'And now, just for a change of scenery...'
More clouds and trees.
And a weird bug! : OAnne:
Long story...
Mama Mia was playing for the $3 matinee at our nearby historic theater. I had wanted to see the Broadway show...never got to it...so I thought I could go to this matinee by myself, and not have to torture anyone else by going to see that movie with me. So I decided to get the house cleaned and sheets washed before I had to leave for the 1:00 show...
But when I started cleaning, Jake fell asleep on the sofa, so I didn't want to run the vacuum and wake him...
So I baked cookies instead.
(J: They're really good cookies. Like all soft and full of delicious spices... Yeah. Really good..)Sam got up fairly early for him (10:30), and instead of immediately turning on his lap-top to play World of Warcraft, he offered to vacuum his room. He finished that and said, "Can I vacuum yours, too?" And that turned into him vacuuming the entire upstairs for me. What a sweetie.
(J: I vacuum all the time... And I never get mentioned in a blog post. ;o; )
(Anne's note: Hee hee...when Jake told me he was writing things in response to my blog entry, I loved the idea...and it was *I* who mentioned that he might say something about how HE vacuums all the time and doesn't get all the attention that Sam gets when he vacuums!! It's True...Jake joyfully vacuums often, and doesn't even care or feel resentful that Sam doesn't usually vacuum...and he didn't even notice, certainly didn't even care, that Sam was receiving accolades for it until I pointed it out... He's that kind of awesome guy... :)
I was very happy, as I got to get ready to go see Mama Mia earlier, without rushing around. So while Jake and Sam were playing WoW and I was preparing to go, Sam said, "Mom, I'll go see Mama Mia with you...as a gift to you..."
I told him that I was really happy to go alone...Jake was already thinking that he might want to join me...and I really only wanted Sam to go if HE wanted to go. He said, "I do...as a gift to you."
(J: Yes. I wanted to go see Mama Mia. Why? ... That's beyond me.)
So we all got ready and we left our beautifully clean home to head to the little river town of Walton.
Oh.My.God.
Every single person...no...every single FEMALE person in Walton (even more specifically, most of them over the age of 70!) was going to see Mama Mia!! I had never seen so many cars at that theater, and so many people all dressed up in Walton in the middle of the day, all swarming toward that theater with big SMILES on their faces!!
While it was a sight to behold, we decided we'd rather not see it with all those other people.
So we called the theater in Oneonta. They had a 2:00 showing of Mama Mia. We headed there.
On the way in to the theater, Sam noticed that Pineapple Express was playing at 2:40. He was feeling torn. I released him of his *gift* to me and told him that if he was bored with Mama Mia, it would be really OK with me if he and Jake wanted to slip out and go see Pineapple Express.
So we got our FREE (J: Sweet.) kiddie size popcorn and our blue Icee and we sat down to see Mama Mia. And into the theater came numerous FEMALES...most over the age of 70!! (How WONDERFUL that there is a movie that they are excited to see, without violence or raunchiness!) That was cool with us. We huddled in our corner in the back of the theater, having the grand time that we always have when at the movies together (J: You know, sneaking Coconut-Flavored-Hooch into the Coke, laughing at the ' Dedicated to Preventing Underage Drinking' signs that come up before the previews, answering all the 'Scene it?' questions with 'Spiderman 3!' (It's the answer to everything.), and feeling like jellyfish. You know. The normal.)...
And the movie started.
And it was even cornier and cheesier than I could have imagined. But I was still enjoying it. Yet I was thankful that Sam and Jake had an exit strategy...
It got to be 2:30 and I suggested that they head over to the Pineapple Express theater. They did. (J: Was hard to tear myself away from Meryl Streep in overalls. But. I managed somehow.)
And with them gone, Mama Mia wasn't so attractive anymore. In fact, it really started annoying me.
So I left.
I joined my boys at the raunchy, violent and funny movie, and we had a really good time...again...
. . . .
Look closer...
Closer, still...
My bike-riding, vacuuming, gift-giving boy...
All is well.(J: Remember, yesterday, when we went to see Mama Mia, and then we went to see Mama Mia again, with the hooch and the Movie-Hopping, and the 'No, I don't wanna go tell 'em the screen's fuzzy AGAIN because I JUST TOLD THEM TWO SECONDS AGO!'? That was fun. We should do this again sometime.)
