So I've watched a few movies over the last couple of weeks and wanted to give you some quick reviews.
1) Foul Play: Goldie Hawn & Chevy Chase in a movie that's probably best viewed as a time capsule of the late 70's. Seriously. I mean, there were some serious flashbacks going on while I watched this movie. Couple of quick things. Wow, how is it that we all didn't realize what a major a-hole Chevy Chase was? He's basically doing his Saturday Night Live schtick here in his first film role, and he gets old really quick. What's sad about that is that Goldie Hawn is really good here as the damsel in distress who's trying to stop a plot to assassinate the pope (!). This was right before her run with Private Benjamin and other big successful movies, and she really has a natural charm to her.
Great support provided by Burgess Meredith, who's hilarious as her landlord, Rachel Roberts & Dudley Moore. This was really Moore's breakout performance in the U.S.
He already was a big star in the U.K., but this is the role that really got him noticed.
A fun little romantic comedy with a suspense twist that's almost totally ruined by Chase.
Still---***1/2
2) The Great Race: Its the mid-60's, and apparently somebody told producer//director Blake Edwards to just spend one hell of a lot of money making a chase movie.
Here he gets Tony Curtis (fine), Jack Lemmon (terrifically hammy), Peter Falk (very funny as a henchman) & an absolutely gorgeous Natalie Wood to make that movie.
Seriously, there are a couple of scenes in here where Natalie is walking around essentially wearing a teddy.....and.....wow! Suffice to say, she was no longer the girl from Miracle on 34th Street. I mean SMOKING hot. Anyway, back to the movie.
Curtis & Lemmon are rival daredevils who become involved in a race from New York to Paris in 1908. Its all pretty harmless, and there's a great piefight besides. ***1/2
3) The Boatniks: Late 60's Disney fluff with Robert Morse (who?) and a very young Stephanie Powers, who was an absolute knockout. The best part of the movie is watching veterans Phil Silvers & Norman Fell chew through the scenary as a couple of jewel thieves. I kept wondering when Joe Flynn was going to show up. Wasn't he in every live action Disney film made in the 60's? To tell you the truth, I really rented it pretty much because I remember seeing it as a kid. Apparently I wasn't a huge film buff back then. **3/4
4) Atlantic City: So here's a movie that I've always thought about renting, but never got around to it. Its one of those films that I had always heard good things about--heard it was up for a bunch of awards, etc etc---but never got around to watching. What a mistake. Director Louis Malle's look at the decaying Atlantic City through the eyes of former mob gopher Burt Lancaster and casino employee Susan Sarandon is a really nice little film about losers in life ultimately winning the small victories that mean more to them than they would to you & me. Both are really good, in particular Sarandon, who really burst onto the national scene with her performance here. Interesting film. ****
5) The House on 92nd Street: A really fun look back at the FBI's battle with the Nazi's right before the start of WWII. The always capable Lloyd Nolan is the FBI agent, and the villians are the really obvious, nasty ones. There's a terrific supplement to the DVD where a film noir expert discusses whether or not the movie really is film noir, or just an interesting look at history (apparently told pretty much through the eyes of J. Edgar Hoover, who saw over the making of the film). Anyway, if you rent the film, make sure to watch that part of the DVD, because its really interesting. ***3/4
Later,
Jeff
Friday, August 29, 2008
8/29/08---Let me tell you about my friends at DirectTV
So I have DirectTV. The main reason for that is that the town I live in has a horrible cable company that has their contract. Oh sure, everyone else in my county has Comcast or one of the "big companies", but we're stuck with some Mom & Pop company that has reception that is right out of the late 70's on the UHF channel.
If your antenna is good that is. So I have to put up with the whole occasional "seeking signal" thing on my television when the weather is bad, but trust me....I can live with that in lieu of our cable company.
Of course, then there is dealing with DirectTV on the phone. Hence my latest post.
I called recently to make some deletions to my account---stuff I really didn't need.
