Snow + South = Crazy

**This post is a bit late, the snow was actually back on February 10 and since then we recently had a full week of the absolute most pleasant weather ever here. Ever. So pleasant. High 60's or low 70's for a solid week. In February. However, this post had to be included, we may not have snow for another few years so I need it documented.  Plus, I may need it to remind myself this summer when the scorching temps arrive in July and I begin complaining about the heat....it does eventually cool off again. And sometimes, even in the south, it snows.

 

Seriously. Snow. In the South. AGAIN. Can you believe it?  Me either. 

This is crazy. I've never seen such a winter wonderland in my life. Of course, that's because I reside in Alabama, not Minnesota....we don't do winter wonderland so much. However, it's fun to pretend every once in a while.  But if this keeps up, this snow event stuff every couple of weeks, I may be forced to start asking "you guys" to run downtown for me a "pop".  Instead of asking "y'all" to go get me a glass of sweet tea. :)

 

Seriously, when it snows hard enough to blow sideways and stick into the netting of the basketball goal.....it's a real snow event, y'all.

Every aspect of play my kids would normally use outdoors was covered in snow.  The ground was almost 5 inches deep with the white stuff.  And it was the good white stuff, too.  The powdery kind.  The soft kind. The kind not crusted over with the ice pellets coating, hard, scrunchy, hurt like heck when you get pegged with a snowball stuff.  Sure the icy topping made for a fun sled ride last time, but the whole snowball fights lacked much to be desired, unless emergency rooms are your kind of fun.  

And it was the PERFECT snow for making snowcream. Mom made the kids some fantastic melt in your mouth snow ice cream....several batches in fact.  We ate it as though it were calorie free...and by the way, it's not, just so you know.  Snow may be calorie free alone....but not when you mix it with a whole can of sweetened condensed milk.

Ice Popsicles along the roofline are calorie free.  But they don't taste nearly as good.

And because it was the perfect powdery kind of snow, Middle Child thought it was immensely fun to rake it off the air units and watch it fly through the air with the greatest of ease.

I've mentioned a time or two here on the blog how I'm not a real cat person.  I love our dog. I sort of like our cat. He's a great cat, really, and he's growing on me, but he's still not my dog.  I'm happy to report Mr. Jingles and I have bonded a little through the snowstorm.  I've let him come inside occasionally because he looks pitiful when it's 20 degrees outside and he comes to every window possible peering in to see how warm and cozy we are inside. 

Mr. Jingles frolicked very little in the white covered ground.  He didn't care much for his paws to sink deep in the snow and come out all wet and sticky, but he stil wanted to bring his curious self to whereever we were playing. He was fun to watch.   Every time we stopped to play, for any length of time, he'd start scratching out a dry spot to pace around in until we left again. Cats are weird....a highly peculiar sort of animal....but I get a kick out of them and their quirks....maybe Mr. Jingles is more like me than I thought. :)

So, all in all, the snow was cool.  Really cool. But I think it's only because we don't get it very often. Especially not enough of the stuff on two different occasions this year to go sledding and build snowmen and make snow cream and play!play!play!....but just a day of it is enough for me.

There's a reason I live in the south. Actually there's many reasons I live in the south.  But one of them is because it doesn't snow all winter.  I appreciate all "you guys" above the Mason Dixon who battle through the winter season and the blizzards that drop a foot of snow that sticks around for months on end......I do. I just don't really want it filtering it's way down here. I'm not equipped to handle it often.  But thanks for the beauty of it this season, it's been gorgeous, and brought my children amazing moments of pure exhiliration. Memories to last a lifetime, or at least until time for the flip-flops to come out!

Dirt Road Living.

 

Sweet Memories....

The photo above may not look like much to you, but it means a whole "heckuva" lot to me.  It strikes up so many wonderful memories....of what, you ask?....a little thing called DINNER ON THE GROUNDS.  

Ever been to such?  Ahh, dinner of the grounds, a favorite memory with my PawPaw, Walter.  Every year, his church had a luncheon out on the concrete tables in front of their church.   As a kid I thought it was the coolest thing ever....EVER.  Concrete tables lined with tupperware bowls full of the best homemade food made by the sweetest old ladies. 

Since those times back in the late 70's and early 80's, a fellowship hall had been added to the church.  That kind of put a damper on the ol' concrete table festivities outdoors.  Everyone wants to be comfortable in a temperature controlled climate belly up to a table with their plate of food. I understand that, really, I do. 

