Or this one of my pretty, little polka dotted hosta last weekend:
Nope. Not gonna go there!
So what else can I talk about this morning? Well, the weekend turned out pretty nice, not weather wise, but we're not mentioning that, but activity wise. Tia was in a badminton tournament on Saturday. Her first tournament of any kind. I think I was more excited than she was. She did great winning 3 out 4 games with her partner and helped her school to win first place. She acted very "whatever" about it, but I think deep down she was pleased with her performance. It was just a really, really long day. She was tired and I was exhausted. How can one be exhausted from sitting on a hard bleacher from 8:30 in the morning to 2:30 in the afternoon is beyond my understanding, but let me tell you I had certain body parts that were actually turning numb. But it was fun to actually go to a tournament with her and cheer her on. I was used to this with Kay with her involvement in basketball for years and her rugby but the opportunity never came with the other two kids who aren't as sports oriented as Kay was. I realized I sorta missed it. Except the numb body part. That I could do without.
Sunday I threw a roast into the crockpot before church with some sliced onions. And let me tell you that made the most awesome gravy. Yummy, my mouth is watering just thinking about it. My mom came over for lunch and we spent a nice relaxed afternoon rewatching this week's American Idol as Tia and Mom hadn't yet seen it. Then in the evening we watched "The Boy in the Striped Pajamas". Very good movie but broke. my. heart. Into a million pieces. If you don't know, it's a movie about a small German boy, who's father is the Commandant of a Nazi concentration camp, making friends with one of the boys in the camp. It is a story of the Holocaust seen through the innocent eyes of two small boys on opposite sides of the tragedy that adults were perpretrating around them and how in that innocence their friendship blossomed. Poor Tia had a hard time wrapping her mind around the horrors of how people could treat other people in that way. I thought they had learned about the holocaust in school already but apparently around here that doesn't come until grade 10. So I had lots of explaining to do. It was a very touching, profound movie done in a way that you could watch it with your teenagers (Tia is fourteen), and have much conversation with them about the value of human life, right and wrong, standing up for what is right, not following along, how this could have happened, can it happen even now and a myriad of other topics. While it was a very good movie that was at the same time a hard movie to watch I'm glad it afforded me the opportunity to talk to her.
It really put the complaining of this into proper perspective: