I can't believe this has been going on 14 years!
http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/07/11/guatemalan.adoption/index.html
You'd think by now someone could have fixed this.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Busy day today. Tomorrow will be worse!
Beth had her senior pictures taken today. I'm showing my age here but when I had mine done they were on the stage in the school auditorium and we only had the formal (fake formal wear, mind you) pictures taken. Beth's were taken at a photography studio about 60 miles from home. She had to bring two different outfits for her casual shots. The whole photo session took an hour and a half! First they did her formal pictures in the drape that is supposed to look like a formal gown. Then, the did her cap and gown pictures. After that, they did her indoor casual pictures. When that production was finished, they sent us outside and we chased a an employee through the extensive back lot of the studio before finding the photographer and assistant assigned to do Beth's outdoor casual pictures. We followed her through all the water features and several barns and sheds before finding her photographer, Steven, (who was probably all of 17 years old, thankyouverymuch) just a few feet in the opposite direction of where our chase began.
For her first casual outfit, they put her on a swing in a tree beside a creek. They took several shots of that (both full-body and close ups) before parking her on a rock with her feet in the creek. Beth managed not to throw up, even though she has issues with touching "dirty" water. After the full-body and close ups in that setting, they sent her inside to change to her other casual outfit. They finished the session with some shots of her in a gazebo and leaning against what appeared to be an old shed. The day was tedious (and really, really hot/humid) but I'm looking forward to seeing the pictures. We pick up the proofs on July 25.
Tomorrow, we have to get everything organized and packed for the trip to the beach. We also have to clean out the van and get the car-top carrier on. (That will be difficult since that is usually Alli's job. Since she's not going, I don't expect her to volunteer to help with that task.)
I've got to go by the eye doctor's office and pick up more contacts for me. I don't need the exam yet. I just need to get more of my prescribed contacts. I've been wearing this same set of 2-week contacts for about 3 months now. They are almost useless. I've had this on my to-do list all week but just haven't gotten there. I've GOT to do it tomorrow if I want to be able to see as I drive to the beach.
My bank lady also called tonight (well after 7:30 PM) and said I can close on my debt consolidation/rental house refinance loan...tomorrow! One more thing to schedule in my busy day. Things like that really stress me out. I've got the loan. I've been approved. I don't know why I'm dreading this last step. I am glad to be getting it done before vacation. That will be one less worry.
For her first casual outfit, they put her on a swing in a tree beside a creek. They took several shots of that (both full-body and close ups) before parking her on a rock with her feet in the creek. Beth managed not to throw up, even though she has issues with touching "dirty" water. After the full-body and close ups in that setting, they sent her inside to change to her other casual outfit. They finished the session with some shots of her in a gazebo and leaning against what appeared to be an old shed. The day was tedious (and really, really hot/humid) but I'm looking forward to seeing the pictures. We pick up the proofs on July 25.
Tomorrow, we have to get everything organized and packed for the trip to the beach. We also have to clean out the van and get the car-top carrier on. (That will be difficult since that is usually Alli's job. Since she's not going, I don't expect her to volunteer to help with that task.)
I've got to go by the eye doctor's office and pick up more contacts for me. I don't need the exam yet. I just need to get more of my prescribed contacts. I've been wearing this same set of 2-week contacts for about 3 months now. They are almost useless. I've had this on my to-do list all week but just haven't gotten there. I've GOT to do it tomorrow if I want to be able to see as I drive to the beach.
My bank lady also called tonight (well after 7:30 PM) and said I can close on my debt consolidation/rental house refinance loan...tomorrow! One more thing to schedule in my busy day. Things like that really stress me out. I've got the loan. I've been approved. I don't know why I'm dreading this last step. I am glad to be getting it done before vacation. That will be one less worry.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Can you tell a difference?
The pictures aren't the best but,
Before:
After:
The stylist cut off a 12 inch pony tail. My head feels much lighter! It feels good! Now, if I could just figure out how to style it. She made it look so easy. She just used her fingers and hairspray. I haven't used hairspray in 20 years of so. I've got some catching up to do.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Porn in my Favorites?
I have a few blogs that I read daily. Truthfully, I check them a few times a day, looking for new posts. They have been mainly blogs by parents who are foster parents and/or who have adopted older kids. They are just topical in my life right now, for obvious reasons. However, I've recently branched out and I'm reading other types of blogs but, in my defense, they are usually ones I found by clicking links in foster/adoptive parent blogs. I certainly did not seek out blogs with names like these.