But it sure was nice to eat outside again, dinner on the grounds, on the concrete tables that have been there for many decades.  The same tables my PawPaw fixed his plate from numerous times.  And some things never change, there was still lots of yummy food, in tupperware containers, fixed by the sweetest ladies ever.  It would have made my PawPaw proud.....

Yes, I realize we've already started another school year.

But I still wanted to document our end of year teacher gifts in May.  Besides, I may want to do it again next year for a new crop of teachers and I will have no way of remembering such things without my second brain dump here on the blog. :)  Not that I can even take full credit for the cute idea....it came from another blogger friend, although she used monkey towels with another clever homemade tagline....but it was such a neat and inexpensive way to thank a teacher----and everyone can always use a beach towel!!

And before next year's graduates arrive, I would be very remiss for not mentioning one of our most favorite graduates of 2010. 

As a measly little 7th grader, it was a HUGE deal to have a senior girl, especially a beauty like Whit and her fantastic football playing boyfriend, pay a little attention to you....in front of your friends, no less.   Elder Son forged a great friendship with the pair and I was thankful for them to have been a part of his high school career.  I think we had like 16 graduates to buy gifts for this year ....and this gal is the only one that Elder Son specially requested he buy his own gift for her.

Junk, mostly.

I bet y'all are tired of all the birthday hoopla going on around House of Bowling. Seriously, we don't need anyone else in our family born during the month of August....enough is enough.  Hopefully a better variety of posts will soon follow after this week of birthday bonanza. Heck, I might just put up a post about summer break....or not.  I tried the other night to sort through photos on the laptop....and there were so many happenings since May that have just been neglected by this blog owner,  I don't think she'll ever be able to catch up.  So, she might as well just trudge forward. Onward troops, isn't that what they say in the military? 

I realize I took sort of a bloggy break this summer, and I'm not going to lie, it was a nice change.  But I'm glad to be back among all of you friends in blogland.  It can be a really cool place. 

Truth be told, blogland serves as my second memory bank.  Okay, that's a lie, it's my primary memory bank.  My brain is apparently full up with such nonsense as "the best band in the history of college parties is the Velcro Pygmies or a close second, Mel and the Party Hats".  You know, REALLY important pieces of information that everyone is envious that I have stored for future reference.  What future reference exactly I'm not quite clear about.

At any rate, I find myself digging through photos that remind me of precious stories that I've yet to tell, yet to put on the blog, the memory bank if you will......not so much for you, but rather for myself.  I also realized not only had the blog been neglected, but the inbox on my computer had suffered a hard break this summer as well.  I opened it up last week to find over 792 unread emails. Yes, it had been a while.  So, I apologize if I have not responded to an email from anyone lately, or last month, or since Memorial Day, or what have you.....I'm blaming it on the Velcro Pygmies.

Gosh, those Thursday nights at the War Eagle Supper Club certainly were fun.

Because there is an end.

Currently I stay behind.  Behind on laundry.  Don't even ask how many loads, I'm scared to think about it. Behind on the blog.  Behind on taking pictures, real pictures instead of blurry phone related ones.  Behind on emails.  Behind on mailing out our H3 scripture cards for the month. Behind on texts. Behind on having all our end of year teacher gifts complete.  Behind. Just behind.

Is this fast pace consuming you as well?  Raise your hand if you feel like you're running EVERY WHERE YOU GO???  Even in my sleep.  Because really, does it not seem like we/they or whoever, pack aboslutely anything and everything we can, usually about 2-3 months worth of stuff, into one little three letter word on the calendar----MAY.

And then I say to myself.....and to several other friends.....just hold on....MAY will eventually come to an end.  It has to.

A surprise in my Easter basket....from the one and only BUNNY.

Okay, so I really didn't have an Easter basket...I guess I'm too old to keep sitting mine out in hopes the bunny will fill it.  But a girl can still dream, of Reese's eggs and pink sugar coated peeps, right? 

Anyway, I did get a little surprise though, without even needing an Easter basket. And it all started a few weeks ago when I received a letter in the mail....the REAL mail....there's just nothing like opening a letter, on paper, and holding it in your hands to read.  Even just  few short sentences can make my day.  The note was from a friend, a friend as you can see below, who has exceptional penmanship.  She always has....even when we were mere youngsters writing notes back and forth in Mrs. Deal's social studies class. :)

But look!!  There was more....not just a pretty handwritten letter....COUPONS!!  

