Lets see, 2008 has been less than productive for most of us. I am still living in Boaz and looking for a job that suits my limited and focused education. I have spent the past months volunteering from Jamaica to Hurricane evacuees in Boaz to singing in a little community choir. I am blessed to have a supportive family here and a new church family I feel I have known for years. Right now I am responsible for taxi-ing my mom back and forth to doctors' appointments and doing things around the house. The folks are well as far as I can tell, neither of them seem to look, or act, their age, but nor do I.
I used to stick these on the fridge years ago, normally involving Cindy Crawford, one of those new-fangled cellular phones and a 1983 BMW 635csi, light blue. But this year I chose to be a bit more practical. . . a bit. So without further ado, here ya go.
1. A paying job. I love volunteering but it's gettin' old.
2. I'm still on that job thing, give me a second.
3. Okay, a 1987 BMW 635csi, light blue, there were only 400 made so good luck.
4. An LG Dare, that's the iPhone for we Verizon folks.
5. Winona Ryder's hand in marriage. If you can handle this I will name my first born after you.
6. Whirled Peas.
7. Two roads diverging in a yellow wood, I'll take the other road this time, you know the one more traveled.
8. Did a mention that paying job thing? Yeah I think so.
9. A place and time to finally sing the songs I practiced for 4 months.
10. More money for the Jamaica Mission.
11. A lunch with J.D. Salinger, yes he is still living.
12. I have met Jennings and Brokaw now Mr. Rather where are you?
13. A small role on the television show Fringe.
14. A Democrat in the White House, no wait.... Yes We Did!
15. W. indicted on war crimes and an Iraq exit plan.
16. I could use a small island in the Caribbean.
17. Some fresh juice, calalou and peas and rice for breakfast. Okay I will settle for pancakes and bacon.
18. A 48 inch LCD Television.
19. A 12,000 foot mountain in my backyard on which to snowboard. (Pretty much grab Albuquerque and set is down 'bout around Sardis.)
20. A lifetime supply of Milo's sweet tea, lemon is optional.
21. My wallet from El Segundo. (If you get this, I called, all circuits are busy.)
22. A worldwide ban on Britney, Paris, et al.
23. The ability to stand still without dancing the Buttercup.
24. A place to call home.
25. Gasoline back below a buck.
Just wishes, that is all. Anything is possible. To quote a favorite duo of mine, "Deer might fly, why not, I met you."
Happy Christmas all.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
The Youth in Asia
If you are looking for the David Sedaris essay of the same name about putting down family dogs please search elsewhere, otherwise I offer:
I have long since lost the awe and wonder of the "show" at any Japanese steakhouse. You know, big flames, singed eyebrows, shrimp tail tossing, egg breaking, big flames, Japanese Dr. Pepper, a cook who is from no where near Japan but tries his darndest* to fake the accent, and did I mention the big flames? But earlier this evening I rather saw something new! My advice is now:
1) Go on a Monday night (you don't have to sit a table with other people you don't know)
2) Bring at least two adorable children (and one of their parents if the said children are not yours)
3) Enjoy the fun!
One child will like big flames, the other small flames, that will be guaranteed. Yes, while you will get the onion volcano, the flaming grill and hand, which you will have to remind the children: We Do Not Try At Home!, and the clickedy clack of the knife, fork, spatula-thingy (that's the official name. . . I know because I asked.) But, the little guys will get to do some egg flipping (albeit not perfect but really people, we just want to break the eggs, it doesn't matter if the land just right) they also get to toss shrimp tails at the hat of an authentic Japanese chef named Pedro. But the real fun is the giant pile o' fried rice. Using it along with , ginger sauce, a few chopped green beans and a little cube of carrot I, and I assume the kids, got quite a show. It started out simple with a heart shape (I know, "Yeah so what?" Just wait for it you impatient people!) Then into a certain mouse (name not mention fearing copyright infringement) and then a bunny, complete with carrot. Then the topper, the grande finale, the piece de resistance. . . SpongeBob SquarePants in fried rice, true art my dear friends, true art! And thrilled children, one of whom finished her meal for the most part, the other loved the prep just not the product. But i ain't namin' names.
If you offer me money I might tell you where this magical kingd-- I mean, place is located, and no, it is not in Florida. And be sure to ask for extra salad dressing when you sit down. . . it's to die for.**
*SpellCheck catches this word, I have no idea why.
** for all the grammarians out there "For it, is to die." But really? What since does that make?
I have long since lost the awe and wonder of the "show" at any Japanese steakhouse. You know, big flames, singed eyebrows, shrimp tail tossing, egg breaking, big flames, Japanese Dr. Pepper, a cook who is from no where near Japan but tries his darndest* to fake the accent, and did I mention the big flames? But earlier this evening I rather saw something new! My advice is now:
1) Go on a Monday night (you don't have to sit a table with other people you don't know)
2) Bring at least two adorable children (and one of their parents if the said children are not yours)
3) Enjoy the fun!
