after a very depressing and sad conversation with a dear friend about grandmothers, death and dying, red bull faintly and longingly started to call my name.
long gone are the days of a friday afternoon, drinking mixed cocktails while dancing alone in my desolate living room to a blaring stereo full of loud screaming nin music. the room is now full of the mellifluous screams of children fighting over polly pockets while i try to take back control of once upon a time adult programming on the t.v.
three or maybe four red bull and vodkas later, i settle on a sappy movie, the notebook. yes, i know, i'm year late and a dollar short but i don't get out much anymore. two kids for the price of one are hard to unload on anyone willing to take on the challenge so, i patiently wait for cable to air last years fare. while trying to watch the movie on a palette comprised of chocolate milk and cheetos, i find it hard to watch the sappiness through my tears and grime.
damn you nicholas sparks, why did you have to go and write such a cheese whiz book for me to lament on what might or might not be in my future with my husband? needless to say, i'm definitely more depressed than i was before i started the lame evening.
sorry you are so sad. I really want to watch that movie too. I haven't had the chance yet, as Prince Charming does most of the movie renting and he is so not into that kind of movie. But I will torture him with it soon.
Posted by: TC | 19 August 2006 at 05:27 PM
Shana banana..I love you and thank you for your insight and love as a dear friend on grandmothers..they are the best thing ever. I really appreciate you and miss you so much. It really helped me to talk to you and I know you knew best how close grandmothers can be to grandaughters....love you bunches...cindy lou
Posted by: cindy davis | 19 August 2006 at 07:31 PM
I haven't seen that movie, STILL! On a totally different note, remember when you posted the picture of all the crazy shit that came out of your feet? I had this messed up dream last night that I had a disease that made stuff come out of my feet whenever I got pedicures! So weird!
Posted by: GG | 20 August 2006 at 08:00 PM
The book was 100 times better than the movie.
Posted by: Amy | 21 August 2006 at 08:19 AM
I hope your days have gotten better!! Not the best choice in movies to watch after being so sad! I loved the book and the movie too. One movie that messed me up that I thought about for days was "The Piano". Have you seen it? I caught that on TV too. Maybe we need to stick with the comedies.
Call me if you need to talk.
Posted by: kim | 21 August 2006 at 01:22 PM