Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
I drove out to Las Vegas to see relatives that I owed a way-overdo visit to. While there, my cousin Herb took me on a tour of the Strip. We checked out the new Wynn. Personally I wasn't impressed. I did discover that the Wynn is the only hotel-casino on the Strip that has a golf course. You have to be a hotel guest to play it and it only cost $500 a game. I was glad I never learned how to play.
Had a nice visit with my Uncle Bill and Cousin Scott. That night Herb and I went to see Snakes on a Plane. My review of it will be in my next column on Dred. Don't expect to see it nominated for any Oscars. Might get a couple of Razzies however.
My relatives don't gamble. So I didn't. On my way back home however I stopped at the Prima Donna at Stateline for a couple hours. The blackjack tables were either too crowded or too expensive for me. I played video poker instead. I left with $300 more than I came with. Can't complain about that.
In Victorville, I stopped for lunch at The Original Roadhouse Grill where I used to work. Saw a lot of familiar and friendly faces. Had a ribeye steak dinner. The GM bought the meal for me. $300 and a free steak dinner. No complaints for me.
The rest of the week I visited other friends, attended a screenplay writing class that one of them teaches, spent one day at San Onofre State Beach (went there because I'd never been before), started Lee Child's Jack Reacher thriller Persuader, joined and worked out at LA Fitness, took my mother to her followup doctor's visit, caught up on some yardwork, got a Swedish massage, did a car repair I'd been putting off, and slept late. Also I got an idea for a new Crusader story but haven't started it yet. Okay, I didn't tackle the garage. It was at the top of the list but I couldn't do it. Not too bad for a week off.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
I try to read and watch the news as much as I can to keep up on what’s happening. I listen to news radio more often because of the driving I do. But I’m tired of hearing about certain personalities and stories. In fact if I never heard another story about the following personalities I’d be eternally grateful.
Tom Cruise or Tom Cruise & Katie Holmes or TomKat (Cruise has made a couple of pretty good movies. I still remember the debate female friends had whether Cruise or Val Kilmer was cooler in Top Gun. But his movies are getting worse and worse and I really don’t care about his dingbat personal life at all.)
Paris Hilton (I never want to hear anything about this non-celebrity ever again. Why is she famous? Because she’s the heir to a hotel dynasty and barely registers on the IQ scale. My gosh, Playboy even did a spread on a Paris look-a-like. Why?)
Nicole Richie (Friend of Paris and heir to a music dynasty. Big deal.)
Lindsay Lohan (No more ever! I don’t care who she’s feuding with or her bad behavior on a movie set. Don’t clutter my brain with her antics.)
Angelina Jolie & Brad Pitt (A few good movies but I don’t care that they’re dating each or cheating on each other or whatever. Go make a decent film.)
Jessica Simpson (Another … okay, I don’t what she is. Whatever she is I don’t care.)
Mel Gibson (Used to make good movies. Maybe he and Cruise should see the same therapist. Or something. But quit telling me about it. And, yes, he said a bunch of racial slurs –he’s a jerk—but, dammit, first and foremost, he was driving drunk. He could have killed people.)
American Idol and Big Brother (Don’t care who got booted. Really don’t care.)
Scientology. (Cult for rich, bubble-not-on-center celebrities created by a cut-rate sci-fi writer. Don’t care. If rich folk want to join, it’s a free country. Just don’t tell me about it.)
Steroids (Really? Some athletes might taking strength-enhancing drugs? Tell me it ain’t so. Yeah, wake up and smell the coffee.)
My tirade is done. The soapbox is free for someone else.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
A friend sent this article to me. It was "allegedly" an article in Good Housekeeping in 1955. I have my doubts this was real but I've been wrong before.
* Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have be thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they get home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.
*Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
*Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. Run a dustcloth over the tables.
*During the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering to his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Encourage the children to be quiet. Be happy to see him.
*Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
*Don't greet him with complaints and problems. Don't complain if he's late for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through at work.
*Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or lie him down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.
*Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness.
*You have no right to question him.
*A good wife always knows her place.
Monday, August 21, 2006
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Friday, August 18, 2006
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Monday, August 14, 2006
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Friday, August 11, 2006
Sunday, August 06, 2006
CLASS REUNION
What was the event you attended today?
My high school, Santiago High in Garden Grove CA, held a reunion/fundraiser at the campus. Several classes were invited. I saw people who attended during the sixties, seventies (I was a member of the Class of ’73), and eighties.
Have you attended many reunions in the past?
A couple.
Why did you attend this one?
Not sure. I had the time. Thought it would be nice to “catch up” with some old friends. I’ve been thinking about the past a little bit more than usual lately. I have been ever since my friend, Thor Swanson, passed away. He was a member of the Santiago Class of ’73, too.
What was the first thing you noticed?
While I grew up in Garden Grove, I hadn’t been in that area for fifteen-twenty years. When I got off the freeway, I thought the neighborhood was smaller and more congested than I remembered it being. Some familiar landmarks were still there. Bob Mucha’s Chevron was now a Chevron Mini-Mart for example. A couple places were really rundown. Others had been remodeled or rebuilt.
What about the high school?
It was very clean and spruced up. More buildings. When I attended, there was barbed wire running along the top of the chain-link fences. That was gone. Someone else remarked on that, too.
How did it feel being on the old campus?
Weird. Good memories and bad memories surfaced. I don’t understand why the incredibly stupid stunts you pulled flash back first. Not that I did anything too bad. No drugs or fights or anything. But I always felt awkward and out-of-step in high school (especially in social situations where I always picked the wrong thing to say or do) and some of those feelings flooded back. Maybe they never truly go away.
What about your classmates?
Lord, I went to school with a bunch of old people. No, really, I remembered a few immediately and a few remembered me. One woman didn’t know me but remembered my younger brother, Tim. Another woman and I remembered working together at a part-time job but not going to school together. Met a few new people. It was good to see Seth, Bob, Karen, Brenda, Gary, Michelle and others. Found out that I’m not the only one who moved out to the Inland Empire. There were a couple of people that didn’t attend who I wished had. All were very nice.
Will you go to another reunion?
Maybe. We’ll see when it happens.
Why “we’ll see”?
I have to be honest. If my hair doesn’t fall out or turn completely gray and if I don’t put on anymore pounds around the middle, I probably will go. Oh, man, I did go back to high school in mind and body. Are my clothes cool? Will this stuff really cover up my zits? Will there be any cute girls there? If there are, what do I say that won't be dumb or embarrassing ?