The District Leads the Nation in Twi-Tards!

In case you haven’t heard, there is a little series of books called Twilight and they decided to make them into movies. This has lead to a bunch of sexually-charged women pining for love and who we affectionately call Twi-tards. I thought this series was for teenagers, but boy was I wrong. Our demographic was 1% men (who must have done something wrong and are being punished), 10% teenage girls, and the remaining 89% women (sometimes referred to as cougars). They come wearing their Team Jacob and Team Egghead t-shirts, although the best t-shirt I saw said “The Book Version.” At least I was able to put Team Football and Team Utah Jazz on our video walls to try and get more testosterone in the building. However, I think a couple of my single managers were enjoying the scenery for the weekend. But I can’t complain too much. For the 2nd year in a row my theatre, The District, has led the entire nation in total dollars and attendance for the Twilight movies! All 20 screens were sold out for the midnight show Friday morning. On Saturday alone, we were sooo close to reaching 20,000 for the day. Fun fact: that is how many people the Energy Solutions Arena holds and we beat the attendance at the Jazz game that day.

The calm before the storm. . .

. . .and after the Twi-Hard Twi-Tards descended upon our lobby for the midnight show.

Lost

LOST:
My Marbles

WHERE:
If I knew that they wouldn’t be lost.

WHEN:
A few here and there over the last few years, but the majority in the last few months.

HOW MANY:
A lot. Have you seen the size of my head?

Lately it seems that I forget the simplest of tasks. It is really getting irritating.


Last night I had a bowl of ice cream. DE-LISH! This morning when I went to put the milk back in the fridge after breakfast I noticed a strange container in there as well. That’s right. I put the ice cream away in the fridge. It was a soupy mess. At least it wasn’t in the pantry.

A few days ago I put dinner in the oven and went downstairs to play with the kids. I felt just like June Cleaver. When the oven timer went off we all came upstairs to eat. That’s when I noticed that there wasn’t any rice cooking on the stove. I yelled, “Oh crap!” Two small voices behind me repeated my words in unison. (At least I said crap, right?) Anyway, rice was a key ingredient to that meal. How did I forget that? I have no idea. But dinner was delayed and we were all hungry and ornery.

Last week Andy asked me to pick up some shampoo for him at Target. When I got home, he pointed out that it was conditioner. Oops. We were going out on a “date” the next night and he said we could pick some up then. I use the term “date” loosely, as dinner was followed by a romantic stroll down the toy aisle at WalMart. We found some great Christmas presents for the twins. When we got home, however, we realized that we both forgot the shampoo. So Andy said he would run over to the Target next to his theater and pick some up the next day. I asked him to see if they also had a pair of glittery red Fancy Nancy dress up shoes for Makenzie since they were out of stock at the Target by our house. He kindly obliged and also found some cute snow toys for the kids. When he pulled the stuff out of the bag to show me I noticed there wasn’t any shampoo in the bag. I won’t repeat the words he uttered at that time.

A few months ago I would have blamed my stupidity on the phenomenon known in the medical community as “Momnesia.” Based on Andy’s recent behavior, however, I feel that it is caused by something deeper. I am convinced that there are some toxic fumes seeping into our house that are causing this. Perhaps it is the compost pile that my neighbor to the north (DAD!) has been baking all summer. He recently stirred it up putting more leaves in there and it is quite ripe. Or maybe we have changed one two many toxic diapers. But more than likely the answer is simply that Andy & I both need more sleep. Nonetheless, I really miss having all of my marbles. So please, be on the look out for them. Or at the very least buy me some for Christmas.

Broke Back Bathroom

It broke Andy's back. . .again.
It broke our budget.
And it caused many breakdowns on my behalf.
But the downstairs bathroom is finally done!

Well, 99% done anyway. We are still waiting for 2 pieces of tile that are out of stock to come in. I've decided, however, that it may take another 3 months for that to happen.

That's just one of the many problems we encountered during the course of this project. I'm pretty sure that we had more problems finishing this bathroom than we did building our entire house. No exaggeration. But was it worth it? The answer is a resounding YES!

We spend a lot of time in the basement, especially in the winter months. I love the fact that I don't have to walk all the way upstairs whenever I have to use the bathroom. Especially because that is a frequent event these days. Not to mention that I get winded walking up 13 steps now. It was only a month and a half ago that I hiked for miles in the Arizona desert heat. Now I feel like Sir Edmund Hilary just by climbing a flight of stairs. If only the two little people in my house would let go in there and take care of business by myself. . .

But I digress. I am really happy with the way it turned out. Kudos to Andy for all of his hard work. My dad and brother also deserve a shout out for their help. Way to go boys!