You're Only as Old as You Feel

We had a plan. We set the goal. We made preparations. We went stealth. Then we succesfully completed our mission. This past weekend, some friends and I went chalking. I had more fun than I knew what to do with. And I discovered that the old saying "You're Only as Old as You Feel" is very true.

This is how you play the game...you choose unsuspecting friends (really, don't try this with strangers...not as funny and they might call the cops if they bust you) and in the dark hours of night, you attack, uh, with chalk. Chalk their sidewalk, their driveway, the walkway to their front door...whatever. Oh, but be careful of motion sensor lights. Those can be pesky and can foil a chalking plan better than just about anything else. However, they're not as bad as a barking dog which will quickly make you jump to you feet, yell "Run! Run!", throw caution to the wind and run to your car with wild abandon all while your flip flops slap the pavement wildly (and loudly) underneath you.

Good times, people. Good times.

Okay, I've seen better days.

I'm hurting. At this point, it's wise not to touch me, breathe too close to me or even look at me. Last night, I went to the gym. I haven't been in about 5 months. I got on the weight machines and just had a merry old time doing as many reps and with as much weight as I had done when I was going to the gym regularly. Suddenly, the lightning bolt that is reason, struck my brain as I was finishing up on my last machine. This is not smart. In fact, it's pretty dumb. Huh. Isn't that interesting? But, it was too late. The damage had been done. Today, I hurt. And it has gotten progressively worse as the day has gone by. Fabulous. Kids, don't try that stunt at home. It's just plain goofy.

Oh Cow...It was Amazing

Every now and then, the movie industry stuns me. Stuns me to the point where I want to stand up when the movie is over, applaud and yell out "Stunning! Was anyone else stunned?!". Okay, I think I've said the word stun in several of its variations enough times. I'll stop now. I have really only been stunned (sorry) one other time that I can recall and that is when The Passion of the Christ was released. Of course, when that one was over, I had to sit completely still for about ten minutes and try to regain my composure. Not much on the jumping out of my seat with a hoot and a hollar. But last night, I saw End of the Spear. That movie was amazing, stunning even (couldn't help myself!!). It was raw with emotion and it pulled no punches portraying the story of the five missionaries who gave their lives in Ecuador 50 years ago and the subsequent transformation of the tribe responsible for their deaths. Please see this movie if you have the chance. I give it two very enthusiastic thumbs up while the rest of my hands are gripping tear-sodden kleenex.

Hoot and a half!

I laughed. And I laughed. And then I laughed some more. Seriously, it was out of control. Last night, I met with a couple of my friends to work on a few things for them. These two women are beyond funny when they're alone, but when you get them together, you're always holding your breath to see if the universe is going to implode...as if it's a travesty against the laws of nature for these two to be in the same room together. They are just that funny.

I think we did more laughing than work last night. But that's alright. We did get quite a bit accomplished and we are well on our way to getting this project on a roll to completion.

Thanks Ladies! You two are a hoot and a half!

Need some cheap, abundantly hysterical entertainment?

Have you ever wanted the chance to sit back, relax and utterly enjoy the heck out of someone doing something most amusing? You may be thinking I am refering to a stand-up comedian or possibly even your crazy Uncle Joe who has a scoche too much Holiday cheer at Christmas and tries to dance the Macarena. But I'm not. Seriously. As funny as those things might be, especially the latter, I am referring to my guitar lessons. Trust me, these things can provide hours of entertainment for those of you a little short on cash and are in desperate need of side-splitting laughter. I'll be going along through a song and will suddenly have a brain freeze. I know the chord...I've played it a million times. But suddenly, and for no apparent reason, my fingers completely forget what to do. This episode leaves me staring at my fingers with a dumb-founded expression on my face and all I can do is say "Why fingers? Why?!" And as soon as brain freeze sets in, my guitar instructor, laughs for a good long while as I sit and ponder what just happened. In all seriousness, folks, my guitar instructor deserves to have a good laugh at my expense from time to time. He's taken me, someone who has played the violin for about 19 years and has taught me how to play the guitar. I'm having to retrain my arms, fingers, and wrists to do things that are huge NO-NO's when playing the violin. So, next time you see him, give him a pat on the back or a big hug and have pity on him. He has to hear me play every week.

Peace!!

It's a sad, sad day for Blue and Orange

I cried, I begged, I pleaded, I threw my fists in the air and even tried pouting a little, all to no avail. The Broncos still lost. Can you believe it? They lost to the Steelers! Please. The Steelers. No #6 seed team has ever made it to the Super Bowl...until now that is. That's just wrong, folks. Wrong, I tell you!! However, I'm going to stop talking about that now because I am likely to fly off into an uncontrollable rage. And that's just not pretty.

Other than the atrocities of yesterday, my weekend was pretty great. I spent time shopping watching movies, playing my guitar, singing, enjoying friends company...and I laughed a lot. It's so fabulous to be surrounded by good friends. And it's even better when you can find friends who don't mind when you throw yourself on the floor, kick, scream, drool a little and fly off the handle like a stark, raving madwoman. So, here's to my friends!! They take me anyway I come. You guys are the greatest!!

How was your weekend? I hope it was a splendid one.

It's a Bird! It's a Plane! It's a...Banana?

Last year, around the beginning of spring, I went to Book/Music/Video store with some friends. Hanging on a rack at the front of the store is where the purple monkey power was originated. What was this phenomenon? What could possibly be my muse? A pair of pink flip-flops. Now, you may be asking yourself, what is so incredible about pink flip-flops? Well, I'll tell you. The strap! The strap was a purple monkey. His arms stretched back to the sides of the flip-flop and his little tail wound between your toes. I was entranced. It took a moment for me to snap out of my daze. I picked up a pair of the incredible flip-flops and looked at my friends. Then in a whisper, barely audible, I said "Feel the Power of the Purple Monkey." And that, ladies and gentlemen, is where it all began. I have since created a super hero persona for myself that includes a purple suit with a monkey face. My weapon of choice? A boomerang that looks like a banana. But that is for another time and place.