Happy Thanksgiving
Today was a good Thanksgiving. Spent the day at my sister's house with the family enjoying a wonderful dinner and each other. Now I am sitting at home, with no work looming in the morning. I am watching the Jazz spank the Bulls (at least they are at the beginning of the 3rd quarter) and I am trying to think of what I am thankful for.
There is a lot of course, when I stop to think about it. I am thankful for my wonderful wife. I am thankful for four beautiful, funny kids. I am thankful for my parents, for my siblings and the love and joy that always fills my heart when I get to spend time with them. I am thankful for a job I enjoy and for the friend that led me to it. I am thankful for my recently completed degree. I am thankful for the many opportunities that I have had to spend time on stage. I was able to be in four productions this year (one of which opens on Saturday), and I was also able to perform with an improv troupe that I highly respect throughout the year.
I hope Thanksgiving was as good to you this year as it was to me. I hope you all can find something to be thankful for. Now if next year I can add being grateful that the Cubs won the World Series, then that would be the best. Just sending that out to the universe. Let's see what happens.
Sundry
Just sitting in rehearsal, contemplating the sorry state of this here blog. Been really busy, but there are a few things to talk about.
First. Ah, the NBA is back, baby. I love the NBA and I love the Utah Jazz. So what will this season bring? More disappointing road losses from the Jazz, as exhibited on their road opener in Denver. Granted, Denver should be tough this year, but the 4th quarter collapse by the Jazz just brought back all the memories of Utah's poor road performances from last year.
The return of the NBA also means the return the dillhole in Cleveland and his stupid powder throwing antics. I hate that the first highlight of the NBA season on Sports Center was King LeDouche throwing that crap in the air. Is this professional wrestling? No. Of course, it is heartwarming to watch the Cavs start their season with 2 losses. Let's see more of that, Bron Bron.
Second. Was driving down the street a couple of days ago and there is a woman pushing her kid down the street, not in a stroller, but in a stolen shopping cart. I guess you're a redneck if...
Third. Being in two shows at once is hard. Fun? Sure. Extra money? Needed. But I miss my family.
Hey, go Tweet yourself.
I was watching CNN the other day. You know, trying to fit in a little news of the non-sports variety. After Tiger, Vick and Farve I was a little overloaded.
While reporting a story, the anchor says, "Let's see what the folks on Twitter are saying about this story."
Really? Are you freaking kidding me? How, by any stretch of the imagination, is this news? If CNN is just going to spout off crap they find written by some anonymous yahoo on Twitter, then why the heck am I watching CNN. I can just read Twitter commercial free.
You know what I miss?
Lining up with friends, each taking a urinal and beginning to pee. Next you all back up to see who can get furthest away from the urinal while still hitting the target. Then, as the stream dies down, hustling back to the urinal being careful not to flop around too much because if you lose your aim you could pee on your friend (which was funny, too).
Coming home from school, making a chocolate milk and then settling down to watch Voltron and He-Man. I would quickly flick the spoon back and forth just under the surface creating bubbles. Then I would just eat the bubbles and prolong my chocolate milk experience.
Saturday morning cartoons. You can get cartoons anytime now which cheapens the whole Saturday morning cartoon experience. When you can roll out of the rack and see cartoons any time of the day, then there is no fun in getting up early on a Saturday to catch Scooby's All Star Laff-A-Lympics over a bowl of plain Cheerios. Yeah, we couldn't have sugar cereal unless, you know, we were on vacation at Grandpa's house and he was the one buying the cereal. It was at Grandpa's house in Tennessee that my love affair with Froot Loops began.
Staying up-to-date with all the new movies by actually seeing them in the theater and not on DVD a year after everyone else is done talking about them.
Our Atari 2600. Pitfall, Adventure, Combat, Breakout, Missle Command, Defender... and I could never ever beat Raiders of the Lost Ark.
True Beauty
While on vacation this week, we went to a little aquatic center that had a pretty cool pool and play area for the kids. Since I didn't feel like hearing, "Free Willy," I decided to sit on the side and read while family and friends enjoyed the water. However, being male and breathing, I couldn't help but notice a particular young woman who looked very hot in her bikini. Yet it wasn't her blonde hair, pretty face, or tan body that made her truly beautiful.
This young woman didn't spend her day at the aquatic center flirting with life guards, laying out or laughing with friends. Instead she spent the day helping a young, handicapped girl who I assumed was her sister. The young girl was obviously nervous with certain aspects of the different pools, but the beautiful young woman showed infinite love and patience has she helped her with hugs and smiles. It was obvious the young sister had a great time.
Everything the beauty did that day was for her sister and that far and away made her more beautiful than all of her obvious physical assets combined.