The Weekend of Movies

Weekends with my hubby? The best! What could be better than hanging out with my best friend?

What am I doing? Why I am writing a blogpost about my weekend before the weekend is actually over! I am so proud of myself.

Friday night we had a date night. Yes, after 27 years of marriage, I still love a date night.

There is a Golf Club in this tiny town. No we don't golf. Well, I don't golf, hubby does. I drive the golf cart. :)  Anyway... we joined the golf club for the winter season. Not for golfing, of course. Confused? There is a quite nice restaurant there (which, believe me, the words nice and restaurant and this town do not go together). Anyway... we joined the golf club for $5 so we can eat there through the winter. We did it last year and really enjoyed it. Very reasonable fee, if you ask me.

Friday night we had dinner there (yummy!) and then went to see the movie The Help. Have you seen it? It's a pretty good movie. The book is next on the list for me to read. I've been told it's a good read. (I must pause here to say how it was a big deal to see a movie in the theater in this town. The theater closed down several months ago and we have been without ever since and have had to resort to driving for an hour to see a movie. The theater here opened again recently under new management.)

I know this is all quite riveting, but, hey, when one lives in a small town in the middle of nothing, things like this count.

Saturday found us heading to a local apple orchard. If only we had little kids to take there for all the chaos fun they were offering. Goodness, there were a lot of kids. We just bought apples. Obvious, huh? But have you ever had a HoneyCrisp apple? One from Minnesota? They are THE best! I've tried imposter HoneyCrisps grown in other states, but they really do have a different taste. The ones grown here are sooo good.

Saturday evening we watched True Grit.  Can I say our reaction to that movie was: meh? I know lots of people loved it and even found some spiritual message in it. We just couldn't see it. Seeking revenge and killing seems not very spiritual.

Sunday found us doing the usual, church, lunch out and a nap and watching football. I'll just leave it at that. I will say that both of us did not participate in both activities. One watched football, one napped. Guess.

And now I will write about the most exciting thing that happened this weekend. Before I tell you about it, I'll show you a picture of it:

This is a picture of the kitchen window over the kitchen sink. What you don't see are all the bugs and ewww that were on the window and the screen. It's a big deal to me that the window is clean now because I've looked through all the yuck for almost a year. It was one of those jobs that I kept putting off. This house has windows that tilt in for easy cleaning. The trick is to figure out how exactly to do that. And this window is over the sink, so not very easy to get at. So I asked Hubby to help. He provided the muscle and the engineering know-how and I provided the Windex and the rag and the internet surfing. What does internet surfing have to do with washing windows? I wasn't just sitting there letting Hubby do all the work. I Googled the brand of window to figure out how exactly to get the windows tilted in for that easy washing feature. Once again, Google came through! (How did we ever survive before we had that resource?)

Now that I know how to work those windows, I have no excuse to start working on the other windows in the house. Sigh.

After all that rigorous internet surfing window washing was done, I decided to head to the basement to watch one of the chick-flicks I have recorded on the DVR. I settled in with my yummy HoneyCrisp apple and spoonful of peanut butter (best snack ever invented), and hit play for the movie 27 Dresses. It was a lot better than I though it would be, but I have no idea how it ended. The recording stopped before it was over! Sad. Now I think I'll have to rent it.

And now that there is only 25 minutes left to the weekend, I better hit the publish button.