Monday, March 31, 2008
Needless to say, there were times when the boss wasn't too happy.
After a few halftime adjustments, the Lady Vols played like the defending National Champions they are.
Alexis Hornbuckle going up for two.
When you've got a horse, you ride it, and Candice scored 34 last night.
When it comes down to crunch time it is all about attitude.
Three down, three to go. Next up for the Lady Vols, is Oklahoma State.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
My Tennessee girls started tournament play last night in West Layfette, Indiana, beating Oral Roberts 94-55. Now, it's on to round 2 where they'll face Purdue. It takes six wins to bring home the title. One down, five to go for my girls. I also have a soft spot for the local teams as well, West Virginia beat New Mexico and Maryland beat Coppin State.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Today, it's a whole different story. We have CNN, MSNCB, FOX (fair and balanced) and a host of other networks bringing us the news from around the world. None of it, or very little of it is any good. Fighting in the middle east, riots in Tibet, young people killed on our college campuses and in our high schools, and on our highways. We worry about terrorism, and high fuel prices (is it just me, or is Congress afraid of the oil companies? Hmm?) Where was I? We worry about rising health care costs, being able to feed our families, and pay our mortgages. Then we got a bunch of liberal wienies hiding behind the ACLU trying to remove God from the public conscious. We've got politicians, among others, playing the race card when it's convenient, we have a governor in New York getting busted for fooling around with hookers. In Pakistan Benazir Butto was assassinated...why? Here in the good old US of A we have news shows and reality programs that show people in conflict of one form or another. And if things couldn't get worse, we're going to have an election to choose a new president. Yippy! Another bunch of yo-yos that'll say or do just about anything to secure my vote so they can get in the oval office and recreate this country in their own twisted image.
So, what's the point? And when do we reach the point where we as a society say ENOUGH! I've had enough, so have a lot of other people around the world. Problem is that those of us that are tired of the Bull#$&* aren't in positions of power.
If you think I'm crazy, go watch the news, open a history book, or watch this video.
So what do we do? Maybe, this public service announcement might help. I dare you to watch. Go ahead, click on it. Secretly you know you want to. Come on, GO FOR IT!
Have a nice day, y'all!
Friday, March 14, 2008
Here are my favorites from Number 5 up to number 1.
Number 5. Casino Royale
I thought newcomer Daniel Craig wore the Bond persona quite well. And besides, the movie has Dame Judi Dench, my second favorite actress of all time.
Number 4. Goldfinger
The first Bond movie from my youth that really stuck with me. I was too young to understand the humor in Pussy Galore's name. Oh well, I loved the action, and I thought Goldfinger was a great villain.
Bond: Do you expect me to talk?
Goldfinger: No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die.
Number 3. The Man With the Golden Gun
A new Bond in Roger Moore, and not as dashing as Sean Connery, but he does all right. This flick has a great story and a great villain in Christopher Lee, this is one 007 flick I can't get enough of. Oh yeah, it's got that little dude from Fantasy Island as well.
Number 2. The Spy Who Loved Me
Made 3 years after the Man with the Golden Gun, Moore was hitting his stride as Bond. I love Curd Jurgens as the evil Stromberg, and Richard Keil as Jaws was great! But of course, I watched for Agent XXX...Barbara Bach. Hey, why lie about it. And I loved Bond's smartaleck comeback at the end when his boss, the minister of defense, and her boss catch 007 and XXX fooling around.
M: Bond! What do you think you're doing?"
Bond: Keeping the British end up, sir.
Number 1. Are you ready for this? Can you handle this? The best Bond of them all. Sit back and watch this little video.
Great story of good guys against the bad guys, betrayal, some great new characters, great action...the tank chase through St. Petersburg is the best. And Goldeneye features the only actor other than Sean Connery who was born to play 007, and Pierce Brosnan delivers.
I had gone through a long 007 drought since Octopussy. A View to a Kill didn't help things. Neither did Timothy Dalton's two lame offerings as 007: The Living Daylights and Licence to Kill. Years pass and you lose interest, then one day you see the trailer for Goldeneye and you don't even have to wonder if it will be good. You know it will. Sitting in the theatre and seeing Brosnan on screen as 007 for the first time I remember thinking 'Bond is back, thank God!' When the tank chase started, the audience cheered and whistled. So throw Goldeneye in the DVD player, make a bowl of popcorn, and relax. You won't be disappointed.
Post Script. Even though I am a Bond devotee. I would like, just once, see a Bond movie where he has one or several of the following issues/problems.
1. He gets jilted by the girl and ends up in therapy.
2. He goes to rehab to dry out from all the martinis he's drunk over the years.
3. M writes him up for sexual harassment.
4. He has to take sensitivity training or an anger management class.
5. A jealous husband/lover takes a shot at him.
6. He gets slapped with a paternity suit.
7. He gets a social decease.
8. One of his many past love interests turns up as his next villain.
9. Finds out he has a child. 'Hello Daddy.'
Any of these would be great...just to show he's human.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
To celebrate our 29 years of wedded bliss, Goody Two Shoes and I went out yesterday evening to a local restaurant, D'Atri's. They've been around a long time and are sort of iconic in our area. The specialty is steak subs & cheese steak subs, but they also serve a wide variety of other dishes, especially Italian cuisine. D'Atri's doesn't take reservations, so you queue up and wait for a table. After a 20 minute wait we were shown to a table in the loft.
