This weekend the kids watched Cats & Dogs. Total meltdown at the end. I was taken by surprise by that. I mean it's not Old Yeller, it's got a happy ending. But the dead dog fakeout at the end was too much.
If I had only known ahead of time, I could have cut a bit out of the end and meltdown avoided.
Happy birthday, libkitty!
FWIW, a certain amount of story-induced emotional meltdown is good for kids, as it gives them practice in learning to calm themselves and buck up, plus accepting consolation and so on. Not so great if it results in sleepless nights and ulcers, depending on the kid, of course. YKMV.
Holy crap. Someone put my 7th grade class picture up on Facebook. It is not pretty -- I'm pretty sure the girls of Somerville alone put a hole in the ozone layer with aerosol hairspray...
I rushed to Facebook, but did not find Jesse Big Hair. Perhaps she untagged herself. I did find that Facebook thinks I may know Ellen Kushner (I do not).
Through the happy combination of super-dorkiness and prep school, I never had Big Hair. I had a brief period of Feathered Wings, but went to a simple chin-length bob as soon as I could (mid-7th grade), and stuck with it. I don't think I've ever owned a can of hairspray except for Halloween costumes.
I watched
Star Trek IV - the Search for Whales
a few months ago. It was sad - the main female character (the whale expert) had big hair, which was to be expected because she was living in the 1980s. But then she went back to the future with Kirk
et al,
and she went to work for Starfleet.
But she still had big hair.
Like, in the 23rd century they should know better. Apparently no one told her about the evils of big hair. Probably because they found her annoying.
I just tagged myself now! But I don't know if it's visible to other people. Also, I did not have big hair.
Happy Birthday, libkitty!
Happy Birthday, libkitty!
My motivation has vanished this morning.