She actually sent these coupons plus some for Chuck E. Cheese, because she knows my kids enjoy spending those little gold tokens for some cheap plastic toys like there's no tomorrow.   I was way more excited about these Bunny Bread coupons....why, I've never even seen any coupons for it because it's not sold in any of my local stores.  But, never fear, I knew where it was sold....and I knew exactly who I could call to get me some.....my lovely sister.

I promptly mailed her the coupons with a much shorter note, in fact all it said was:  "You know what to do."

So on Easter weekend, she arrived in town with my goodies in tow.....a fresh loaf of bunny bread, a package of buns, and a yummy bag of bunny rolls. 

Now you tell me, what could be better than a friend who thinks of you while she clips coupons (THANK YOU), a big sister that will buy your groceries and deliver them to your door (THANK YOU), and some BUNNY bread for Easter?

The post where I may give you TMI....(too much information)

At the first of the year I posted several resolutions for this year.  Some I have been diligent with, others, not so much.  

But I'm trying to do better, really I am.  Which leads me to this post, where I make remarks about those resolutions, some points of interest I have learned and my love/hate relationship within them. Specifically the resolution to lose weight, eat healthier and become more fit overall. Hold on, here we go.

I have scoured the back of my Triscuit boxes, various nutritional guidelines online, a few posters set up in the fast food joints, etc.etc.

Do you know what I've found out?  Brace yourselves, it may be somewhat of a new revelation for you.....or not.

• McDonald's french fries and Krispy Kreme doughnuts are not located in any of the major food groups on the Food Pyramid.

SHOCKING, I know.  So, therefore, I've had to rein in my love affair with these two evil demons. 

To couple pain with the misery of no more HOT! NOW! glazed goodness, I also joined a gym.

You know, a gym.  Or you may recognize it by it's other name, THE TORTURE CHAMBER.

I also have a good friend who's a personal trainer....she looks HOT....and she was nice enough to compile me a proper workout plan.  Or at least I thought she was being nice, but alas, when I saw the plan, and then further upon implementing the plan, I've decided she might not be so nice afterall.  Clearly it would be hard to be nice when you work in THE TORTURE CHAMBER.

I had a leg workout earlier this week that literally left me near tears the following day.  It involved squats and leg presses, and abductor lifts, and lunges, and more lunges, and yet even more lunges WITH WEIGHTS!! I can't really talk about it much more or else I may burst into tears again just from the nightmares alone.  However, and here's where the TMI may come in to play, I feel you need to hear it in order to understand the beat down I took for this workout regimen.  I texted her the following day with this message:

• "Today's Update:  I'm learning to pee standing up because it hurts too bad to squat on the toilet. In other words, thanks."

So, if in recent days or possibly in the future, you see me enter the restroom doorway titled "MEN"....now you will know why.  Think nothing of it, and don't tell people I've finally lost my mind....that was gone a long time ago, now I'm just trying to lose these leftover doughnut hips and if using a urinal is what it takes, so be it. :)

Ugh.

Rain Rain Go Away.
Come Again Another Day.

For instance, when I don't have a million errands to run.

Thanks,
The Old Lady who lived in the shoe. Or out of her car. Or whatever.

I thought 54 was A LOT of books to read in a year....but I was wrong.

I keep a little notebook of all the books I read.  The ones for both of my book clubs as well as any others I pick up at the library, buy at the Costco, or receive from a friend's recommendation.  In 2009, I decided to keep track, and realized at the end of the year I was averaging a book a week.  Pretty good, right?  Yea, that was until I talked with a very good friend, and fellow book nerd, who I also knew was keeping track.  She had started her a little notebook back in January as well. 

Come to find out she quit keeping count, stopped writing down in the notebook, or tracking her books......because along about April she had already read over 65.  By the 4th month of the year....over 65 books.  It would seem like that is all she could possibly be doing, reading books, but quite the contrary....she also takes wonderful care of her household which includes a high manitenance husband ;), is very involved with her 4 children and all their school activities and sporting events, church, maintains order for our mutual book club, and also works a full time job.

But that's not the most amazing part....she can hold a discussion about any of those (probably close to 200 books) she read this year.  Me, I get confused with my characters, cross over plot lines, and forget even the juiciest details at times.  But boy do I love talking books with her anyway. I just pretend to be as smart as she is....maybe one day I'll read that much too.  A girl has to have a goal. 

