Dancing Boxes Will Get Me In Trouble Everytime

ThatManILove is a movie aficianado.  So much so, that while he was exiled on the mountain in Pennyslvania, I went to one movie - the Chihuahua movie - and I took the Little Brother, Geoffrey. I was bound and determined to save all my movie dates for ThatManILove.

One night, we decided to take Geoffrey to the movie, and go for the 7:10 p.m. showing.  We bought the tickets online early in the afternoon.  I decided to take a long bubbly soak in the jacuzzi tub and read a Dixie Cash novel.   ThatManILove comes in and gives me a time check, letting me know I have an hour.  I get out and get ready.  We leave the house at 6:45 p.m. 

Such is the setting for the next conversation.

TMIL: Jane.  Are you ready?  (Remember, he calls me “Jane” when he’s mad?)

Janie:  Yes.

TMIL:  It’s Saturday night and it’s going to be crowded.

Janie:  No, it’s not.

Geoffrey:  What’s wrong?

Janie:  TMIL’s aggravated at me because I took so long to get ready and we’re going to be at the theatre right when the movie starts.  (Aside to TMIL) The movie’s been out for a while, it won’t be crowded.  We’ll get there and get a seat just in time to watch 20 minutes of dancing boxes.

TMIL:  See, that’s your thinking.  I guess we’re going to be doomed to have this conflict every time we go to the dang show.  You always make us be late because you hate the dancing boxes.  I think you do it on purpose.

Geoffrey:  What are the dancing boxes?

TMIL:  That’s what Jane calls the previews and advertisements.

We get to the movie, fight the traffic to find a place to park.  People are standing outside, in a line that lasts for.ev.er.  And the concessions?  Packed to the max.  There’s a recession going on, people?  What are you doing here?  What am I doing here?  

Oh, Lordy.  I am so going to be in trouble.  I start to cringe, inside.  That man loves his movie popcorn, and it looks like we might have to forgo such.  We go straight to the ticket taker, passing up two lines of people that are there for another show.  He waves us in, and we go into our theatre.

Said theatre is so freakin’ crowded that we can only find two seats together.  I mean, two seats in the whole theatre.  The advertisements haven’t even started!    Geoffrey jets us for a single seat down front, saying he likes to sit there.  He’s probably just running from our eternal conflict concerning the movies.  I’ve told y’all all along he’s a smart kiddo!

We sit down.  I glance to my left to check out how ThatManILove is breathing.  At the same time, he’s checking me out.  I tentatively smile.  He doesn’t.  And then, he does.  He is so jacking with me.

We laugh our butts off at the movie.  It’s really funny, but to make it better, the 5 year old little girl sitting to ThatManILove’s right is laughing so hard she’s crying.  And ThatManILove got tickled at her laughing, which made me laugh harder.

It’s never boring around here!

Little Brother, Advocate for the Elderly

A 2009 Post
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Geoffrey, our little brother in Big Brothers Big Sisters, called Friday night and begged to come stay the weekend.  (He always gets his timing just right!)  I picked him up at Whataburger, where he had just finished a double Whopper with bacon and cheese with his mom and siblings.  We went to meet friends at a new restaurant in town.  

There, Geoff ate another full meal.  While we were there, we also picked up an entree for ThatManILove, who was stuck out in the field and hit the house around 10 p.m.  Whereby, Geoffrey sat down at the table with ThatManILove and finished off his sesame chicken.  The kid is a bottomless pit, I swear.  He cracks me up.

After the hunting field trial yesterday, we stopped by brother Scott’s to see what he would be selling at his auction on Sunday.  An auction house is full of adventure for a 12 year old, just saying.  Geoffrey met all of Scott’s helpers, two of whom are disabled and are on electric scooters due to their ailments.

Geoffrey poked around, asked questions, and generally entertained himself for an hour.  We were about to leave, and he discovered a couple of electric scooters scheduled for auction.  One wasn’t charged - but one was in full operating order.  Geoffrey ran to Scott, and asked permission to ride it, which Scott gave with a grin.

Geoffrey carefully rode around for a while, then  came back to where we were all congregated, and starts talking to Scott’s helpers again.  While doing so, Geoffrey backed the scooter professionally into its original parking space.  Everybody’s watching, and enjoying him.

Geoffrey turns off the scooter, and stands up, grinning like a cheshire cat, and says loudly, “Wow.  Now I know how elderly people have fun.”