Well...I guess it's fine. Our new mattress. Our old one was over a decade old and Bing has done some mattress researching ala her new aching butt cheek and back. She decided that we all needed new mattresses, firm ones.
Our old one was more like a granny's feather bed type. I sank into it with pure bliss. But, no...Bing swears that our new one will be better for my back and hers. And Liv. Liv's old twin mattress originally belonged to her grandmother, so it was ancient. Now, she has a new firm one too.
At the mattress store, we all agreed that they were fine. Maybe not as comfy cozy, but okay. And yes, I did read all the research, so we opted for firm mattresses with something called a pillow top to ensure that it was at least a little soft.
Well, the mattresses are here and the old ones in our garage waiting for our tree guy to take them to his cabin in Minnesota this summer. He goes there with his fishing buddies and says that mattresses on the floor might be better than their sleeping bags. Fine.
Call me nitpicky but it sort of bothers me that I have to hop up on our new mattress because it is so damn HIGH. I feel like a shrimp.
Our full sized sheets just barely fit. They are as tight as a drum. But, I must admit that our old fashioned chenille bedspread looks much better now that it isn't dragging on the floor.
I think that I am just not good with change. I sort of liked the way our old mattress caused us to slide into the middle against each other. I feel almost crabby about all of this and how stupid is that? I have a fancy 1000 buck mattress now that is recommended by back doctors everywhere. What the hell is my problem?
We saw The Hunger Games yesterday. I liked it. I think. Again, the nitpicker in me rears her ugly head.
My favorite scene in the book is when Katniss puts flowers all over Rue's dead body and District 11 sends her a loaf of bread. It wasn't in the film and I felt cheated. I also thought that Peeta wasn't cast correctly, that the guy who played Gale should have been Peeta. What I did adore was Lenny Kravitz as Cinna and Woody Harrelson as Haymitch. Pitch perfect.
Unfortunately, half way through the movie, a teenage girl had an epileptic fit and they had to stop the movie and have her removed on a stretcher. I tried to be nice and caring about it, but this was the same teenager who came in wearing daisy duke shorts, a halter top that plainly showed her humungous nipples poking out and platform shoes that she teetered on stupidly. She also kept shouting out, "I am so psyched for this to start, bitches!" to her friends. Call me mean, but I think karma came into play here. Or not.
The movie started up again after they removed her from the theater as she was screaming and crying that she WAS FINE, DAMN IT, YOU FUCKERS! I am not an expert on epileptic fits but from my medical knowledge, this didn't appear to be one. Usually when the patient comes back from the fit, they are lethargic and weak. She was full of beans and ready to duke it out. But, when they called for a doctor, four men stood up, so I didn't bother and maybe they knew better than I did.
At any rate, I would say the movie was good, but couldn't match the book. But, really? The only movies that I've seen that equaled the books have been The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo and To Kill A Mockingbird.
Today is Sunday, rest and lollygag day here. Bing and Liv are cranky because they go back to teaching and school tomorrow. Tough titty, I say. We've decided to spend the day kicking back. Liv and I are enjoying our new Ipads, courtesy of Bing, who bought them for us yesterday afternoon. But, I can only play Angry Birds for so long. Bing says that she will teach me how to work all the other applications. She's also arranged it so that I can write my blog and check my email on it, but since...AS YOU KNOW..I am bad with change, I am finding that I can't sit on the sofa and write my blog. I have to be in my office, looking out on the flowering dogwood tree and away from the sound of Bing's incessant viewing of CNN.
We ARE going to go out to dinner. Bing had planned on a chicken and rice casserole, but she just sold our old lawn mower for 200 smackers ad she doesn't feel like cooking, so lucky us. Now we just have to decide on a restaurant. If Bing had her way, we'd be eating sushi. She adores it. Liv likes Indian food, especially anything in a hot curry sauce and me? I sort of feel like an omelet. We might have to have Mexican food, something totally different from all of our cravings to keep everyone happy.
Socks is patiently sitting on my foot to remind me to take him for his walk. His girlfriend, Gigi the teacup poodle usually is out walking with her human about this time of day and he wants to get some prime butt sniffing in. He looks huge compared to her and he is not an overly big dog. Plus he is a no frills sort of guy and she likes to sport rainbow colored scarves tied daintily around her neck. She also has her toenails painted sky blue sometimes. It is sort of like Ernest Borgnine going out with a very short Lady Gaga. But, they make it work. Sometimes the best pairings are the strangest ones. I imagine her ducking her head at him and purring, "You are such a sweet big ole lug!" while he makes no bones about the fact that he is practically dying to get a whiff of her ass. He's a meat and potatoes sort of fella, no games, no silly seduction games. If he says she looks pretty, he means it. If he says that it's time for him to rustle on back to the ranch, Sally, it's time to herd those cows, he means it too.
And it is gorgeous outside, our windows are wide open all day and night now. A buttery soft breeze wafts through the house. Our dogwood and flowering crab trees are in full bloom as well as the wisteria and forsythia bushes and my pink and yellow tulips. Everything else is this close to blooming. I look longingly at our yard, but Bing has yet to till it for me. She usually does this in late April and we plant in early May. I dunno, though. Spring seems sprung to me.
I am wearing flip flops already. And a short sleeved tee shirt. Capris.
Close enough to Spring to touch her.
How is your weekend going? Is everybody bright eyed and bushy tailed. What's for supper at your house? And anyone watching The Amazing Race with me tonight and then...
MAD MEN is baaaacccckkkkkkkkkk!!!!!