(Hey, its the economy, okay?) So I'm talking on the phone to the account representative and she mentions something about my "HD upgrade". Uh, what HD upgrade?
Come to find out, the good folks at DirectTV had been charging me since MARCH of this year for HD reception that I...uh....didn't have. I told her that I would absolutely love to actually, ya know, HAVE something that I was paying for. She made the necessary adjustments (i.e., CREDITED my account) and we set up an appointment for the DirectTV guy to come out to my house and do what needed to be done. We made the appointment for a Sunday in the afternoon, which fit our schedule as we were going to be coming home that day from visiting my parents and that way I wouldn't have to take time off from work.
Okay, here's where the story takes off---stay with me.
The contractor was supposed to come between "12 & 5". I finally called DirectTV about 5:30 to find out if something had happened...if there had been a cancellation, whatever. She informed me that it was still on the schedule, but that since the guy was late, I would get a $100 credit to my account. Not bad. Finally, about 30 minutes later, I get a call from the guy telling me that he's heading over to my house. More or less.
He finally showed up around 6:15pm. He comes into the house and shows me the work order. Which is for everything but, you guessed it....the HD upgrade. Oh sure, he had a couple of new receivers for our rooms....but no HD upgrade. Which sort of aggravated me. So we called.....my good friends at DirectTV. And I told them what the problem was! And they asked to speak to the guy, and basically informed him that he had to go back to his home office and get the part--or have someone bring it to him. On a Sunday--at 6:30pm. Yeah, I don't think so lady. Especially since his home office was in Miami--another country removed from my house. So believe it or not, he actually gets into an arguement with the lady on the phone. And he hands me the phone and tells me with disgust:
"I don't wanna talk to her no more." (Add the heavy Spanish accent)
So I get back on the phone and the lady tells me that he HAS to do what she told him.
I told her, I don't really care who does what....I just want my freakin HD. (The one that I had been paying for, remember?) I then mentioned....and this is something that everyone reading this should always remember when ever dealing with DirectTV, because these are the magic words to remember.....are you ready?
"YOU KNOW, I'M CONSIDERING A RETURN TO MY CABLE COMPANY."
Holy crap, did that cause a change in attitude. She started reducing my fees left and right. And then she told me that the guy, the contractor, would go and make an appointment with his office to have my HD connected. I hung up, and the contractor told me that SHE would make the appointment, because he wasn't going to do it. It wasn't his job. Why does this happen to me?
Well, I waited a couple of days and no one called me to make an appointment. So, I called my good friends at DirectTV. You won't believe it. They had made the appointment already---they just didn't bother to tell me about it. Yeah boy.
So the appointment was scheduled a few weeks down the road....on a Tuesday morning. Yep, because NO ONE works on a Tuesday morning do they? Do they think I'm a stripper or something---that I have Tuesday mornings available?
So I change my appointment time to--(ducking my head)---a Sunday. But this one was in the morning. 8 to 12. And my appointment day comes....and its 11:45 and I haven't heard anything yet. You might appreciate why I would be concerned. So I call....my friends at DirectTV. As I'm expressing my concerns.....the guy calls....and I barely understand him (he's from Miami)...but I do get the part about his being 10 minutes away. And he arrives, right at noon (there goes another $100 discount!) and he's got my HD!! I'm so happyat this point, I don't even care when the one guy starts pointing at my dish and speaking rather excitedly in Spanish to the other guy. Then, the guy that can (barely) speak English says something rather amusing to me:
"He says we have to charge you $70 to mount the new dish."
You probably can imagine that this amused me. And I asked him...politely....exactly why was that? Especially since, ya know...I already had another one up there and figured that he would just put the new dish where the old one was.
"Uh, this bigger dish. Have to secure it with special bracket."
I thoughtfully mentioned that no one had bothered to mention this to me when I spoke too....my friends at DirectTV. And then he said....and I'm not joking:
"Well, its only $70."
