The strangest things have happened this weekend. Not like Ripley's Believe it or Not or anything, but still...
Annelise rode her scooter over to my dad and Peggy's house Thursday afternoon and didn't come home for three days. I know! Peggy's grandson, Cole, who is just a little bit older than Annelise was also visiting and they just had a grand ol' time swimming, playing, watching movies and just hanging out. She didn't want to come home. We just sent clothes as needed. Cole left today, so she was finally ready to venture home, after her mani & pedi from Grandma, of course.
I did two P90X workouts in one day (yesterday). I don't recommend that, but I was trying to catch up after getting off track due to VBS this week.
Scott and I went to dinner Friday night at a local Italian place so I could eat some pasta since I was going to run Saturday morning.
We (he) rented two movies from Blockbuster. Boy, do we live it up or what?
I laid out my running stuff and went to bed early since my alarm was set at the frightening time of 4:30 so I could get up and out the door to meet my running group at 5:30.
When my alarm went off I told myself I'd just lie there for a minute.
Needless to say there was no running happening for me this morning. My vegetable lasagna just went straight to my hips.
Scott watched a silly vampire movie set in Alaska ( 30 Days of Night, didja see that, didja?), I saw pieces and wasn't impressed.
I watched the first Transformers so that I could decide if I would eventually accompany Scott to see #2. I actually liked it. I know. I liked Bumblebee and Optimus Prime--go Autobots go!! So maybe I'll tag along.
We went on a family date this evening to see UP. Have you seen it? If not, go soon because it is a must see. Highly entertaining with a sweet message. We gave it 6 thumbs up, way up!
After the movie we had the following conversation:
Me: "Let's go get ice cream at Marble Slab."
Family in agreement.
On our way I mention first eating something small, like soup or splitting a sandwich at McAllister's Deli right next door. Family loudly protests, they want ice cream.
So I say, "Okay, are we having ice cream for dinner?"
Family says yes, yes, YES the next three times I ask just to make sure.
Approximately 30 seconds after her order is placed (chocolate ice cream with M&Ms) our little drama queen wants to change her vote. About three bites into her treat she bursts into tears declaring she wants to eat soup. What? There is no appeasing her as her ice cream melts and she enters the Ugly Cry Zone. People begin to stare because this is after all Marble Slab, a happy place filled with delicious goodness. There should be no crying over ice cream. Ever. We slunk out as quickly as we could with our wailing child that didn't want to eat ice cream for dinner. Whatever.
It's raining again. For some reason I'm singing Eddie Rabbit in my head. Can you name that tune?
There you have it, our uneventful weekend in one long ramble and a few run on sentences. Are you still awake?
Have you seen any of these movies? Would you cry over ice cream for dinner? Do you consider vacuuming an accomplishment as well?