A Delightful Sunday

Yesterday I picked up my twin 15-year-old granddaughters and took them to see the Justin Bieber movie. I was pleasantly surprised that the movie was not bad; it was rather good, as a matter of fact. (A whole lot better than “Tron,” that’s for sure.) The girls really enjoyed it, apart from the two little girls (about 7 and 8) who sang every song throughout the entire movie, and danced as well. We were the oldest people in the theatre; I was definitely the oldest and most of the kids were pre-teens or younger. I didn’t realize such young children had such savvy when It came to popular music.

Afterward we went to lunch at the girls’ second favorite restaurant, CiCi’s and they pigged out on pizza and brownies and cinnamon rolls. Their favorite restaurant is Red Lobster which we go to if we’re just going to out to eat and no doing anything else. Their step-father hates Red Lobster so they never go there with him. My daughter likes it too, so when we go to lunch, that’s where she usually asks to go.

Then we stopped at the CVS pharmacy where I had to pick up meds and they bought snacks to send to their dad in Afghanistan. I think this is the last package we will be sending since he’s due to come home at the end of March or beginning of April. I will be much relieved when he’s back in the states and I know the girls will be thrilled that they can go to California to visit him and his second family. It may be difficult to work around pep Squad schedules in the summer (they seem to practice all the time; you’d think they would be on Wide World of Sports by now). Their district competition is next Saturday and I’s like to go see them perform. My daughter says she doesn’t want to sit there all day watching these kids perform. If they can find out when they’ll be performing, I would love to go. Grandmothers are like that; we love to watch our grandkids perform no matter what it is. I also would like to take photos of them in their uniforms and performing.

I should have a new camera by then and plan to start taking photos of stuff. I’ve always wanted to have a nice camera and learn how to take good photos. I would even share the photos on Facebook with my relatives and friends. My daughter takes lots of photos but rarely to I see any of them. She use to be able to take really good photos. Her father’s third ex-wife (are you following along here) who is now one of my best friends was her art teacher in high school and Sabrina took a photography class from her. She (the ex-wife) is a fabulous artist. She’s having a show right now at a local library in New York State where she lives. They are showing 80 of her paintings at the library; I hope she sells some and gets good reviews because she’s a good person and very talented (and she put up with our ex-husband for too many years).

The only not-so-delightful thing about yesterday was my cell phone charger cord. I have to replace it since I fell asleep and during my nap, Ralphy the puppy chewed the cord. It still works (I have know idea how; it lools awful). But he’s a puppy, so I have to forgive him. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a puppy, but I know they chew and so I bought a bunch of chew sticks and bones for him, which he loves. He and Ernie are playing together more now that Ernie is comfortable around Ralphy. Ernie’s been an only dog for a long time, but he seems to like the little guy.

So it was a rather nice Sunday afternoon even though I had a migraine when I woke up. The meds worked, but I was a little sleepy during the movie, so I rested my eyes during part of the movie. That’s why I took a nap when I got home and Ralphy ate the cell phone cord. But at least today the migraine is gone. I have to go to the therapist later and the woman who has the paperwork for Ralphy’s adoption is planning on coming over later with the paper’s to sign and make this officially Ralphy’s “furever” home. Maybe I’ll get a new phone cord, too.

About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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