I'm done for sure now.

When you're the kind of person who covers their face and yells out "NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!" during a horror movie TRAILER, you probably shouldn't be someone who goes to see the movie.

Good advice. Right? Yeah. I should have taken it. My own advice no less. 

I used to be a horror movie freak! I loved them. I would watch them all the time. They didn't scare me. Just made me a little jumpy and laugh when it was over. And then after I saw The Ring, all bets were off.  I completely stopped seeing all horror movies of any type ever. I mean...it was so terrifying,  I would make Ryan walk me to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I would literally wake him up and tell him to walk me to the bathroom. And he did. For 2 weeks. So yeah, I just was done with them.

Jump to 11 years later, THIS gem of a movie comes out. I saw the trailer and realized...it was going to be just torture. But the actors are amazing. (I love anything Lily Taylor does) And it's based on a true story. TRUE STORY!!! So how could I pass it up? And it wasn't one of those blood and guts movies like the SAW movies or a shaky camera movie like Paranormal Activity. Cause I wouldn't have seen them in the first place. And in the second place I would throw up from the motion.

So I said to my bestie, " BESTIE, I think I want to see this movie. It looks creepy and scary and I might die, but let's see it!" I also showed the trailer to some friends who were over for dinner. And when the second trailer began playing, I screamed so loud I scared my friends. Ha ha ha..I'm THAT scary movie person.

So bestie said to me...."We're going to see this movie for my birthday." Bestie and I take each other out for movies and lunch for our birthdays. It's fun. And it's the best gift. But because this movie looked so scary we enlisted the assistance of our husbands too. Poor suckers.

Jump to the movie. We have our burgers and fries. We're getting settled in. Bestie and I in the middle...husbands flanking our sides. Ready...and FUCK! The trailer for Insidious 2 NOT COOL. I will not be seeing this one. 

Am I supposed to be so scared that I pee my pants BEFORE the movie even starts? I didn't think so. 

Well...the movie is terrifying. Like it says in all the reviews. So terrifying in fact, I am crying throughout the movie from laughing out of pure fear. (Yeah...I laugh when I'm scared.)

The thing about this movie that makes it terrifying is this.....they make you wait and anticipate the horrible thing that goes bump in the night. But they draw that shit out to an almost ridiculous length. I mean. Almost too much. AAAALLLLMOOOSSTTT..But it's really the perfect amount to make you almost shit yourself. There are very few shocking scenes. But there is one where I screamed so loud that Ryan turned to me and said, "Wow! That was really loud!" Whoops.

AND....at one point I turned to bestie and whispered....."WHY ARE WE HERE?!?!" We were huddled together with our hands over our faces. Our husbands provided little if NO comfort.

After the movie we went our separate ways. I went to the restroom where I overheard people talking about me and bestie. They said:

"Did you hear those two girls freaking out during the movie?"

"Yeah! They scared the shit out of me!"

"They made the movie way more fun and scary."

You're welcome girls who loved us.

And once home I made the kids sleep in our room on the floor with the door closed. Ryan thought I was ridiculous, but by the time we all decided to go to bed, Ryan had been drinking with the neighbor and he was good and liquored. So he had no say in who slept on our floor and how we all slept. Ha! Here are the texts that bestie and I were exchanging...there were more, but I think you'll get the gist.

He got me back though. At 3:37am his phone went *BING* as he received an email. It was so loud, it woke me from a semi deep sleep, (let's face it, I wasn't sleeping all that well) caused me to punch wildly in the dark night, and then promptly yell at Ryan for leaving his phone ON. I'm sure if there were any ghosts in there at the time, they witnessed my display and drifted off laughing at me. 

I can be hilarious in the middle of the night. 

Errrrr.....what?

This happened to me the other day.

ME: So,  I'm getting ready to run with Ryan in September and it's hard for me cause I never run.

FRIEND: How long is the run?

ME: 10 miles.

FRIEND: 10 Miles? That's nothing?! Why do you have to train for that? That's not even exercise.

ME: I have never run in my life. It's not easy and I'm almost 40. So I'm not having a good time with it. It's hard.

FRIEND: But SJT....it's not even a run for exercise. That's not a big deal at all. You should be able to do that. Just get up and run it! Geez?!

ME: You'd better shut up right about now, cause you're making me mad.

Yeah...so....yeah......not everyone gets it I guess.

Miles is in love

Today marks the very FIRST "get together" that Miles has had with a girl. She's adorable. She possesses everything I would want for my son to like in a girl. (Did that sentence make sense?) Weird.

Anyway. She's here. She's cute. And funny. And talks a ridiculous amount. She's the female version of MIles. I love it. She's been in class with Miles for the past two years. But as you know...girls are gross until they aren't anymore, and then well.....it's just awkward.

If you ask Miles about C, he'll smile his goofy smile, blush quite a bit, and tell you why he likes her. "Because she's smart, and funny and likes the same books that I do." Good enough reason for me. She's his first crush.

And when she came over today, they stood and smiled at each other for a good 10 minutes. It was super adorable. But really uncomfortable. And then out of nowhere, Miles said, "You're it! What do you want to do?"

I love it. They're going on a "friend date" in August to see the next Percy Jackson movie. I'm not sure about the label they're giving it. I said..."Hey, why not just going to see a movie?" No labels, no pressure, no me having an anxiety attack because they called it a "date" in any capacity at age 9. But they just looked at me like I was nuts. Cause I'm the mom and all moms are embarrassing freaks apparently.

Aren't they sweet? Ahhhh.....too fast I tell you.