I just now looked at my Favorites list and noticed this:
Wonderful World of Wieners followed by The Wind in Your Vagina. To the casual observer, it would, no doubt, look like porn!
I just now looked at my Favorites list and noticed this:
Wonderful World of Wieners followed by The Wind in Your Vagina. To the casual observer, it would, no doubt, look like porn!
My hair cut is scheduled!
At 11:30 tomorrow, I'm having a 10 inches of hair lopped off! I'm so excited! To explain my excitement...my last hair cut was the day before Thanksgiving in 2006. Can you say, "long overdue?" And, because I'm donating my hair, my hair cut is free! Can it get any better?
I just had Beth measure my pony tail and it's 12 inches from the nape of my neck to the tip. (Minimum to donate is 10 inches.) Goodbye, hair! Now, I have to decide if I'm ready to start coloring it. I have never colored my hair. (Except for the green rat tail from my senior year of high school. I'm so sad no pictures exist of that.) I've never really needed to color it but it is starting to get rather white (not grey), especially around my temples.
Elvis is getting his cut, too, but he will not have enough to donate and he does not need it colored. He will be a handsome boy on the beach with his freshly cut hair.
I just had Beth measure my pony tail and it's 12 inches from the nape of my neck to the tip. (Minimum to donate is 10 inches.) Goodbye, hair! Now, I have to decide if I'm ready to start coloring it. I have never colored my hair. (Except for the green rat tail from my senior year of high school. I'm so sad no pictures exist of that.) I've never really needed to color it but it is starting to get rather white (not grey), especially around my temples.
Elvis is getting his cut, too, but he will not have enough to donate and he does not need it colored. He will be a handsome boy on the beach with his freshly cut hair.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Been a while
I'm still here. I've pulled up my blog several times to post but lacked anything to blog about. My heart's just not in it right now. I think I have a brain cloud. (By the way, in my opinion, that is one of the worst movies ever made!) Anyway, nothing in particular is wrong...I'm just "down." Guess I'll be making that psychiatrist appointment, after all. I was ready to do it as school ended but I've felt better over the summer. I've gone downhill emotionally lately, though, and I'm ready for some help.
The Fourth of July was a boring day. Beth was out with BFF. Alli and Boy Wonder went to his sister's house for a fish fry. That left just me and Elvis at home. He's not the best of company. Some friends and family came over to swim a bit but that was all we did. Alli and BW had been gone for about 8 hours. They ran in the house and then left 10 minutes later to go see the county fireworks. Elvis and I did nothing holiday-related.
Saturday, I went with my mom to visit her family. She's from a little town about a 2-hour drive from here. We usually only get together at Christmas but the last couple of years we have added this "birthday party" gathering. We celebrate everyone's birthday. We get a cake that says something to the effect of Happy Birthday, Everyone and everyone brings one humorous birthday card. The cards are all put in a basket and everyone draws one out. We go around the group, opening our cards and reading them to the group. I'm sure it sounds odd to you but it really was a nice afternoon and evening (other than spending a total of 4 hours in the van that day).
While I was at my uncle's house, I got a phone call from a co-worker. The 92 year old father of another co-worker had died. That took up my free time on Sunday because the visitation and the funeral were Sunday afternoon. I'm glad I went though, because there weren't many people from work there. No one got much notice as he died Saturday and the only visitation time was right before the funeral on Sunday. I think a lot of people were out of town for the holiday weekend.
Today has been a long, boring day. I was at Wal-Mart at 7:00 this morning. I went to Aldi this afternoon. I'm trying to get us fed for the week and to start gathering supplies for our beach trip. We leave Saturday morning. I've learned to do as much shopping as I can here as things are much cheaper here than at the beach.
I've got a lot more to do before we go. I need to get my hair cut and it will be a serious hair cut. I've been growing it out to donate to Locks of Love. I think it's long enough now. I hope they enjoy it because I don't plan to do it again. I'm 40 and this will be my second donation. From now on, I'll keep my hair much shorter, thankyouverymuch. Elvis needs to go with me to get his hair cut, too. Boy Wonder tried to take him today but Elvis started screaming as soon as they walked into the barber shop. Poor, BW! He just brought him home immediately. It was really all he could do. No one could have cut his hair with all that noise going on. I also need to get my van in for an oil change and a check up before driving it about 1200 miles round-trip, loaded down with a lot of people and stuff. It's not getting any younger (2001 model with 145,000 miles on it) and I fully expect it to refuse to travel with me some day. I just hope it agrees to go on this trip and behaves itself. My mom's birthday is tomorrow and I never know what to get her. She's trying to clean out her house so it's hard to come up with something she wants/needs. I usually fall back on taking her out to dinner.
