Company
Just an update, first. We have gotten one more mouse since my last post and that was a couple of nights ago. Here's hoping that Trapper Hans' plan has been successful.
Hmmm. Well, we've had a lot of company recently. Tonight, we're feeling just a little lonely...Mom and Dad left this morning after a week-long visit. Genevieve and Goo were here for a few days before that. All in all, we've had ten continuous days of company, which is fine because it was good company, but that is rather a long time to have guests. We're lonely tonight, but we're also letting it all hang out!
Not much to report about the visits. Gen had mostly cruddy weather while she was here. We're talking 44 degrees and constant rain. Miserable. Hard to believe that today it was 73 degrees and sunny. It's sort of weird how the sun came out the day after she left. Maybe she brings her own microclimate with her. We weren't able to get out and about too much since Frau Mathilde doesn't accommodate three carseats very well (which leaves me wondering again if it's time to get something bigger), but we did take Goo out to eat at the Red Parrot and Gen and I got to spend Friday at Providence Place shopping. How weird that we found almost nothing to spend our money on. Shopping can be so depressing.
Josiah turned three on Saturday. We had (gasp with surprise here!) a Thomas cake, a Thomas banner, Thomas napkins and Thomas desert plates. The cake was really cute...had a little wind-up Thomas on it that went around and around a little plastic track. Adorable. And very, very delicious. Mom, Dad, Hans and I managed to consume the entire cake in less than a week. To be honest, it was mostly Mom, Dad and me. OK, it was mostly ME. Anyway, he had a wonderful birthday...thank you so much to all of you who sent packages and birthday wishes!
Have I mentioned lately that he's totally potty-trained? I know I went on and on about this subject awhile back. Perhaps a couple of you were wondering. Maybe. It's probably not foremost on anyone's mind, but I thought I'd let you know. He's totally rockin' his Thomas jockey shorts.
Totally random insert here: Hans and I went to see Shrek the Third on Saturday. We got a great seat early and proceeded to enjoy our nachos, hot dogs and popcorn (it was supper too, OK?). The theater is pretty crowded, but it's cool. There's no one tall sitting in front of us and no one crowding us on the sides. Turns out the problem was behind us and didn't reveal itself until the movie had started. Two mothers were there with their very young children. One was probably around nine months, the other less than two. OK, it is sort of a children's movie, so that wasn't the issue. The issue was that the nine-month-old cried during the movie. Not a little. A LOT. For extended periods of time on and off throughout the whole movie. It was super-hyper-irritating.
Of course, these "ladies" got many looks and people shushing at them, but they just didn't seem to get the drift. However, not one person in that theater (including Hans and me, who were sitting about four rows in front of them) outright asked them to remove the child and/or went to the manager to repair the situation. I'm still surprised about that. As soon as the credits started rolling, I saw these ladies and their babies rush for the door, knowing that they were about to get an earful. As soon as the lights came up, everyone stood up, looked at each other and started bitching about the baby. One lady turned and asked me if I thought we'd get our money back. BUT NO ONE COMPLAINED TO THE MANAGER!
I'm still baffled about this. It says something about how non-confrontational we are, how much we'll endure while bitching behind our hands.
Anyone else have movie-theater horror stories? Or just horror stories about people's lack of the commonest of courtesies?
Hmmm. Well, we've had a lot of company recently. Tonight, we're feeling just a little lonely...Mom and Dad left this morning after a week-long visit. Genevieve and Goo were here for a few days before that. All in all, we've had ten continuous days of company, which is fine because it was good company, but that is rather a long time to have guests. We're lonely tonight, but we're also letting it all hang out!
Not much to report about the visits. Gen had mostly cruddy weather while she was here. We're talking 44 degrees and constant rain. Miserable. Hard to believe that today it was 73 degrees and sunny. It's sort of weird how the sun came out the day after she left. Maybe she brings her own microclimate with her. We weren't able to get out and about too much since Frau Mathilde doesn't accommodate three carseats very well (which leaves me wondering again if it's time to get something bigger), but we did take Goo out to eat at the Red Parrot and Gen and I got to spend Friday at Providence Place shopping. How weird that we found almost nothing to spend our money on. Shopping can be so depressing.
Josiah turned three on Saturday. We had (gasp with surprise here!) a Thomas cake, a Thomas banner, Thomas napkins and Thomas desert plates. The cake was really cute...had a little wind-up Thomas on it that went around and around a little plastic track. Adorable. And very, very delicious. Mom, Dad, Hans and I managed to consume the entire cake in less than a week. To be honest, it was mostly Mom, Dad and me. OK, it was mostly ME. Anyway, he had a wonderful birthday...thank you so much to all of you who sent packages and birthday wishes!
Have I mentioned lately that he's totally potty-trained? I know I went on and on about this subject awhile back. Perhaps a couple of you were wondering. Maybe. It's probably not foremost on anyone's mind, but I thought I'd let you know. He's totally rockin' his Thomas jockey shorts.
Totally random insert here: Hans and I went to see Shrek the Third on Saturday. We got a great seat early and proceeded to enjoy our nachos, hot dogs and popcorn (it was supper too, OK?). The theater is pretty crowded, but it's cool. There's no one tall sitting in front of us and no one crowding us on the sides. Turns out the problem was behind us and didn't reveal itself until the movie had started. Two mothers were there with their very young children. One was probably around nine months, the other less than two. OK, it is sort of a children's movie, so that wasn't the issue. The issue was that the nine-month-old cried during the movie. Not a little. A LOT. For extended periods of time on and off throughout the whole movie. It was super-hyper-irritating.
Of course, these "ladies" got many looks and people shushing at them, but they just didn't seem to get the drift. However, not one person in that theater (including Hans and me, who were sitting about four rows in front of them) outright asked them to remove the child and/or went to the manager to repair the situation. I'm still surprised about that. As soon as the credits started rolling, I saw these ladies and their babies rush for the door, knowing that they were about to get an earful. As soon as the lights came up, everyone stood up, looked at each other and started bitching about the baby. One lady turned and asked me if I thought we'd get our money back. BUT NO ONE COMPLAINED TO THE MANAGER!
I'm still baffled about this. It says something about how non-confrontational we are, how much we'll endure while bitching behind our hands.
Anyone else have movie-theater horror stories? Or just horror stories about people's lack of the commonest of courtesies?
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Of course, the kid started crying during Omaha Beach, and that was the theme song for the rest of the film.
We went to World Trade Center here and a fight broke out in back.