So...I'm walking down the aisle of the grocery store with my list, my mom's list.
She seems to think it's cute to write in 6pt. font or smaller.
When she types little fun gift certificates for gifts (she's sweet that way), she leans heavily toward the small, teeny tiny font - which obviously appears larger - to her - on the computer.
I love me some 14pt. font and larger.
I've gotta get out my handy dandy Walgreens 1.0 reading specs to try to make sense of Nanny Carol's - very neatly written - grocery list.
And I told her, "Quit putting adjectives in front of the necessary items. I don't need you to write 'regular' bread. Just put bread. No need to write 'red, firm' tomatoes. Tomatoes will do. Case closed."
I was power shopping.
No time to wade through clauses and phrases that didn't really matter.
I've known my mother all my life. I truly know what she's meaning to convey. Most of the time.
(I know. I know. She's thinking, "Forget you. I'll do my own last minute run to the store instead of letting you HELP me. YOU offered to go, and now you're just smartin' off about my grocery list."
I like to rest - or set - my grocery list on something hard OR write it in my planner book. Well...considering I'm using mom's little list....hmmmmm...like it's been written on adding machine tape 2.5" by 3".
SO - I'd just come from the library to get the dvd The Passion of the Christ.
No. You. Didn't.
Yes. I did.
I put the dvd on top of my purse and placed the grocery list on top.
I didn't want anyone to see which dvd I was using for alternate purposes.
Almost seemed hypocritical doing so. Oh well. We watched a lot of Jesus movies over the Christmas holidays.
Not very realistic.
Time for the real, deal look at what happened.
I won't lie. Molly wants to see it.
We kept explaining on the milder movies she's seen that it was MUCH worse than what was being depicted. (Jesus was flogged and there'd be NO blood or stripes on his back.)
She is "wise" that way. I think she could watch The Passion and appreciate it and learn from it.
I honestly think she can take it. Not Emily.
I'm not saying I recommend an 11 or 12 y/o child watch the movie.
Neither will see it - for now.
Only later - when older - when they are ready.
I don't think I CAN watch it again right now.
Michael - my brother, however, could watch it with them and give good explanations.
Michael - silly uncle to Emily and Molly - bought Devil Squares to eat with his ice cream.
The Little Debbie kind.
He told them, "Oh no. You can't have any. It doesn't say ANGEL squares. Your mom won't let you have them."
He was kidding. Later on Emily asked if he'd eaten his Evil Squares. It was a slip of the tongue - of her understanding....but same thing. I told her that she was more right than she realized.
She and Molly are laid across Nanny Carol's bed watching the 4th season episodes of The Waltons. Both brothers who were here for the holidays have said the living room tv - while they were here- was turned into the No Waltons Zone.
No more Jim Bob, John Boy, and Grandpa. I
t's time to talk about all the talent Louisiana has and how Alabama has snatched up 2 superb recruits, but there's an excellent linebaker waitin' to sign with the Tigers.
Time to talk about Ole Miss winning.
Time to talk about Alabama losing and Auburn almost winning.
Florida...more of the same.
Time to talk about the NFL coaches being fired.
I told my daughters, "THIS is why I know so much about football.
My brothers talk to me like I'm interested in what they have to say, and over the years - well - I've learned more than any girl should know about this game."
4th down and long yardage.
Whatta ya do?