Tonight, however, I'm doing nothing. I'm watching a Gilmore Girls DVD and doing some minor house cleaning. This darn brain cloud is keeping me from being more productive.
The Fourth of July was a boring day. Beth was out with BFF. Alli and Boy Wonder went to his sister's house for a fish fry. That left just me and Elvis at home. He's not the best of company. Some friends and family came over to swim a bit but that was all we did. Alli and BW had been gone for about 8 hours. They ran in the house and then left 10 minutes later to go see the county fireworks. Elvis and I did nothing holiday-related.
Saturday, I went with my mom to visit her family. She's from a little town about a 2-hour drive from here. We usually only get together at Christmas but the last couple of years we have added this "birthday party" gathering. We celebrate everyone's birthday. We get a cake that says something to the effect of Happy Birthday, Everyone and everyone brings one humorous birthday card. The cards are all put in a basket and everyone draws one out. We go around the group, opening our cards and reading them to the group. I'm sure it sounds odd to you but it really was a nice afternoon and evening (other than spending a total of 4 hours in the van that day).
While I was at my uncle's house, I got a phone call from a co-worker. The 92 year old father of another co-worker had died. That took up my free time on Sunday because the visitation and the funeral were Sunday afternoon. I'm glad I went though, because there weren't many people from work there. No one got much notice as he died Saturday and the only visitation time was right before the funeral on Sunday. I think a lot of people were out of town for the holiday weekend.
Today has been a long, boring day. I was at Wal-Mart at 7:00 this morning. I went to Aldi this afternoon. I'm trying to get us fed for the week and to start gathering supplies for our beach trip. We leave Saturday morning. I've learned to do as much shopping as I can here as things are much cheaper here than at the beach.
I've got a lot more to do before we go. I need to get my hair cut and it will be a serious hair cut. I've been growing it out to donate to Locks of Love. I think it's long enough now. I hope they enjoy it because I don't plan to do it again. I'm 40 and this will be my second donation. From now on, I'll keep my hair much shorter, thankyouverymuch. Elvis needs to go with me to get his hair cut, too. Boy Wonder tried to take him today but Elvis started screaming as soon as they walked into the barber shop. Poor, BW! He just brought him home immediately. It was really all he could do. No one could have cut his hair with all that noise going on. I also need to get my van in for an oil change and a check up before driving it about 1200 miles round-trip, loaded down with a lot of people and stuff. It's not getting any younger (2001 model with 145,000 miles on it) and I fully expect it to refuse to travel with me some day. I just hope it agrees to go on this trip and behaves itself. My mom's birthday is tomorrow and I never know what to get her. She's trying to clean out her house so it's hard to come up with something she wants/needs. I usually fall back on taking her out to dinner.
Tonight, however, I'm doing nothing. I'm watching a Gilmore Girls DVD and doing some minor house cleaning. This darn brain cloud is keeping me from being more productive.
Friday, July 4, 2008
With God as my witness...
I don't know that I'll ever buy Cup Noodles again, even if Carrie made them cool in the movies. You see, my dog just made them horribly uncool. He got into the trash and ate Cup Noodles that Beth had thrown away. Evidently, they didn't sit well in his stomach and he vomited them in the hall. Let me repeat that so you get the full horror of the situation: My dog ATE and then VOMITED Cup Noodles on the carpet in my hall outside my bedroom.
And, just to make the situation more festive, the paper towels were mysteriously missing from the kitchen. (I now know they are in Alli's room.) However, in the heat of the moment and in the absence of paper towels, I reached on top of the fridge to grab some napkins to clean the hall. In doing so, I knocked off the pack of light bulbs that was sitting by the napkins. All 4 bulbs in the pack managed to break on contact with my kitchen floor.
At this point, I was too disheartened to clean anything up. So, there is still dog vomit in the hall and many, many shards of glass in the kitchen. And me? I'm blogging because if I don't vent in some way, I'M GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!! And, like the vomit and the light bulbs, that would leave a big mess.
And, just to make the situation more festive, the paper towels were mysteriously missing from the kitchen. (I now know they are in Alli's room.) However, in the heat of the moment and in the absence of paper towels, I reached on top of the fridge to grab some napkins to clean the hall. In doing so, I knocked off the pack of light bulbs that was sitting by the napkins. All 4 bulbs in the pack managed to break on contact with my kitchen floor.
