Chilly Sunday

My friend and I took our daughters to see Twilight last night. Sweet jesus, did that movie suck. Worse than the book, which was all kinds of awful.

It was bitterly cold, and frankly I was surprised to see so many people out. We were all idiots. Particularly those of us who got ice cream afterward.

What really irked me, and I feel awfully Andy Rooney about this, but it's a line I've evidently crossed, was the appalling lack of manners. I know I was a jerk as a teen/early adult. But I can't remember being so fucking obnoxious.

• There was the group of kids who were also trying to find a place to park, one of whom jumped out of their fucking car to stand in the parking spot we were about to pull in.
• There was the group of kids who were in the ice cream store standing in front of the door and burping and talking really, really loudly.
• There was the group of kids who would walk a foot, stop and shuffle around, walk another foot, stop and shuffle and basically block our way to the bathroom, and sweet mother of god, there are other people in the fucking world, you know?

Gah. The horrible movie was just icing on the cake.

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2009 has not begun auspiciously. Not only was half of E's department laid off, but his hours have been cut, which means we've lost 1/3 of his income. Delightful.

It's bad, but even worse is the near constant parade of death. Within the last few weeks, my cousins' father died, then their grandfather (the father's father) and the grandfather's sister just died within a day of each other. And this morning, my mother-in-law called and told us that my husband's cousin died last night. Brain cancer. Only 28. God. This is fucking awful.

I'm trying to remind myself of the good things in my life and not worry so much. It's hard.