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A few items.
Jun. 30th, 2011 09:10 pm1. Saw the OB yesterday. She was appalled at the behavior of the Sonographer From Hell, and as I was leaving the appointment she was walking across the hall to "rectify the situation" of the techs making unnecessary and upsetting comments to patients. So if you go to CL for a sonogram and the tech won't even tell you if there's a baby in there or not unless the doctor is sitting there, it might be my fault. I was...assertive.
2. The older brother of a girl in Big Ez's preschool class was recently diagnosed with leukemia. I am friendly with the parents, but don't know them that well. The neighborhood has really been amazing--I think they had to put a big chest freezer on their porch to accommodate all the casseroles--but I'm not sure what to do. I thought of making him something (blanket? Stuffed animal?) since he has all these chemo appointments and it might be nice to have some kind of personal item, but I don't know if he's too old for that or what. He's six, I think? Fortunately he responded very well to his first chemo treatment and seems to be doing well. It's so hard to think about what the family is going through, but I think of them often. If you're the praying type, please give Owen and his family a good thought.
3. I think I'm taking the kids to a movie tomorrow morning. The only bad thing about this is that the one with the best reviews is Mr. Popper's Penguins. I hate Jim Carrey, but the other kid flicks right now are supposed to be dreadful (including Cars 2, btw). I used to enjoy going to movies. My roommate and I would go to movies about three times a week, literally. We saw everything. Now I look at the "what's playing" list and it's just...ugh. Really? The best we have to choose from are Bridesmaids or Bad Teacher or Hangover II? I'll just return to anti-movie hermitdom.
I'm not getting snobby here; it's not like I only watch foreign films or Academy Award contenders or anything--although that doesn't say much, as I remind you that Titanic actually won. I mean, I love a good cheeseball dance movie, for example. I have seen the Twilight films. Believe me, I'm not against the occasional totally lowbrow movie. I don't even want to talk about how many times Beth and I watched Zorro: The Gay Blade. I just get tired of lame sex jokes and pot jokes and really broad, obvious stuff. Why can't Christopher Guest make another movie? And if he won't, I can even get into a puffy epic-sweeping-saga. But this spate of SNL-type stuff is just really stale. I read the extended reviews and figure, well, glad I didn't plunk down $10 to see that one.
4. Anya reads me Amelia Bedelia books most days. Pete cannot stand Amelia Bedelia. The things you learn about your spouse. Like, he really hates that woman.
5. I made something with papaya for dinner a couple of nights ago, only to discover I am the only person living here who does not think papaya will make my tongue fall out upon first bite. Rather than throw out the remaining papaya, I bought another one and am going to make papaya jam. I don't imagine this will be the most popular thing I've made, so if anyone wants some, speak out.
6. I am in a funk.
2. The older brother of a girl in Big Ez's preschool class was recently diagnosed with leukemia. I am friendly with the parents, but don't know them that well. The neighborhood has really been amazing--I think they had to put a big chest freezer on their porch to accommodate all the casseroles--but I'm not sure what to do. I thought of making him something (blanket? Stuffed animal?) since he has all these chemo appointments and it might be nice to have some kind of personal item, but I don't know if he's too old for that or what. He's six, I think? Fortunately he responded very well to his first chemo treatment and seems to be doing well. It's so hard to think about what the family is going through, but I think of them often. If you're the praying type, please give Owen and his family a good thought.
3. I think I'm taking the kids to a movie tomorrow morning. The only bad thing about this is that the one with the best reviews is Mr. Popper's Penguins. I hate Jim Carrey, but the other kid flicks right now are supposed to be dreadful (including Cars 2, btw). I used to enjoy going to movies. My roommate and I would go to movies about three times a week, literally. We saw everything. Now I look at the "what's playing" list and it's just...ugh. Really? The best we have to choose from are Bridesmaids or Bad Teacher or Hangover II? I'll just return to anti-movie hermitdom.
I'm not getting snobby here; it's not like I only watch foreign films or Academy Award contenders or anything--although that doesn't say much, as I remind you that Titanic actually won. I mean, I love a good cheeseball dance movie, for example. I have seen the Twilight films. Believe me, I'm not against the occasional totally lowbrow movie. I don't even want to talk about how many times Beth and I watched Zorro: The Gay Blade. I just get tired of lame sex jokes and pot jokes and really broad, obvious stuff. Why can't Christopher Guest make another movie? And if he won't, I can even get into a puffy epic-sweeping-saga. But this spate of SNL-type stuff is just really stale. I read the extended reviews and figure, well, glad I didn't plunk down $10 to see that one.
4. Anya reads me Amelia Bedelia books most days. Pete cannot stand Amelia Bedelia. The things you learn about your spouse. Like, he really hates that woman.
5. I made something with papaya for dinner a couple of nights ago, only to discover I am the only person living here who does not think papaya will make my tongue fall out upon first bite. Rather than throw out the remaining papaya, I bought another one and am going to make papaya jam. I don't imagine this will be the most popular thing I've made, so if anyone wants some, speak out.
6. I am in a funk.