I respectfully mentioned that I didn't have that on me in cash and asked him if he did.
(Confused look by the contractor)
Then I mentioned that I thought it was time for me to call....my friends at DirectTV.
Which of course meant another 2 or 3 minutes of pressing buttons on the phone until you, ya know, actually SPOKE to someone. (What is this...AOL?) Finally I got an account representative on the phone, mentioned the problem and was advised......
"He absolutely cannot charge you to mount the new dish. Positively."
I then handed the contractor the phone and asked him to speak to the representative.
And, for the 2nd time in less than a month, the contractor ended up handing me the phone and told me....
"I don't wanna talk to her no more."
So I get back on the phone....start talking to the rep....and the contractor asks if he can speak to me....so I hand the phone to my wife. So I walk outside and the guy tells me that the reason he "had to charge me $70" is that putting the new dish up the way the company wanted him too would mean having to nail the bracket to the wood on the side of the roof....or something like that. But, if I wanted him to put it up, he would do it....but that the company never wanted to tell anyone that his way was the best way because "they would lose customers" by telling them there was an extra fee. I told him to just putting the freakin dish up there.
So I go back into the house and my wife hands me the phone.....and I tell the account representative.....the one that the guy THOUGHT I had hung up with....what he had told me....including the bit about how the company didn't tell me about the extra $70 and all that. She had a nice laugh and then......more reductions in fees for my troubles!!! Woohoo! So the guy finishes up, and I'm finally hooked up with the HD that I was supposed to have 6 months ago.
Kim told me we got our DirectTV bill the other day.......$19.
I would like to thank.......my friends at DirectTV.
Later,
Jeff
If your antenna is good that is. So I have to put up with the whole occasional "seeking signal" thing on my television when the weather is bad, but trust me....I can live with that in lieu of our cable company.
Of course, then there is dealing with DirectTV on the phone. Hence my latest post.
I called recently to make some deletions to my account---stuff I really didn't need.
(Hey, its the economy, okay?) So I'm talking on the phone to the account representative and she mentions something about my "HD upgrade". Uh, what HD upgrade?
Come to find out, the good folks at DirectTV had been charging me since MARCH of this year for HD reception that I...uh....didn't have. I told her that I would absolutely love to actually, ya know, HAVE something that I was paying for. She made the necessary adjustments (i.e., CREDITED my account) and we set up an appointment for the DirectTV guy to come out to my house and do what needed to be done. We made the appointment for a Sunday in the afternoon, which fit our schedule as we were going to be coming home that day from visiting my parents and that way I wouldn't have to take time off from work.
Okay, here's where the story takes off---stay with me.
The contractor was supposed to come between "12 & 5". I finally called DirectTV about 5:30 to find out if something had happened...if there had been a cancellation, whatever. She informed me that it was still on the schedule, but that since the guy was late, I would get a $100 credit to my account. Not bad. Finally, about 30 minutes later, I get a call from the guy telling me that he's heading over to my house. More or less.
He finally showed up around 6:15pm. He comes into the house and shows me the work order. Which is for everything but, you guessed it....the HD upgrade. Oh sure, he had a couple of new receivers for our rooms....but no HD upgrade. Which sort of aggravated me. So we called.....my good friends at DirectTV. And I told them what the problem was! And they asked to speak to the guy, and basically informed him that he had to go back to his home office and get the part--or have someone bring it to him. On a Sunday--at 6:30pm. Yeah, I don't think so lady. Especially since his home office was in Miami--another country removed from my house. So believe it or not, he actually gets into an arguement with the lady on the phone. And he hands me the phone and tells me with disgust:
"I don't wanna talk to her no more." (Add the heavy Spanish accent)
So I get back on the phone and the lady tells me that he HAS to do what she told him.
I told her, I don't really care who does what....I just want my freakin HD. (The one that I had been paying for, remember?) I then mentioned....and this is something that everyone reading this should always remember when ever dealing with DirectTV, because these are the magic words to remember.....are you ready?
