I invited myself to join a couple friends to the Midnight showing of Twilight. I’m intrusive that way:) We were so excited to see it, and wore our Twilight t-shirts. We thought people in the audience would be dressed like vampires and characters from the movie, but I think we were the most outrages ones there in our shirts (I got lots of stares going to the bathroom).

Twilight has been so hyped up and the three of us have read the books, so we had to see it. Actually, I only read the first one and the last one. The first one I loved, the last one I had to stomach through. Way too much unnecessary dialogue…dragged on forever and ever and most of it was cheesy and pointless.

Anyway, I had cleared my mind about the movie and was going to leave it to speak for itself. Here’s what it said to me: “Eh, not that great.” The lines were forced, the acting 50/50, and the makeup sucked. With their determination to make every scene a closeup, they needed to take the makeup (especially the eyeliner) off Edward and put it on Bella. And all that white makeup looked like the makeup I put on Gordon for Halloween. I never really felt the love-tension-obsession thing between the lead characters either–they just didn’t have chemistry together. Oh, and the ending was a huge letdown.

Really though, the most fun part about going to the midnight showing was being with the gals and acting like a teenager again. That was the best part about Twilight.

The kids recently had a no school day during the week, and I wanted to get them out of the house. I especially wanted to get them away from the computers, so we grabbed some friends and went bowling. At the bowling alley here, they give you a free game for every ‘A’ on your report card. We’ve got lots of free games to use up.

About a week later Rob and I took them roller skating. The two youngest had never been skating before. The reactions were all over the board. Nick said he was bored the entire time and had his arms folded looking so, Ben went crazy and tried to do all sorts of stunts, Gordon just couldn’t get his balance to stay up and so hated it, and Ethan had fun hanging on the edge and going around and around reaching the painted numbers around the board.

I’m thinking my kids need more action in their lives so they don’t grow up to be computer chair potatoes.

Behind our house is a painting. I don’t have coverings on my back windows just for this amazing view. I wake up every morning facing this enchanted forest, and for a few hours a day while I’m hanging out in my bed writing, I watch the leaves fall and the colors change. It will stay like this for a few weeks, then the trees will be bare. I thought I’d take some pictures to remember how lovely it is right now.

Another great thing about hanging out in my room, is Rob’s office is right next door. You know how your kids say funny quirky things and you think, “I need to right that down.” Husbands are just as funny sometimes. Today Rob was putting in eye drops and said “These drops are really old.”
“What’s the date on them say?” I ask.
He looks. “April 2001.”
“Those are seven years old and you’re putting them in your eyes! Throw them out!”
I think he’d use them still if I didn’t make a big deal about how old they are. I’m shaking my head at that.
Then yesterday he was in the bathroom and I come in after seeing the trailer for the new James Bond movie excited to tell him about it.
The conversation goes something like this:
“The new James Bond movie is coming out,” I say enthusiastically.
“I know, I wanna see it. That Bond is so dreaming. Those eyes. I almost want to marry him. And he makes that pouty face,” Rob makes the face.
I laugh. “If people at church heard you say that, what would they think?”
He makes the pouty face again.
Now everyone knows.

So I didn’t know what NKOTB stood for until last Thursday night. It stands for New Kids On The Block, and I went to their concert. You are probably asking, “Why?” right about now. This is all I can tell you. My friend calls up. The same one who asks, “You wanna paint pottery,” or “You wanna go to the beach,” and random stuff like that and asks, “You wanna go to the New Kids concert?” I laugh, but I don’t have a reason not to go. I don’t know the members of the band, and I don’t even know what they sing. They were popular in the late 80’s when I really wasn’t into bands or boys or boybands.
Well, Stephanie, Sheila, Stephanie’s two sisters and I go, and there are thousands of screaming thirty-something women everywhere. Who knew they were still so popular. There were so many women, that they made the boy bathrooms into girl bathrooms. I think I saw three men there. One tried to pick up on me and my friend. I guess it would be a good place to meet girls. I called Rob after the ridiculous opening acts were over and let him hear the deafening screams when NKOTB came out. Then I called him to dedicate a song to him and let him hear it from my phone.
I had to ask Stephanie who was who, because I didn’t know the guys’ names. She apparently still has the NKOTB dolls. She also bought a t-shirt at the concert. Well, it turns out Joey is the one I like the best. By the time it was over, I had almost lost my voice, and my ears wouldn’t stop ringing. It was Awesome! Thanks for inviting me Steph.