Since I gave y'all the writing update the other day, I thought I'd give you a regular life update today.
Saturday was my eleventh anniversary, but me and my wife have been together for more than fifteen years as we dated for a long time before tying the knot. I truly could not have found a better match had I scoured the globe for fifty years.
For our anniversary we went out to eat. The food was lousy, but the company and was great and the Shiner Bock was cold so I'll overlook the fact my two fried quail had more grease and oil in them than JiffyLube. Trust me when I say it take a lot of grease to make me and my arteries cry uncle.
Afterwards, we went to a movie. Save any smart-aleck comments about how unromantic and dull dinner and a movie is. We were both so tired and run down we simply wanted a nice easy going night. We had both read Sue Monk Kidd's novel The Secret Life of Bees so that is the movie we chose.
The movie was very well done and is a solid adaptation of a great book, but the half dozen teenage girls that sat directly behind us were a distraction. They kicked out chairs made idiotic comments at nearly every scene, but both Jennifer and I noted that they cried and sniffed along with most of the moviegoers when Lily, portrayed by Dakota Fanning was talking about her mother.
The movie was very well cast and all the actors did a great job of being true to their written form of the characters. Or so I thought.
Also in yet another great lost tooth tragedy my youngest Z, lost his first tooth on Saturday but he swallowed it while munching on a popcorn ball. His great fear -- the tooth would somehow bite the inside of his stomach.
Eventually we convinced him his intestines were safe and sound from the rebel mandible so he recruited his older brother to help write a note for the winged collector of lost Chiclets, better known as the tooth fairy. The next day he promptly blew his wad of cash in plastic Army men at the dollar store.
My oldest son turns 8 tomorrow on Halloween day. I can't believe how fast he is growing and maturing. The scary things is he already eats as much as I do and his hands are within half an inch of being as big as mine.
The flag football team won their first game last Saturday when the other teams was so stricken with fear that they did not bother to show up. So instead we had a father/son scrimmage and the kids played three times harder than they ever had. They whipped the dads by the score of 20-13. Sadly that momentum did not carry over to Sunday when we lost 26-6. The last game is this Saturday morning. Maybe the boys will be all hopped up on Halloween sugar that they will run like Forrest Gump on crack. But then again the other teams should be riding the same candy corn high so no telling what will happen.
Thanks to everyone that has donated to the literacy projects on my DonorsChoose widget to the right. Tomorrow is the last day so if you are in a position to help please consider donating sometime in the next 36 hours or so.
I have some more thoughts to share that occurred to me while watching The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown the other night, but those will have to wait as I've rambled on long enough for now. Maybe I'll get to those warped notions in a post tomorrow.