Monday, November 20, 2006

Hormones Are Here

Hello, hormones!

Today Mom and I went to see Stranger than Fiction. You know, that new Will Ferrell movie? I'm a fan of Will Ferrell and have been since he was on Saturday Night Live. It's the curly hair I think.

Anyhow, obviously there were like twenty minutes of previews before the movie. Thankfully I like previews so I never mind. Tom, on the other hand, starts to get impatient after the fifth preview and starts to mutter underneath his breath, "Okay they can start the movie any time now.."

Some of the previews made me cry.

They showed a preview for this movie We Are Marshalls and I cried.

They showed a preview for The Pursuit of Happyness and I cried.

I cried at the end of Stranger Than Fiction.

I almost cried when I realized I had drank the rest of the Mr. Pibb.

The movie was good. Tom wouldn't have liked it, which is why he didn't come. Obviously we invited him along but he wrinkled his nose when we told him the movie and said he'd pass.

He wants to see that new 007 movie and I'd rather not. I don't mind action films but that one would be too much for me.

Oh and the early Thanksgiving we had on Saturday went well too. Tom actually liked the food even though he was iffy about it all evening. My Dad makes the best stuffing in the world and Tom wasn't sure about that when he saw what went in it. (I'd tell you but then I'd have to kill you.)

Nana Jo and her friend Bill showed up. Obviously the men kept glancing over at the football game--Tom was rooting for Ohio State obviously.

Nana Jo kept talking about a Spurs game she had seen the night before.

"And it was the most exciting thing!" she kept saying even though she doesn't even like sports much.

So dinner was served and Tom took a bite of the "iffy" stuffing and announced, "I like it! This is really good. Amber, why doesn't yours taste like this?"

Then he got a lecture from all the women on how he should be grateful that I cook for him at all.

Nana Jo told me stories of when she was younger. I love to hear her stories. She was telling me that back "in the old days" that alcohol was served a lot.

"Well they started before dinner. During dinner. And after dinner," she said with a nod.

"So I take it there was a bunch of, er, happy people.." I added.

She nodded. "Oh yes. But that was why I didn't like entertaining because I didn't like to drink much. But it was just the norm then."

Then it was pie time.

And yes, we did end up getting Tom an apple pie.

So we had pecan, lemon meringue, apple and double layer pumpkin pie.

I had a sliver of each.

Tommy thought he wanted a piece of double layer pumpkin pie so he took a big bite and then looked disgusted.

"Mommy," he said seriously, leaning over, his mouth filled with pie. "This is yucky."

He had chocolate raisins instead.

Tomorrow we leave.

And I nearly cried about that too.

Because even though I am very different from my parents they're still my parents and I miss them.

I'll see them again in March. They're coming up for Natalie's birth.

So we're flying back to Tom's Mom's house and staying until December 2nd. Then we fly to Wyoming.

I am so sick of airplanes, let me tell you.

And airports.

But guess what?

Tonight Mom and I are going to The Melting Pot!

So many of my favorites have spoken about it. For those who don't know it's a fondue place. I LOVE fondue. At least I think I do. I had it years ago and liked it then so I'm assuming I'll like it now. Mom and I are having the cheese fondue and then the chocolate fondue.

*Drools*

Chocolate fondue...

Tom isn't coming because he doesn't like the idea of fondue at all. First he went, "What's fondue?" and when I told him he shook his head and said, "No thanks." Which is fine because that meant we could leave Tommy with him. Then Dad said he wasn't into fondue either so it was just Mom and I.

The boys are having pizza tonight. Though Dad keeps hinting that he'd rather have leftovers. Tom keeps saying, "Pizza..??"

I don't think The Melting Pot is a children's restaurant anyhow. We looked online at the menu and it was pages of pages of alcohol.

I'll try and remember to take the camera. I want to take a picture of the fondue.

Mmm.

Chocolate fondue.

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