.crochity-ness and a coke.

I think I'm turning into a crotchety old bag way before my years. My patience with people's stupidity and annoyances has grown increasingly thin over the past few years. Case in point...this weekend Roy and I went to see Robin Hood. We don't go out to the movies as much as we once did seeing as the budget doesn't often allow for $8 movie tickets. Despite the horrendous box office prices we decided we deserved a night out. I love movies and I love going to them...except when those dearly paid for movies are interrupted by people who don't understand movie etiquette. This has happened on several occasions. We've had: the annoying teenagers that text and talk through the whole movie, the loud father who insists on telling his son the whole movie as it's happening, and the kid that kept yelling "get em' get em' "(but lets be honest the kid was mentally handicapped and it actually made the movie that much more entertaining). This last weekend we had the kid who 1) was on a date, and kept flirting with said date through the movie, 2) had some sort of skin condition and kept scratching himself and 3) must have been nervous because he kept moving around the whole movie. My fuse must be pretty short because I was completely irritated and bugged the whole time. When I mentioned it to Roy afterwards he looked at me strange, as if to say "you might be a little too sensitive". Am I becoming too sensitive? Is this too much to expect when I go to a movie? I don't want to be crotchety, and maybe I just need to suck it up, but maybe in an age of Netflix, movies on demand and home theaters I won't have to.

Ok my rant is over, besides I had more going on this weekend than becoming more crotchety...like being sick. Whoo Hoo! Sunday brought me a happy surprise of upset stomach. It hit me full force right in the middle of sacrament meeting, and I left directly after the choir sang. At dinner my brother in law Mike was coming up with kinds of clever alliterations, from which I will spare you. I finally caved in and went and bought one of these:

It's a time tested "motherly remedy", and the relief was almost instant, and for that I'm grateful!

I have to add that the highlight of the weekend is when we had Shawn and Kristin over for dinner on Sat. Roy had made up his hand burger with all his fixings and had taken a few bites out of it only later to discover that the weird texture of the burger was due to the fact that he forgot to remove the paper that had separated the cheese slices. CLASSIC!