Day 319 or File This Under "W"

File this under "W" for "What the Freckle?" !!! Let me just warn you -- this is not a heart-warming look at motherhood kind of post, or a change the world inspirational post. No, this is a rant.

Last night, I was syncing my iPhone with my new computer. And I was tempted by the little button informing me that I was not up-to-date. What? Has this computer seen my closet? I'm never out of season so I certainly can't be out of date. So I pushed that little button which embarked me on a four hour odyssey.

And much like Homer's Odyssey of old, there were a few unexpected bumps and bruises along the way. But unlike Odysseus, I did not finally arrive back to all I had before.

First off, let me warn you fellow non-techies (Computer geeks may tune out for this paragraph). If you are syncing with a new computer, make sure that you have "authorized" that computer before starting the process. I thought that I had but evidently had not. This is VERY important. Because when iTunes told me that I had not properly executed such directive, it was at the point of telling me that all my purchased items could not be transferred to the library. Point of fact for those of you interested, this is TOO late. I have lost all my apps. UGH!!!!!

Now you might say that is a steep sacrifice but you now have the most up-to-date (old) iPhone possible. But what did I get for that? I got a phone that looks wet. I'm not kidding. It looks like water is under the screen. And that's what a mother of two young kids wants to see -- droplets of water on her iPhone. What "genius" over at Apple came up with that?

In fairness, I must say that the new facebook app I could now download was awesome. And I love that I can send photos with texts. But please!!! Not a fair trade for all my apps plus all my settings, thank you!

Okay. I feel a little better now. At least, until I unlock my phone and see all the black screen where apps were. And then the hex on Steve Jobs is SOOOO back on! (Just kidding. I'm not a stalker or anything. Well not a stalker in the real world. Virtual stalking doesn't count, right? LOL!)

Day Seventy - Four or Excuse My Rant

Okay, folks. I am providing full warning. I am about to rant. It has nothing to do with my growth, being a mommy, or anything otherwise apropos to my blog. But I really need to rant!!!!

People. People. People. Do not take little kids to scary movies!!!!!!!!!

My husband and I rarely get to see a film that does not involve food-related weather, superhero animals, or singing chipmunks. So when we have a babysitter opportunity and get to see adult films (not porno -- minds out of sewer, people) we jump at the chance.

Now we had heard all the buzz about "Paranormal Activity" and as we were staying with my parents and the kids wanted to have grandparent time, we saw our opportunity. We embarked upon our "adult time" evening.

We buy our tickets. Although it is a school night, we notice a lot of kids but we assumed that they were attending either "Astro Boy" or the new Jim Carrey "Christmas Carol". Oh how naive were we!

We barely made the film in time, so we hustled into the theater. While it was already dark, we could see not one little head but easily ten little heads. What the fudgesicle pop?

This film has been advertised as the scariest movie ever. (I didn't necessarily agree but that's another story.) Five and six year-olds have no business seeing this film! Not only is it rude to the other people in the theater -- screaming children, escorting them out and then dragging them back in ?!?!? -- but what are they doing to the kids? I cannot imagine the nightmares that happened that night or tonight for that matter.

Get a sitter, people. If you can't, wait for the DVD. I know sitters cause money. That's why my husband and I rarely get a date night. We do not impose our children on other's date nights so please do us the same respect. But most importantly, do not do that to your kids.

Okay, rant is over. We will now resume normal programming.