We were able to have our first soccer game of the season last weekend. There was a big opening ceremony, with mayors and councilmen and reverends--Oh my! I had my camera out and was snapping away. I may have gotten a little carried away with taking pictures of my own child, as he so eloquently informed me.
I am completely shocked these days when I read about how other countries treat their little girls. Supposedly a 40 year old man married an 8 year old girl. In this day? That has to be a sign of a backwards society--a 40 year old man marrying an 8 year old girl. That's pedophilia, by any definition. India has all but killed off most of their girls by aborting them, because they don't want to be saddled with a dowry. Now men in India who want to marry have to buy their brides instead of wooing them; CNN says there are poor girls stolen from their parents and sold for that purpose. What is wrong with these other countries that they treat their women so poorly? Girls are not property, they are not a burden, they are not to be sold by the pound. They are to be loved and cherished and nurtured into adulthood so they can love and cherish and nurture the next generation! I just need to stop reading or listening to the news. I always end up upset.
Hurricane season seemed to start with a whimper, but it certainly heated up in a hurry. I think that last week there were three storms in the Atlantic--Gabrielle, Humberto, and Ingrid. We are supposed to be getting rain from Ingrid in the Gulf and Manuel from the Pacific. I feel strongly that we need a hurricane Millicent. That just seems like a good name for a hurricane. Also, perhaps they can have a season where all the hurricanes are named after characters from the Harry Potter universe?
We FINALLY got to see the last Star Trek movie. My husband went out and bought the blu ray, and we watched at home, with commentary by Zane. He wasn't really watching the movie, he was hiding in his Boy Nest and playing games on his tablet. Every now and then he'd pop up, make some comment, then burrow back underneath his pile of pillows. He decided that he liked the character of Chekov, but I think that was mostly because of the accent. The accent made Zane giggle.
Let's try this visiting Stacy again, even if it is a little early. Last week there was some sort of glitch. Have a great day/week!