first day of kids' summer break

it is only 1:32 and so far so good. the girl has only commented once on FB that she was bored. the boy only objected twice while we were in a store because i was trying on shorts (that looked hideous once i got them on) rather than looking at something he wanted to look at. this was after i went to the coliseum to buy tickets for him and the hubs to go to an upcoming....wait for it....wrestling event. oyfuckingvey.

i really should not complain. i don't do sports, watch them or otherwise (except hockey, i discovered i do like watching a hockey match) and thankfully the hubs is not one of those men who watch anything that has a ball involved (well, except porn but that's another post). but, the boy has gotten into watching wrestling and the hubs thought he'd get a kick out of going to a live event.

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my mom is now on FB and is my friend. not quite sure how i feel about that. it's strange. but, i'm not full on out there on FB like i am here. come to think of it i'm probably not like i am here unless i'm really cutting loose w/ friends. i don't go around saying fuck and stuff, though i do throw out a douche canoe now and then.

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last night we watched adam sandler in that zohan movie---omfg it was horrible. i love adam sandler usually, but that movie sucked badly. so very very badly. then we watched brad pitt benjamin buttons. it was long, which is fine cos i liked it. but, it devastated me. i think i quietly cried for the last 45 minutes of the movie and then afterwards i was still crying. we went to bed and i started welling up again. holy crap. there are some movies that i love that do that to me---out of africa, beaches, gone w/ the wind. they do not have happy hollywood endings but they have the right endings. i become attached to the characters in those movies and so bereft when they end.

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i've written many times before about how music speaks to me. how it moves me. how it can influence my moods, good or bad. i think my life should have a soundtrack. i associate certain moments/periods/memories of my life w/ music. songs often are like time machines for me, transporting me back to an exact moment that is so crystal clear.

the other day on the radio a female dj was talking about this very same thing and one of the songs for her is this, these arms of mine, by otis redding. i couldn't actually find otis performing this on youtube, but this is him singing it, ignore the video that goes w/ it. tell me that song doesn't move you. i don't personally have any memories tied to this song but i love it. it makes me want to slow dance and then....well, it's just powerful.