Well, this is a broad subject. There are a lot of places I would like to visit, and not move to. On the other hand, there’s nowhere else I’d rather live than where I am right now.
1. Canada – I’d only like to visit in the Summer, because I don’t do snow well, and I hear that the summers are glorious!! I live in Texas, and summers here are hot, humid, and miserable.
2. Seattle – Again, only in the summer, because cold and rain don’t mix well. Also, there’s a girl who lives there that I would love to meet! We “met” on Instagram and realized quickly that we were sisters of the soul. So many parallel life situations that it was kind of scary/spooky.
3. Greece – The pictures that I have seen look amazing! I would want to go with my children, so that we could explore all of the history that the great country has to offer.
4. Disneyworld – Once more, somewhere I’d like to take my children. This, at least, will happen before I die or they get too old (pssh! Who’s too old for DW?!?)
We have cut off our cable and internet for a while due to the children’s propensity to repeat everything they see/hear ad nauseum. We have two huge cd folders full of movies, with most being age appropriate for all of us, but not all of them. With that in mind, here is something that happened the other night:
The mister starts watching Superbad (cue award music) with the children. The kiddos are equal parts fascinated and horrified by the first 10 minutes of the movie. **If you haven’t seen this movie, the two main characters are discussing which porn site to subscribe to when they go to college the following year**
The mister glances my way, and asks if I think he should turn the movie off. For anyone who knows me, if you ask a stupid question, you will get a thoroughly sarcastic answer. I tell him to do what he thinks is best (see, I held back. I DO have self control). He decides that what is best is to keep it on for a few more minutes….self control backfires.
Cut to the scene in the convenience store. Jonah Hill, one of the main characters, picks up a magazine from the rack. Lucky day! It’s a skin mag, and it doesn’t have the protective cover with the big, black bar across the model’s breasticles!! The prince yells, “AWW YEAH!”, the mister says, “I’m turning this off”, and the princess mutters, “THANK YOU! Now I don’t have to hear about pa-chinas anymore!”