We took the prince to see Wall-E tonight, and just, wow. Pixar has done it again.
I won't go in to details since it's opening weekend and people (Who am I kidding? No one reads this!) may not have been able to get to the theater just yet, but gentle reader, I hope you do. It is well worth it.
Oh, and if you're anything like me, bring a tissue. Wall-E is VERY endearing...I'll just leave it at that.
Oh my poor little blog! How I've neglected thee. But I hope you understand, dear reader (all one of you)...life gets in the way sometimes. I'll try harder to be a better blogger, I swear!
The kingdom is abuzz with excitement for our upcoming vacation. The hubs and I are taking the prince to Disney World next week, and I can't say who is more excited; the boy or me. The hubs could not care either way, he's already been there twice, but me...oh me, dear reader...I have been waiting for the past 31.9 years to go to Disney (I'm what one might call a "Disney Freak"), and I am bursting with excitement. Not even the threat of my office potentially closing down (that's another post for another day) has broken my spirit!
So yes, I will be trying to post more, but maybe in a week or so...I've got a hot date with a mouse next week and I've got to get myself prepared!!
It's a magical time of year in Detroit. A time where at any given point during the week, there are not one, not two, but three professional sporting events taking place at the same time. 'Round here, we call it a "sporgy"...a "sports orgy" if you will.
Being the superfan that I am, this is indeed a wonderful time. Saturday night, we were able to partake in the Red Wings win (yay!), The Pistons loss (boo!) and the Tigers win (yay!). We actually ran out of tuners on the TV (which is hard in our house...it is a nerd den if I ever saw one) and had to resort to putting one of the laptops on the tv stand with the Slingbox running. The sacrafices we must make. Le sigh.
Tonight, the stars have again aligned, though this time they were kind enough to stagger the starts, so we've been able to watch all of the games just flipping through. We watched the Red Wings win (again! SUCK IT, PITTSBURGH!), the Pistons win (finally! SUCK IT, BOSTON!*) and well, the Tigers are scoreless as I type this, but at least they're not losing so I can't complain. Double sporgy weekend. w00t!
Aaah. Nothing like Spring in the D. Gotta love it.
*To my Beantown girls, I still love ya...but it's the playoffs, so all bets are off. ;)
I cannot, for the life of me, fathom why things like that happen. I mean, I know there's a reason, and I know that it's all part of God's plan, but I just don't get it.
Yesterday, a boy from our neighborhood died. Sixteen years old.
Roughly two years ago, he was diagnosed with ALS (or Lou Gherig's disease). I was driving to my mom's house (they live in the same neighborhood as we do) and saw a handicap ramp in front of this family's home. I had assumed that they had taken in an elderly relative; after all, the parents were in their 40's, the kids in their late teens..what other explanation could there be, right? Not so. The youngest child had a couple of spells, where he'd fallen, almost for no reason. He seemed to be weakening. No one understood why this healthy 14 yr old was deteriorating. Trips to the doctor eventually revealed his diagnosis, which to this day seems impossible to me. Young people don't get ALS. That's an elderly persons disease, right? Sadly, wrong.
My heart just aches for them. This was their baby, their only boy, with an entire lifetime ahead of him. All of that promise and hope for the future now wiped out. And it makes me sad. It makes me angry.
Yet, at the same time, it makes me thankful. Thankful that even though my son drives me insane most days, I am fortunate enough to have him here with me. That is a blessing that I was sadly reminded yesterday not every parent has.