More ponderings says she. Hmmmm... can I ponder on cue? I could just rummage around the ol' noodle and throw out whatever is in there. Brace yourselves...
So yesterday Angus the Moose and Hamish (aka Bear)... ok! Wait! Before I go on with this little vignette let me explain the name game. When our children were little if Fox and I wanted to talk about them while they were in the room we used code names for them. There were the Scottish nick-names (Angus and Hamish) and there were the Italian nick-names (Primo and Segundo) and the Bruce Willis nick-names (Igg and Ook). We changed them up from time to time so the kids wouldn't figure out who we were talking about. Then along comes the blog thing and I noticed how most my friends didn't refer to their children by name (smart that) and thinking that I needed MORE code names for my children I came up with Moose and Manny.
Moose 'cause Angus McPrimo Iggface was/is growing at an alarming rate and Manny 'cause Hamish Segundook wanted so much to catch up to his large hairy sibling. Manny was soon dropped as the character in question decided he too wanted an animal nickname so Bear was soon adopted. Whew! Now normally I'd just stick with the blog nicknames I picked out, but the husband decided he needed to blog and started referring to the offspring by their ancient Scottish nicknames. In an effort not to confuse (I know right?), in an effort not to confuse I thought I'd refer to them as Angus the Moose and Hamish the Bear so those of you who read BOTH our blogs (God help the 2 of you) wouldn't get mixed up (HA!). But screw it all! It's my blog so I will refer to the tots by my nick-names. So Moose and Bear it is.
You know I just realized something... I have been referring to the husband as Fox as there are too many Matt's in my life and it's just easier to use his last name as it's what I used to refer to him as anyway (even longer story involving teepee's don't ask), so that means... I now have Fox, Moose, and Bear. Geeee-eeeez! Who does that make me? Snow White? Grizzly Adams? Pocahontas? Cue visions of me in all of those get-ups. Hysterical laughter ensues and... Whatev. Back to my story...
Moose and Bear had Thursday and Friday off for conferences. Both got glowing reports so we went to the movies as a sort of "well-done-keep-up-the-good-work" kind of reward thing. We saw Forbidden Kingdom and wow. Jet Li! Jackie Chan! Serious Kung-Fu! Totally crack-a-lacka! Jet Li did praying mantis form versus Jackie Chan's tiger claw and can I say: OH. MY. GOSH!!! I nearly cried it was so beautiful. Fun boy movie, I recommend it (cheesy 80's Karate Kid bullies and all). Anyhow, the woodland creatures and I were walking out of the theater (ok Moose and I were walking. Bear was leaping, kicking, punching, and blocking imaginary blows) when we noticed that they were selling tickets for a midnight showing of IRON MAN! What!?! Get out! When this was reported to Fox he immediately ordered us home to take naps. Woo-hoo!
Later that night we pushed a freshly woken, groggy Moose and Bear into the vehicular unit and headed back to the theater. Now a thing you need to know about my forest creatures, they are, to a man HUGE comic book geeks. Whenever a new movie comes out staring a DC or Marvel character we. must. see. it. That's just the way we roll 'round here so it went without question that we would see Iron Man, in fact, the creatures have been drooling over on-line trailers for months now, but me? Well, something you should know about me: I don't like Robert Downey Jr. Why? Couldn't really say. I just don't. Chalk it up to different strokes. So I went to the movie to hang with my men, but was indifferent to the subject matter. But I have to say, it didn't disappoint. Lots of fun effects and action, snappy dialogue that RDJ OWNED (I might actually go all fangirl now)! It was lots of fun, thoroughly enjoyable, I encourage you all to go see it on a big screen to get the full feel of the effects. We liked it so much that the creatures rented and are playing the Wii game and I'm heading out in a bit to see it again with some girl friends. So, it's not bad.
Can't get out to the movies? We rented Hot Rod the other night. I'm almost ashamed at how much I laughed at it. It has some language and so is not appropriate for all audiences and it is extremely stupid, still:
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It's like watching my life. Lisa, Bear, and I are working on the dance moves in that last clip.
See what happens when you ask me to ponder.
11 comments:
Well, I was gonna write "LOL" about five hundred times as my comment, but my eldest, looking over my shoulder, commented, "okay, Mom - what are we? Fourteen?"
