Memorial Weekend

I love long weekends. The only thing wrong with them is that they aren't longer.

Friday night, we took Bandit to his sheep herding lesson (I think I managed to improve a little, even though he was being a bit of a butthead). Then Marc and I stayed in and rented Paycheck. He was tired, and ended up falling asleep about a half-hour in, so I ended up watching it by myself. It was good though - nothing earth-shattering, but entertaining enough. It put Ben Afflek a little back into my good graces, at least.

Saturday morning we drove down to Milpitas to have lunch with my cousin Kate and her family to celebrate Kate's graduation from USC med school. We had a huge lunch. I couldn't believe how much food they had. Afterwards, Marc and I shopped for a bit at the Great Mall - I finally managed to get some new workout clothes, which took about 2 hours to find. Marc was grumpy.

We went home and I napped (like a little bear getting ready to hibernate by storing away a big meal in fat cells). Then we drove back down to Milpitas to meet up with my brothers and my cousin Henry to see The Day After Tomorrow. I actually didn't think it was that bad, probably because I went in with such low expectations. Marc and I decided that we should probably set up some earthquake-disaster kits at home. We also decided that should we ever need to evacuate, we would go to the Hummer dealership across the street and steal one.

Sunday morning we slept in (well, Marc did, I always sleep in), puttered around the house for a bit, and then took Bandit down to Petsmart to sit in on one of the classes. Unfortunately, one of the kids that was normally in the class didn't show up, so there was only a teenager there. He did well around her though, he didn't seem to be too bothered. But he definitely got visibly anxious when younger kids walking around the store would get close to where we were. He wouldn't move or anything, but you could actually see his eyes get bigger. I think the smaller they are, the more they freak him out. It's probably going to take a while, but I'm really hoping that taking him to these classes will help out.

After that, I think I took another nap. Marc thinks I need too much sleep, and that there's something wrong with me. I just told him that a large brain like mine needs a lot of energy.

We rented 21 Grams that night, which was a weird, but good movie. I think I probably could've gone without seeing Sean Penn's butt. I wasn't that impressed with Naomi Watts' Oscar-nominated performance either. I dunno why, it just seemed to strike a wrong chord with me. Marc managed to stay up this time.

Monday afternoon we went with Leslie to see Troy (yeah, it was like a movie-extravaganza weekend). Now Brad Pitt's butt is another story! Yowza! Hubba-hubba! During the movie, Marc asked me if I'd do anything to be the girl that was lying in the arms of the naked Brad Pitt, even if it meant divorce. I nodded my head enthusiastically.

The movie wasn't that bad, I actually liked it. It probably helped that I didn't remember much at all about the "Iliad," so I didn't catch any of the numerous discrepancies. Eric Bana was surprisingly hot too, and I really didn't like him in the Hulk. He was good in this though. Orlando Bloom...meh.

After the movie, we drove down to my parents' house for some barbeque for dinner. Bandit got to play with Harvey for a little bit too. We hung out for a bit, and then went home to enjoy our last few hours of freedom.

I just can't win...

I got up earlier than usual this morning, with every intention of getting to work earlier. I left the house at around 7:30 am, which was about half an hour earlier than normal. But of course, there was some big accident on 680, which snarled traffic for miles. Instead of taking me 20 minutes to get to my parents' house, it took me an HOUR. I ended up getting to work even later than normal. I just can't win!

Sitting in traffic reminded me of why I need one of THESE:

But alas, Marc won't let me take lessons.

Maybe I should just buy a helmet. I've always thought they looked cool. I should get a matching blue one and drive around in my Rav4 with a helmet on.

Oh, I think it was Saturday night or something, Marc and I were stopped at a stop sign waiting to turn, when two sport bikes drove past us. Perfectly normal, except one of the guys wasn't sitting, but rather STANDING on his seat. He was standing straight up on this moving bike, with his arms pointed straight out to the sides. This was a fairly high-traffic street too. Impressive, but stupid.