"YOU KNOW, I'M CONSIDERING A RETURN TO MY CABLE COMPANY."
Holy crap, did that cause a change in attitude. She started reducing my fees left and right. And then she told me that the guy, the contractor, would go and make an appointment with his office to have my HD connected. I hung up, and the contractor told me that SHE would make the appointment, because he wasn't going to do it. It wasn't his job. Why does this happen to me?
Well, I waited a couple of days and no one called me to make an appointment. So, I called my good friends at DirectTV. You won't believe it. They had made the appointment already---they just didn't bother to tell me about it. Yeah boy.
So the appointment was scheduled a few weeks down the road....on a Tuesday morning. Yep, because NO ONE works on a Tuesday morning do they? Do they think I'm a stripper or something---that I have Tuesday mornings available?
So I change my appointment time to--(ducking my head)---a Sunday. But this one was in the morning. 8 to 12. And my appointment day comes....and its 11:45 and I haven't heard anything yet. You might appreciate why I would be concerned. So I call....my friends at DirectTV. As I'm expressing my concerns.....the guy calls....and I barely understand him (he's from Miami)...but I do get the part about his being 10 minutes away. And he arrives, right at noon (there goes another $100 discount!) and he's got my HD!! I'm so happyat this point, I don't even care when the one guy starts pointing at my dish and speaking rather excitedly in Spanish to the other guy. Then, the guy that can (barely) speak English says something rather amusing to me:
"He says we have to charge you $70 to mount the new dish."
You probably can imagine that this amused me. And I asked him...politely....exactly why was that? Especially since, ya know...I already had another one up there and figured that he would just put the new dish where the old one was.
"Uh, this bigger dish. Have to secure it with special bracket."
I thoughtfully mentioned that no one had bothered to mention this to me when I spoke too....my friends at DirectTV. And then he said....and I'm not joking:
"Well, its only $70."
I respectfully mentioned that I didn't have that on me in cash and asked him if he did.
(Confused look by the contractor)
Then I mentioned that I thought it was time for me to call....my friends at DirectTV.
Which of course meant another 2 or 3 minutes of pressing buttons on the phone until you, ya know, actually SPOKE to someone. (What is this...AOL?) Finally I got an account representative on the phone, mentioned the problem and was advised......
"He absolutely cannot charge you to mount the new dish. Positively."
I then handed the contractor the phone and asked him to speak to the representative.
And, for the 2nd time in less than a month, the contractor ended up handing me the phone and told me....
"I don't wanna talk to her no more."
So I get back on the phone....start talking to the rep....and the contractor asks if he can speak to me....so I hand the phone to my wife. So I walk outside and the guy tells me that the reason he "had to charge me $70" is that putting the new dish up the way the company wanted him too would mean having to nail the bracket to the wood on the side of the roof....or something like that. But, if I wanted him to put it up, he would do it....but that the company never wanted to tell anyone that his way was the best way because "they would lose customers" by telling them there was an extra fee. I told him to just putting the freakin dish up there.
So I go back into the house and my wife hands me the phone.....and I tell the account representative.....the one that the guy THOUGHT I had hung up with....what he had told me....including the bit about how the company didn't tell me about the extra $70 and all that. She had a nice laugh and then......more reductions in fees for my troubles!!! Woohoo! So the guy finishes up, and I'm finally hooked up with the HD that I was supposed to have 6 months ago.
Kim told me we got our DirectTV bill the other day.......$19.
I would like to thank.......my friends at DirectTV.
Later,
Jeff
Thursday, August 14, 2008
8/14/08---Actual Parenting stuff!
So last night, since Kim was off driving Andy up to New Jersey (and calling in every hour to announce different points of interest---"I just drove past Beaufort, S.C.!!")
I had the duties of accompanying Kellie to her new school's open house. They had a little presentation in the school's gymnasium, complete with a visit from the mayor and the band and the cheerleaders. It was Kellie's first actual appearence with her new band which sounded pretty good.