So, in feeling like a complete dork, I erased my comment.
Here's my new one.
LOL!!! (once...does that still make me fourteen?)
I think one "LOL" still counts as mature and refined...? No? Oh well.
I LOVE to hear the ponderings within the mind of Beth Fox. I have not belly-laughed this hard in a very, very long time...probably the last time was when I was actually IN your presence.
I needed that.
Thanks, my friend!!!
Keep pondering!!! :)
You laughed 'cause you could totally see me in the Snow White outfit, huh? And I looked supremely uncomfortable and weird. Then I began complaining about lame puffed sleeves and what the hell!? A head band?!! Where did that come from?! Then I started stomping around the serene woodland glen frightening all the little forest creatures with my muttered swearing and that's when you noticed: I was wearing Chucks. Then "pop"!
I'm Grizzly Adams. Coon skin cap, wooly beard, and all! While I was unsure about the facial hair you could see that I was digging the doe hide leathers. I started waving my arms around to watch the fringe swing back and forth in it's delightful swishy manner (thus scaring the wee animals even more. They began to slowly back away, careful not to make any sudden moves so as to not draw my attention) and while you could tell I was quite taken with this new outfit it's continuity was broken by the fact that I was still wearing the Chucks. And "pop!
I'm Poca-friggin'-hontas! "What the...?" The animals have, by this time, turned tale and run and really who could blame them? I'm not the usual suspect. I have no natural grace or sweet temperament, I can't sing, it bugs me when birds and bunnies and deer try and help me dress, but maybe I should let them as I clearly have no fashion sense because, you know, I was still wearing the damn Chucks.
That's why you laughed huh? Admit it. You could totally see it.
P.S. you are not a dork. But if you want to be one you just come party in Oregon. Li and I can teach you some new dance moves that we have been working on down in the 7-11 parking lot.
hahahahahahaha!!!! I laughed so hard, AGAIN, when I read your comment(s)!!! TOO FUNNY!!! Ah, you kill me.
Hey, I'd love to learn your dance moves. I'll bring Diligent with me, that way she can see that I'm not the only 14 year-old 30-something year-old.
Can we buy some bastard candy while we're at 7-11?
(For those of you who don't know, Beth, Li and I discovered the new magical Hershey's Kissables last fall. They are little Hershey's kisses with an M&M coating, which led to Li's observation that it's the love child of M&M's & Kisses... hence, the name, bastard candy. It makes sense, really. You just have to live in our world.)
P.S. Will we be learning the dance moves shown here in the second clip, or the last clip? The second clip doesn't look like it would end well for any of us. And the last one... well... which one of us will get slammed into the side of the van? Wait. Don't answer that. You're both ninjas and I'm a cheerleader. Consequently, that makes me the van-slammed one.
O, Van-Slammed One, how do I love thee?
Okay, you know what? I think I need to go back to bed. Clearly I did not get enough sleep.
The dance moves from the last clip yes. And we take turns getting slammed, of course, that still doesn't work out well for you...
I'm speechless. You guys are nuts!
LOL, LOL, LOL, LOL, LOL, LOL, LOL, LOL...
I'm skeered... just don't throw me too hard, k? I have three children to raise and a job to do and a Lord to serve and dishes to wash and laundry to do and ... and... I'd just hate to see my life come to such a bitter end.. I could see the headlines now:
"Woman, thrown into the side of a 1970 Chevy van by two ninja warriors, succumbs to her injuries. The woman was found wearing a cheerleading outfit and holding a bag of Hershey's Kissables."
See? It just won't look good. Namely because I'm certain my cheerleading outfit from high school is about ten sizes too small ... it would just be ugly.
So please, be gentle. That's all I'm sayin'.
Ehee! Alright you can do the pushing. I think Lisa and my Amazon self will, somehow, make it through. Poor van though.
By saying "Poor van" are you calling me fat?! I'll tell you where you can stick those Chucks you just can't seem to stop wearing... ;o)
Everyone knows what a delicate butterfly you are Lisa. I was simply referring to my own Amazon self.
Go play the fat card trick on some defenseless male, it's useless on me. My kung-fu is strong. ;)
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