Good Mother's Day

So, I got a CD of Brian's class singing "You are my sunshine" and a crock pot, but it is a really cool one so that is okay. We went to see Star Trek at my request, because I am a nerd from way back. Prior to the movie we saw previews for two separate action movies based upon toys, a third directed by Tim Burton, a fourth in which our heros travel through time to the land of lost toys everything, another one that takes place in a museum, and I am pretty sure there was a sixth, but I can't remember. By the time the previews were over I was worn out with fight scenes and explosions, which was too bad because the movie was full of them. Other than that though, I really liked it. The actors who played the characters of my childhood did an excellent job of playing younger versions of them without seeming like they were doing impressions. And for those of you who are wondering how they can make a prequel without being inconsistent, well I just have to say, "Have you seen science fiction? I mean, you do know how easy it is to mess up a time line and create an alternate reality, right? Okay then."

Evan went with us. We got some quick dinner after and both Andrew and David called me. Carl called in the morning, and Alice, Andrew's girlfriend even called to say Happy Mother's Day.

Really, Mother's Day is the best when the kids are older.


****Warning to all male persons, female parts discussed below*****

All the activity helped distract me from the fact that my uterus is pissing me off. I'm seeing my family doc on Tuesday who will probably send me to another doc who specializes in troublesome uteruses (uteri?). I sat down and had a firm talk with her (the uterus, that is, my family doc is a guy). I reminded her about what happened to the gallbadder fifteen years ago. I wouldn't take this crap from the appendix and though I acknowledge a debt of gratitude for past services rendered that only goes so far.