Turkey, Turkey, Turkey!
Happy Turkey Day everyone!
Woke up at around 9:30 to lots of noise and singing. Mom had the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade cranked up in the family room. The parade itself hit Herald Square at 10, so I was able to watch it from the beginning. Nothing too exciting this year. Jessica was elated about Hilary Duff (*blegh*). I remember Josh Groban was on last year, I was hoping he might be again, but no. That's cool though.
Emilys fit from Tuesday carried over into yesterday. My parents won't allow Emily's 'boyfriend' in the house because last time he came he was stoned. So, of course, Emily is pissed. Why? I don't know. You'd figure she'd get it by now. Why did they hate Josh? Why did they hate Adam? And Steve? And Jeremy? Cuz they're all potheads! I mean, DUH! So anywho, Mom had this great afternoon planned for us. We were all gonna go to MOSI to see the Titanic Artifacts and watch a movie at IMAX. Emily refused to go, but insisted that Mom and the rest of us go. No way was she up to something! Of course not! (Note: Sarcasm). So I ended up taking Jessica and her friend, Molly, to MOSI. It was the first time on I-75 for me by myself. I was nervous, but it turned out just fine.
We switched the movie Mom had us reserved for to one called "Ghosts of the Abyss". It was Disney sponsored and produced and directed by James Cameron. Bill Paxton was the host. It was a REALLY good film. It was all about finding the Titanic and the experiences the historians and scientists had when they saw it. I was definitely moved by it, especially when it came to a point when they were 12,500 feet beneath the sea and one of the guys looked at his watch, then at the camera and said, "It's 6:16 am on September 11, 2001" A hush went through the entire theater ... even my 10-year-old sister knew what that meant. By the time the guys had resurfaced, people met them on the deck saying, "The worst thing just happened!" It was a hard hit ... to all of us. It was SO good, though.
Then we went through the actual artifact museum. When we first entered, the workers gave each of us a 'boarding pass', a piece of paper with a name and information on it. This was an actual person who was on the Titanic. They told us we had to find out whether we were saved or we died. Before that, though, we went through the exhibit. They had everything from recovered eyeglasses to clothes to dishes and an actual portion of the hull. The girls' favorite part, though, was that on the iceburg. They had a huge piece of ice out that people were allowed to touch, so the girls were having fun on it while I read to them from a placard that it was 28 degrees out when the Titanic sank and since salt water tends to be colder than fresh water when exposed to cold weather, the water it sank it was colder than the ice they were touching. They both froze (no pun intended) and turned to look at me with wide eyes. Neither of them could believe that. We eventually made it to the last room where they had four thingies hanging that displayed the names of those lost and saved by first, second, third classes, and crew members. We were all first class women, so we looked for our names. We were all saved, though my husband and Jessica's father died. Pretty crazy stuff.
So we went home afterwards. Turns out Emily had invited over Andrew and another of his friends in the hopes that she would be the only one in the house when they arrived. Mom was home, though, because she knew Emily was up to something. And boy was she pissed when Andrew showed up at the doorstep.
This was the final straw for me, as well. Actually, Emily embarassing me in front of Caroline was. I haven't said much to her at all. She's tried being nice, to all her comments I either come up with a rude remark like 'Bite me' or I don't reply at all. There have been times when I've had to say something to her, but I do it with no emotion. Why does she deserve me being kind to her? She doesn't! She's black and heartless and needs to be treated cruelly to show her what a selfish brat she is. She thinks the world is the problem, when really it's just her.
Alrighty, well ... Mom beckons me to the kitchen. I think I'm gonna steal a bite of turkey or an olive or something. Mmmmm ...
Woke up at around 9:30 to lots of noise and singing. Mom had the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade cranked up in the family room. The parade itself hit Herald Square at 10, so I was able to watch it from the beginning. Nothing too exciting this year. Jessica was elated about Hilary Duff (*blegh*). I remember Josh Groban was on last year, I was hoping he might be again, but no. That's cool though.
Emilys fit from Tuesday carried over into yesterday. My parents won't allow Emily's 'boyfriend' in the house because last time he came he was stoned. So, of course, Emily is pissed. Why? I don't know. You'd figure she'd get it by now. Why did they hate Josh? Why did they hate Adam? And Steve? And Jeremy? Cuz they're all potheads! I mean, DUH! So anywho, Mom had this great afternoon planned for us. We were all gonna go to MOSI to see the Titanic Artifacts and watch a movie at IMAX. Emily refused to go, but insisted that Mom and the rest of us go. No way was she up to something! Of course not! (Note: Sarcasm). So I ended up taking Jessica and her friend, Molly, to MOSI. It was the first time on I-75 for me by myself. I was nervous, but it turned out just fine.
We switched the movie Mom had us reserved for to one called "Ghosts of the Abyss". It was Disney sponsored and produced and directed by James Cameron. Bill Paxton was the host. It was a REALLY good film. It was all about finding the Titanic and the experiences the historians and scientists had when they saw it. I was definitely moved by it, especially when it came to a point when they were 12,500 feet beneath the sea and one of the guys looked at his watch, then at the camera and said, "It's 6:16 am on September 11, 2001" A hush went through the entire theater ... even my 10-year-old sister knew what that meant. By the time the guys had resurfaced, people met them on the deck saying, "The worst thing just happened!" It was a hard hit ... to all of us. It was SO good, though.
Then we went through the actual artifact museum. When we first entered, the workers gave each of us a 'boarding pass', a piece of paper with a name and information on it. This was an actual person who was on the Titanic. They told us we had to find out whether we were saved or we died. Before that, though, we went through the exhibit. They had everything from recovered eyeglasses to clothes to dishes and an actual portion of the hull. The girls' favorite part, though, was that on the iceburg. They had a huge piece of ice out that people were allowed to touch, so the girls were having fun on it while I read to them from a placard that it was 28 degrees out when the Titanic sank and since salt water tends to be colder than fresh water when exposed to cold weather, the water it sank it was colder than the ice they were touching. They both froze (no pun intended) and turned to look at me with wide eyes. Neither of them could believe that. We eventually made it to the last room where they had four thingies hanging that displayed the names of those lost and saved by first, second, third classes, and crew members. We were all first class women, so we looked for our names. We were all saved, though my husband and Jessica's father died. Pretty crazy stuff.
So we went home afterwards. Turns out Emily had invited over Andrew and another of his friends in the hopes that she would be the only one in the house when they arrived. Mom was home, though, because she knew Emily was up to something. And boy was she pissed when Andrew showed up at the doorstep.
This was the final straw for me, as well. Actually, Emily embarassing me in front of Caroline was. I haven't said much to her at all. She's tried being nice, to all her comments I either come up with a rude remark like 'Bite me' or I don't reply at all. There have been times when I've had to say something to her, but I do it with no emotion. Why does she deserve me being kind to her? She doesn't! She's black and heartless and needs to be treated cruelly to show her what a selfish brat she is. She thinks the world is the problem, when really it's just her.
Alrighty, well ... Mom beckons me to the kitchen. I think I'm gonna steal a bite of turkey or an olive or something. Mmmmm ...