Archive for March 15th, 2008

Random Saturday

I watched that movie “Premonition” with Sandra Bullock.  Hey now…that’s a big deal for me. I liked it.  I don’t know that I get it all.   The thing about the movie that left me going hmmmm was the fact that the dead/not dead husband’s name in the movie was Jim Henson.  Stuff like that makes me giggle. Do you think they did that on purpose?

This post here makes me laugh.  Why?  Cause one of the few “tricks” I could do in the swimming pool was I could swim like the Man From Atlantis.  Yes, yes…my uncovered talents are just never ending, aren’t they? 

The Sundance Channel just may be my one of my new favorite channels. Does anybody else love crap like documentaries on Lew Wasserman as much as I do?  They ran that reality show on Jay Bakker last night.  Dang…I love stuff like that. Sometimes I wish I had normal guilty pleasures like trashy romance novels, but, no…

If I had a clue how to make a documentary, I’d make one.  I love them. On anything. 

My eye muscle in my right eye has been jumping for three days.  It’s about to get on my nerves.  I haven’t had that in a long time.  What causes that?

One of my new favorite books of the Bible is officially Habakkuk.  Chapter one especially.  I know it’s not a new book or nothing and I’ve always known OF it but never got into it until I started doing this study of Priscilla Shirer’s

Zumba is the bomb.  My shimmy is getting better.  My Cha Cha is smokin’.  I didn’t realize I can kick it on the dance floor and you better believe I flat get with it in there.  Note to self: Go out and dance more. 

My kids fought like cats and dogs today.  I think they enjoy it.  They argue about their arguments.  I went in my room and closed the door at one point.  No wonder my parents used to pretend they didnt hear us.  Dadgum, that mess drives me crazy. Even the 16 year old Manchild will just hassle #2 and then denies it.  This is why he is the Man Child.

I have one hellatious hangnail on my right thumb.  It hurts like the dickens.  Throbs.  I hate them things.


Mista Wawmth

don_rickles.jpgOk y’all…listen to me…go to Netflix and put Don Rickles: Mr. Warmth in your queue (or is it cue?).  I’ll wait.

Now, you watch that mailbox for it.  And you put it in your dvd player and watch that thing when you get it.   

I wish I could go to Vegas and see Don before he keels over.  Just once.  I wouldn’t sit in the front row though, for nothing. I know that will never happen, but, I can dream.

This here is one of my favorite Rickles moments.  I remember seeing this when it originally aired.  Great stuff.