Stereotypical.

Sunday evenings and Monday mornings- the posts are always eerily similar aren't they? A stereotypical weekend recap, if you will.

Oh wait, what was that?
You say that you want to hear about various, well thought out and carefully chronologically ordered moments that are worthy of mention from my weekend? Well I'm so flattered that you asked!

1. One of my favorite things that I did this weekend was go to see Ramona & Beezus with my little sister and company. Every female young adult has delved into the magic that is Beverly Cleary's Ramona Quimby, right?! If not, get to it!

Imagine the following scenario: During the film, as Ramona wittily decides to crack a hard boiled egg using the brute strength of her noggin alone, the audience is astonished to discover that the egg had actually been in its original state and not hard boiled as we were led to believe. As one could only imagine, after the branding crack, yolk oozed steadily and slowly in thick drips down poor Ramona's hair and face. Laughter immersed in the theater so I decided to look down the aisle at my little sister to see her reaction. 

Sara sat next to me, slouched down in her seat, bug eyed, mouth wide with both hands attached palm down onto her cheeks. I couldn't help but to think that she very much resembled Macaulay Culkin from Home Alone.You know this classic image.

Next to Sara sat her best friend, Nicole. Nicole was equally horrified at the situation as she was sitting upright in her chair, legs tucked to her chin with her arms linked around them. Our cousin McKenzie brought up the rear of our row. With both elbows placed on each arm rest, she sat with her pointer fingers touching the temples of her forehead, simply wide eyed.

I laughed gently at the situation presented before me, watching each of these girls mentally taking notes for what NOT to do in the classroom amongst their peers.
2. Sweetie Pie and Rex from the previous post simply made my Saturday worth while.

Collectively, my two families now have four dogs total- all quite unique in their personal attributes.

Daisy (a Maltese) is the eldest. Practically blind and deaf, her senses are only aroused when Cesar Canine Cuisine is at stake.

Max is our dachshund that is more commonly known as a "weiner dog." With legs that are way too short for his body, he is a hoot to watch waddling about the house.

Sweetie Pie is the exact opposite of Max. She is a mutt that is equipped with frighteningly long legs that leap and bound with the skill of a hyena. If it wasn't for her chihuahua-like face, I would seriously consider questioning whether or not domesticity is the best suit for her.
Finally, Rex rounds out our circle of pets- the youngest and smallest of the lot. Tiny enough to keep tucked away in a handbag, this weekend Rex began practicing his ferocious bark, more of a yelp really. So determined to be intimidating I'm sure, all I could really do while witnessing the affair was to crack a smile.
3. Last night I also finished my latest novel, The Thorn Birds, which was a story with flawless writing and an intoxicating, page turning plot.
"The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it."