I was the first one in the theater, so I was kind of the center of attention before other people started filing in. But, when the lights when down, so did my crazy hyper-sensitivity and I was able to sit back and enjoy one of the best, most disturbing movies I've seen in a long time.

Other than being crazy and assuming that everyone is talking about me, the only other thing I don't like is that you don't have anyone to discuss the movie with after it's over. I guess I'm becoming a little more self-confident if I'm able to go to the movies by myself and not really care what people think (matinees only though, of course).

Have you ever been to the movies by yourself? Do you feel like everyone's talking about you? Am I crazy? (don't answer that)

My Hot Dog Problem

I took William to our local waterpark last Friday, as I was off for the 4th. We had a blast and around 3:00 we thought it was snack time, so we headed over to the snack area (I recommend putting your flip flops on) and stood in line to fill our tummies. First of all, they don't have Diet Coke, they have Diet Rite. I said "Ewwwww" and the cashier said "Sorry" very sincerely. William got some shaved ice and I decided a hot dog sounded good. For those of you who know me, I try to avoid pork at all costs, but a hot dog just sounded good. I ate the hot dog and went on about my day. By nightfall, I was totally dizzy and sick. While I never actually barfed, the thought of "hds", as I'm now calling them, makes me sooooo nauseous. Even as I'm writing this, I'm feeling sick.

So, do you think I could avoid hds? Nope. On Bridezillas, all the one girl could talk about....hds. On the Bachelorette, hds. On the radio, "You've seen the professionals eat hds, now it's your turn!" On an old movie, I just happened to want to watch again, Fools Rush In, hds. They're everywhere. I'm going to a baseball game this weekend, I bet I'll hear the words or see the food itself. That will probably put me over the edge.

The madness must stop.

Sometimes It's Gonna Rain

Today William is going on a field trip with Hartman Reserve Nature Preserve. They are going to Prairie City, which is roughly 2 hours south of us. I was super nervous last night, just thinking about what if he has to go to the bathroom, will they watch him at one of those gross gas stations like I would? I was very, very nervous. So, I didn't plan for the deluge that hit us on our way into the nature preserve.

We were running a little late, like we always do, trying to find this nature preserve that's tucked away behind several neighborhoods. William kept saying to me, "Look for a hill. I know there's a hill there." With that helpful information, I finally found the place. We stop at the first building, "Nope, you have to go down the trail." By this time, it is pouring like crazy and my umbrella is pretty much useless. I'm trying to protect the Nintendo DS in his backpack, completely ignoring William. We're walking down the trail, just as a car drives by us (apparently we could have driven down the trail....), and I look over at William who is completely drenched....as if I had thrown him in a river. We get to the nature center and the guides are looking at the shivering little puppy in front of them. I look around at all the other kids, who are totally dry, and wonder if they got there before the rain started or if there moms were much smarter than me. The guides say they will go through the lost and found to find him some clothes (P.S. who leaves a shirt and/or shorts behind?), but all I could ask about was, "If he has to go to the bathroom, you'll keep an eye on him at a gas station, right?" They laughed and said of course, which made me feel stupid and better at the same time.

As I was driving home to change my clothes, all I could think of was my poor little muffin sitting there in wet clothes, socks, shoes, etc. I should have packed an extra set of clothes. I wonder if he remembered to grab his backpack and lunch box. It's going to be a long day of worrying....

The Way You Make Me Feel

I'm not sure how I feel about Michael Jackson's death. While his passing is tragic, was it altogether unexpected? This guy went under more anesthesia than all of the Real Housewives combined for all of their various surgeries (although not Danielle from New Jersey, only one boob job for that girl) and Pamela Anderson. Plus he allegedly had a pretty bad prescription drug problem. And he was just....strange.

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Billie Jean, Thriller, even Dirty Diana. He was an AMAZING performer. But that talent can't negate all of the weirdness that surrounded him. As I watch all of the retrospectives and E! True Hollywood Stories, etc. on him, I'm not sure if he was just a big kid who really loved children, or if he's a big creep who REALLY loved children. Only he and those children know what happened, but I'm not inclined to forget that he was once accused of child molestation and once paid another accuser. If it walks like a duck...

However, those close to him, those who knew him well have spoken of his amazing kindness and genuine love for children. I hope that's all it was. But, we don't pick and choose what we will be remembered for. If you don't want people to talk about you, don't give them the ammunition.

Twitter Me This...

So, I've joined the 21st Century (or is it 20th? I can never keep that straight) and joined Twitter. I am all a-twitter with the possibilites! Mostly, I can do it from my mobile phone. And I guess I can update my facebook from it. Not sure how it all works just yet, but you can be sure in a week, I'll have it down pat.

Very sorry I've been so absent for so long, but I promise to make an effort to post several times a week. Mostly, I've felt pretty uninspired. However, it's very difficult without a computer of my very own to do it. For instance, the other night when we were at my parents for dinner and I was signing up for Twitter and trying to blog, William was all up in my business, like "What's Twitter?" and my mom was yelling at me to set the table. About the only thing I can do with a purpose over there is download music, and sometimes even that is a challenge. So I promise to find some quiet time at my parents to blog and/or get my own computer.

There have been so many things that have happened and that would be funny to blog about, but I've pretty much forgotten them by now. I will do better....

I'm Psychic!

Remember yesterday how I mentioned crazy Octuplets mom and Angelina in the same blog. Well....

I'm Going for Noctuplets!!!!

So, this woman with the Octuplets. Single, living with her parents, already had six children, and is shopping her story around to the highest bidder. Word is she'll get around $2mil for her story. Just for having Octuplets.

How can one person possibly take care of 8 babies and 6 children ages 2-7. How in the hell can anyone not named Brad and Angelina take care of that many kids? And, how can she possibly work? She must be on the dole. So technically, we're paying for these babies. All because some crazy fertility doctor took on her crazy mission to implant 8 embryos. WTF!!! We, as humans, are not meant to have litters. I believe the amount of children you should have is directly proportionate to the amount of nipples you have for feeding them. That's how it works in the animal world.

I blame Jon and Kate.

By the way, when I spellchecked this, Octuplets is not a word. Coincidence?!?!