It has been one week since the last day of school, and writing has become a distant memory.
All day long its questions and snacks and questions about snacks. Hooting and hollering and not given a hoot that they are hollering. Time will tell if I make to the glorious day after Labor Day —
I’m just kidding its not that bad, but we do seem to be going through much more juice than we do during the school year. And it is strange that it has only been one week, rather than like, three. I have hosted a sleep over, taken the kids to see The Incredibles 2 , made homemade peach sorbet, which my food processor had a rather difficult time with, seen the eye doctor, and watched three Marvel movies at home; Iron Man 3, Thor, and Thor: The Dark World.
Seems like a lot to pack into one week. Good news is my kids are pretty awesome, and they spend their days playing outside and watching the same fifteen episodes of Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Then, I have a cup of tea and Downton Abbey to look forward to every night.
How amazing is Violet? She’s the best!
And each day gets us one day closer to bidding a fond, or less than fond, farewell to this deployment.
So hang in there fellow moms and humans, who don’t like the heat, whose spouses are deployed, those whose kids are driving them crazy, or those who simply miss the quiet. We got this, and if you need to turn to cake,
I won’t judge.
Even if you do get frosting on your face.
Until next time,
**SPOILER ALERT, SPOILER ALERT!!**
So I saw Infinity War on Monday. I’ve been looking forward to that movie for months, and I was so super jazzed about it that I even bought a special t-shirt to wear to the movie. Never have I ever been that excited about a movie.
I mean, how could one not be?
My funny bone was tickled, my senses taken for a ride by way of epic action, and my heart was ripped out of my chest; and then stepped on, twice. There’s nothing quite like being heartbroken yet satisfied. Am I right?
It is difficult to put my feelings about Infinity War into words, so I thought I would share them in pictures.
–When I was prepared for Iron Man or Captain America to die, then I watched something much worse play out.
— Dear Marvel,
First, give me back my Bucky! Second, how dare you hurt Spiderman! Third, what the heck dude?!
— My feelings about what happened to Bucky are the same as Dorothy’s feelings on what happened to Glen Miller.
— In a nutshell…
The movie was still amazing, and I’m seeing it again on Saturday! It just hurts so good.
Until next time,
First the good. I purchased a new printer so I could finally print my screenplays, and yes it is empowering to hold ones work in their hands. They’re both printed and bound per industry standards, and they look quite official. It’s pretty awesome.
Now the bad. Just hours after I started writing/typing my third screenplay “The Rainbow”, I had a little accident. I stabbed myself in the left hand with a knife. Yes it hurt. Yes I’m okay. Thankfully it healed nicely and now 10 days later it’s nothing more than a scar. However, I did lose my grip strength and the ability to type for several days.
Back to good news. I have an idea for a forth screenplay. I have spent the last several days researching vaudeville, the 1920s, and watching every episode of I Love Lucy, picking up each little tidbit so I can construct an accurate backstory. Yep I intend to tell greatest “how we met” story ever told.
The story of Fred and Ethel Mertz.
I look forward to putting this story together, it should be really fun.
Until next time,
P.S. Marvel posted some pictures and videos for their 10th anniversary, and there was a new Infinity War trailer during the Super Bowl. All of which included Bucky. And what can I say…