raspberry beret
Ah, Monday. What a dick this day is.
Internets, I don’t mind telling you that I had a rather lovely and restful weekend. On Saturday morning, we took the baby to tee-ball and were happy to sit in some shaded bleachers. The moms in front of us provided the entertainment by talking in hushed tones about their psychic, who told one mom that she saw a flooded basement in the future. There was much gasping when that mom revealed that not six weeks later, there was some heavy rain (in Pittsburgh of all places!) and her brother’s girlfriend’s roommate’s dog’s basement flooded. Freaky, right?
After tee-ball, the husband went to work and the baby and I pretty much just relaxed the rest of the day. We put in some quality time with the Wii.
When the husband came home from work, we walked to the main boulevard. We passed some honeysuckle and the smell was intoxicating. The husband helped me to drink a drop of honeysuckle water and I finally believed that summer was here. We stopped into the state store so that I could gather the materials necessary to quench my craving for chilled white wine. Then we got some ice cream and practically skipped home, it was all so la-di-da.
Sunday morning, I rolled out of bed and rustled the family together. We go to the tee-ball field and were dismayed to see that no one was there. Alas, it was Junior Pirates day at PNC Park. But we had no desire to sit at the ballpark on a 90+ degree day, so we just went home. We ate some breakfast on the porch and just sat out there for a few hours, reading and enjoying the lovely day. Later, we went over to my mother-in-law’s house where I spent at least 3 hours drifting around on a raft in the pool. And I didn’t even get sunburned.
I love summer.
The husband noted that over the weekend, we watched three movies, all of which were about someone(s) being held captive: Turistas, Black Snake Moan, and An American Crime.
Turistas was just rather stupid, I fell asleep halfway through Black Snake Moan but what I saw of it was pretty meh. It also made me want to take a shower really badly. An American Crime was complicated. I felt that the way the story was presented, with the victim as the first-person, posthumous, omniscient narrator was tacky. Of course, Ellen Page and Catherine Keener are amazing no matter what they do and it was a very blunt way of showing how abuse can turn even its victims into monsters, thus continuing the cycle, but that often the people who say nothing in a situation like that are almost as disgusting as the abusers themselves. Obviously, since it was based on a true story, it was really depressing and there were more than a few moments where I had to emotionally distance myself from what I was watching. Otherwise, I would have had some kind of breakdown.
Ahem. Anyway. On Wednesday, the baby will finish up kindergarten and I will officially be the mother of a first-grader. Oh my holy hell.
June 9th, 2008 at 5:11 pm
Is he doing half-moon pose? I am freakishly limber in that pose. Unfortunately, I’m kind of an oaf in most other asanas.
June 10th, 2008 at 10:34 am
he is. he seems to really dig yoga, which is just the cutest thing ever.
June 9th, 2008 at 5:49 pm
I’m a mother of a First Grader, too, Friday was our last day! Yays!
And honeysuckle is my favorite flower. I kept trying to convince the women to put it in my wedding bouquet, but the shit DIES as soon as you pick it. It’s seriously my favorite thing about late spring… and that’s all Eva wants to do outside is drink honeysuckle nectar.
June 10th, 2008 at 10:34 am
can you believe that was my first time tasting that nectar? I think I found heaven!
June 9th, 2008 at 6:21 pm
Honeysuckle!!!
Miss you at yoga!
June 10th, 2008 at 10:35 am
miss you too! hey, I don’t know what your schedule is during the week, but I’ve been hitting up the noon yoga class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. If you can join me, you should!
June 9th, 2008 at 7:08 pm
OMG, that psychic sounds like awesome, you know? That poor dog…
I’ve been meaning to watch Hard Candy which apparently is meant to be very thought provocative and meant to cause a stir by making couples split up over it because they will disagree about it or something. I’m just glad I’m single.
Wow, that was a lot of sarcasm for just one comment.
June 10th, 2008 at 10:36 am
“Wow, that was a lot of sarcasm for just one comment.”
doll, there is no such thing as too much sarcasm. not on my blog, anyway.
June 9th, 2008 at 9:35 pm
He looks like a Wii Fit pro!!
June 10th, 2008 at 10:36 am
he’s surprisingly good at it. the wii fit and wii sports have been the easiest for him to pick up. all other games are still a little over his head.