Weekend In Bullets

• After thinking I wouldn't get to go see New Moon any time soon, plans changed and I DID get to go see it last night. I was not disappointed -- I enjoyed every minute of it, in a purely simple and fantastical teen-romance sort of way. I promise there were no tears in my eyes. Nuh-uh. Nor did I get goosebumps at any point. Nope. I'm much too mature and appreciative of true, classy art to have responded in such shallow ways. But nevertheless, I believe I'll try to go see it again, just because, you know, it was, um, pretty good. I guess.

• While waiting in line at the theater, I witnessed no fewer than 30 women and girls sporting boots similar to mine. I carefully studied the ratios of jeans to leggings, and the probabilities of said jeans for bunching up above the rim of the boot. My conclusions are that a) all jeans other than skinny jeans bunch up a bit, and b) not many of the women had skinny jeans, therefore c) most of the boot-wearers had some bunching and seemed fine with it, and d) it looks odd to stare at women's boots while confined to a line full of teeny-boppers. Still, I am not quite ready to don my own boots in public, nor to offer a picture to the internets. No matter how much I love you. But you may keep trying to convince me, if you wish. My pride is wearing thin.

• Also while in line, I met and chatted with a lady and her teenage daughter who were standing right behind me. I was so grateful to have somebody to talk to since Justin wasn't there; he met me later after putting the girls to bed. This lady was spectacularly nice. We talked about literature and kids and, of course, the movie. Both she and her daughter were so sweet and interesting that I was almost sad when the theater finally allowed us in to sit down. I know this sounds strange, but I kind of wished we'd exchanged phone numbers or something to get in touch later. Really, I wished she had a blog so I could get to know her better. I guess it's actually easier to make friends than I've always imagined, but you've got to take advantage of the opportunities when they pop up. Otherwise you're just left with a fleeting acquaintance and a vague sense of loss.

• At lunch today after church, Lauren was enamored with a tiny baby sitting behind us at the restaurant. She got so excited talking about the 'baby crying!' (even though the baby was actually quite calm) that she couldn't easily verbalize what she'd wanted to. 'Baby kying! Baby kying! MOOoooo! Quack Quack! Waaaaaahhh!' was what came out instead. I do love that girl.

• Late last week, we found out that one of our church friends lost their son in Afghanistan. He'd been in the military for 13 years and has two sons. This was a devastating loss for everyone who knew him. If you wouldn't mind sparing a moment to shower this family with prayers, I know they'll be appreciated.

• Enjoy your Thanksgiving week! I think I can almost smell roasting turkey...almost...