Thursday, June 15, 2006

Wind down...

It's Thursday! Thursdays are my Fridays as far as the work week goes. I'm off on Fridays during the summer and I just LIVE for these 3 day weekends. Of course, the summer goes by very quickly as a result of the time off, but we pack a lot into these weekends, or at least we try to.

I haven't had much work this week, but also haven't been without it, either. I'm still watching videos at work and have been able to figure out how to use my DVD player on the computer in a minimized state, and keep it on top so that I can work while watching/listening. Yesterday I watched The First Wives Club, which is one of my personal favorites. I adore Bette Midler and Goldie Hawn and the partnership of just the two of them was terrific. Don't look for me to say anything nice about Diane Keaton because back when she did Looking for Mr. Goodbar it affected me so badly (the movie) that I've not been able to watch anything else she's done and enjoy it. Weird how some shit just stays with you, isn't it?

I was flipping around with the remote last night, and landed on Mommie Dearest. I can't tell you how many times I've seen that movie but I can tell you that, for me, it's like a train wreck. I just can't pull myself away from it. Lisa's never seen it and when I landed on it last night, it was at the part where Joan had been fired by MGM and was in the rose garden late at night cutting down all the roses and pretty much destroying her garden. Her face was red with blood from being scratched by the thorns during her frantic tirade. This reminded me so much of my own mother, how she'd get into such a rage swinging her belt that sometimes she'd hit herself with it. The rage over the wire hangers, and the unclean bathroom also put me squarely back in my childhood as well. Like I said, a train wreck. Somehow I managed to change the channel and find something less...dark to watch.

Between what John Edward said on a program I'd seen, and Mommie Dearest popping up last night, I'm overcome with thoughts of writing a letter, and actually sending it, to my own mother and two younger siblings. It's time for closure, and I don't want to waste one more minute of my life with angst or negative feelings about any or all of them. I'll start that letter today.


Photobucket - Video and Image HostingWe're planning on putting up our new tent this weekend. The one we used over Memorial Day weekend was great, but at only 9'x7' it seemed really small and crowded once we got our gear stowed inside for the evening. And, I never stepped into the tent, I fell into it. So we got this new one that is 16'x7' and I think will afford us much more comfort as far as space.

I don't know that we'll do much of anything besides just hanging out, enjoying the gorgeous weather we're supposed to have, maybe do some weeding, suck down some Smirnoff Ice, and enjoy the beauty of a sunny summer day off with someone you love.

Ahhhh.....yeah.....that's the ticket.

2 comments:

scribble said...

several scene in mommie dearest and the general type of person she was, mirror my own mother and her actions.
It is unnerving. I too watch and cantg turn away frequesntly. weird. maybe we are just trying to understand them.

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take care hon.

scribble said...

god, ignore the typos
please.

bad typing day.