At this point, I was too disheartened to clean anything up. So, there is still dog vomit in the hall and many, many shards of glass in the kitchen. And me? I'm blogging because if I don't vent in some way, I'M GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!! And, like the vomit and the light bulbs, that would leave a big mess.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Some things never change/Girls are weird
My mood has already lightened a bit tonight (even though I should have been in bed long ago). Beth and BFF (along with Beth's bio cousin) were out and about tonight. Alli and Boy Wonder have gone to his father's. Elvis and I were home alone. He passed out and I got back on the computer instead of doing things that need to be done around the house. I'll regret that in the morning but it was a nice distraction tonight.
Anyway, Beth, BFF, and Cousin It came home (early) and went to Beth's room. Within a few minutes there was a large amount of screaming and giggling coming from her room. A few seconds later I hear furniture scraping against the wall followed by 3 teen girls stampeding from the bedroom. They'd been trying to summon The Candyman and swore he was after them.
I remember doing this as a child/teen only instead of the Candyman, we were trying to summon a witch of local legend. We even got the same results they did tonight - giggling and screaming and another goofy memory. I know some people will read this and think of demons and witchcraft but I don't think any of that applies. It's a bunch of silly girls who saw something in a movie and decided to goof around together. They could be doing something sooooo much worse. Why, exactly, someone would want to summon an unearthly being that would be coming just to kill you, I'll never know. I just know it's something we did and something kids today are still doing.
They cooked Cup Noodles and I just chased them back in the bedroom, telling them to take a picture when the Candyman shows and if they scream again and wake up Elvis, he's sleeping with them (and the Candyman) the rest of the night.
By the way, a month ago I'd have been ashamed that my kids (and I sometimes) eat Cup Noodles. However, when Alli and I saw the Sex and the City movie, we laughed out loud because Sarah Jessica Parker's character, Carrie, ate Cup Noodles in the movie. Now, instead of being artificially-flavored cardboard noodles in a styro-foam cup that will never biodegrade, they are "cool" artificially-flavored cardboard noodles in a styro-foam cup that will never biodegrade.
My family is weird, but I love them.
Anyway, Beth, BFF, and Cousin It came home (early) and went to Beth's room. Within a few minutes there was a large amount of screaming and giggling coming from her room. A few seconds later I hear furniture scraping against the wall followed by 3 teen girls stampeding from the bedroom. They'd been trying to summon The Candyman and swore he was after them.
I remember doing this as a child/teen only instead of the Candyman, we were trying to summon a witch of local legend. We even got the same results they did tonight - giggling and screaming and another goofy memory. I know some people will read this and think of demons and witchcraft but I don't think any of that applies. It's a bunch of silly girls who saw something in a movie and decided to goof around together. They could be doing something sooooo much worse. Why, exactly, someone would want to summon an unearthly being that would be coming just to kill you, I'll never know. I just know it's something we did and something kids today are still doing.
They cooked Cup Noodles and I just chased them back in the bedroom, telling them to take a picture when the Candyman shows and if they scream again and wake up Elvis, he's sleeping with them (and the Candyman) the rest of the night.
By the way, a month ago I'd have been ashamed that my kids (and I sometimes) eat Cup Noodles. However, when Alli and I saw the Sex and the City movie, we laughed out loud because Sarah Jessica Parker's character, Carrie, ate Cup Noodles in the movie. Now, instead of being artificially-flavored cardboard noodles in a styro-foam cup that will never biodegrade, they are "cool" artificially-flavored cardboard noodles in a styro-foam cup that will never biodegrade.
My family is weird, but I love them.
From out of nowhere
Just when things were settling in with Alli. She and Boy Wonder have been polite and actually join in a few family things these days. I actually enjoy having them around again after all those months of not enjoying her/them. I thought things were on their way up, hopefully to stay.
Then, WHAM! Last night. Boy Wonder's birthday. His party was here. Several members of his family came over to swim and picnic. That wasn't the problem. Elvis and I stayed inside. We weren't invited. I'm sure no one meant to exclude us. But no one thought to say, "Hey, come on out here" either. They likely just assumed I knew I was invited and maybe even thought I was being stuck up by not just coming out and joining them. That still isn't what bothered me.
I think it's the fact that there he was celebrating his birthday with his family and I didn't get to celebrate Alli's with her. I honestly thought I was over all that. Things have been really good around the house the last few weeks. I wasn't prepared for my reaction at all. I didn't even see it coming. It just whacked into me about 8:00 last night. I don't know why I let it bother me. I've been trying so hard to let it go. And, I really thought I had. I guess that's why when it did hit me, it hit so hard.
