2 Movie Reviews

In the past 2 weeks I have gone to the theater to see 2 different movies. One with the kids and one with the hubby. So here are my reviews:

"Horton Hears A Who": Excellent movie. Jim Carey is hilarious, and you gotta love it when the little Who's in Whoville get smacked in the balls. We loved the movie. Great comedy, great animation & you gotta love Dr. Suess. We giggled our little heads off. Favorite lines from the movie "The little ponies on my speck eat rainbows and poop out butterflies" and "I vill devour them, (cough, gag), and regurgitate them, then devour them again. Two times I will devour them". The movie has lots of edge of your seat action. It kept us glued to the screen and laughing the whole time. We can't wait to own it on DVD!


The hubby and I also went to see the movie 10,000 BC. Great story, great cinematography. It was a bit idealistic. But let me just say Cavemen are HOT!

Mommy's Day Out

On Saturday I had the luxury of escaping the confines of my house to venture to the outside world where normal humans tread. No cavemen came with. They stayed home and bonded in their caveman ways. Scratching their butts, fondling the remote, watching sports & cartoons, and enjoying some sunshine & warm weather.

I took my secret mom stash cash and left the house. I was gone for a total of 11 hours. With only a couple hours into my blissful ventures, I got text messages from the hubby. Little ones. He asked me what kind of NASCAR t-shirt he should have a friend buy for him. Carl Edwards, yep, good pick dear. Then since I was meeting my NASCAR motor head friend for lunch, the hubby texts me & asks what other driver's did we like because we could get a couple more t-shirts. So I told him, Matt Kenseth & Kevin Harvick are good. So fine he gets his buddy to pick up those. Now, I did wonder why my hubby needed 3 NASCAR t-shirts, but I let it go and wondered why he was bothering me on my mommy's day out. Keep in mind he did not ask for sizes. So naturally one would assume, he needed 3 NASCAR t-shirts.

I shopped til I dropped. I bought things I really don't need, but hey they looked good, and sure I needed it. It would look good somewhere. I met my friend for lunch and we had a great lunch at a tropical themed restaurant. Our waiter flirted with us, and we had a couple of drinks. My friend exclaimed "Let's have more drinks & my boyfriend will bring us home". Oh no, this was not a 10 hour lunch date. I had warned her before this was just a quickie. A 2 hour quickie that is. So we paid our tab and hit a couple stores in the mall. Then we parted ways. She went home to take a nap, and I continued on to more girly gift shops.

Spent more money than I needed, and wow, it did disappear fast. Every time I opened my wallet, I was sure some little money gremlin snuck by me and took out an extra $20 for sure.

Well, shopping, a 2 hour lunch with a friend, and sunshine sure is good therapy. It was a relaxing & rejuvenating retreat for this mom. I got home, carried my bags in, and was welcomed back to the cave den. The Cavemen missed me, and I got lots of caveman hugs upon my return. Then they wondered what kinds of things if any I brought home for them. Um...none my dears, none. Nadda, nope, all for me. Don't worry honey, I didn't rack up the credit card or deplete our bank account. I won this money in the mommy lottery, and I'm not sharing. :)

Girl Scout Cookies

You all know them. They are our family members, our friend's kids, our co-worker's kids, and our neighbor's kids. Girl Scouts. Those adorable smiling faces that ask you to buy cookies from them. Behind the smiling face is evilness!! Selling boxes upon boxes of heaven in a box. Oh those yummy, super delicious morsels of pure sweet goodness. Loaded with calories, fat, and sugar. Oh sweet heavenly cookies!!

Today for lunch I ate a whole box of Tag-a-longs. The chocolate covered peanut butter cookies. There are about 15 bite sized cookies in a box. Yep, I devoured the whole box. All to myself. Extreme mouthful bliss. Taste bud tantalizing goodness. Oh yeah.

Three hours later, I had a head ache, a gut ache, and the nods. Sugar crash time. I'm guessing it didn't help my case that, that was my only meal for the day at that point. Not such a great idea hind site. Was it worth it? Oh hell, yeah....

This is my niece. I believe she is a future Girl Scout Cookie High Seller. I'm sure of it.

Powerball Lottery

Today I bought $4 worth of lottery tickets. Yes, it would be nice to win millions & millions of dollars. Aw, to live the dream. But before I bought my tickets, I scanned the other 20 past tickets that have I accumulated in the past few months. Of course, not one single winner. Not even one measley dollar. Oh, well, I will spend the $4 to try my chances of odds again. Yet, I think the odds of me winning the Powerball are less than getting struck by lightening or going down in a plane crash.

So I hope who ever wins or has won in the past, is enjoying that Yacht, dream home, and all the other luxuries I have helped pay for by being sucked into the dream of winning the big prize.

One day when I was really bored (and I mean really bored), which doesn't happen too often, I sat down & looked on line and tried to figure out the math to figure a way to be destined to pick the winning numbers. Much to my prevail, I have lost the tiny piece of paper that I wrote my lucky numbers on. Way to go! I think I figured outno matter formula I try to use, it is still just a game of odds and pure luck.

On New Years Day I decided that I would stash away in a secret "mom only fund" (shhh...don't tell any of the Cavemen!) any left over money in my wallet. Each week I put a certain amount of cash in my wallet for miscellaneous purchases (such as the Powerball). Well, I have saved up a small fortune, and I do mean small. But by doing this I can save my money instead of buying Powerball tickets, and cash in on my own little lottery any time I want. And since this is a secret mom fund only, then it is for things that I want, selfish things. Not of Caveman comprehension.