Of course, before the concert she had a full day's worth of practice in the Florida sun.
So I have to pick her up, take her home for a quick shower and get her back to school in time for the concert. Thank God her school isn't 1/2 hour away like last year. So she gets home, I get dressed, and she comes out and announces that she has to be to school in approximately 5 minutes. We pile into the car and we're making our way out of the neighborhood when she announces:
"Oh man....I just split my pants."
"Really? Wow, I did that the other day at work. I spent the whole day covering up."
And I keep on driving.
"Um, are you planning on turning around and going back home?"
"Well," I said, "you didn't tell me you wanted to do THAT."
Apparently I didn't stop to consider the untold anguish that could've been heaped upon a new student with a hole in their pants.
So, we go back home, and Kellie changes pants. Quickly.
So then, we get back to school (in record time!) and I drop her off and go park the car, heading towards the big show in the gym. I was really my first look at the new school, and everything was very well organized, with students passing out flyers with info, and the different clubs and organizations on campus having tables set up waiting to solicit either money or new members. And then of course, there were the new students, all trying desperately to either look cool or find their way around. It was at that point that I had my heavy acid flashback, as I noticed that a lot of kids were wearing the LED ZEPPLIN t-shirts with long hair.
Did I skip the 80's & 90's and just go right back to MY high school days? Was it '79?
Uh....no.
So anyway, we then do the assembly//pep rally and then we're off to find Kellie's new classes and meet and greet the teachers. They all seem very nice, although every single one of them takes the opportunity to mention the "budget cuts" and how there's no money for anything, etc etc. Honey, we are no longer in the private school system, that's for sure. So we get to Kellie's next to last class, and Kellie realizes that its a class that she's already taken. You know what that means.
Yep, instant drama and panic.
So, we're off to the guidance office to get some...uh...guidance.
Where we promptly meet someone who was "just leaving", and seemed not really interested in what we were asking. So I did what any intelligent Dad would do when faced with a situation like that.
I told her that my wife, who was out of town, would call her tomorrow.
Folks, before you scoff, let me tell you. This parenting stuff---I'm just winging it. You know, making it up as I go along. The really important stuff? I let Kim decide.
So we finished up and we're driving home, and Kellie and I are talking about her classes and which ones look good, etc etc. And I mention the class that she is going to have to drop and how her Mom is going to call tomorrow to see what's what....and of course, Kellie puts it all into perspective.
"Well, if I drop that class and add another, that's fine...as long as I don't have to switch my lunch hour....because I really like my lunch hour. All my friends are going to be in that lunch hour."
Lunch hour. So now you know what's REALLY important to today's teenagers.
Later,
Jeff
I had the duties of accompanying Kellie to her new school's open house. They had a little presentation in the school's gymnasium, complete with a visit from the mayor and the band and the cheerleaders. It was Kellie's first actual appearence with her new band which sounded pretty good.
Of course, before the concert she had a full day's worth of practice in the Florida sun.
So I have to pick her up, take her home for a quick shower and get her back to school in time for the concert. Thank God her school isn't 1/2 hour away like last year. So she gets home, I get dressed, and she comes out and announces that she has to be to school in approximately 5 minutes. We pile into the car and we're making our way out of the neighborhood when she announces:
"Oh man....I just split my pants."
"Really? Wow, I did that the other day at work. I spent the whole day covering up."
And I keep on driving.
"Um, are you planning on turning around and going back home?"
"Well," I said, "you didn't tell me you wanted to do THAT."
Apparently I didn't stop to consider the untold anguish that could've been heaped upon a new student with a hole in their pants.
So, we go back home, and Kellie changes pants. Quickly.