I don't want to be this way. I don't want to feel like this. I truly want to put all the crap behind me and move on. If you had asked me Monday, I'd have told you I had. Once I let that little bit of negative thinking surface, the rest of it comes rushing at me - all the lies she told me when she was going to her bio mom's, the things she lied about to hide from me (dropping out of school, the pregnancies), and, what I guess is really bothering me, what else has she lied to me about? She lied to me and hid those things from me so skillfully and without it even appearing to bother her.
And I just naively trusted her and believed her. What made me trust her so blindly? I was so gullible. And, now that I know what I know, how do I trust her again? I want to. I want to with all my heart. That's what unconditional love is all about. And I do love her unconditionally. I don't doubt that for a second because if I didn't, I'd have long since parted ways with her. That's what you usually do with people who hurt you this badly. You learn from the experience and move on.
I can't move on, though. I don't want to move on. She's my daughter - so much more than any of the other 30-odd kids placed here. I knew from early on that she was different - She was MINE. I've got to accept her, warts and all, as they say. She has to do the same thing with me. God knows, I'm so far from perfect I can't even begin to see it in the distance. The difference I see between us is that I go out of my way to do what's best for her and I've never made a decision without first analyzing how her best interest fit into that decision. And she has never once taken any one's best interest, except her own, into account when making a decision. I guess those differences are expected between mothers and daughters. However, by the time the daughter becomes an adult, you do expect a little more courtesy from said adult daughter. Again, I have to remember that Alli came from the system. She doesn't process things the same way I do.
In my head, I know why and I understand. My heart is really struggling with this, though. Until she came to me, no one had ever valued her. No one had ever mothered her. Even in her role as daughter to bio parents, she probably often felt used and was continually hurt by the decisions they made. Five years with me can't overcome that pattern. I guess that's the root of my hurt. I see her consistently slipping into the patterns she saw modeled her bio parents. It's the easy way out. And, she'll survive. It's just not the life I wanted for her. I wanted so much more than survival for her.
I guess this just boils down to me throwing a big old pity party for myself. I'm doubting myself. I'm doubting that I've been the least bit helpful in helping her grow into an adult. I know that's not the actual truth but it's how I feel sometimes. The problem is me. I'm letting that doubt creep back in. I'm letting myself believe all that. I've got to change my thinking and my reaction to her actions. I see all that. It's just hard to put it into action. I'm trying hard and I thought I'd climbed out of that valley of self-doubt. However, I let myself take a free-fall right back down last night.
I will finish up my pity party tonight and I'll get up in the morning and start working my way back towards the top of the mountain where the view is good and the air is pure - and free from loathing and self-doubt. I'm worth it. Alli's worth it. My relationship with Alli is really worth it. Hell, even Boy Wonder is worth it. (I find myself really liking him, despite my past determination to believe he is the root of all evil in my life. He's really not!)
Okay, pity party over. It's almost 8:00 PM and Elvis and I are headed for bed. He was being a little toot last night and refused to eat supper. He woke up at 5:00 this morning absolutely starving! I fed him and he dozed for about 30 minutes at 8:00. Other than that, he's been awake all day. We both have. And, I'm old and the sleep deprivation is catching up with me.
Then, WHAM! Last night. Boy Wonder's birthday. His party was here. Several members of his family came over to swim and picnic. That wasn't the problem. Elvis and I stayed inside. We weren't invited. I'm sure no one meant to exclude us. But no one thought to say, "Hey, come on out here" either. They likely just assumed I knew I was invited and maybe even thought I was being stuck up by not just coming out and joining them. That still isn't what bothered me.
I think it's the fact that there he was celebrating his birthday with his family and I didn't get to celebrate Alli's with her. I honestly thought I was over all that. Things have been really good around the house the last few weeks. I wasn't prepared for my reaction at all. I didn't even see it coming. It just whacked into me about 8:00 last night. I don't know why I let it bother me. I've been trying so hard to let it go. And, I really thought I had. I guess that's why when it did hit me, it hit so hard.
I don't want to be this way. I don't want to feel like this. I truly want to put all the crap behind me and move on. If you had asked me Monday, I'd have told you I had. Once I let that little bit of negative thinking surface, the rest of it comes rushing at me - all the lies she told me when she was going to her bio mom's, the things she lied about to hide from me (dropping out of school, the pregnancies), and, what I guess is really bothering me, what else has she lied to me about? She lied to me and hid those things from me so skillfully and without it even appearing to bother her.
