When I was in 3rd grade, my gym teacher gave out “round tuits” to any kid who could remember the actual names for parts of the body. Sadly, the only one I can remember now is “gluteus maximus”.
I thought that would happen to my parents. They had a love story for the ages. One of my siblings asked my dad recently about their wedding date…why September 23? My dad answered, “It was the first date the priest had open.” They met in November of 1949 and married in 1950. They were married for 65 years when my mom died almost 2 years ago. However, my dad is still alive at age 90. (Side note: I don’t remember ever hearing my dad call my mom by her name, or even her nickname; it was always “Sweetheart”, “Honey”, etc…even when they argued.)
My husband & I went to see it when it first came out. My husband is a transportation-nut and had actually studied the Titanic. He had seen some “behind the scenes” stuff – like the fact that all of the linens, dishes, etc., were made by the same company who actually made them for the actual Titanic – and was dying to see it. Near the end of the movie we both needed to use the bathroom, but neither of us wanted to miss a second of the movie, we were so engrossed. When the movie ended, my husband got up, stretched, looked at his watch…“THREE HOURS AND FIFTEEN MINUTES? I SAT THERE FOR THREE HOURS AND FIFTEEN MINUTES?” (You see, at the time, he was also a smoker; I could tell how good or bad a movie was by how many ciggy-breaks he’d take.)
It was our pleasure, years later, to take our girls to see it in 3-D.
Actually, all 4 of us enjoy going to the movies. And some movies just look better on the “big screen” for first viewings.
Ack. I can’t imaging going to a theatre to see any rom-com…never mind Elizabethan. However, since movies are so expensive – and there’s no theatre in our city – we only go to the movies if its something all 4 of us want to see.
There’s nothing wrong with FB. All she really has to do is scroll past. My husband’s cousin is a lovely lady and posts some cute things, but 85% of her posts are politically based. I just scroll past those to get to the cute posts.
Back in 1978 my family had a miniature Spaniel. During the big blizzards, we had to dig a little tunnel so Daisy could “do her business”.
It’s funny. I’ve always suffered from a low self-esteem, look-wise. However, when I was pregnant, I never felt MORE beautiful! I didn’t mind the “roundness”, but my hair was silky, my nails were incredible, and my skin was perfect.
Tackle-hug! (There is a little girl at church who always greets my older daughter with a tackle-hug.)
I’m thinking cozy sofa and fire & the fireplace. For me, that would be far more romantic than freezing our butts off on an outdoor swing in winter.