Movies

My mom came down for a visit this past week.

We celebrated her birthday with a relaxing lunch and walk in Coronado.

We shopped, lunched, watched Twilight, and we went and saw that Babies movie.

We also strolled a little down memory lane.

On this visit my mom brought along some of my old papers and report cards.

It was fun to look at my work and pictures from when I was close to Sam's age.

I can actually remember creating some of these works of art.

This was a paper I wrote about Movies.

Ummm...  Anyone remember the movie Private Benjamin?  Do you remember the scene of the second wedding night...do you remember what they were doing when he died?!

And...my favorite part of the second movie I mention is the gorilla sticking his middle finger up.

Okay...

The year was 1981.

I was seven.

That is just good parenting.

Growing up in the 80's was sweet.

It reminds me of a story of one Sunday morning when I was, oh, about seven. 

We were all rushing to get ready for church.  I couldn't find one of my lovely, worn, white buckle sandals.

My mom warned me if I wasn't down stairs in two minutes she was leaving without me. (I am assuming my dad was home because I don't think she would have left me alone and my dad usually skipped the Sunday Church routine.)  Anyway, I dug through the clothes, stuffed animals and blankets that covered my closet floor and finally found my sandal.

I grabbed it and booked down the stairs and out the front door.

The shimmery brown station wagon was just pulling away.

I ran to the middle of the street and watched her leave me.

Dressed in my Sunday best with one shoe on and one in my hand, I quickly raised my arm in the air and held my middle finger up high.  I made sure to motion my hand back and forth to really accentuate my anger. Being seven, I wasn't highly aware of the rear-view mirror and the ability for the driver to see things behind them.

About an hour or so later, Mom was home and I was busted.

But at least now we know where I learned such a thing.

And little girls who watch R rated movies and flip their parents off on Sunday mornings

can still grow up to be respectful members of society. :-)