I've wanted to post in this thing for days, but every time I've sat down to do it, I realize how completely exhausted I am...a vicious circle I must say....wanting to post my busy times, but not having the time to post because I'm too busy!!

Wednesday was an absolutely fabulous day, spent with the ever inspiring Ang. Our intent was to sit down and seriously discuss the basics and not so basics of the Stone Angel chunky book. After acquiring the prerequisite Tim Horton's coffee, greeting the pets, sharing and discussing art, Ang and I sat down out in the yard, Ang with a pen in hand and a fresh sheet of note paper, to set our plans in stone. Let me tell you...our intentions were honourable, and we gave it our best shot, but the conversation quickly turned from Stone Angels to hummingbirds, cold pudding and did you hear that redbird singing???
We have this way of doing this to each other...rather, I have this way of not committing to anything (which frustrates the shit out of Ang) so our ever so serious conversation was getting us nowhere. Oh, sure we were belting out the ideas, and coming up with some really great concepts for covers and such, but there were just SO many ideas, I couldn't settle on one. And besides, Ang wasn't writing a damn thing down, so as much as I was frustrating her, I didn't see HER committing anything to PAPER!!! HA!
After a delicious lunch of grilled cheese (Ketchup anyone?) it was off to the cemetary. First we stopped at an out of the way, old, stately cemetary and although we found some great headstones, not a single angel in sight. We wound our way out to Burlington, where an inevitable pit stop at the scrapbooking store occurred, to find a treasure trove of angels. We were completely blown away by the sights. We spent hours, wandering a small section of the cemetary, reading headstones, snapping pictures and posing for the camera repeatedly while I tried to set the timer to take a picture of us both.
I have a favourite, well two actually, but I'm not going to post either of them since one of them will be part of my submission for the book. Ang and I both took hundreds of pictures...



Thursday, it was back to work, knowing the kiddies were celebrating their first day of summer holidays.

Friday, however.....whew!!
The kids and I spent the day at Gage Park at the It's Your Festival Canada Day Weekend Celebrations. We had an absolute blast. We hunted for treasures in the stalls, stood in line for hotdogs, saw the sights and got caught in a thunderstorm. Sara and Drew entered a draw for a chance to participate in a B-Daman tournament. 24 lucky kids out of 150 entrants were chosen to play in the tournament Friday afternoon. We waited around for the draw, and I had warned them that they may not be picked. Although they had both watched the show on YTV, neither of them had ever played in a tournament. To our amazement, BOTH of them were drawn as participants. Drew made it through three games, before being overloaded with B-balls that just wouldn't stay out of the way. Sara made it in to the second round and was beat out in a sudden death tie breaker. It was a lot of fun screaming at the top of my lungs, cheering them on. They both won some cool prizes and had a great time. Drew was a bit upset being beat out so soon in the tournament, because he knew that the kid who beat him won by sheer luck, instead of skill, but hey, at least he got to play!


And now for our top story.....

SUPERMAN

Yes, yes, I got my wish.....hellooooooo Superman.
The movie....was awesome.
Brandon Routh as SUPERMAN.....was awesome
Kevin Spacey as Luthor....was awesome
Just awesome......
HOWEVER

I'm terribly pissed by something that happens at the end of the movie. It's almost like the producers/directors/writers needed to wrap it up and completely FORGOT that there was a perfectly good way to solve the situation.

Okay, so I warned you, I'm going to tell you how it ends because I'm a little pissed and need to get it outta my system because my husband just thinks I'm a freaking geek who should just learn to watch a movie and enjoy it rather then being a stickler for details, but listen, I need to get this out because I just can't believe that I'm the only one out there who could see a simpler solution that wasn't such a wussy move. **BREATHE**

So, Superman, of course, saves the world. How he does it and why is not important here. What's important is that he dies.
Now, he dies because his already weakened state (Lex Luthor stabbed him with a hunk of kryptonite) can't handle his crashing fall back to earth after saving the world. Yes, he falls from earth's outer atmosphere back onto earth.

Okay, so, he's rushed to the hospital, where they try everything to bring him back to life....they just can't find a way to bring his heartrate back up. ***DUMBASS WRITER ALERT*** There is a way, for Superman to regain his strength after exposure to Kryptonite...there is a way for Superman to increase his strength and well-being. And ANY Superman geek knows what it is....except it seems, for the ***DUMBASS WRITERS***

Enter Lois Lane and son.

Now we all know that Lois and Superman had a son, but it's not apparent early in the movie that kid is really Superman's kid until he pulls some superhero stunts...but let me tell you, when they walked into Superman's hospital room I knew just what was going to happen and I was FREAKING out. I actually BLURTED out loud in the theatre that if she kisses him and he wakes up I'm going to have a fit.
I yelled at the screen "He's SUPERMAN, NOT Snow White"
And she kisses him.....*deep breath*.....nothing happens....but I'm already stomping my feet because I KNOW the kid is going to kiss him, which he does, and of course in the next scene all is well, Superman is healed yadayadayada. I am seriously pissed....
Here's why....
When Superman is brought into the hospital, Martha Kent, his earth mother, is in the crowd. SHE, like any good mother, KNOWS what heals her son. BUT, the ***DUMBASS WRITERS*** forget what heals Superman.
The ending would have been so much better if Martha had just gone up to Superman's room and opened the blinds. Just opened the blinds, that's all she had to do. Or, or, have the KID open the blinds, he is after all a superkid, he knows that he is, so he would know to let the sunglight in.
Because SUNLIGHT is where Superman gets his energy.
Superman is mythology, not a fairy tale.
Let the sun shine in. Fire the man back up.
But no, he's healed by a kiss.
And now I'm highly disturbed. They took a really great movie and gave it a suckass ending and ruined my whole night.

But now I feel better....sorta.

And now back to our regularily scheduled programming...