Before we got married Rick and I enjoyed going to the movies. We went to the late show and held hands while I asked him questions about the movie. He would smile and tell me what I missed when I blinked. We snuggled together and ate buckets of hot buttered popcorn. Movie night was fun. He liked chick flicks back then.
Fast forward thirty years. Our idea of getting ready for a late movie is to hurry through supper, throw our pajamas on and stick in a Red Box movie that Rick picked up on his way home from work.
That’s when I found out that when we were dating he liked the chick but not the flick. I am an incredibly awesome wife so I simply sigh when he brings his, beat ‘em in the head, mystery action thriller home. We climb into bed, a popcorn free zone I might add, and turn on the movie.
“What’s happening? I ask thirty seconds into the movie.
“I don’t know hon. Just watch. I’ve never seen this movie either.”
I watch, afraid to blink and miss something. Why did they have to make the plot so complicated and talk so low you can’t hear them?
“Turn up the volume. Is he a bad guy?”
“Jane. I don’t know.” I concentrated harder.
“Oh honey, I forgot to tell you that Garret called today. You’re supposed to call him back.”
“Couldn’t you have told me after the movie?”
“No. I might have forgotten.” Rick snorts.
“What did that man just say?”
Rick takes a deep breath. “He said, ‘I don’t know what you’re up to but…’ I missed the rest.”
“I heard that part. How come you never hear what they say? When you ask me what they say I can tell you what they said.”
“I’ll rewind it.”
“No. Every time you try to go back it wrecks the movie. Just leave it.”
“I got it all figured out.” He tries to skip it back. He goes too far. “Crap.”
Rick tries to find the spot again and I go paint my toe nails. He finally gives up and starts the movie again. I get to figure out what happened and he gets to hear what he missed.
“Now what’s happening?” I can’t help myself from asking.
“I don’t know.”
I glue myself back to the TV screen.
“What did they say?” Rick missed another line.
“They said……..” I repeat back to him exactly what they said. “How come when you miss something I hear it but you can never hear what I miss. Do you know how annoying that is?”
We manage to get through the movie. I never quite know what is going on and Rick can’t hear half of it and there’s no snuggling or popcorn but we are entertained. I wonder why none of our kids want to watch a movie with us?
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THE MANY FACES OF CORRUPTION
It’s official, after a year, my daughter and her five children have moved to their own home. Ariana has been building it for a year now.
The carpet cleaners are coming to clean my seriously dirty carpets that were once a fresh clean cream color. Or were they? Hmm, it’s been so long I can’t remember.
My carpets have been fingernail polished, cleaned with bleach, peed on, bled on, had food dumped on them and finally at Christmas, Tristan shot them with a toy paint gun that I hope had toy paint.
I have been organizing and cleaning the house and repainting many of the walls. Tristan turned two while they lived here and became very artistic with a pen. His canvas of choice, when he was disenchanted with the walls, were the windowsills and doors. What was I thinking when I chose to have them painted with an oil base paint.
That boy gets around. When bored, he liked to hammer things into my hardwood floors.Was it any wonder then that I finally caved and did what any sane, seriously busy grandma would do, I let them watch television.
I realized the other day that maybe TV watching had gone a little overboard when Kaden, my 9 year old grandson came rushing into my bedroom.
“Grandma, can you call mom and ask her to bring home some Sudafed for kids?”
“Why, are you sick?”
He gave his lopsided sheepish grin. “No.”
“Why do you want some then?”
“It helps a kid feel more like a kid.”
OK, these kids were definitely getting too much on screen entertainment. I should have paid more attention when we were watching a movie together and they didn’t want to fast forward through the commercials.
They never had television at home except for movies once or twice a week and now, just so evil grandma had time to do nonessential things—like breathe—their minds were twisted by commercial television. And I mean really twisted. I caught them fast-forwarding the cartoons to re-watch the commercials.
Lucky thing Ariana was getting them away from my corrupting influence. I hope she can clean their minds as easily as I can clean the walls and carpets.
The carpet cleaners are coming to clean my seriously dirty carpets that were once a fresh clean cream color. Or were they? Hmm, it’s been so long I can’t remember.
My carpets have been fingernail polished, cleaned with bleach, peed on, bled on, had food dumped on them and finally at Christmas, Tristan shot them with a toy paint gun that I hope had toy paint.
I have been organizing and cleaning the house and repainting many of the walls. Tristan turned two while they lived here and became very artistic with a pen. His canvas of choice, when he was disenchanted with the walls, were the windowsills and doors. What was I thinking when I chose to have them painted with an oil base paint.
That boy gets around. When bored, he liked to hammer things into my hardwood floors.Was it any wonder then that I finally caved and did what any sane, seriously busy grandma would do, I let them watch television.
I realized the other day that maybe TV watching had gone a little overboard when Kaden, my 9 year old grandson came rushing into my bedroom.
“Grandma, can you call mom and ask her to bring home some Sudafed for kids?”
“Why, are you sick?”
He gave his lopsided sheepish grin. “No.”
“Why do you want some then?”
“It helps a kid feel more like a kid.”
OK, these kids were definitely getting too much on screen entertainment. I should have paid more attention when we were watching a movie together and they didn’t want to fast forward through the commercials.
They never had television at home except for movies once or twice a week and now, just so evil grandma had time to do nonessential things—like breathe—their minds were twisted by commercial television. And I mean really twisted. I caught them fast-forwarding the cartoons to re-watch the commercials.
Lucky thing Ariana was getting them away from my corrupting influence. I hope she can clean their minds as easily as I can clean the walls and carpets.
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