So the next time you or even I buy the Powerball tickets and hope to win the big prize, you have to ask yourself..."Do you feel lucky? Well, do ya?"

4th grade musical

Well, I survived the joy of the 4th grade music program tonight. It even included a special treat of 100 4th grade students playing harmoniously on the recorder. You know, those little plastic shrill mini clarinet things. And the wonderful acoustics that a cafeteria provides. But indeed, the youngsters are cute, it is very entertaining. The kid who held the note a bit too high. The kid who played the recorder when they weren't supposed to. The kid who was so nervous his voice cracked during his solo (the poor lad). And all the smiling faces of the proud children. They really are wonderful, but even more wonderful followed by a couple of Tylenol.

How Did I Miss a National Holiday?

Apparently while I was going on with the rumblings of my day yesterday, I somehow did not celebrate (and completely missed) the National Holiday of Northern Hemisphere Hoodie-Hoo Day. Who Knew!! Did you?? Apparently, at high noon the citizens of the frozen Northern Hemisphere are supposed to go outside at noon and shout Hoodie-Hoo at the tops of their lungs & wave their arms around like we have just been awarded a grand prize in order to chase away the winter blahs and get ready for spring. This holiday was invented by (some obviously delirious) old people who had nothing better to do on February 20th but to run outside in their skivvies & shout Hoodie-Hoo at the tops of their lungs while waving their arms around like children.
Not that I'm trying to be a kill joy or anything, but I thought the lunar eclipse was more exciting. I don't know. Maybe I haven't given this National Northern Hemisphere Hoodie-Hoo Day a chance. It is a relatively new holiday. I'm wondering when it will make it's way on the calendar? I guess I'd be more in the mood to run around gleefully shouting "HOODIE-HOO HOO HURRAY!" if I was basking on a sunny hot beach with a hot cabana boy helping me spread tanning oil on my body all the while bringing me Corona's with lime. Rather than standing on a street corner in sub zero temperatures getting frost bitten while being mistaken for a escaped mental patient.

My ADD Target Shopping Trip

Today the oldest son caveman informed me that he has grown out of his underwear. YIKES! Dude, who said you could grow up?? Well, no matter how hard I try to stop them from growing up, they do so in their sleep. So tonight I go shopping for new underwear. He decides "I'm not going with but here's what I want". Ugh, fine...how did shopping for underwear for a 10 year old still be my job. But it is, so I drudge to Target. Ok, now here is where my brain goes to overload. You can never go into Target and buy ONLY what you went in there intending to buy. It is just impossible. So hop inside my brain and ride along my ADD shopping trip.

I take my cart through the girls section to get to the boys section and think "oh wow, look at all this really cute girl stuff, wouldn't it be so neat to have a girl. Ok, yeah, whatever so not gonna happen, move on." I get to the boys section & find the underwear "Not what he wanted, not his size, still not his size, is this all they have, dang he's too big for all these, where's the Jr's section" So I venture onward to look for the Jr's section and I end up in the men's section. Still searching for Jr's. So ok, fine I'll check out what they have for teeny tiny men. Whoala, I find them. I take them out of the package. Ok, now I'm trying to image what his butt size is. Will these REALLY fit him. I might have to wash them in scalding hot water & dry them on super hot to shrink them up a bit. Ok, they go into the cart. Off I go to find the next thing. End up going through the baby section. "Oh, look at all the cutsie wittle baby stuff! Pink, blue, pink, blue...Classic Pooh!, my friend having a baby soon will love this, and my youngest caveman for his birthday, and my niece for when I see her in June, ok, wait...just get one for the new baby that is coming." Moving on to find Valentine's on Valentine's eve for extra Valentine cards for schools & daycare. "Oh geez, they have nothing & the aisle is packed. Ok, leave the cart here & make your way through the aisle & grab whatever is there". Valentine's in the cart. Onto the next thing. Milk, Ok off to the grocery section. "Ah, look at all this stuff in the home section, this is cute, this is cute, this would look good on my wall in which room, oh and look at this, and this, oh man I could use one of these, ok, you didn't come here for this, get outta the home section." Onward I move. I get to the grocery section. "Ok, Ritz Crackers, oatmeal, pancake mix, this will be good for pancake week which is coming up, Tostito chips, hmmm...no veggie sticks & no dairy free hamburger helper, DANG!, oh don't forget the milk, ooooh chocolate!, no you don't need chocolate, get it out of the cart, get it out of the cart now, you're on a diet, what do you think you are doing? just go get the milk already." I find the milk & put it in my card. Now I can go check out. "But wait, what's this? Trading Cards!? These would make great Valentine's for the cavemen. No, no, no, and more no..they don't need these, just go check out already, what time is it anyway?". So I check my clock on my cell phone & realize I've been trapped inside Target WAY too long. Very little wait in line time, in fact no line at all which was amazing for all the last minute Valentine shoppers I spotted along the way. "OMG, this check out lady STINKS! Are you kidding me, I get the stinky check out lady! No wonder there was no line. So she gives me the total, I write my check quickly so I can hurry & get away from her stench. I grab up my bags & leave the store "WTH? It's Snowing! Arg, I'm sick of winter already" I put my bags in my van & drive home, I get home and grab the bags out of my van. Why can I still smell stinky check out lady? Is my mind playing a sick joke on me? Oh no, I put the bags up to my nose & they smell like stinky lady! Gah! Blech! I run inside unload all my newly bought items in hopes that they didn't have time to soak up the stinky check out lady's stench.
And that is my ADD Target shopping trip. Thanks for joining me on that journey.