One child will like big flames, the other small flames, that will be guaranteed. Yes, while you will get the onion volcano, the flaming grill and hand, which you will have to remind the children: We Do Not Try At Home!, and the clickedy clack of the knife, fork, spatula-thingy (that's the official name. . . I know because I asked.) But, the little guys will get to do some egg flipping (albeit not perfect but really people, we just want to break the eggs, it doesn't matter if the land just right) they also get to toss shrimp tails at the hat of an authentic Japanese chef named Pedro. But the real fun is the giant pile o' fried rice. Using it along with , ginger sauce, a few chopped green beans and a little cube of carrot I, and I assume the kids, got quite a show. It started out simple with a heart shape (I know, "Yeah so what?" Just wait for it you impatient people!) Then into a certain mouse (name not mention fearing copyright infringement) and then a bunny, complete with carrot. Then the topper, the grande finale, the piece de resistance. . . SpongeBob SquarePants in fried rice, true art my dear friends, true art! And thrilled children, one of whom finished her meal for the most part, the other loved the prep just not the product. But i ain't namin' names.
If you offer me money I might tell you where this magical kingd-- I mean, place is located, and no, it is not in Florida. And be sure to ask for extra salad dressing when you sit down. . . it's to die for.**
*SpellCheck catches this word, I have no idea why.
** for all the grammarians out there "For it, is to die." But really? What since does that make?
Happy Day
I hear husbands and fathers talk about the "happiest day of their lives." I don't think I have one and sometimes wonder which was the first for my family and friends? Was my dad's when my oldest sister was born or when his first son was born? I had a happy moment that has come and gone, one that wasn't so happy in retrospect, but I digress. I have had plenty of happy moments, don't get me wrong. Heck I was even somewhat happy washing kidney (yup from the cow), beans and rice covered dishes in dirty cold water. . . please note "somewhat happy." I was truly happy seeing a lovely piece of television being produced in a small neighborhood in New Mexico. Happiest Moment? Not yet... but as Jesse Jackson once told us all "Keep Hope Alive." Maybe Winona Ryder will one day meet me and fall madly in love... until then. I await January 20, 2009. Yes we did!
From 2002
This is the synopsis on a movie called "The Truth
About Charlie":
A young woman (Thandie Newton) in Paris is about to
divorce her husband when she discovers... he's dead;
and all their money is gone. She meets a mysterious
man (Mark Wahlberg), who tells her that the money was
really his, and he wants it back, seemingly convinced
that she's hiding the cash. Meanwhile, more people end
up dead...
Marky Mark playing a role originated by Cary Grant and
not to mention ANYONE trying to re-create an Audrey
role!!!!!
And its rated PG-13 for some violence and sexual
content/nudity. I like violence sexual content/nudity
as much as the next guy but I don't think so in this
classic story...
Jonathan Demme is crap trying to remake CHARADE. That
no talent hack! (forget "Philadelphia" and "the
Silence of the Lambs", remember "Caged Heat"* in 1974
yeah that was him)
Boycott this movie and hit the video store for the
Original "Charade" starring Cary Grant, Audrey
Hepburn, James Coburn, George Kennedy and Walter
Matthau, Music by Henery Mancini, directed by the
great Stanley Donen...
Just a moment... thanks for listening
mdg
* not to be confused with "Caged Heat 3: The Softer
Side of Hard Time"
About Charlie":
A young woman (Thandie Newton) in Paris is about to
divorce her husband when she discovers... he's dead;
and all their money is gone. She meets a mysterious
man (Mark Wahlberg), who tells her that the money was
really his, and he wants it back, seemingly convinced
that she's hiding the cash. Meanwhile, more people end
up dead...
Marky Mark playing a role originated by Cary Grant and
not to mention ANYONE trying to re-create an Audrey
role!!!!!
And its rated PG-13 for some violence and sexual
content/nudity. I like violence sexual content/nudity
as much as the next guy but I don't think so in this
classic story...
Jonathan Demme is crap trying to remake CHARADE. That
no talent hack! (forget "Philadelphia" and "the
Silence of the Lambs", remember "Caged Heat"* in 1974
yeah that was him)
Boycott this movie and hit the video store for the
Original "Charade" starring Cary Grant, Audrey
Hepburn, James Coburn, George Kennedy and Walter
Matthau, Music by Henery Mancini, directed by the
great Stanley Donen...
Just a moment... thanks for listening
mdg
* not to be confused with "Caged Heat 3: The Softer
Side of Hard Time"
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