A couple of weeks ago, my sister-in-law and I took The Girl, Woodrow & Pershing to OMSI to see Body Worlds & The Brain. Luckily, we bought our tickets on line and walked right in past about 150 people who didn't have the forethought to buy online and had to stand outside in the rain, while we leisurely explored the bodies. Well...we looked at the bodies. That sounded a little naughty.
Anyhoo. It was incredible. You start out looking at bones and about 15 minutes into the exhibition you get to a body. He's sitting cross-legged and he really just looks like a plastic guy. As a matter of fact, I had to show The Girl the signs that say these are PEOPLE. Not soylent green. Just about the time we saw the first guy, Woodrow started feeling a little queasy. Which is just like his father. When we were kids, if I fell and cut myself who could I count on to get me home and bandaged up? Not my brother! He would get a white and sweaty and almost pass out. Anyway, I asked Woodrow if it was the plasticy guy who was making him queasy and he said "No, it was those ear bones". Ear Bones. You heard me.
They looked like this only about 1 one hundred this size. I could literally fit them all on the tip of my finger.
Later in the exhibition, Woodrow and I were looking at a man who was posed as a baseball player. We were enjoying the organs and muscles and Woodrow had gotten over his queasiness when his eyes drifted down into the groinal regional. "What?! Oh my ga...WHY DID THEY PUT THAT ON THERE?!" Were his exact words. I tried to explain that they kept every one anatomically correct. "I just didn't think they would put one of those on there though". I died. Later, we discovered that the girls were anatomically correct as well. The giraffe? Definitely a male. Definitely.
Pershing is only 7 so he's blissfully unaware of the awkwardness of looking at a dead guys wiener, but Woodrow is in 6th grade and he's had to take that terrible class were they split the boys and girls and send you into different rooms and make you learn about the other side's anatomy and then they return you all to the same room to contemplate what's under each others clothes.
I trip through the gift shop is always in order. Check out the Big Brain on The Girl!
After the dead people, we went to the Bagdad Theater. Tim and I used to go there when we were singles and didn't have anyone else to go on a date with. You can eat your lunch, drink beer and watch a movie all at the same time. Plus! They have sofas instead of theater seats. We managed to watch the worst movie of all time. Not joking you here. Worst. Cowboys vs. Aliens. I will give it one star for showing us multiple shots of Daniel Craig's butt though. I can't believe Harrison Ford would even think of being in this movie. The bad part for me was that I went into it thinking, just by the title, that this was going to be a comedy. I spent the first half hour wondering when it would get funny.
Why do both of our kids insist on making stupid faces in every picture? I usually make them take the picture over, but not anymore. This is how they will look in family photo albums from now on.
My last found photo comes from my Boss' camera. It can be a risky situation, when he asks you to take some photos off his camera because you never know what you're going to find and some things you just can't un-see. But this time, it's a special treat. A baby owl! An Owlet!
I will leave you with a list of things I enjoy today:
1. My Husband's Grandma's brass bells. They hang on a strip of red velvet and they only come out at Christmas. I just put them up on Sunday. I had to consult several family members to see what they looked like when they hung in her house as I only got the bells and not the velvet. After they have been hanging in our house for about 6 or 7 years now, The Brown eyed Man suddenly thinking that they used to hang on green velvet. Ugh...
2. My three nephews. They are all becoming little men. The 14 year old is carrying on conversations unprovoked and eating everything on his plate without a tantrum. The 11 year old knows everything. EVERYTHING. The 7 year old tells all kinds of interesting stories and you can never tell when it's the truth or not. A while back he was telling me about a trip to Mexico that he had taken. I said that I never knew he had gone to Mexico. He replied "It was before I knew you". So, it must have been a past life or it happened in the 4 hours it took me to get there after he was born.
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