for what will be a day long remembered

A long, long time ago, in galaxies far, far away in 1977, a boy and a girl saw Star Wars. No, not together. But they did see Star Wars and yes, it proved to be a pretty big deal for both of those young teens living in California and Pennsylvania. There truly was something magical about this tale that was so much like Flash Gordon and Akira Kurosawa mixed with some science fiction novels, comic books, The Wizard of Oz all sewn up perfectly with a little bit of Joseph Campbell’s ideas on the structure of the myth. It’s not likely that those two young teens really understood the underlying themes the first time they saw Star Wars that 1977 summer but they, like many other movie-goers, were caught up in the swash buckling magic of this space soap opera.

And now 38 years later…

 

that boy and that girl and their one child who truly loves Star Wars as much as they do spend a Sunday afternoon together in what will become another day long remembered.

The Force is strong with this one.

can’t apologize, won’t apologize

Have you ever found yourself in a movie theater, watching a film and wondering where is the plot, where is the dialogue and then….

Channing Tatum stops talking and starts dancing..

Matt Bomer takes me to “Heaven”…

Tw!tch is dancing all over the place…

Adam Rodriguez is serving up something good…

Even Jada Pinkett-Smith’s ass is oh so fine…which blows out of the water certain “feminist” males attitudes about women of a certain age.

And Joe Manganiello definitely makes it clear what way he wants it.

And I forget that there is no real, workable plot with any kind of mentally stimulating dialogue whatsoever.

Because the visual effects seemed to be enough…more than enough.

Not sorry.

Not sorry at all.

the Fourth’s top four

On the Fourth, my family circus celebrated Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness in our own special way; which I like to imagine is exactly what Thomas Jefferson envisioned when he wrote down those words.

Why should pundits and politicians be the only ones who can know what our Founding Fathers were thinking some 239 years ago?

Am I right?!

Our family circus top four moments on the Fourth are:

Watching Independence Day as we do every year because it makes perfect sense to us to be sitting together and watching this movie. Next year is likely to be different because Independence Day Resurgence…thank you, Roland Emmerich!

Barbecue, swatting flies, trading stories and just generally enjoying the company of family and friends.

Number three is a two=parter because it is.

Prime viewing of our town’s fireworks show. Added bonus not getting stuck in traffic because we are in our neighbors’ backyard.

Lighting our own, although this year The Big Top’s fireworks show was greatly subdued, as was the rest of our neighborhood’s, because everything is brown and dying while we all do our part conserving water during this drought…all of us except that one neighbor on the corner who literally waters his lawn SIX TIMES DAILY!

But, hands down, the top moment of our Independence Day celebration was when this kid swam underwater the width of our neighbor’s pool for the very first time! Absolutely the very best moment!!

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. ~ Thomas Jefferson

aca-family time

When your family circus is mostly grown and mostly out from under The Big Top and have lives, you sometimes need to plan family outings in advance.

Literally.

Don’t judge.

Pitch Perfect is on the list of movies the whole family enjoys watching together so much they will literally drop everything to watch together; a list that includes Mean Girls, Bring It On, Easy A.

Yes, chick flicks.

Again, don’t judge.

Yes, Bill’s favorite movies too. So seven months ago we made plans because a birthday celebration, a wedding anniversary celebration and, even better, the darling husband return to good health after a deadly heart attack.

The Pitch is back!

Aca-awesome!

Wait!

Where’s Abby?

Bay to Breakers because when most of your circus act is grown and mostly out from under The Big Top and have lives, their lives sometimes still get in the way of family plans made months in advance.

Whatever, Abby!

We still have Mean Girls.

because sometimes you just have to pull over and let it out

Scratching your head a little over that title, eh?

Yeah me too.

Have you ever had that moment where you knew that you were going to be sick but it was absolutely the last thing that you wanted to do because…who wants to get sick…where you are at…who you are with…who really wants to just hurl right here, right now.

Of course my darling husband and a couple of my kids swear by the nonsense of letting it go (so to speak) because you’ll feel better after.

They are totally, completely weird that way…truly….I judge them all the time when they choose to share their weird theory…and then I feel nauseous because I just can’t deal with vomit…not at all.

Oops!

I should have told you what this was about.

No not really actual vomit.

Except there is this one time…it’s kind of gross…still…

Okay.

Way back in 1993, Bill and I bought our very first brand new car, all bright and shiny and red with that fresh new car smell and only 8 miles on the odometer…a Mercury Villager! Thus began my long journey, that seems to have no end, of me driving a minivan. It wasn’t that bad…except now when I really don’t need a minivan. But that Villager! I loved it. We were literally the first family at my daughter’s school to have one and we always caused quite the stir at the drop off and pick up. While I was collecting my kindergartener, Hollie, I would spy other moms pressing their noses against the limousine tinted glass to gaze upon it’s gorgeous interior. I loved that car! It was perfect for a young mom with two small children and one on the way. And it was the first brand new car that I had ever owned.

Oh yeah, I was pregnant when we bought it. Yeah, I was struggling with hyperemesis too. Big surprise. But after nearly 8 months of it with Zoë, I was a pro…at least I thought I was. I knew the vomiting was inevitable but at least this time I could control it…?…I know, I’m an idiot sometimes. So there I was coming home from a routine OB visit, driving my gorgeous, red minivan, when…oh no…NO!….OH NO!!!….It’s coming….where is a bag, a towel, something, anything….there’s nothing??!!…oh dear god…it’s coming…

Frantic and not knowing what to do but determined not to throw up in my shiny, new car, I pull over a block from home and…

Yeah.

I never, ever drove that way home as long as we lived on Amelia Drive ever again.

Oh, and family, I did not feel better afterward! I actually felt worse and it had nothing to do with the homeowner of the house I stopped at to puke on their curb saw me. I just did; even if my body was forcing that vomit out.

I’m being gross, aren’t I?

I’m sorry.

It happened again the other day. I tried and tried so hard to keep it down, to somehow will it to not come out but…

And then after that came the words…ALL the words. All the words forcing their way out of my mouth…and they just kept coming and coming and coming…

I just can’t seem to get away from the Mean Girls references, can I?

What can I say?

It needed to come out…all of it…and it did. Of course I was miserable after…as is the one whom received all those words…so many words…hundreds…more than a thousand…all tumbling out on top of each other , forcing their way out.

It all had to come out.

All of it.

And, because it’s me, I felt even worse.

Ugh!

But sometimes you just have to pull over and let it all out right there.

So I did..

Excuse me now, I have a big mess to clean up.