I got the tootsie roll bank for Christmas. All is well in the world.
Oh and Christmas isn't all blue, speaking solely of the color, not the temperament (temperament good, see below). Sure the sky and ocean are, but the grass is green, and the foliage is an assortment of colors.
Christmas was great, spent a lot of time just relaxing and not thinking about work or schools, or anything more serious than, "Is the pain incumbent with eating 20 or so pecan tarts worth it?" (Yes, and yes. I find all pain related to over-eating is typically worth it. Pain due to food poisoning, not as worth it.) Just chilling with the immediate family and seeing family members for the first time in a decade, debating over which movie to watch first, contemplating what songs to get off iTunes. These are the decisions and activities that maybe, just maybe, will be the most crucial ones in my life someday. We all have dreams.
More to the point, in a round-a-bout way, I was given a trip out to Utah. It's under the auspices of helping my brother, but I know his work will only take a day and I'm already booked to spend three days there. So here's the deal.
Monday night, as in this Monday the 29th, I'm going to be having dinner at Winger's. Not sure which one yet, likely the one at PTC, but that's beside the point. If you are one of the handful of people who read this and are in the greater Provo area during the holidays, please try and clear your schedule. I would love to see you and share a bowl of popcorn and two plates of sticky fingers, (two because I'm not really going to share them. I'm going to eat one on my own and whatever you don't finish, I'll eat that as well.) while I tell you about how awesome it is to still be wearing shorts.
Seriously, let me know if you'll be able to make it. There will be a mass text sent out tomorrow some time, and either reply to that or post a comment here, or, if worse comes to worse, a phone call is still valid. I look forward to sticky fingers, and seeing you all would be a bonus.
Word.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
How Can I Be Lost, When I've Got No Where To Go
Two things off the top: 1) How amazing was the Dark Knight? I picked it up (funny story and I hate to sidebar this early, but it must be done. I went to walmart* at midnight Tuesday morning to be one of the first ones to get it. I was expecting a crowd because this was easily the best movie to come out in years and if you don't get it for Christmas let me know. I might have to remedy that. However, I forgot that I live in a retirement community where no one is awake after ten. I get there and it's empty. In fact, they had the main alleys cardoned off for polishing. I don't have any reports from how the Orem walmart* was that night, but I like to think there was a line.
So I brought in an ad from CVS which said they would drop the price down to $10 if you bought $15 in iTunes cards. A no-brainer as I definitely use iTunes. However, it took two walmart* employees twenty minutes to figure out how this deal worked and why I would want to do such a thing. Granted, it was midnight and I was asking for a $5 discount on a movie, but I didn't expect it to be such a production. Needless to say, I got it, at the price I wanted, and left questioning who was the more dumb party: them for their actions, or me for expecting something better from the late night walmart* staff.) and watched it, you have to pick up from the beginning of the sidebar. It was still just as amazing. It did seem a little longer then it did in the theater, but still solid from start to finish. No regrets with the purchase.
2.) I miss baseball like school kids miss the spring. The winter meetings are a tease that is supposed to tide me over from November to April. Good luck. It's not working. On the plus side, being in Florida means I haven't bought season tickets for the arizona fall league. You know I would have. Front row.
Finally, give it up for Greg Maddux. Now give it up again. He deserves it. Probably more, but that's all I ask of the public. Easily, the best pitcher of my generation. One of the top ten guys I either currently regret, or will regret not seeing play. (Also on the list: Ken Griffey Jr, Pedro Martinez, and Jim Edmonds [he probably won't make the hall, but he made the game look fun]). Watching him pitch was mesmerizing. The best hitters in the league would look like high schoolers. If I could raise my kids to be like one athlete, it would be Greg Maddux. Here's to you. Word.
So I brought in an ad from CVS which said they would drop the price down to $10 if you bought $15 in iTunes cards. A no-brainer as I definitely use iTunes. However, it took two walmart* employees twenty minutes to figure out how this deal worked and why I would want to do such a thing. Granted, it was midnight and I was asking for a $5 discount on a movie, but I didn't expect it to be such a production. Needless to say, I got it, at the price I wanted, and left questioning who was the more dumb party: them for their actions, or me for expecting something better from the late night walmart* staff.) and watched it, you have to pick up from the beginning of the sidebar. It was still just as amazing. It did seem a little longer then it did in the theater, but still solid from start to finish. No regrets with the purchase.
2.) I miss baseball like school kids miss the spring. The winter meetings are a tease that is supposed to tide me over from November to April. Good luck. It's not working. On the plus side, being in Florida means I haven't bought season tickets for the arizona fall league. You know I would have. Front row.
Finally, give it up for Greg Maddux. Now give it up again. He deserves it. Probably more, but that's all I ask of the public. Easily, the best pitcher of my generation. One of the top ten guys I either currently regret, or will regret not seeing play. (Also on the list: Ken Griffey Jr, Pedro Martinez, and Jim Edmonds [he probably won't make the hall, but he made the game look fun]). Watching him pitch was mesmerizing. The best hitters in the league would look like high schoolers. If I could raise my kids to be like one athlete, it would be Greg Maddux. Here's to you. Word.
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