Father's Day Weekend
Saturday I woke up on my own around 8, even beating Katie who is normally my alarm on weekends. She got up about a half hour later, and after some breakfast, begged me to take her to the park like she does every day. I brushed my hair and got her in some clean clothes and we went to the park for the morning. She likes to spend most of her time on the swings these days. A few other fathers showed up, and I heard one woman say "look at all the daddies giving the mommies a break for once!" to her daughter. I was a little offended by the arrogance, but I guess she's just not in the kind of marriage where both parents work equally on raising the child. She was probably endoctrined in the principle that it's the mother's duty first, and the father's second.
We left the park around 10 to get Melissa a surprise. Since I had finally gotten paid on Friday, we drove to Best Buy where I purchased The Sims 3 for her. She had been waiting for it for months, and anxiously anticipating buying it since it came out some weeks ago. Needless to say, her plans for cleaning up and unpacking more went out the window when she saw what we had gotten for her.
That night we went to Uno's for dinner as a Father's Day treat to me, preferring to avoid the predictable masses that would be dining out the next night. Katie insisted on going potty three times while we were there. I suspect she enjoys the thrill of the public bathroom.
Sunday I went and treated myself to The Hangover, which I found to be very amusing and enjoyable. I had heard that the photo montage during the end credits was funnier than the movie itself, but I didn't find that to be true. Some of them were mildly amusing, but not so great that they overshadowed the humor of the actual film. Afterward, I walked to Barnes & Noble and bought a book on mythology. While in line, the guy ahead of me began conversing with a couple several steps back in line. I tried to ignore their conversation, but they were basically talking through me. Once they finished, the guy nudged me and said, "I hadn't seen them in years," (something that was noted during the conversation twice), "They just started talking to me and all I could think was, 'who are you?'... you ever get that?" "I'm getting that right now," I replied.
All in all, it was a fair weekend. Could have done with less rain on Sunday, fewer firecrackers going off in the driveway Saturday night, and less douche-i-ness from the people downstairs,--the woman parked her car in the middle of our driveway right by the road and didn't move until she heard me talking to the next door neighbors, who were having a party, trying to figure out if it belonged to one of them-- and then Sunday the guy parked his truck in front of the house once again, blocking any possibility of anyone else parking ahead or behind him. Next time he does it, I'll just pull in in front of him as close as I can so as to not block our other neighbors' driveway and force him to back up in order to pull out. I'm sick of his shit.
We left the park around 10 to get Melissa a surprise. Since I had finally gotten paid on Friday, we drove to Best Buy where I purchased The Sims 3 for her. She had been waiting for it for months, and anxiously anticipating buying it since it came out some weeks ago. Needless to say, her plans for cleaning up and unpacking more went out the window when she saw what we had gotten for her.
That night we went to Uno's for dinner as a Father's Day treat to me, preferring to avoid the predictable masses that would be dining out the next night. Katie insisted on going potty three times while we were there. I suspect she enjoys the thrill of the public bathroom.
Sunday I went and treated myself to The Hangover, which I found to be very amusing and enjoyable. I had heard that the photo montage during the end credits was funnier than the movie itself, but I didn't find that to be true. Some of them were mildly amusing, but not so great that they overshadowed the humor of the actual film. Afterward, I walked to Barnes & Noble and bought a book on mythology. While in line, the guy ahead of me began conversing with a couple several steps back in line. I tried to ignore their conversation, but they were basically talking through me. Once they finished, the guy nudged me and said, "I hadn't seen them in years," (something that was noted during the conversation twice), "They just started talking to me and all I could think was, 'who are you?'... you ever get that?" "I'm getting that right now," I replied.
All in all, it was a fair weekend. Could have done with less rain on Sunday, fewer firecrackers going off in the driveway Saturday night, and less douche-i-ness from the people downstairs,--the woman parked her car in the middle of our driveway right by the road and didn't move until she heard me talking to the next door neighbors, who were having a party, trying to figure out if it belonged to one of them-- and then Sunday the guy parked his truck in front of the house once again, blocking any possibility of anyone else parking ahead or behind him. Next time he does it, I'll just pull in in front of him as close as I can so as to not block our other neighbors' driveway and force him to back up in order to pull out. I'm sick of his shit.