This sleep deprived weekend has given me a headache
The Avengers at a theater near you
In my absence yesterday evening, my husband and son saw the movie "The Avengers". They enjoyed it, despite the fact that I wasn't there, which always dampens their spirits. Really? Well, no. My son was a little annoyed when his dad pointed out the impossibility of a scene where one of the characters reached out and grabbed a plane that was going Mach 1 or something. He does that sometimes. Mostly he just goes along for the ride, but once and awhile the engineer in him rears its ugly head. Don't hate me honey. You know I love you. Honey? Where are you going?
It was just a matter of time
|Not actual mother, only representation for visual purposes..|
I once read a bumper sticker that shouted Growing Old: It Ain't for Sissies! I could be wrong, but I don't think the word sissy is at all related to the taunting term used for males who don't live up to masculine expectations.
I could be wrong, but I don't think I needed to explain the use of the word "sissy".
|Not my niece, classmates, or school colors. Also, how do they know which cap is theirs?|
The other day, we received a nice surprise in our mailbox. Nice because it wasn't another hunk of junk mail, and nice because it wasn't another flipping bill (as if we'd pay it anyway). I jest, evil Bill Collection Agencies.
It was nice because it was the announcement of my niece's high school graduation. Her photo graces the front of the announcement, absolutely adorable and soo grown up.
This makes me ill.
I'm sick because I realize I am getting very, very old. I am in utter and complete denial that she has reached this milestone. I was just cradling her in my arms five years ago. How dare she grow up.
Nonetheless, I am very proud of her, which is surely only a smidgin of the pride felt by her parents. My "baby" sister will probably have on display pictures of my niece as a baby, toddler, preschooler and elementary student, preteen and teen pictures of her maturing through the years. And I will cry.