Which brings me to the point of this post.....you had no idea I could have a point to my posts, did you?  Well, I can and I do.  After talking with that bookworm of a friend recently, discussing our future books of the month, great readings we've stumbled on at the library and such.....it reminded me to ask all of y'all.....have you read anything good lately?

I know I ask that question from time to time, (and will probably continue to do so) but you know, since the last time I asked, you may have read something really awesome and I might need to read it myself!! If you have a book that you've loved, couldn't put down, a real page-turner, maybe a classic revisisted, one you read in high school 20 years ago, or one that was life changing, feel good, thought provoking, good discussion topic, or one that made you SMILE out loud, or cry the silent cry, or whatever....would you let me (us) know?  You can leave it in the comments below, or if you'd rather, just email me (bowlingfamilymoments@yahoo.com).  

A new year, a new slate of books just waiting to be opened.......

Really, I am a very responsible parent, despite what this post may convey.

Yesterday, on a total whim, I took the kids to Chuck E. Cheese. Yes, by choice. In the middle of the week. On a school night.  When they had homework that needed to be done.  And instead, we threw caution, and our educational standards, to the wind.


But boy did those kiddos have fun.  Sure, the pizza was mediocre at best, and the 10 cent tootsie pop and 25 cent plastic toy laser gun (which was the size of my pinky finger) that Middle Child won with some of his tickets at the prize counter were useless as it will probably be broken before he finds it under the back seat to play with it again......

Regardless....it was the fun that mattered.  At least that's what the voices in my head keep telling me.  And I tried hard to really focus on listening to them instead of Chuck E. Cheese and his band of maniacs who were singing silly renditions of some of my most loved 80's classic hits.  I thought for a moment I might go punch him in his big fat furry grey head, but decided that would only cause drama at the party that was going on across the way, and the birthday child would probably start crying and everyone would blame me.  So I let that table of kids have their fun and then when the last piece of cake was eaten, and they loaded up the balloons and presents as quickly as they could, because....hello....it was a school night, and my goodness, look at the time, it's almost 7:30, we must get these kids home and in bed.....well, I just sat there admiring that bunch of ROOKIE mothers and smiled.

The rat will go away now, the party's over. Thank goodness. And we basically had the place to ourselves....it's all in proper planning y'all.  Wear those newbies out and stay in it for the long haul!!!

The priceless random memories you'll see here in the random photos from our random night of fun....in the middle of the week, on a school night....when really, all the experts would have said we needed to be home finishing up that homework. 

I scoff in the face of those "experts".  

 The boys had a grand, I mean GRAND time shooting hoops, among other various ticket yielding game machines as well.  And Middle Child at one point in the night came over to the table to proudly exclaim...."Mama, look (showing me a stack of tickets) I hit the JACKPOT."  Yes, indeed you did.  And so did I....my kids are awesome.

They had a blast being the only two, seeing as how NO ONE else was in the joint, dancing on the blue screen on stage, being showcased on the Chuck E. Cheese big screens.

In between pizza bite breaks, and coke refills, and game playing, Baby Girl would stop to take a moment to feed the tickets that were piling up on the table.  And then she'd promptly bring me back the little receipt showing she had accrued  33!! , or 65!!, or 78!!, or 27!! tickets for all that hard work she had just exerted on the skeeball ramps.   Good for you Baby Girl, for all that's worth....you might get a sucker AND a plastic bracelet!  You go girl!

At which point I remembered I had been toting around an old receipt for the kids in my wallet.  Until I brought it out again, I had not realized I had been toting it around for 2 1/2 years.  That's dedication folks.  Or guilt.   You see the reason I had it in my wallet and it had not been cashed in for a prize before was because 2 1/2 years ago my patience as a mother had not reached the level it has now.  At that particular point in time I had been so frazzled waiting and watching the agonizing choice between two Chuck E Cheese sticker sheets or a miniature parachute army man....that had went on for 20 minutes one afternoon in the middle of the summer....I broke.  And I snatched up the ticket receipt (placed it in my purse for later) and firmly announced that no prize would be allowed that day.  So, as it may not have been one of my finer moments of motherhood, I was able to redeem myself from it now....in this moment.....when Baby Girl squealed with delight at having 154!!! to add to her stash.

