Avengers vs Iron Man: My BFF and I Decide

I'm a little late to the game, but considering that Avengers was the first movie I've seen in 6-9 months, I don't think I'm THAT late.  I admit it.  I wasn't that excited to see it.  I'm not usually a Marvel Comics type of person, although I did love the two Iron Man movies.  I was more excited to have a Diet Coke and movie-theater popcorn.  Other than dark chocolate with almonds, what goes better with a diet coke then popcorn.

My husband and I were trying to decide which is better Avengers or Iron Man.  Personally, I liked the Iron Mans better, because there was a lot more sexual tension with Gwyneth and Scarlett (IM II).  It gave the movie a little chick flick flare.  My husband liked Avengers better.  He still got to see Scarlett in a tight fitting outfit and there were more fight/battle scenes.  Like most moviegoers, we both loved it when the Hulk tossed around Loki like a rag doll.  Watch it again, if you like.

If you are undecided or on a tight budget, it's a great movie.  But if I had to choose, I'd wait and see Iron Man III.  My husband would choose Avengers.


In a different note, my BFF and I enjoyed a nice morning.  It's not raining!!!  A lot of the flowers are in bloom (not my favorite hydrangeas) and the yard looks pretty.  I'm trying to soak in the beauty around me, because I'm really struggling this morning.

One of the triplets fell out of bed last night.  He banged up his head and bloodied his nose.  It must have hurt a lot, because he cried loud enough to wake the other kids up. He never went back to sleep for more than ten minutes at a time, which means that I never went back to sleep.  My head actually hurts from being so tired.  I'm going to do my best not to drink too many DCs, but I do have to figure out how to make it through the day….wish me luck!

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It's another rainy day here. My best friend and I are enjoying a quiet morning. We are lounging in the living room, reading the current issue of Time Magazine. I'm wondering if Dr. Sears would consider me a bad mother, because I am not an "attached" mother - rather quite the opposite. However, with my youngest turning 3 soon, I feel confident that I'm raising happy kids. 

I failed at breast feeding (too many variables to explain) and the image of an almost 4 year old boy (no way is the boy on the cover of Time under 3 1/2) breast feeding grosses me out. 

So my best friend and I decide to skip the parenting article and read an article about Joel Stein's book, Man Made. I'm neither Jewish nor a boy, although I did grow up in the Garden State, but will buy the book, because the review compares Joel to David Sedaris, so it has to be great!

Monday Blues

The rhododendrons are in bloom, but as Diet Coke and I look out the window we are both blue.  We shared a wonderful Mother's Day with the kids and my mother .  (see:  http://5strandsofhope.blogspot.com/2012/05/procrastination-at-its-best-pictures-of.html)  However, now it is raining and the house is empty.  We could be doing something more productive, but the dreary weather has drained our energy and all we feel like doing is to look out the window and wait for the kids to come home.  Of course, one of us has four loads of laundry to do, so she will drink the other in hopes of finding some energy.

We hope your morning is not filled my consuming your best friends in hope of a pick me up.

My Liquid Best Friend

My best friends have changed throughout my life.  When I was a toddler, my best friends were two boys, Bobby and David.  In elementary school, by best friend was Laney, then Heather, then Karen.  In middle school, I was a bit lost and had a revolving door of best friends.  In high school I hung out in a group.  It wasn't until college that I found my best friend.  One that has stuck with me through the good times and the bad.  One that could make me smile with just a touch.

My best friend is Diet Coke.

Yes, I know.  It's a drink.  It has no feelings.  In fact, it really doesn't have much good about it.  But it makes me happy and that's a lot.   If I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, I know that I can open the fridge and see a sexy, smiling 12oz bottle standing there just for me.  When my kids are arguing, I know I can sip sweet carmel goodness and quiet the cacophony of children in the background.  At night when I'm in bed scouring the Internet for someplace to escape, a decaf Diet Coke sits up on bedside table and helps me on my journey.

Am I the only one who feels this way?  I wonder, because I know it sounds pathetic.