Never Again

17 Feb

The farmer’s market is a fun place, right? Yummy food, cool homemade stuff, paintings, juices, all those things that people want in life.

However, farmers markets are zero fun when you have a preschooler and a toddler in tow, both who only got around 8 hours sleep instead of 12 last night. The day degenerated into two screaming kids waiting for a bus in the wind, and their mother joining in until it sounded something like

“WAH!”

“wahsnufflfewah!”

“BLARGH!”

It didn’t stop either one of them from crying, but it made me feel better.

What kind of city scheduales all the buses to arrive at the same time? I mean really-what good is there in having no bus for 30 mins, and then three at once? I just don’t really get that, especially while holding 30 points of snivelling snotty Rosalyn.

On a good note, someone at the market is finally selling yummy spicy samosas AND pakorahs, so my belly is happy, and I got both Vivian and Rosalyn a nice necklace each. We stopped at McDicks for a treat, since they both needed food. Then got suckered into yet another Nemo toy and book, while Poppi got Vivian “Land Before Time”

Incidentally I had forgotten all about how Little Foot’s mother dies, and so now I sit watching Vivian, hoping she won’t start crying like she sometimes does at sad parts. She’s too tired to care though it seems. I haven’t started crying yet either, not even at the part where the older dinosaur talks about the chain of life, and how Little Foot’s mother will never leave him so long as he remembers what she taught him.

I got a little moist at that. But as a tribute to my drugs, I don’t cry at this stuff. Gives me an opening to try and explain death to Vivian, who, as usual, didn’t really care.

My father grabbed a giant bag of smelts. Barf. Vivian kept playing with them, and trying to move their little mouths. BARF.

So now I’m sitting here, watching a dinosaur movie I haven’t seen since I was 16 and my friend’s baby sister who is now 19! was obsessed with it.

Little foot is so sad.

5 Responses to “Never Again”

  1. Barfly February 17, 2007 at 1:27 pm #

    When my son was 15, we’d drive to Port Huron, Michgan for shopping once each month, and stop into a local restaurant.

    He torture me by ordering smelts, just knowing I’d gag having to watch him wolf them down.

    This, from a kid who will not eat an egg, no matter how it’s cooked.

  2. Tortuguita February 17, 2007 at 7:50 pm #

    Oh man. The Land Before Time is such a tear jerker. It ranks up there with Titanic and Fox & the Hound.
    I seriously cannot listen to Diana Ross sing “If We Hold On Together” without getting misty.
    And though that one in particular is not Disney, what the hell is up with all the dead mother, Disney movies? Cinderella, Pocahontas, Little Mermaid, Bambi, Beauty & the Beast ..etc, etc. Seriously depressing.

  3. bromac February 18, 2007 at 8:16 am #

    Here’s one that makes me cry every time, though don’t know if you get it way up there. The Publix Valentines commercial?!?! The little boy is working with his mom to make a valentines cake, in the shape of a heart, for his sweetheart. Mom takes him to school the next morning and he jumps out of the car and heads off towards the school bldg. Mom hollers about forgetting the cake and the son just gives her this smile and turns around and heads into the school. SHE was his valentine that he labored over the cake for. Oh it kills me.

    Oh man, making me tear up right now. I need to tape it and watch it every time I need a little release.

  4. Kind of Crunchy Mama February 18, 2007 at 3:34 pm #

    When my SIL was little she begged to rent TLBT. She sat right up close to the tv. When the mom died she turned away from the tv with tears streaming down her face and screamed “Why did you make me watch this!?!”. :-p

  5. thordora February 18, 2007 at 4:14 pm #

    EVIL dying parent movies. EVIL.

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