Our Weekend

I haven't done a weekend post in ages.  I think it has something to do with the fact that we don't do much on weekends these days.  Typically, they involve nursing a head cold, running errands, cleaning and watching too much Curious George.  This weekend was different, I got out of the house, ran errands, cleaned, and watched too much Cars. You'd think I had photo evidence of said weekend.  But when evaluating my camera, it mostly looks like this:

BUT, Friday night my parents invited me to go to my first NHL Hockey game in twenty-something years.  Coming from Minnesota I always thought Nashville's obsession with "ice hockey" was strange.  Now, I understand.  The showboating and craziness is sort of a cross between the WWE and college football.  Prior to the Preds loosing game I said hockey wasn't how I spent my entertainment budget.  After watching a thirty-foot feline face descend from the rafters and a dead fish thrown onto the ice, I might have to change my tune.

The remainder of the weekend was spent on playdates, soaking up some spring-like sun and watching movies.  Rocky and I managed to see a third of the Oscar Best Movie contenders in the 8 days leading up to the show.  Not too shabby considering we hadn't seen one until last Saturday.  I have to say I got a little emotional at the conlusion of Argo.  After watching Good Will Hunting on continuous repeat during college, I feel like my big brother grew up and made something of himself.  I was so happy to see him win!

Then, Sunday night Bennett was kind enough to invite us to his place for supper.  It was one of the highlights of my weekend. 

Otherwise, I was breaking up lots of fights over here. 

Brothers.  Can't live with'em can't live without 'em.  

Wish List

I have wanted a bike for a long time, but Rocky doesn't seem to trust my driving skills.  I think this one is worth purchasing even if he won't let me ride it.  It is just so darn pretty!  I would definitely blend in more with my neighbors if I rode one of these.  If you're in the market for a bicycle or just a porch decoration, you can find it here of all places.

Back off, he's mine!

Under normal circumstances, I probably wouldn't mock my husband yet again.  But this time, he deserves it.  I got my Valentine five days late because he kept leaving it at the office.  I'm a lucky girl, whatcanisay? 

 

I was willing to look past the slacker attitude until I read his message.  I think the second sentence meant to say was, "My life is so much better with you in it."  Instead, he wrote:

 

My life is so much better with you, is it?  Hahahaha.  I couldn't stop laughing.  Love you too!

Dream Big

Last night before turning out the lights, we caught a few minutes of House Hunters International.  Like many of the hunters, the episode featured a couple that was moving to the beach to simplify their life.  With our work schedules and general winter malaise, I started to daydream and asked Rocky what he thought.

A: What about Italy?  It looks nice; we like to eat.  I could be a tour guide.  What could you do in Italy? 

R: Maybe a lawyer?

A: Hmm.  What about someplace like Hawaii?

R:  I could be a lawyer!  Yeah, let's do that.

I don't think we'll be simplifying our life anytime soon.  A girl can dream though.

Webby

To most this is a picture of some scribble.  To a mother, this is the evolution of an artist.  You see, Bennett typically likes to draw with one color, big giant circles with some angry dots thrown in for good measure.  Other times, his creation is limited to one corner or a stray line as he runs off to the next activity. 

When I picked up his art at school, I was thrilled to see this artistic interpretation.  It wasn't a landscape or a still life, but when a mother anticipates another answer of "circles" you'll be delighted when you hear him reply, "spider webs."  I'm sure my face lit up and I hugged him a little too tight.  I think I'll just pretend it has nothing to do with the fact he found a web in his room, or the fact that he's watched a certain Curious George episode with spider webs one too many times. 

My kid has an imagination!  It's almost like that time when he told his grandmother that he ate the soap and therefor couldn't take a bath.  Except that time he was just plain old lying.