Archives For November 30, 1999

You may assume you know the answer. But if you answered “pride,” I’m sorry to say you are dead wrong.

A group of cougars is commonly referred to as “twihards,” as in, intense older-aged female fans of the Twilight series. They are often categorized by their “Team Edward” or “Team Jacob” overly snug apparel and unabashed cat-calls directed towards half-dressed, half-their-age actors.

I was indoctrinated last year when Aksarben Cinema ran a Twilight movie marathon. Up to that point, I hadn’t read a single page of any of the books in the series or seen any of the movies.

I thought to myself, “What better way to find out what all the hype is about than by taking in all of the movies back-to-back (-to-back-to-back) in one sitting?”

Did I mention that Aksarben Cinema has a bar serving alcohol? I am not sure who decided to build a bar in a movie theater, but whoever it was must have envisioned how much cougars would swarm to these watering holes during movie marathons.

Cougars tend to travel in packs and this movie-going experience was no exception.I, myself, gathered together a few of my besties and we were entertained not only by what was on the big screen but also by the behavior of our fellow audience members.

I found it a bit hypocritical that every female in the theater would undoubtedly raise an eye brow and publicly shame any man who admitted getting hot and bothered by young actresses (think Olsen twins). Yet, from the moment Taylor Lautner, who plays Jacob in the Twilight movies, removed his shirt – he was only 16 when the first Twilight movie came out – women were crawling over the seats pawing and purring at the screen.

Mary Kate Olsen getting cozy with her creepy uncle…eerrrr…boyfriend Olivier Sarkowzy at a Knicks game.

Don’t look at me that way, Jacob. You are a child.

Fast forward one year, and I am preparing to experience yet another Twilight marathon with my friends. The tickets are bought. The anticipation is killing me.

We will begin around lunch time when we settle back into our seats and won’t leave until the closing credits scroll down the screen after the fifth and final installment concludes.

Yes, it is ridiculous. I mean, who in their right mind thinks it’s a good idea to stare at a screen for over 10 hours straight? The answer to that question is simple: Anyone who enjoys catching glimpses of Edward (portrayed by Robert Pattinson, who I might add, is still too young for this cougar, but has always been OF LEGAL AGE).

Maybe I did snap this photo of Edward last year during the movie marathon. Judge, judge away.

Feel free to leave a comment if you are brave enough to admit to succumbing to guilty pleasures like the Twilight movie marathon. Or simply wish me luck on staying awake past 10 p.m.

Created by Heidi Woodard

A princess, a pirate, and Napoleon Dynamite walk into a bar and…just kidding…that’s what my kids are dressing up as this year for Halloween.

Have a safe and fun night to all those trolling the streets for candy. Here’s a fun video from Discovery News that explains how Halloween originated.

click on this link to see video –>> Halloween’s Beginning

Created by Heidi Woodard

I started a tradition when my boys were very young. We would pack lunches on the weekend and walk a trail together at Fontenelle Forest in Bellevue.

This trail led us through a canopy of trees, across railroad tracks, and ended along the riverside where we would spread out a blanket and enjoy a picnic and random conversation. Once we were done eating and solving worldly issues, we would retrace our steps before collapsing exhausted back into our car and heading home.

Over the next several years, the trail was the only thing that stayed the same. The two boys matured and welcomed a little sister to the mix. The car became a minivan. The mom became less stressed (well, technically, the mom shifted her stress to a whole new batch of stuff).

Life was good.

But as the famous book Love you forever by Robert Munsch so eloquantly describes, “That little boy grew. And he grew and he grew and he grew.”

And in my oldest’s son’s case, that little boy grew monster feet and an even bigger attitude.

After listening to nonstop complaining about his heat-induced headache, how he didn’t like the bugs, and how he couldn’t suffer one more step, I looked at my oldest and threatened that this would be the last time he made the trek with us. His response hit me like a ton of bricks…

“Good!”

He is stubborn like his father and thinks he’s right all the time like me.

So what’s a mom to do but allow him to be him? To change with the seasons and float wherever the wind takes him?

I still have two more children who generally think the Earth revolves around me. They enjoy doing activities with me and with each other.

So why is it so hard to swallow the fact that I can no longer force HIM to enjoy what I do? He is becoming his own man before my very eyes and I am both proud and mournful.

He said to all of us that day, “I would rather be different than like everyone else.”

And I knew exactly what he meant.

I just wanted HIM to be like ME for a little while longer.

Is that too much to ask?

IS GETTING ME A DAMN KLEENEX TOO MUCH TO ASK?!

Created by Heidi Woodard