Letting My Geek Flag Fly

We're having a pretty laid back Memorial Day weekend. Preschool graduation on Friday, birthday party yesterday, fishing on the Cape Cod Canal with the boys this morning (up early! fish guts! yay!), yard work tomorrow. As expected and *planned*, the highlight of my weekend just finished up about 45 minutes ago: Dinner with my husband at PF Changs (DE-licous!) followed by Star Trek on the big screen!

I'm not ashamed to blog out loud that I'm a little bit of a Trekker. I do have to say that I've always been more of a fan of The Next Generation than the original. Kirk always struck me as a bombastic, misogynistic boor (I may have been inferring just a teensy bit) and the show itself was pure camp. But Jean-Luc Picard was so cool, so cerebral, so very...80s. How could I not love him and TNG?

I won't give you a complete run-down of this Star Trek movie except to say that it totally kicked ass and I will buy it the very first day it comes out on DVD. I will also let you in on the thought that was occupying a big piece of my brain space during the entire 126 minutes of the movie:

This guy:

Playing this guy:

Is a VAST improvement over this guy:

I'm sure you can see my point.

Really Random Stuff

RC: Wow. Wow! WOW!

MM: What is it, buddy?

RC: Nothing, Mommy. I'm just wowing.

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Tired of Green Eggs and Ham? Try today's special:

Although it's one of the lesser known Seusses, this was the book that my 34-year-old brother LOVED when he was a kid. So much so that every member of my household had it memorized. I remember it fondly when I was an 8-year-old-girl reading it to my 3-year-old brother and I love it now that I'm a 39-year-old mom reading to my 3- and 5-year-old sons.

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I had a dream last night that I was late coming home because I was having a rendezvous with Sawyer from Lost. I did. not. want to wake up.

Cranky Pants

Does everyone already own this book?

I found it two years ago and still pray HRH will choose it when we select our nightly reading. It is adorable. It's the story of a boy who woke up on the wrong side of the bed, how it affects his day, and how his cranky-pants-ness is eventually overcome by his mom.

The author and illustrator clearly grew up in the 70s (note the Inch Worm and Weebles on the front cover) and the book itself is littered with nostalgia. It's got great pictures, a good cadence and a nice message. It is, in short, the perfect book for every toddler/preschooler with a 'tude and his parents.

I keep waiting for Steven Sanzo to write another but so far, nothing.

Well, what are you waiting for? Go, buy it!