Lindsay's Family. I love them. I think they rock.

They came up to visit this past weekend. Thursday through Sunday.

Who all came up? Well, thanks for asking. Her parents, her sister and her 2 year old niece all came up.

Recipe for a good time -- or recipe for disaster™?

Maybe I should set the mood a little more. This should do it: They were all staying at our house.

Dun dun duuuun!

If you said disaster, you, friend, were correct.

I've never been happier for a Monday.

The kid... Was not... Happy here... At all... Tantrum after tantrum after tantrum. Mommy Do! Mommy Do! Mommy Do! Waaaaaaaaaaah! Rinse. Repeat (about a dozen times). On Sunday, at lunch, Lindsay asks the niece if she had a good time at our house... "No." Over and over during the visit, I'd ask the niece a question. She'd look at me. Blink. Look away and pretend I did not exist. Eric's feeling were hurt by this.

I'm thinking that a ho-tel might have provided a suitable buffer for the newly named No-Two-Year-Old-Zone that is my house.

My biggest stupid complaint about Lins' family staying with us (aside from the tantrums -- the niece's and mine) is that *our* house starts to smell like *her parents'* house. This tranformation is complete by the beginning of the first morning. The house reeks of coffee (Lins and I hate coffee), stale farts and cigarette smoke.

I absolutely love Lindsay's family though. I just like to bitch about stuff a lot, and well, this is the perfect place for me to do just that.

Again: I love Linday's family very much. If you read this, please read it with a grain of salt.

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9/11

Talk about taking you back to the worst day of your life...

First, I am very pissed off that CBS used this movie to make any sort of money in any sort of way. CBS sold adverstisements to Nextel. CBS made money because they showed a documentary of the most tragic event from my lifetime. That friends, is dirty money. I do not respect that at all. I think it's a shallow and horribly unethical move -- much like all the people that are raking in money by putting the American flag on lighters, bumper stickers and t-shirts.

In order to keep it more "real", they didn't bleep out "language". I respect that. I don't understand what the big deal with language is anyway. They should be able to use the F-bomb on Everybody Loves Raymond, as far as I'm concerned. Language is not something that I'm offended by. I think that's pretty obvious if you read this page on any sort of regular basis.

In the "keeping it real" vein of things, I'm pissed off that they used music to tug at your heartstrings. It just made me feel dirty when I would tear up. I was being coerced into crying. I don't particularly enjoy feeling like I'm somebody's puppet. The documentary was genuinely sad enough without the "you should cry here or else you're a bastard" music.

Those gripes aside it was a hauntingly beautiful and powerful documentary.

I'm glad that I watched it.