Monday, May 19, 2008

A longer than necessary post about the drive-in

We went to the drive-in movie last night for the first time this summer. I LOVE the drive-in. I feel like it is a well-kept secret and can't understand why everybody doesn't go to the drive-in every single weekend. Last night, we actually had to wait for a good hour before the movie to see if 20 cars showed up in order for them to play the movie. Thankfully, "once church let out" others ventured out and there were enough of us to make the, ummm, seasoned women who were running the show feel like it was worth it to turn the movie on. Of course, by that point we had spent thirty or forty dollars at the concession stand - so even without the twenty cars I think they would have done just fine.

Brother and Little Bitty lasted for exactly 10 minutes once the movie started. Then they were sound asleep. We stayed for another hour or so and left early. I can't write the exact words that I said to my husband regarding the movie we were watching - but I'll just say - it was strange. Speed Racer. I know - people love it, and my husband wasn't hating it - but I was mostly just confused. The kind of confused where you don't want to ask questions to understand it - you more just want it to stop. I will say... if you're into amazing computerized stuff, then it was impressive.

I do feel bad that my little guy fell asleep so quickly - he was all excited to go see it. On Saturday he had gotten a Speed Racer happy meal price and he's been obsessed since then. Yesterday morning he came to me and told me in a very serious manner (with an expression that said - you're not going to like this - but I have to tell you...) "Mommy, I want to change my name. To Speed Racer. For REAL." I actually started to explain to him that when he grows up he may not want his name to be Speed Racer when he goes to find a job, etc. Then, I remembered that he currently wants to be a frog photographer when he grows up - and Speed Racer is kind of a cool name for a frog photographer. So, I agreed to let him change it. For REAL.

Some bad pics from the weekend. We really need a new camera. And a new photographer... that photographs more than just frogs.

These are all pre-show. Obviously, the kids are awake. I wish you could see the big pickles they're both eating. A pickle and popcorn from the drive-in - mmmmm.
Playing in the gravel with their jammies and slippers. They were chasing each other with twizzlers here and laughing so hard. All was great until Brother took a digger and skinned his knee - we all knew it would happen at some point, right? But the fun had before that was worth it. Plus, the lovely (she wrote sarcastically) concession stand lady had a band aid and all was well.
One last note - we attended a lovely picnic this weekend for Adoptive Families in middle Tennessee. I don't have any pictures - and really, looking at the drive-in ones, is anyone really disappointed? But, the way-more-reliable Michelle is going to send some out and I shall email to any family interested in seeing any of the other great families and friends we've met in the area with little ones born in Guatemala.


Raising a Vols Fan!! said...

Ahhhhhh, I'm so sorry I missed it, I was really bummed. Poor Gabby was just not up to it and Rob took her to the doctor on Saturday morning since they were open. I would love to see pics!!! Glad you guys had fun!

TNKerry said...

I love the way your son thinks - a frog photgrapher - not many people have the creativity to come up with that one. Glad you are writing all this stuff down. He is such a hoot (yes, I really did just say that - but the term fits perfectly :) ).

Kathy said...

Hi, I just wandered in to your blog while browsing and we never go to the drive in...I guess I was waiting for the kids to get older, but yours look pretty young too. What am I waiting for??

MizFit said...


(of all of it :))


Michelle Smiles said...

Drive-in? There is a drive in around here? I LOVE the drive in! It is one of the things we miss from up north. You have to share where the drive in is!