Now, I told you all that to tell you this. We we're barely into our meal when two young couples were seated at a table just over Goody Two Shoes right shoulder. From my seat I was afforded an unobstructed view of the foursome. Less that sixty seconds after taking his seat, one of the group whips out his cell phone, presumably to see if he's missed a call or text message. EXCUSE ME! You're out on a date, Moron! Pay attention to the pretty young thing sitting next to you and the other couple as well. Or is that concept too hard to grasp. (Deep, calming breaths here)
Okay, I'm better now. Okay, so boyfriend #1 has to check his phone. Who knows, he could have been a surgeon...nah, he looked like he could barely manage a steak knife, let alone a scalpel. Seeing this, I make a mental note and go back to my meal. Two bites later I look up and there's his girlfriend with her cell phone up to her ear yammering a mile a minute. Before I judge to quickly I should give her the benefit of the doubt; maybe her grandmother is sick, or some other emergency has happened. No, she's laughing and talking to her dinner guests, while talking into the phone. Oh well, so much for the emergency theory.
So while the girlfriend is going yadda yadda yadda, the boyfriend whips out his phone to check for missed messages again. Now, as all this is going on, four women are seated at the table to my immediate left. Turns out it is a mother, her two daughters and a friend of one of her girls. All four are blond, but we won't hold that against them. Sure enough, less than a minute after sitting down, one of the girls whips out her pink cell phone and flips it open like Spock calling the Enterprise. I just wish someone would have beamed her up.
So, she checks her messages and puts the phone away...for about five minutes. As soon as the waiter took their orders, this bleached blond bubble head whips out her communicator and...are you ready for this...begins to play a game. (Major league caveman grunt here, along with stifled urge to reach across the aisle, snatch her phone, and toss it out the nearest window.) Seeing this, her sister begins to feel left out and requests a turn. And she gets it! The next time I looked over, little sister is playing with the phone. What the....
Looking back to the other table, the boyfriend has his phone out again and is texting someone. At this point I feel totally stupid, here Goody Two Shoes and I went out to eat and enjoy each other's company. Silly me, I guess we should have taken our cell phones with us so we could text across the table to each other. Oh, wait...we don't own a cell phone. Check please!
What is the point of my rant? Could it be that I despise these infernal contraptions? Not at all, I like the idea. They make perfect sense in an emergency situation. However, they make no sense when your in a restaurant, the checkout line at the market, or Wally World. (That's Wal Mart to those of you who don't get my humor) They have no place in the theatre, or at a school program, or church. Yes, I have heard them go off in all these places. Oh, pa-leeeease! What can these people possibly have to say to one another that can't wait until church is out, the movie is over, or they come home from the store? The answer...NOTHING. It's all about YADDA, YADDA, YADDA. Talking and jabbering for the sake of making noise.
I have three children whom I love very much and they all have cell phones. My son uses his while he drives (God's gonna get you, boy) When talking face to face, he has tuned me or his mother out to take a cell phone call, so have my daughters. EXCUSE ME! I'm here, live and in person. Your @#$*&! phone will take a message, I don't. Talk to me, say what needs said, then go and YADDA YADDA YADDA to your heart's content. Oh, and let's not forget texting. My girls could make the Olympic texting team. Bloop, beep, beep, bleep, boop, ticka, ticka, tick, beep.... Talk about a distracting noise while your driving and you hear this coming from the back seat.
As I mentioned, I love my children, but cell phones have made them lazy. Case in point, Dimples, who is now 22 and an expectant mother, was home one afternoon (our home, not hers) For a time she and I sat in the living room and had a nice chat, and I did my best to ignore her checking her &*$# phone every five minutes. Meanwhile, her little sister, the Wild Child, is upstairs in her room. She hears her big sister and myself talking. So what does this seventeen year old ball of dynamite do? She texts her big sister, who is sitting eight feet under her in the living room. WHAT?!!! I've seen some pretty silly things in my life, but this one took the cake. And not only did Dimples text her back, but they repeated the process several times. After the third time, I gave up trying to have a conversation, went outside, and lay down in the middle of the street.
In closing, I have to defend Dimples. She doesn't have a land line phone in her apartment, only her cell phone. So, having a cell phone, in her case, makes sense. But wait! She can't get a signal inside, so she has to go out on the front porch to take a call, or make a call.
Again, I ask. What's the point? Answer...its all about the YADDA YADDA YADDA. Now, if you'll excuse me I have a call coming in. On a land line. HA HA HA! See you all in the funny papers.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
You're a classic - powerful, athletic, and competitive. You're all about winning the race and getting the job done. While you have a practical everyday side, you get wild when anyone pushes your pedal. You hate to lose, but you hardly ever do.
Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.