I have one goal every Monday morning at 8:00. One objective to motivate me to get out of bed after the alarm goes off (many, many times). That one thing? Friday afternoon. I could be more specific and say lately it has been the discovery of glorious Friday afternoon naps. But that sounds like I just celebrated my 31st 29th instead of my 11th. So, let’s just say my favorite time of the week is when I clock out from work on Friday and walk down the hall toward the door.
humor
My birthday road trip: Day 5 (wandering)
August 7: My original plan for the day fell through (due to my poor planning). What to do?
I decided on two objectives:
One, get a picture of the Missouri River.
Two, go shopping – specifically for souvenirs.
One task turned out to be unbelievably easy. The other, seemingly impossible.
My Birthday Road Trip: Day 3 (Independence)
The floating head (my apologies) explains day 3 video
August 5 (aka my birthday, aka the best dang day of the whole year): It had a rather inauspicious start. At 4:00am I was awakened to a big THUD coming directly above me. Apparently, the people in the room right above me wanted to get a very early start. And at least one of them was clumsy. And all of them had the singular gift of knowing which floor boards are the creakiest.
Birthday Road Trip: Day 1 (Nebraska)
My Road Trip Begins! video
August 3: My Missouri Road Trip, aka my 11th 29th birthday road trip, aka my 2013 Road Trip is officially underway. I traveled a total of 479 miles today.
One advantage of traveling alone is I picked out a couple of books on CD. I’ve been listening to Wicked. My dreams should be fairly entertaining tonight. If I get to sleep long enough to dream.
Edna and Frank
Edna and Frank
have been married a long, long time.
When asked, “A Tuesday
past forever,” is Frank’s line.
For the most part
they putter around their trailer home.
It’s been just the
two of them since their kids are grown.
They never leave.
They don’t take a vacation.
Somewhere they lost
the genteel art of conversation.
She is wearing
the same faded housedress for days.
His suspenders
over his t-shirt keep his pants in place.
Frank sits at the
table and works the crossword in the paper
while she hovers
over the stove making soup for later.
And Edna says,
“I’ve never liked the 31st.
Bad things happen
and it always turns out for the worst.
And in my view,
July 31st should be wiped away
because nothing,
no nothing good comes today.”
A few moments
later he speaks up to say,
“I don’t mind it.
After all, today is my birthday.”
“I know,” she says
and spoons the soup up in a ladle.
He continues
to work his puzzle at the table.
Edna and Frank
have been married a long, long time.
When asked, “A Tuesday
past forever,” is Frank’s line.
© 2013 ck’s days
It’s not the thing you fling
I was ready.
In 1997 I lived in Texas where I served a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. As a missionary, I spent my time preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ. At any given moment, I needed to be ready to share a profound thought usually expounding scripture.
I’ve always been a fan of adages and I collected quotes that I thought were short nuggets of profound wisdom before my mission. The more obscure the reference the better. By the time I left on my mission I had a library of rather exceptional maxims.
George
Ridiculous
R.I.P.D?
I’m not a critic. But I do enjoy going to the movie theater. I tend to go to a matinee usually by myself. Despite what popular culture leads us to believe, going to a movie is not really conducive to a date or group setting. You can’t talk and get to know each other. And popcorn wreaks havoc on the breath. So, I like to go alone.
I went to see White House Down a couple of weeks ago. This movie didn’t make a deep enough impression for me to remember to write a blog about it the following week. The plot involved something about the President of the United States and some inside baddies with one Channing Tatum to save the day. Really, that’s enough to know about that one. But one of the previews before the movie was for R.I.P.D. That looks really stupid, I thought.
Then the big media push for it came on television the following week. By opening day my tune changed to, it might be kind of funny. So, I went to see it Friday afternoon. I bought my small Dr. Pepper (ah, worth the price of admission right there) and small popcorn (which together cost more than my ticket).
If you are planning on seeing R.I.P.D. please stop reading right now. Or at least, skip to the very last line. There will be huge spoilers and I don’t want you upset with me.
About five minutes into the movie I remembered something very important. Ryan Reynolds bugs me. I’m sure he is a nice enough guy but I personally don’t think he can act. He more reacts to the script than anything. I swear every role I’ve seen him in has been the same character.
Oh yeah! If only I had thought of that sooner I could have saved me some money. But I did get a Dr. Pepper out of the deal so I was okay with it.
The theater was a little too quiet. Even during the jokes. That’s what happens when the funniest parts of a movie are used for the previews. All in all, it wasn’t a terrible movie and I think it has the potential to grow on me. You know, when it is relegated to its monthly FX viewing and long after I forget about the previews. I predict I’ll watch it on television. And I may even appreciate it. I think.
The premise is a tricky one. The main character dies shortly after the opening credits. He dies after making a very serious error in judgment and before he can rectify the situation. Yes, he is a good guy and yes, he made a very serious mistake. But he can use the excuse “the devil made me do it.” Almost literally.
The winding up scenes made me nervous. The one thing I don’t like about this type of premise is the forced happy endings. Oh, the character isn’t really dead. He’s just sleeping. And now he’s awake and oh – happy day!
Pu-lease!
Or that tender moment when the dead person can speak to the living and gain closure for both.
Pshaw!
In my experience, that veil between life and death is pretty final. There are no second chances to say what needs to be said. I just don’t like those kinds of scenarios.
So, why did I go see this movie, again?
Everybody sees Ryan Reynolds character as a little Chinese guy and Jeff Bridges as a sexy blond. Now, that’s funny. Plus, Mary-Louise Parker does a great job with her character and manages to salvage the movie.
This movie did delve into the whole ghost and human tête-à-tête. But by that point in the storyline it is forgivable. After all, it is just a movie so why tarnish the character’s reputation? It did make me a little nervous when it headed to a happily ever after ending. Albeit with a twist. It veered from that path though. And I appreciate that.
When all is said and done, do I recommend it? Yes. On Red Box.
If the Lees go a-missing…
“Our neighbor was doing something last night after 11:00,” my dad said casually during dinner. “I heard scrape, scrape, scrape. So, I got up and looked out the window. He was digging in the alley.”