Two years later, and we still spent an AGONIZING amount of time at the prize counter.   Carefully choosing swirly pops and pop rocks candy and tootsie pops and plastic laser guns and "fake barf" (big hit, as 2 of my 3 had to have it). 

And the "prizes" turned out to actually cost around $6.75 each when you calculate the luck/skill ratio of the games played with the tickets each produced.

Let's just suffice it to say, I could have bought enough bags of tootsie pops to feed the entire school (even those who didn't want to do their homework) and a real laser gun, even, for the amount we spent.....but the memories wouldn't have been worth half as much as what I witnessed for the night of fun. 

Like this precious moment from the Chuck E Cheese sketch pad.  Aw.....so sweet. I may cut it out and frame it....it was worth the $57 we spent on horrid pizza and cheap prizes.

But don't count the night as a complete loss.  As the responsible parent that I am, we did stay until 2 minutes to closing.  We shut them down my friend.  And in another moment of wonderful motherhood.....since it was a school night, in the middle of the week, with homework left to do, I also allowed the kids to drink from the fountain machine until the proverbial cherry coke well was almost dry.  Caffeine, so late?  Why not.

And already past their bedtime, at 8:58, with caution still thrown to the wind, I wheeled out of the rat's parking lot and noticed to my viewing pleasure the neon lights of Krispy Kreme were blinking HOT! NOW!.  

I took it as a sign from above that I deserved a HOT! NOW! doughnut......and my kids did too.  Because, in my opinion, you can't reach maximum SUGAR! CARB! EXCITEMENT! overload until you add a Krispy Kreme to the mix.

So there you have it.  We braved the scene at Chuck E. Cheese and lived to tell about it.

Chuck E. Cheese----where a kid can be a kid, and a mama can savor each and every moment....that's bringing her closer and closer to getting her very own prescription of prozac. 

Sasha Cohen...

....is as thin as the sliver of ice her skates slough off.  And at age 25 she looks like she's still in the early years of her youth----13, maybe 16, tops.

I was so pulling for her tonight.  The "senior citizen" of the group.....as an Olympic hopeful.....in what would have been her 3rd time to represent us.

However, I guess it wasn't meant to be....still, I am certainly looking forward to the 2010 Olympics in February. Are you?  Bring home the gold, USA, whoever is there to slough off the ice.  

One little girl is really hoping for snow....

The drama of snow in the deep south has hit, yet again.  You let one meterologist say the word flake or dusting or heaven forbid he throw in the phrase winter weather mix....and folks in the south go wild with the thoughts of a blizzard to match the likes of something to be seen in South Dakota.  As if.

I really cannot imagine what my Northern friends (hello friends) and Northern family (hello family) think.  And I do mean Northern...I have one cousin who's rather far up there...CANADA...told you it was far up there.  My Canadian cousin, well, really she's a South Carolinian that married a Canadian and hence was transplanted there, for now. Of course that's been over a decade ago, so what do I know? Except that I wish she'd move back down south, or at least live a little closer than a COUNTRY away. :) 

I'm sure they make such fun of us, and really, why not?  We are such wimps.  An inch of snow, temps below 30, and we rush out to prepare for weeks without power and anticipate days on end foraging for food.  Hmmm...that might be a plus towards my weight loss resolution, maybe I shouldn't stock up for the "winter weather mix" afterall.  At any rate, we, as southerners, are just not equipped for the severe cold, even though our severe cold of 10 degrees is far warmer than Alaska's severe cold of 40 below, which lasts for months instead of a few days.  None the less, these events only occur so randomly that we are taken by surprise each and every time.  For instance, take the following example I have from last evening. 

We knew the cold was coming.  They've been forecasting the extreme temps for over a week now.  And our beloved pets outside need to keep warm in this climate too....they are southern animals you know, and thus are acclimated to the area.  So, we planned on getting them a space heater to keep them warm in our garage. However, we waited until the night before the "winter weather mix" arrival, and well, that my friends was just too late.  For the last two weeks, there have been hundreds of heaters in various stores I would enter, the Costco, the Wal-Mart, the Target, etc. .... however, that was two weeks ago....last night there was not one to be found in those same stores.

My dear husband searched hi and low, through 3 or 4 stops on his way home, until finally, he found the last one known to man, on a shelf in the deep south.  And he stole it right out from under some grey-haired elderly woman wearing knee stockings. 

