Sisters

I have to admit, 24 hrs+3 sisters+1 road trip+0 sleep= an excellent time. I got to go hang with my sister who is 38 weeks pregnant for about 24 hours while her husband was picking up his son so he could be with them this summer. One of my other sisters generously agreed to come along for the 7 hours of driving and we had a great day. My sisters are wise. My sisters are good wives. My sisters are good mothers. My sisters are tremendous examples. What would my world be like without my dear sisters?

Chick Flicks

I have to admit I am a sucker for chick flicks, but maybe not the ones most women like. I'd categorize myself as a tween-to-thirty in my tastes because I still watch all the ones geared toward teenagers (like Ella Enchanted) and the ones that are geared to an older audience...unless I read the reviews and it has raunch in it (these movies are becoming fewer and farther between). I somehow leave the teenage movies usually feeling more uplifted than the other ones. I guess I have a hard time letting go of the ick that is often present in today's movies. I really love to see movies where people really fall in love first. Not the ones where they're sleeping around only to realize later that they're in love with someone that they haven't slept with. Or they have, but they've been around the block since then. Where is the love and devotion in that? I'm conservative, I know. But there's something really cute about watching people who are nervous just to hold hands with each other for the first time. Or the real awkwardness of a first kiss because you've reserved such displays of affection for someone you really care about. How sad it is that these are only portrayed in the movies for the younger generation. Do we really need to see everything in a physical relationship to get a love story? I think not. I've seen on numerous occasions where love stories have continued after the passing of a spouse. I saw it in my Grandmother who remembered the love she and my Grandpa had, not in their physical affection but in their children, in their dancing and in the lives--both the happy and the sad--that they lived and loved through together. That's a love story. I would like to see the talented people of Hollywood to portray a true love story. Not just the beginning of one where we see their small bud of love bring about a marriage. But the love of a lifetime that is true, deep and lasting love. That's a movie I will pay to see over and over.

Challenges

I have to admit some things may seem small to some, but usually the little things seem the hardest for me. Ironically, it wasn't the displacement from our home for a few days until we could get all the ick that was making us all sick out and the new carpet in that was hard for me, it is the cleaning up afterward that's hard. I stare and stare at the mess all day and it still doesn't clean itself up. Doesn't it know I'm tired and that the piles just seem to be getting higher and higher? Doesn't it know that I'm still cleaning up breakfast when lunch should be gotten ready? Doesn't it know that there are 3 loads of laundry still to fold from the day we left? Hmm...and yet still it sits there mocking me. Oh well, I guess I'll just go down to the one room that's clean (our den) and just veg there until I'm ready to go to bed. I'll get to the mess tomorrow. :)