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.
I’m getting too old for this $#!%
Treasure Island opened this past Monday. However, it will be almost a full week from opening night before I will be able to perform. During the rehearsal I sprained my ankle while running through my sword fight. Then a couple days later, thinking it had healed enough to give the sword fight another go, I injured it again. I ended up going to the doctor, getting x-rays, and now I have been wearing a boot for the past 5 days.
A guy at works thinks it's very cool that I can use the line, "I got hurt in a sword fight." He thinks the ladies would dig it, if I were in the market for the ladies.
This past rehearsal period has made me feel anything but cool and suave. Even without the ankle injury, I would come home sore and aching. A two hour round trip and a small yet demanding role meant I was spending more time in my car than on stage and the time on stage was beating me up. It got to the point that hated going to rehearsal. It wasn't fun. The returns just weren't equaling my input. And rehearsals are usually one of my favorite things about being in a show.
Now the show is open and here I sit, nursing a bum ankle and the returns still aren't here.
One positive to come from the ankle injury is I was able to attend the first rehearsal of the next show I am in. Utahoma at the Off Broadway Theatre in Salt Lake City. And I have to say, I had more fun in that one rehearsal than all of the Treasure Island rehearsals. Now, to be fair, Utahoma is a completely different type of show and the venue is also completely different. It's like comparing apples and oranges. Also, Treasure Island is a great show. The actors and set are incredible and if you have a chance to go see it, you will not be disappointed. It's just...
Well, it's just that when I was feeling like theatre was getting to a point where the sacrifice might not be worth it anymore, I spent a couple of hours with very funny friends and I am excited again.
Blaspheme
I know in some circles what I am about to say is the equivalent of saying, "I hate Jesus," but I just gotta say it.
I hate LeBron James.
Earlier this week, we saw some of the greatest men to ever play the game voted into the Hall of Fame. Jerry Sloan, David Robinson, John Stockton and Michael Jordan. You know what, King James? I have never seen any of these greats throw powder up into the air in a stupid pre-game ritual. I have never seen any of them do stupid picture poses before every game or perform ridiculous, choreographed handshakes.
As long as James keeps doing this stupid, punk-a crap, he will never be on the same level as these NBA greats, no matter what his skill.
Pledge
We have started a new chore system here at the homestead. The kids' chores are written on index cards and placed in little pouches.
One of Buddha's chores is to dust his room. The description on the card reads, "Use a rag and Pledge to dust all surfaces." When Buddha first looked at the card he started laughing. When asked why he was laughing, Buddha raised his right hand and said, "I pledge to dust all surfaces."
He thought it was very funny we were asking him to promise to dust all surfaces.