My mom’s brother brought his family down from the cape for Easter — him, his wife, and 3 sons (12, 6, and 3 yrs old I do believe). I haven’t seen any of them since my grandpa’s funeral in May 2010, so the little ones haven’t even really met me before, and I have ZERO experience with young children, so we’re all on nervous, shaky ground. I’m having some A+ successful communications tonight with the 6 yr old. “So Nick do you like this movie (Toy Story 3)?” “It’s not a movie. It’s tv. But I can see how you’re confused.” “Oh Nick, you’re coming to sit on this couch too? Getting crowded over here, huh?” “No it’s not.”
He is a little cutie, and he keeps looking at me like I’m this total magical weirdo and keeps putting me in my place, and we might be best friends by Monday, or things could go horribly wrong, in which case please send help because I don’t know how to interact with these tiny humans. They see right through me.
Ultimately, Rick’s story remains incomplete. A dark mystery from Rick’s past prevents him from returning to his native America, and though we learn much about him, we never learn why he can’t go home.Casablanca (1942)
OutKast // So Fresh, So Clean
We’ve been doing extensive cleaning of the house the past two weeks before my mom’s brother brings his family down for Easter. And it’s an extensive process, because rooms have just been pushed aside for years. It’s stressing everyone out, but no one more than the cat. He’s been absolutely terrified of the paper shredder, we’ve been carting bags of trash and moving furniture, and just as he was adjusting to all of that, my mom introduced carpet cleaning, and he’s just given up. He tried to walk in the dining room after the carpet was washed tonight, and he just could not figure out why it was wet, and it was just too much for him, you could visibly see his little kitty heart just NOPE so he’s been sitting on his cat perch for hours giving us the angriest looks. I would feel sad if his feline indignation wasn’t so adorable. He’s so stressed out though; I’m not sure how he’s going to survive the weekend with 5 new strangers running around (including a pair of 3 and 6 year old boys). He’s so edgy, but I still can’t help but laugh every time he works up the courage to touch loud scary machines like the vacuum and paper shredder. He’s trying so hard, and yet hates us so much right now.