Girls On The Gridiron

a suprisingly good movie for Nick Cage, of national treasure fame. Compelling and believable enough to keep me watching.

Though I still come back to the fact that he named his kid after a character from superman. I hope he sends him to a really elite private school. But even then, you have to wonder if the old money kids make fun of the new money kids. Like whichever genius named her kid Apple. I don’t care how much you make and where you send your kid, but giving them names like that is really going to screw them up. It’s bad enough these stars are in movies all the other kids can make fun of, you have to name them after a piece of fruit or superman’s father? Nice parenting kiddies.

This is what I get for the one time giving in to a consumer driven desire for the latest gadget.

This rate of return is worse then the market!

I can’t believe it’s going to hit 102 degrees, I’m pregnant and I have to commute an hour and a half each way to the city. It’s going to be lots of fun trying to catch a cab or wait for the subway when I get home. Where did I go wrong, this certainly doesn’t feel like it’s worth it. Not for a moment.

Oh I remember. It gives us health insurance. That’s why.

Our child will be born the year we had our first African American lead the Democratic party in a presidential bid.

And I hope that the year our child is born is the year in which we finally see our first African American president. I would be so proud to save that election newspaper, and pull it out every birthday and say this is the man we elected in the weeks before your birth. This is the man who put our country back on track and inspired generations.

Nights are the hardest, when you are pregnant and your husband can’t be home. Especially when you are tired from a long day commuting to a crowded city to work at a job you hate. On a day when a nosy coworker asks if you are planning to stay home and it strikes a chord because you really want to. Even after 18 years of education and a decade climbing the corporate ladder. But you don’t know if you can, if that will even be a realistic possibility.

Too tired from your commute you come home and stay on the couch, reading another hundred pages of your book. Drained. Waiting for the husband to come home and the weekend to come, so at least you can have a little rest.