Dan Brown and Basketball

In the interest of using this blog to vent about things that bug me, I ask, why is Angels and Demons being marketed as a sequel to the DaVinci Code? It is not. It is a prequel. Does Ron Howard think that no one will notice? Does Dan Brown care? Or is he so happy that another one of his fictional accounts of the Church and its workings is being plastered all over the big screen because people are too lazy to read the book. Just put them in the right order! The whole world was able to figure out the prequel concept with the Star Wars franchise. It is possible. And if you follow Lost on television you are well ahead of the game. This bugs me. And yes I read both, and yes, I think they are fiction. And yes, I thought they were page turners and enjoyed reading. And yes, I will go see the darn movie too. I liked this book much better.

Other things that bug...my oldest is into basketball and had a big game the other night where the opposing team were foul happy. And fouling on purpose, and tripping our team's players on purpose! And I don't get real involved in the yelling and cheering etc. In fact, I don't say very much because I don't know enough about the game to say much anyway, other than "Woo hoo!" when mine makes a point, or basket, or whatever (see what I mean?). Furthermore, I've talked with my boy about it and he appreciates the silent support and happy face in the crowd. So back to the tripping. This number two on the other team was tripping. More than once. And the other team cheered. And then he tripped my boy. And Mamma tiger came out. I wanted to take the kid out. I stayed silent and supportive and the referee handled, and all was well. I was just amused to observe that I got so enraged at that other child for a half a second. Motherhood is interesting. Glad its passed. Oh, and if by some strange and weird occurence the Mother of that number two were to read this crazy blog, I am so truly sorry.....



that your kid is a little jerk.

Abercrombie

I don't normally shop at Abercrombie and Fitch. Until yesterday, I don't think I've ever been all the way in the store. I'm just not cool enough. Especially with a stroller! But yesterday I was "sans stroller" and by myself, and my oldest has been hinting that he would like something from there. I guess the time has come for one of my children to be aware of labels. Although I'm not that way so much anymore, I can relate. I grew up in the 80s after all with the Polo and the Izod and the Girbeaud and Guess jeans. I had some of it then, and then realized how silly it all was once I have to pay for it. Now, I like cheap purses that I throw away and can't imagine spending so much on something that I place in the floor of my car daily, but I do have a few exceptions. I like nice jewelry. I would rather have something flawless and real and wear it all of the time rather than lots of trendy accessories. I save the trendy for my purses:) I digress.

So there I am in Abercrombie looking through the sale stuff and I asked the guy about this "muscle fit". I talked to him for a few minutes and he was pretty darn helpful. I went on to say how big my son is, how much he weighs and would this size fit, etc. Finally after answering my umpteenth question, he says, " just so you know, I don't work here." Well, if I would have apologized right then and walked away calmly he might have thought, "ok, she's weird" but that would have been it. Instead, I threw my head back, opened my cavernous big mouth and gave my biggest belly laugh/cackle that I am famous for. I really laughed hard. I think I even knee-slapped. I can still chuckle just thinking about it. I really crack myself up. I'm turning into my Mother, and I think she is awesome, so it's a good thing in my book. After the obnoxious laugh, the guy had vanished. I think I scared him a little.

So to conclude: As much fun as the store visit was, I felt a little funny walking around the mall with a shopping bag with a half naked man on both sides. From now on, I should probably stick to shopping their online store. I really am not cool enough for Abercrombie and Fitch.