And I just naively trusted her and believed her. What made me trust her so blindly? I was so gullible. And, now that I know what I know, how do I trust her again? I want to. I want to with all my heart. That's what unconditional love is all about. And I do love her unconditionally. I don't doubt that for a second because if I didn't, I'd have long since parted ways with her. That's what you usually do with people who hurt you this badly. You learn from the experience and move on.
I can't move on, though. I don't want to move on. She's my daughter - so much more than any of the other 30-odd kids placed here. I knew from early on that she was different - She was MINE. I've got to accept her, warts and all, as they say. She has to do the same thing with me. God knows, I'm so far from perfect I can't even begin to see it in the distance. The difference I see between us is that I go out of my way to do what's best for her and I've never made a decision without first analyzing how her best interest fit into that decision. And she has never once taken any one's best interest, except her own, into account when making a decision. I guess those differences are expected between mothers and daughters. However, by the time the daughter becomes an adult, you do expect a little more courtesy from said adult daughter. Again, I have to remember that Alli came from the system. She doesn't process things the same way I do.
In my head, I know why and I understand. My heart is really struggling with this, though. Until she came to me, no one had ever valued her. No one had ever mothered her. Even in her role as daughter to bio parents, she probably often felt used and was continually hurt by the decisions they made. Five years with me can't overcome that pattern. I guess that's the root of my hurt. I see her consistently slipping into the patterns she saw modeled her bio parents. It's the easy way out. And, she'll survive. It's just not the life I wanted for her. I wanted so much more than survival for her.
I guess this just boils down to me throwing a big old pity party for myself. I'm doubting myself. I'm doubting that I've been the least bit helpful in helping her grow into an adult. I know that's not the actual truth but it's how I feel sometimes. The problem is me. I'm letting that doubt creep back in. I'm letting myself believe all that. I've got to change my thinking and my reaction to her actions. I see all that. It's just hard to put it into action. I'm trying hard and I thought I'd climbed out of that valley of self-doubt. However, I let myself take a free-fall right back down last night.
I will finish up my pity party tonight and I'll get up in the morning and start working my way back towards the top of the mountain where the view is good and the air is pure - and free from loathing and self-doubt. I'm worth it. Alli's worth it. My relationship with Alli is really worth it. Hell, even Boy Wonder is worth it. (I find myself really liking him, despite my past determination to believe he is the root of all evil in my life. He's really not!)
Just call me Scarlett, because "After all, tomorrow is another day."
Okay, pity party over. It's almost 8:00 PM and Elvis and I are headed for bed. He was being a little toot last night and refused to eat supper. He woke up at 5:00 this morning absolutely starving! I fed him and he dozed for about 30 minutes at 8:00. Other than that, he's been awake all day. We both have. And, I'm old and the sleep deprivation is catching up with me.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
I love the 80s
I totally wasted $10 (plus tax) today and Wal-Mart. This is the most excited I've ever been about wasting $10. While digging through the $5 movie bin (looking for movies for Boy Wonder's birthday today) I ran across lots of movies that brought back memories (how sad that my memories are on sale for $5 each) but I found two movies that I had to have.
First was Girls Just Want to Have Fun. I used to have this movie memorized! If you haven't seen it - SEE IT! Yes, it does star Sarah Jessica Parker (loooong before Sex and the City) and Helen Hunt (long before Twister).
My second $5 memory was Footloose. "Jump back!" and "I gotta cut loose, Footloose, kick off your Sunday shoes..." plus Kevin Bacon before his skin got all saggy. Enough said.
I'm having an 80s film festival sometime this week. Want to come? Seriously, how sad is it that things I remember as being so cool are now so old they are in the bargain bin at Wally World? When did I get that old and lame? It makes me feel like I should be wearing support panty hose and walking all hunched over with a cane.
First was Girls Just Want to Have Fun. I used to have this movie memorized! If you haven't seen it - SEE IT! Yes, it does star Sarah Jessica Parker (loooong before Sex and the City) and Helen Hunt (long before Twister).
My second $5 memory was Footloose. "Jump back!" and "I gotta cut loose, Footloose, kick off your Sunday shoes..." plus Kevin Bacon before his skin got all saggy. Enough said.
I'm having an 80s film festival sometime this week. Want to come? Seriously, how sad is it that things I remember as being so cool are now so old they are in the bargain bin at Wally World? When did I get that old and lame? It makes me feel like I should be wearing support panty hose and walking all hunched over with a cane.
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