quelques petits mots

My oldest is in the children's community play this summer. She plays a dalmatian puppy who, along with her 14 siblings, is captured by a mad woman intent on killing them for their fur.

My daughter recently added a line to her previous two line repertoire. When we asked her what the new line was she repeated it for us with a look that said "I don't really know what this means."

It took a second for Ben and I to figure it out.

"They're going to do a sin!" was what my daughter said. In actuality the line reads: "They're going to do us in!" She hadn't been given a script, the director had simply told her the line.

You may conclude, as I have, that both lines mean essentially the same thing.

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When we went to see Harry Potter last week a couple sitting in front of me brought in a small buffet complete with sandwiches. Sandwiches with a lot of onions on them. I found the smell extremely annoying. It's a good thing I am not pregnant. I fear I might have done them harm.

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I have a stack of books waiting to be read. And then, though my budget is slim and my nightstand is full, I went to a book sale a bought many many more.

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I have a chocolate truffle bar sitting across the room from me. Should I eat it now or later?

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I hope Lance Armstrong rocks the time trial tomorrow in the Tour de France. There are certainly things I do not admire about the guy, but it's fun to watch him on a bike. Ben and I spent an hour last night watching some old Tours on YouTube. Really amazing.

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I working on a post in my head about Greek poets and social media. If I ever get it done, it will be profound, I'm sure. Well, mildly entertaining anyway.

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And now that this blog post has simply degenerated into a series of Twitter-esque asides, I shall bid you all farewell for the evening.

The More We Get Together

Yesterday Ben and I drove the kids out to Nana's house. Nana is my mom. We dropped the kids off, then we gathered up 5 of my siblings, four of them currently living at Nana's house and headed to the movie theater to meet up with another sibling. We listened to a Harry Potter soundtrack on the way. The eight of us sat together in a row towards the back and got set to watch the sixth Harry Potter movie.

After the movie we hashed out what we liked and didn't like, authoritatively pointing out obvious errors in judgment the screenwriter and director made in adding or eliminating certain elements. Once I got home I proceeded to re-read book six so that I could continue my assessment of things the movie did right, and what it did wrong. It was thoroughly enjoyable.

But the really fun part was the group I went with. My kids are really too young for movie theaters (I have strong opinions on this) and I rarely go to the movies anyway. But when I do, I absolutely LOVE going with my brothers and sisters and, of course, Ben. They are my very favorite people in the whole world. So while Hermione's emotional moment may have been overplayed, listening to my thirteen year-old brother giggle at the previews was totally worth it.

1000 Words

Woman Sleeping by Mary Ferris Kelly