Okay, that last part I merely added for flair. It did take several trips around town on his way home, but he managed to find a heater.  I am happy to report, the dog and cat, both slept in a toasty corner last night, curled up all snug in their warm beds.  During this quest to find a heater, while I may not have a surplus of food products (yet), I do have a gigantic box of trash bags and a 6 month supply of paper towels that were also purchased by the hubs last night.

As you can see from the photos, Baby Girl is all prepared today for the snow to arrive.  I think our school system may have been the only one around us that didn't cancel classes.  For which, at the present time, I am thankful.  Certainly I want our bus routes to be safe to get the kids home, but I did not want to have to make up a snow day....especially when we have yet to really have any snow to speak of.  I can look outside right now and see big white flakes falling, none of which are sticking.   There may be some of the snow laying on the limbs of the trees....Oh, wait, I may just have that mixed up with the leftover jiblets of toilet paper from that weekend last fall when our house and almost every dang tree on our property was rolled with toilet paper by the youth of our future.

I hope we get at least a little to lay on the ground.  What fun is it really if none accummulates?  And what a waste of some really cute pink snow boots.

Keep your fingers crossed, just as I've been typing this post, the flakes are getting bigger and falling faster....maybe there's hope yet. Otherwise, I guess I really need to take the time to go clean up that toilet paper out of our trees.

Because some things must be duly noted on the blog....

or maybe it's because the eldest asked me...."Mom, are you gonna put my report card on the blog?".

Which translated from "cool guy, high school-er" speak means:

• "I made all A's during my first grading period ever in high school (which is a completely different mechanism altogether from elementary school, because HELLO....the courses are harder and we are required to be more responsible and disciplined to diligently study on our own and everything.... thus I think it's worthy to be featured on the blog, but of course I wouldn't want to ask you to do that because that would make me seem uncool, and totally lame, because it's just grades and we all know that you don't really attend public school for academia purposes but rather for social and athletic purposes.....and clearly I am so cool, already, at the tender age of 12. So cool.

• But if you feel compelled to put it on the blog, that's fine too. I'll just leave it right here on the kitchen counter for you to photograph or scan this lovely document, on such a momentous occasion. In fact you may want to frame it, because it might never happen again.....I've got so much football to play, and girls to talk to at break, and pep rallies to attend with my serious athlete face, where it looks like I'm not having fun, but inside I'm really enjoying it greatly, and picture day for various clubs I'm going to be in for the next 6 years although I have no idea what they are really about, and tons more Homecoming floats that will need me to devote an enormous chunk of my time to, and all that time spent in the hallway at my very own locker, where we learn up to the minute gossip, and lunch, who could forget lunch and school assemblies, and you know the rest. I just don't know with my schedule filling up so fast in just these first short 3 months alone if I'll be able to keep up this pace of making honor roll, with the whole all A thing. But I'm glad I was able to buckle down and pull it out this first 9 weeks. "

You all had no idea I could translate high school-er speak so well. I know. Me either. Of course it helps that I was a teenager, or pre-teen once. And I did in fact survive high school as well.

It is yet to be determined if I will survive raising a high school-er.

But I am proud of his first. ever. report. card. from. high. school. Which just so happens to be all A's. An enormous feat in itself considering the fact that at one point half-way through the grading period when progress reports were mailed home, he had a C in Math. Which caused his mother's head to spin, almost off it's axis. Apparently the head spinning tactic worked because he jumped right in and strapped on his thinking cap, actually applied himself, and pulled out an A.

It is another milestone, and I am just crazy enough to possibly frame this. Alongside his first ever picture as an athlete on the FRIDAY NIGHT FIELD OF PLAY...because my priorities are all in order. :)

Have a great Friday, y'all.

Be still my heart....

.......my Johnny Castle lovin' heart, that is.

I could have waited and asked Santa to put it in my stocking, but patience is not my thing some days. Okay, patience is not my thing most days. Especially when it involves the movie goodness from 1986. And last week while shopping in Target, was one of those days where my patience was tested and failed. Oh, I saw it, and walked around the store, wasted 30 minutes debating myself in my own mind, and went directly back to the front entertainment and electronics area. To gaze upon the display of Dirty Dancing. Then I proceeded to end my internal dilemma with the virtue known as patience.

Long story short, I am now the proud owner of the DVD. ULTIMATE EDITION, no less. Who's ready for a "Girl's Night In"?