Not quite sure what happened, but you know, Friday nights
are our family nights. We do the same thing each weekend—make a pizza and watch
movies. Last night, I was feeling a bit more excited than usual, and instead of
watching a free movie from the library, I decided to visit Redbox. And to make
it fair, each of us would get a movie. At $1.25 each, the expense of a family
night for $3.75 would be awesome—for six hours of entertainment? Five movies
and $6.75 later we left the kiosk. We’d planned on going for a hike Saturday,
but we’ve gotta have the movies back by tonight. Terrible excuse for my ass to
use in sitting around right? So while I’m watching the movies, I will do simple
exercises. We’ll see what happens with that!
We went to the library Saturday morning and got online to
find out where Cameron’s game was in Mountain Green. I wrote all the directions
down and announced it was time to go. Unfortunately, trying to pry Nikki’s
hands from her game caused serious consequences. She’s not allowed on a
computer until Monday—a fate worse than death, but it’s put a crimp in our
schedule. Rules are rules and Mom’s Rules end all.
Racing home, I found we didn’t need to buy water because we
had bottles in the freezer. Bonus—ten minutes minus for the visit to the store.
That would leave us half an hour to get to a place seventeen minutes away. Finally,
I’m going to be on time! Do you realize what a huge deal this is? Let me tell
you, HUGE! I felt like a mother in charge. We’d probably beat Cameron’s
dad—wouldn’t that be something? But
after a wrong turn, I wound up back on the freeway the wrong direction. By the
time I delivered Cameron to his game, set back by nearly fifteen minutes, his
father stood with his hands on his hips. “Cameron only gets to practice five
minutes.” He’d won the match—this time, and the team lost by a landslide.
Cameron’s dad invited me to take Grandma Bev to the eye
doctor a couple of times a month. “Sure,” I told him, “I could certainly use a
new adventure.” The problem is that Grandma is the type of gal that suggests
you take her to “pick up a couple of things” along the way. More than once,
she’s come close to a brawl with an opposing grandma, refusing to move to the
side—almost want to grab a bag of chips, a soda, and take a seat for the show,
because neither will budge. Actually, if you’re accustomed to Dr. Seuss’s story
of the North-Going-Zax and the South-Going-Zax in the soup aisle, you’ll get
it.
Still, because he played a hard game and we were starving,
we decided to grab a bite. Cameron ate his and half of mine, because he’s
preparing for the next game, and Nikki stalled by cutting the rice she did not
ask for, yet I insisted on. The food was yummy and now we’re watching I, Frankenstein and the unbelievable
steps of special FX through CGI (computer graphic interface). We’ll also take a
look at Last Vegas (hilarious with
Robert DeNiro, Morgan Freeman, Michael Douglas, and Kevin Kline), Jobs (with
Ashton Kutcher portraying Steve Jobs), and Nikki’s Tarzan choice. When Nikki exclaimed, “Wow, I wonder if Tarzan knows
how to mate,” I could only bring myself to say, “He doesn’t. Cartoons don’t
mate.” What would you have said?
By the way, Nikki forced my hand by playing on the computer
when we got home, so for each time she didn’t listen, she got another day off.
Now she has permission to continue playing today, and no computer until next
Friday—that’s how many times I told her. I know, I know, I’m not a very good
rule enforcer—that’s what you’re thinking—but allowing her to play against the
rules was better than having her watch Adam Frankenstein fighting demons and
gargoyles, even with explanation of FX.
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