Another weekend has come and gone. What do we have to show for it? Nothing. Not a damn thing. We don't have anything to show for anything. Ever. I'm just being grumpy because it's over. I guess you could say we have the wonderful memories to show for it. But what are those? The mundaneITY of it all. Where's the spark of life? For life? What is it that causes that special memory to embed itself in your brain? What about this weekend will I remember a week from now? a month? a year? 10, 20, 40 years from now? Nothing. There will be nothing. It's almost like you have to be traumatized in some way to remember it forever. Why does it have to be bad? Why can't there be an antithesis to trauma? All dictionary.com can come up with is healing, help, relief, calm, peace, blessing. I guess maybe relief or blessing could possibly make an impact, depending on how they were used. But traumatic, trauma, that is just so BIG. No one can argue that one. But little things are blessings as well as big things, so blessing really doesn't work. Wow what a relief! I think that could work, but again, a relief could be that you went and took a piss. How memorable is that? But a traumatic event, now that is memorable, but again it's bad.

My daughter is talking more clearly every day, these changes are not evident day to day necessarily but when compared to a month ago or even two weeks ago, one can see the difference. And I guess in a way, that is how memory works. It's so many things going on that changes that are small are not stored as memorable. But, it's these small changes added up over time that the memory can pull up and one can see why it is memorable. Spending the time together with the family to make them happy, not necessarily you, which in time will make you happy, will be remembered as something good. All that to say that this weekend, while not memorable, will be remembered. Someone will remember.

By the way, it was a memorable weekend because I just remembered what I did.

I'm in my 30s or 40s and we went to the movies, left the kids with Grandma, and not only were we out past 10, we saw a midnight movie and didn't fall asleep. Well, ok, 3 of the 4 of us did not go to sleep. I was so proud of us. I had to psych myself up the whole time just to be able to "hang". We saw Couple's Retreat and Zombieland. Both were hilarious. Or really funny. I almost believed Vince Vaughn as the "sane" one. Almost. I just can't. He's too much of a joker to ever be serious about anything. And that's what he'll be to me forever. Sorry dude. And Woody, what can I say, the scene with Bill Murray was priceless. And that's Jo's No Nonsense of the day.