So then, we get back to school (in record time!) and I drop her off and go park the car, heading towards the big show in the gym. I was really my first look at the new school, and everything was very well organized, with students passing out flyers with info, and the different clubs and organizations on campus having tables set up waiting to solicit either money or new members. And then of course, there were the new students, all trying desperately to either look cool or find their way around. It was at that point that I had my heavy acid flashback, as I noticed that a lot of kids were wearing the LED ZEPPLIN t-shirts with long hair.
Did I skip the 80's & 90's and just go right back to MY high school days? Was it '79?
Uh....no.
So anyway, we then do the assembly//pep rally and then we're off to find Kellie's new classes and meet and greet the teachers. They all seem very nice, although every single one of them takes the opportunity to mention the "budget cuts" and how there's no money for anything, etc etc. Honey, we are no longer in the private school system, that's for sure. So we get to Kellie's next to last class, and Kellie realizes that its a class that she's already taken. You know what that means.
Yep, instant drama and panic.
So, we're off to the guidance office to get some...uh...guidance.
Where we promptly meet someone who was "just leaving", and seemed not really interested in what we were asking. So I did what any intelligent Dad would do when faced with a situation like that.
I told her that my wife, who was out of town, would call her tomorrow.
Folks, before you scoff, let me tell you. This parenting stuff---I'm just winging it. You know, making it up as I go along. The really important stuff? I let Kim decide.
So we finished up and we're driving home, and Kellie and I are talking about her classes and which ones look good, etc etc. And I mention the class that she is going to have to drop and how her Mom is going to call tomorrow to see what's what....and of course, Kellie puts it all into perspective.
"Well, if I drop that class and add another, that's fine...as long as I don't have to switch my lunch hour....because I really like my lunch hour. All my friends are going to be in that lunch hour."
Lunch hour. So now you know what's REALLY important to today's teenagers.
Later,
Jeff
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
8/13/08---Andy's journey begins
So this morning I stood and watched Kim pull out of the driveway to begin the journey that will take Andy to college. I stood there and thought about how much has changed since I first met Kim and the kids, and of course Andy in particular, back in 1999.
It seems so hard to believe that he was a goofy 9 year old kid back then and now....well, now he's a goofy 18 year old, but I digress.
People have asked me if I would get emotional at Andy's departure, and I truthfully said no. Last night was Andy's last opportunity to go to his tae-kwon-do class, and at the end of the session the teacher called Andy up in front of the class of adults and kids and spoke of how much Andy had grown up before their very eyes and how proud they were of him. Okay, I sorta got a little choked up at that point, but I caught myself!
So this morning we were loading up the rented mini-van (Kim says she is NOT turning into a mini-van Mom, just in case anyone was wondering) and I was looking at how seemingly little Andy was taking. His room looked the same. All the posters and all the books. He left a pair of sneakers in his closet.
"Aren't you taking those?" I asked.
"Nope. I have a pair."
"One pair of shoes? That's it?"
"Well...I have some sandals too."
One pair of sneakers and a pair of sandals.
And he's ready for college.
I guess if the occasion calls for dress shoes he'll, ya know....have to wing it.
Fare thee well Andrew Poe-Bowdren.....fare thee well.
Later,
Jeff
It seems so hard to believe that he was a goofy 9 year old kid back then and now....well, now he's a goofy 18 year old, but I digress.
People have asked me if I would get emotional at Andy's departure, and I truthfully said no. Last night was Andy's last opportunity to go to his tae-kwon-do class, and at the end of the session the teacher called Andy up in front of the class of adults and kids and spoke of how much Andy had grown up before their very eyes and how proud they were of him. Okay, I sorta got a little choked up at that point, but I caught myself!
So this morning we were loading up the rented mini-van (Kim says she is NOT turning into a mini-van Mom, just in case anyone was wondering) and I was looking at how seemingly little Andy was taking. His room looked the same. All the posters and all the books. He left a pair of sneakers in his closet.
"Aren't you taking those?" I asked.
"Nope. I have a pair."
"One pair of shoes? That's it?"
"Well...I have some sandals too."
One pair of sneakers and a pair of sandals.
