Sunday, November 19, 2006
Well, Alesia has been the Crown Princess of PMS today, so I finally gave up and just put her in front of the TV, watching a Lizzie McGuire video. It was either that or slap her.
Yesterday morning, we went to the mall. I had to buy some new pants. Of course, none of the upscale stores that cater to fat chicks had any elastic waistband pants. Has the world gone INSANE?! I discovered elastic waistbands a few years ago and now I wear nothing else but cotton pants with elastic waistbands. I don’t care if they make my butt look big. My butt IS big. When I was younger I used to obsess over stupid stuff like that. Now, I could not care less.
Besides using a movie to avoid violence, I did another dodgy mother thing yesterday. I took Alesia and her friend Elena to the movies, and I saw something different. They saw “Flushed Away,” a delightful comedy about a snooty mouse who gets flushed down the toilet. I knew if I tried to sit through it I would fall asleep – thus embarrassing my daughter to death. It’s happened before. So I saw “Stranger Than Fiction,” with Will Ferrell and Emma Thompson. I love Emma Thompson, and she was playing a writer, so I had to see it. Some of it was funny, but the ending was nonsensical. Emma looked ancient and chain-smoked throughout the film. I also was totally horrified that Will Ferrell’s love interest was an actress named Maggie Gyllenhaal, whose entire upper left arm was covered in tattoos. YUCK! Maybe somebody under 30 would go for the circus look, but Will Ferrell is in his late 30’s and played an IRS agent. Come ON! I tried not to look at her arm. Maggie is tall and her face looks a bit like my friend Maria, and I tried to focus on that…
I knew the girls’ movie ended before mine, and I had told them beforehand to just wait for me in the lobby. I looked at them both sternly and said “Do NOT talk to any strangers! Come get me if you’re scared.” Elena’s eyes got really big and she said, “My Daddy won’t let me talk to anyone, even people I know!”
We are getting ready to head to Myrtle Beach for Thanksgiving, which will either be a terrible ordeal or a lot of fun. If Alesia still has PMS and gets carsick again, it will be an ordeal. The hotel IS next to the ocean, and I can at least take long walks on the beach…
