Stumps

Did you ever try and try to do something and you just couldn't get it done? Or did you ever try and try to work with a person and they were impossible to deal with? I once had a boss who told me that there were going to be some people you encountered in life who were like immovable stumps. They were too big to dig out so you would just have to go around them. This, ladies and gentlemen, is my mother. I'm exhausted from a day of dealing with her "stumpness" so this little tale will be short. My mother got into a minor car accident on Monday. She left me a message about it on Tuesday. I called her back and asked her what happened, had she called the doctor, etc. Her greatest concern was replacing her car. Though she takes coumadin and it's advised that any coumadin patient who suffers trauma contact their doctor immediately, she didn't see this as important. This puts her children in the awkward position of pleading with her to make the call, as well as encouraging her to learn more about the cars that she wants other than that the seats are comfortable. She is a stump. I must now go around her.

The Potter movie party was a success last night. We found a dementor-esque costume for $5 at the Party store. I made "cauldron cakes" though very few were eaten. My friend and her family had some excellent costumes. It's pretty amazing when you can get a grown man to wear a costume. That would never happen in this house. My friend's husband was Professor Quirrell complete with a turban. I didn't get to see if they had fashioned a face on the back of his head. We did have a frightened boy last night who needed some happy thoughts to go to bed and needed to snuggle sometime in the middle of the night. Hopefully he'll sleep in. It's a good sign that he isn't up already.

It's been a big movie week. We saw "Ratatouille" on Sunday. This would rank fairly low on the Pixar scale, in my opinion. The story was dry, the animation was a little boring, the characters weren't terribly interesting and there were no funny lines. Funny, memorable lines are key to a successful Disney movie experience. We even thought of an alternate ending that would have made the story 1000 times better. It involves Remy learning that Gusteau was actually controlled by his father (or Grandfather). We thought this was where the movie was going when the evil chef's attorney made mention of needing to have DNA tests redone because the first test indicated some hair was from a rat. The only hair you see anyone with is one that's plucked from Gusteau's toque which is in a glass case in the restaurant office. The movie never went that way and we were very disappointed. We preferred our alternate ending. The kids seemed to enjoy it and that's what matters most.

Another hot and humid July day on tap. Stay cool!