And he's ready for college.
I guess if the occasion calls for dress shoes he'll, ya know....have to wing it.
Fare thee well Andrew Poe-Bowdren.....fare thee well.
Later,
Jeff
Monday, August 4, 2008
8/4/08---Its a cluster of birthdays!!!
Yeah, once again I've failed my readers by going a couple of weeks without writing.
Trust me...there's been drama (isn't there always?). This time....drama I can't go into right now...but maybe later. In the meantime....
We went up and visited America's favorite couple this past weekend---my parents!
Yep, we helped celebrate my Dad's 80th birthday! Yikes almighty--8 decades worth!
It was also my parents last chance to see Andy before he heads off to college next week. Whaaaaaaaaaa????
Yep, young Mr. Andrew is off to the Garden State next Wednesday--to the lovely town of Hoboken, NJ....home of Francis Albert Sinatra, thank you very much.
And tomorrow is my lovely wife Kim's birthday, so today--since I had the day off--I decided that I was going to surprise her and go up and take her to lunch. That was, of course, before she told me that she was not going to be TAKING lunch and had to work at the doctor's office this afternoon. DOH! Change in plans time! So I go up to the store, pick up a card, a nice plant in a vase//planter and a balloon. So I'm off to visit, wherein I proceed to hit EVERY SINGLE TRAFFIC LIGHT in Broward County on the way. I get there and ask her receptionist Sandy to page her for me so I can surprise her with the gifts. Sandy plays it up like there's an emergency at the front desk, and Kim is on her way. So while we're waiting, Sandy is looking at the plant, and tells me how nice it is. Then she says.....somewhat ominously......
"Um, is there something you too haven't told me?"
"Whatta ya mean?"
"I mean the planter."
"What about it?"
"Well....it just that its.....um...."
At this point I see Kim rounding the corner...she sees me and smiles and then says:
"Why did you get me a planter for someone who had a baby?"
DOH!
We informed Sandy that Kim was NOT having a baby....but that her husband was apparently too stupid to realize the difference between a birthday planter and one that had BABY on it.
Ahem.
Happy Birthday honey.
Your schmookie.
Later,
Jeff
Trust me...there's been drama (isn't there always?). This time....drama I can't go into right now...but maybe later. In the meantime....
We went up and visited America's favorite couple this past weekend---my parents!
Yep, we helped celebrate my Dad's 80th birthday! Yikes almighty--8 decades worth!
It was also my parents last chance to see Andy before he heads off to college next week. Whaaaaaaaaaa????
Yep, young Mr. Andrew is off to the Garden State next Wednesday--to the lovely town of Hoboken, NJ....home of Francis Albert Sinatra, thank you very much.
And tomorrow is my lovely wife Kim's birthday, so today--since I had the day off--I decided that I was going to surprise her and go up and take her to lunch. That was, of course, before she told me that she was not going to be TAKING lunch and had to work at the doctor's office this afternoon. DOH! Change in plans time! So I go up to the store, pick up a card, a nice plant in a vase//planter and a balloon. So I'm off to visit, wherein I proceed to hit EVERY SINGLE TRAFFIC LIGHT in Broward County on the way. I get there and ask her receptionist Sandy to page her for me so I can surprise her with the gifts. Sandy plays it up like there's an emergency at the front desk, and Kim is on her way. So while we're waiting, Sandy is looking at the plant, and tells me how nice it is. Then she says.....somewhat ominously......
"Um, is there something you too haven't told me?"
"Whatta ya mean?"
"I mean the planter."
"What about it?"
"Well....it just that its.....um...."
At this point I see Kim rounding the corner...she sees me and smiles and then says:
"Why did you get me a planter for someone who had a baby?"
DOH!
We informed Sandy that Kim was NOT having a baby....but that her husband was apparently too stupid to realize the difference between a birthday planter and one that had BABY on it.
Ahem.
Happy Birthday honey.
Your schmookie.
Later,
Jeff
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