There are so many things that I could spin into post material today, exceppt that I am tired and CUH-RANKY as usual, so I am just going to give you, dear reader, the abbreviated version.
First of all, we took the kids to see Bodies The Exhibition today. If you can see this: do so. It was awesome. I had heard what to expect from a few friends, so my kids were prepared for what there was. Most people thought the worst part was the one small room with fetus and newborns in it (this room is intentionally by passable for anyone who does not wish to see it) but my kids thought that the scariest part was that the ppreserved bodies were not boxed up in a glass case. They thought it was freaky that they could have touched them. And don't think for one minute that Evan didn't try. He continuously gestured and swung his hands just a little too close, forcing me to be the nagging mother warning him time after time that all the signs said we weren't allowed to touch. I thought the grossest part was that some of the bodies were a little dusty and it wasn't the nice soft kind of television screen dust, it was the sticky looking range hood kitchen cooking kind of dust. I so wanted to touch it too. All three kids thought the room with the babies was fascinating. They never questioned where the adults came from, but they did need reassurance that the babies had died of some other cause before their bodies were used for the exhibit.
Evan did make one priceless comment though. My darling culinary adventurist, who will try anything at least once, noted the visual similarity between the human muscles on the people in the exhibit, and beef jerky.
Afterwards we had some lunch, and then came home. Since both Evan and Josh konked out in the car, we decided to go to the movies tonight.
We saw Over The Hedge. It was OK. Five minutes into the movie a family came in and sat in front of us. You gotta love an adult who thoughtlessly sits in front of a five year old, when there are other easily available options. Then you gotta love her even more when she puts her feet up on the seat in front of her, as if she is fifteen years old and doesn't realize there are other people in this world, so no one in their right mind would sit there. Then you gotta want to hug her until she turns blue when you realize that her kid is so sick that she is shooting lugers all over the theater every three minutes when she explodes into fits of coughing, and then you look at your husband every 3 minutes when the kid explodes to plead with your eyes "Can I slap her upside the head? Please?? Will you come to my defense?" And you cry a little inside because your husband's eyes say "NO." I feel like I have fulfilled my quota of G rated movies, and just can't excited about them any more. At least I didn't fall asleep. The hacking of the kid in front of us kept me conscious. After the movies we went to dinner at a chain Italian restaurant. We were seated next to another family of 5. That is about all we had in common with these people. The kids were misbehaving, the parents were loud mouthed, and then the Mom, in her over the top Tony Soprano accent started berating the waiter for less than adequet food, and insisted on seeing a manager. I couldn't help staring because, well, I am rude and have been known to stare, but also because she had sideburns, a big brow ridge and an underbite and all I could think of is that Geico commercial with the insulted cavemen in the restaurant and one orders the roast duck and the other lost his appetite. All the while, I am also thinking, "Lady, you are not in a fine dining situation here, and from the looks of things, and I can say this because you are about my size, you don't turn your nose up at too many entrees, so just shut your pie hole and eat!" But the manager came over, and I watched this freshly scrubbed 22 year old guy sweet talk and placate this woman until she was satisisfied, and did shut her pie hole. That is until she had checked out the desert menu, and decided to get hers to go.
You and I together could do some serious people watching/people bashing.
Posted by: danelle | May 29, 2006 at 08:06 PM