Freedom Writers
I saw Freedom Writers Thursday night. I loved it and recommend it. I don’t usually plug movies, but I’m going to go out on a limb and say you’ll like it too. If you don’t like it, well, there’s obviously something wrong with you.
The movie is about a young teacher trying to inspire her inner-city students. Yeah I know what you’re thinking — another movie about an inspirational teacher. I thought the same thing when I first saw the movie on the shelf at BlockBuster, which was why I wasn’t willing to pay 389 cents to rent it. Then I saw the movie again. This time on the shelf at the library (when did they start carrying DVDs?). It was free and the library doesn’t exactly have an extensive selection of movies, so I checked it out. I loved it and you will too. Now go see Freedom Writers. Have a good weekend everyone!
Too Cute
Maybe it’s just me, but I think the Little Monkey is at the perfect age: two to three years old. Babies are cute, but all they really do is eat, sleep, poop, and cry. When they are one, they can walk, but they can’t talk clearly. I find it very frustrating trying to understand a one-year old. Do you want the apple? No, how about the orange? The fork? Oh, you want the knife. Ok, here you go. Trying to understand a one year old is very much like trying to understand a woman. You know what I mean. Don’t waste money buying me flowers on Valentine’s Day really means buy several dozens. And don’t buy me a big diamond ring because it’s too expensive really means buy it now or you won’t get any action. Ever.
I think ages two and three are just right. They are so cute at that age. I kid you not, every time I see the Little Monkey, I want to pick her up and kiss and hug her until she slaps me in the face and tells me to stop it. Even at the age of two, too many kisses and hugs from dad can be very embarrassing for a child.
The Little Monkey is also at the age when she can carry a conversation. I’ll ask her where’s my kiss and she replies with it’s outside. I’ll ask her how did it get out there and she tells me auntie put it there. One of the Little Monkey’s favorite questions right now is, why do you get to do that and I don’t? I tell her it’s because I’m bigger and she replies with, no, I’m bigger and you’re little.
Now for some photos of the Little Monkey:
Just kidding, I’m still a girl.
Following in daddy’s footsteps.
The Painted House
Did everyone have a good weekend? I know, last weekend is long over and the next one is about to start. But it has taken me this long to recover from the three day weekend here in the states. It’s like one of those vacation where you are so tired afterwards that you need another vacation to recover from your vacation (or from raising the kids or taking my wife to the mall). I didn’t even do anything exciting. Just saving the universe and more home improvement projects. In this case, the demolition of our outdoor storage to make way for a garden for Mommy Forever.
The highlight of the demolition was my first trip to the city dump. It wasn’t what I expected. I thought the dump was located at a landfill, but it was actually in an airplane hanger type of structure. It smelled a little, but not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Considering it was the dump, it was actually relatively clean. And there wasn’t even any dead bodies. Not a single one.
My next big project is painting the house. But I have no idea how I’m going to paint our house. I painted my parents’ house several times when I was a kid. But my parents’ house is only one story and is about the size of our garage. Our house is a hundred stories high and can fit several Boeing 787 Dreamliners. My 24-foot ladder can’t even reach the gutter above our front door. It’s one of those houses that requires a ladder ON THE ROOF in order to paint the high areas over the garage. I’m also nervous about painting the trim. I’ve seen professional painters lean over the roof to paint the trim. Sounds way too dangerous to me. Lean a little too much and you’re headed head first for the concrete below. I’m not afraid of dying. I just don’t want to crack the driveway with my hard head. And then I’ll have to put in a new driveway.
Unless I can figure out a safe way to paint our house, I might have to hire someone. According to friends and neighbors, the estimates are in the range of $4,000 to $8,000. Ouch! Anyone have any suggestions for painting our house? Or better yet, does anyone want to send a few thousand dollars my way so I can hire painters?
My Daughter’s Best Friend is Evil
We had five straight days of hot weather. Five days of 80’s and 90’s and running around naked. I’m so tired of our gloomy cool spring. I felt like a bear waking up from hibernation. The sun felt good and I was busy with various outdoor projects. That’s one of the reasons why I disappeared from the blogosphere. But now, the rain has returned and we’re back in the 50’s and 60’s.
On Monday, the Little Princess freaked us out. My wife went to the bus stop to pick up the Little Princess and she wasn’t on it. We found out from the school that the Little Princess missed the school bus. When we asked the Little Princess how did she miss the bus, she told us she didn’t know. Coincidentally, the Little Princess’ best friend, the Annoying Friend, also missed the bus. Something tells me they missed the bus because they were goofing around after school.
My wife and I are not fond of the Annoying Friend. One time we heard the Annoying Friend say she doesn’t want to come over again if another of the Little Princess’ friend will be there. Another time, we found a letter in the Little Princess’ backpack. The letter was from the Annoying Friend and it was about how the Annoying Friend hated another friend of the Little Princess (different from the other friend I already mentioned). We also heard from a mom, who volunteers in their classroom, that the Annoying Friend copies the Little Princess’ school work. Then there was the time the Annoying Friend told us she wanted us to take her home…we just started eating dinner. The Annoying Friend isn’t evil, but I have a bad feeling about her. If she’s like this now (she’s only a second grader), I wonder what’s she going to be like when she’s a teenager.
Now back to our summer like weather:
The Romantic Mother’s Day
Colleen, Queen of the Nuthouse, tagged me for a meme. I am suppose to post three random things about myself. I’m running out of things to say about me that I have not already blogged about previously. So, I’m going to write three things about our romantic Mother’s Day.
(1) Romantic Breakfast with 100 Strangers
We went out for breakfast on Mother’s Day. There was no way we were going to wait 1-2 hours for a table for lunch or dinner. We’ve done that before. With three young children, waiting 1-2 hours for a table would not be a treat for my wife. I might as well ask her to make us dinner, wash the dishes, and give me a back massage on Mother’s Day. That would really make her day.
(2) Romantic Trip to Target
After breakfast, I took my wife to Target. I know, I know, a mom’s dream come true. Why go to the mall and look at expensive jewelry when you can go shopping at Target. Do I know how to make my wife happy or what? The Little Monkey was very excited about Target too. That’s why she peed on the floor. And it wasn’t a little pee either. It was a flood. Clean up on aisle five!
(3) A Romantic Movie
After the romantic trip to Target, we watched a romantic DVD in the afternoon - The Justice League. Isn’t that great? We’re talking about Batman, Superman, Flash, Martian Manhunter, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, and Hawkgirl. Is there a mom out there who doesn’t get excited seeing superheroes in tights? OK, maybe my wife wasn’t excite, but she did get a little alone time while the kids learned how to pummel each other. Thank you Justice League.
With these Hulk hands, I can pummel my brother.
But I have to pee first. Oooops. Too late.
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