My Date

Last night Ben and I had the opportunity to go out on a much needed date. The church was offering free babysitting from 6-11 p.m., so we decided to take advantage of that. We both dressed nice and set out to spend time together. Now, remember that Longview is a small town without many options of things to do for a date, so it was basically dinner and a movie...but in the opposite order. Once we arrived at the theater we realized that our options for movies were limited also, and since we don't watch horror flicks and weren't interested in either of the 2 children's movies that were playing, we ended up watching the wonderful and terribly realistic Ghostrider. I must say that this is a movie that definitely should be watched only on TV, because the commercials that would come on intermittently during the show would be the best part of it. Of course, there were memorable lines from the show...."You are alright?"
"Yeah, I'm good. I feel like my skull is on fire, but I'm good." Also, the caretaker calls him Bonehead....really clever for a guy whose skull is his head. Or this one..."I'm the only one who can walk in both worlds. I'm Ghost Rider." Ooh....that got me motivated to want to watch him kick some demon butt. After the movie we went to eat at the Outback. We picked it because we hadn't been there in a while and because it is relatively quiet. We normally would have picked the Roadhouse, but we didn't want to be in all that noise. Our service at Outback was terrible for the first time ever and the food wasn't that great. BUT, Ben and I had a great time just talking and laughing without having to tell kids to stop fighting, or wipe up a spilled drink. We picked the kids up about 10:30 and then headed home. Cole was complaining about his finger hurting because he bent it playing basketball. I just dismissed it as a bruised finger and a tired boy, so I told him to go to sleep and he would feel better in the morning. Didn't I say the same thing to him 2 weeks ago about his eye? I was wrong then, and I was wrong this time too! I have got to stop saying that!! He woke up with a swollen, purple finger and he refused to bend it or touch it. After talking with the doctor on the phone, we decided it was probably jammed and now he has two fingers taped together to hold them stable. He still won't touch it or use it, but I think it will get better soon.