Regardless of the situation, no matter how hopeless the outcome may be, I will never quit, and I will never back down. I have become the wolf.

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Stupid is as stupid does


I wondered why I slept till 2 this afternoon.  I wondered why I felt “not quite right”, why I wasn’t hungry or thirsty or have any energy.  I just wanted to sleep and couldn’t, everything ached.  Till I looked at my patch and remembered that I was two days late with it.  So stupid.  I freaking know better.  What I was feeling was the first stages of withdrawal, I should so know these by now since I’m so stupid so often.

Found another angel today.  Joe went to the dentist and came back with a package of dental tools that they can’t use any more.  The last time I was in there the assistant and I were talking about glass work and tools and how we shared the same tools and what I used her tools for.  She since went around the office and collected all the “unusable’s” and packaged them up for me.  I love it when angels peek around corners and let you see their faces, even for a split second.  I got a warm, full sensation right around my heart.  That someone would remember a casual conversation and go beyond to actually find tools for me and to make sure I got them, that takes a big ‘ol heart.

Spent the evening watching “another Karate Kid” with Hillary Swank and I’m so wondering how old she was when this movie was made.  The poor costumer spent every minute of the movie trying to cover her adult sized breasts.  I’m amazed they didn’t make more appearances  they did.  I’m convinced they kept making these movies to give Pat Morita a job for another few years. Why is it that I can watch these silly teen-age movies over and over and can only stomach James Bond and his ilk only once?

I’m off to bed.  I can’t believe I slept most of the day away and I’m still tired.  I think my SAD is rearing up again.  Lovely, seasonal depression on top of everyday depression.  A double dose.

Anyone watch the show “Double Diva’s” last night.  Yep, they finally did it.  The advertising boobs made a show about boobs.  Big Boobs too.  Not your everyday boobs.  All we need now is one called “Big Banana Hammocks” and they will have shown all their cards.  We already have the boobs and the ass (Ms Kim) covered.

Really off to bed now.  My thoughts are taking on a random pattern even I’m not comfortable with.

Nostalga kicked in today


remembering the Drive-in theatre.  Commerce Drive Inn

The last great money-saving, entertainment for parents of the 60’s and 70’s.  We would only go about once a month, but the planning that went into that venture was worthy of any military invasion.

Mom would set her quarters aside in a separate jar for the movie fund.  When we got to 5.00 We could start to plan.

First there was figuring out which theater to go to.  There were five in the area and they all showed different genre of movies each week.  Diane liked the dopey love stories, I wanted the horror movies and Steven wanted the latest cartoon.  We would have contests to see who got to pick.  Usually it was the one who hit the hardest.  I got to see a lot of horror movies in my youth.

Then there was the snack planning.  We would pop a big brown grocery bag full of popcorn and cover it with butter.  PB&J sandwiches and gallon jugs of Kool-aid.  Usually that day, I would walk the two miles to the party store, collecting bottles and cans along the way, so I could buy a candy bar to take with me.  Since Diane was too lazy to collect anything I always had to share with her, and that sucked, but mom made me.  So I’d get Milk duds or something with lots of little pieces so I would only have to give her a couple and claim it was half.

So it’s the evening of the movie.  We are all so excited.  Mom puts us in our jammies about an hour before sundown and loads up the car.  Pillows, blankets, cooler, popcorn, barf bag for Diane, socks and shoes for potty runs, and the ever popular and indispensable “mosquito coil”.  A wonderful hot burning item that you place in your vehicle and it produces the most irritating smoke and awful stench.  But it worked and you could keep the windows open and enjoy the air.

It would only take a few minutes to get to any of the five theatres near us.  For 5.00 a carload, the whole family could escape for four hours.

Sometimes we would take lawn chairs with us and sit out in front of the car.  The kids all knew each other so we would run and play if the movie was boring.  Which the first one always was.  The second movie was always the headliner and we loved it.  We got to stay up late, run around in our jams, eat fun food (which we never got at home) and play.

By the end of the night we usually had to search out our parents, they tended to gather into groups with their “grown up kool-aid and chat.  A lot of the time though, we were asleep by the end of the second movie and would wake up, tucked into bed, with a faint taste of popcorn on your tongue.  You smile, think about the wonders you saw earlier that night and start to wonder when the next 5.00 will be.

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