12-15-05 (Part II)
The earlier blog was cut short because of work. I know, I need to get my priorities in order.
I was going to mention what we tried to do last night. Notice, that is tried to do. We sat down to watch one of my favorite Christmas movies It's a Wonderful Life, the old Jimmy Stewart classic.
We watch this every year prior to Christmas, have for some time. We got about half way through before my wife got hung up on the phone and I decided it was time to sleep. I tend to go to sleep early and get up early, way too early according to my wife. But that's the time I do the writing, photography work and mess with Heavener Online and the emails.
I always felt sorry for old George Bailey. He always sacrificed for everybody else. After all, he nearly froze his ear off saving his little brother in the ice, then the drunk druggist whacked him up side the head. Then, he kept having to stay and work at the Building and Loan business his father started and Old Man Potter wanted to shut down.
George wanted to see the world and go to college. He never got to do any because he had to help out after high school and save money to travel and for school. Then, right before he was leaving for school, his father died and Potter the Poothead would have closed the family business and tossed George's goofy uncle out on the pavement.
Finally, Harry was supposed to come home and take over, but he got married so George was stuck in Bedford Falls. He falls in love with some younger chick, has babies (actually, she had the babies), bought a rotting house and went on with life.
But then the goofy uncle ruins things and sends poor George off on a drunk. He finds out what would have happened to Bedford Falls if he had never been born, thanks to an angel wanting to get his wings, then gets back home and everybody celebrates.
The only disturbing thing about the movie is watching everybody do the Charleston. I am grateful for many things, including the fact that I never did this dance. Seriously, that could be some serious blackmail material.
The wife and I are celebrating our anniversary. Come Sunday, we will have been married seven years. I think I accidentally wrote the other day it was our eighth anniversary. Actually, it just seems that way. Ha ha! Just kidding.
Since we're going to be tied up Friday and Saturday, along with Sunday, the wife and I decided to go out and eat. Luckily, I've already given her a present. Still haven't gotten a card, along with Christmas presents (dang the luck). We went to eat at Outback in Fort Smith, one of my favorite places to eat.
We each had the sirloin, the 9-ounce variety, plus the baked potato (which tasted like dried rubber, or what I imagine dried rubber would taste like). This followed the appetizer of kookaburra wings (actually Buffalo wings but the Aussies must not be able to say that word), salad and some excellent bread.
Overall, very good night and meal. What made it even better was we didn't have to go shopping! As we neared the Rogers exit off I-540, traffic was backed up a good half a mile. Luckily, most people were turning toward Central Mall and I deftly drove the wife's Mustang in and out of traffic to arrive at the restauraunt.
She doesn't trust my driving at night. Actually, I don't trust my driving at night, either. The old eyes just don't handle quite like they did in my younger days. This isn't all that bad. Usually, I can talk her into driving and I'm out like a rock.
I must go. Goodbye.
I was going to mention what we tried to do last night. Notice, that is tried to do. We sat down to watch one of my favorite Christmas movies It's a Wonderful Life, the old Jimmy Stewart classic.
We watch this every year prior to Christmas, have for some time. We got about half way through before my wife got hung up on the phone and I decided it was time to sleep. I tend to go to sleep early and get up early, way too early according to my wife. But that's the time I do the writing, photography work and mess with Heavener Online and the emails.
I always felt sorry for old George Bailey. He always sacrificed for everybody else. After all, he nearly froze his ear off saving his little brother in the ice, then the drunk druggist whacked him up side the head. Then, he kept having to stay and work at the Building and Loan business his father started and Old Man Potter wanted to shut down.
George wanted to see the world and go to college. He never got to do any because he had to help out after high school and save money to travel and for school. Then, right before he was leaving for school, his father died and Potter the Poothead would have closed the family business and tossed George's goofy uncle out on the pavement.
Finally, Harry was supposed to come home and take over, but he got married so George was stuck in Bedford Falls. He falls in love with some younger chick, has babies (actually, she had the babies), bought a rotting house and went on with life.
But then the goofy uncle ruins things and sends poor George off on a drunk. He finds out what would have happened to Bedford Falls if he had never been born, thanks to an angel wanting to get his wings, then gets back home and everybody celebrates.
The only disturbing thing about the movie is watching everybody do the Charleston. I am grateful for many things, including the fact that I never did this dance. Seriously, that could be some serious blackmail material.
The wife and I are celebrating our anniversary. Come Sunday, we will have been married seven years. I think I accidentally wrote the other day it was our eighth anniversary. Actually, it just seems that way. Ha ha! Just kidding.
Since we're going to be tied up Friday and Saturday, along with Sunday, the wife and I decided to go out and eat. Luckily, I've already given her a present. Still haven't gotten a card, along with Christmas presents (dang the luck). We went to eat at Outback in Fort Smith, one of my favorite places to eat.
We each had the sirloin, the 9-ounce variety, plus the baked potato (which tasted like dried rubber, or what I imagine dried rubber would taste like). This followed the appetizer of kookaburra wings (actually Buffalo wings but the Aussies must not be able to say that word), salad and some excellent bread.
Overall, very good night and meal. What made it even better was we didn't have to go shopping! As we neared the Rogers exit off I-540, traffic was backed up a good half a mile. Luckily, most people were turning toward Central Mall and I deftly drove the wife's Mustang in and out of traffic to arrive at the restauraunt.
She doesn't trust my driving at night. Actually, I don't trust my driving at night, either. The old eyes just don't handle quite like they did in my younger days. This isn't all that bad. Usually, I can talk her into driving and I'm out like a rock.
I must go. Goodbye.
posted by Craig Hall at
8:49 PM
3 Comments:
Your wife already doesn't trust your night vision. She's probably a wise seer. And no fair posting contests in the darkness of the early hours when only east coast residents have a chance to win. Boo, hiss.
It's a 17 year ritual to watch It's a Wonderful Life and I'm not sure I can take it anymore. Watching the Charleston doesn't bother me much and I am about ready to strangle old man Potter's throat and I may just boycott (if at all possible and I think it's possible) this year's viewing.
She thinks she's a better driver and points that out frequently. I have to post the contests early because that's when I do my Heavener Online stuff. I'd like to knock Potter out of his wheelchair, but he's dead and everything. You can't boycott It's a Wonderful Life! That's against the law or something.
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