Vertigo

I absolutely love this photo of James Stewart and Kim Novak from the Alfred Hitchcock film Vertigo. Russel introduced me to this movie and I really enjoyed it. The cars were fantastic, even if you look in the background of many of the shots. The only thing I didn't think was cool was that he should have fallen in love with Midge at the end. Afterall she was the one who went to visit him in the hospital and she was crazy enough to put herself out on the line with her "self portrait." To borrow Russel's thoughts on the portrait...it could have been used on the cover of a romance novel.

I identified with her goofyness and her quick wit and less with the main character played by Kim Novak. So, thanks Russel, I enjoyed it. My world continues to grow. :-)

The first Christmas song of the season...

Today I heard it....I knew it was coming I was just hoping it would be closer to Christmas. I try to avoid Christmas music because it irritates me, unless it is played on Decmber 25th and its tasteful. Of course the local music station insists on being the #1 carrier of these recyled tunes and playing them 24/7 until January 1st. Someone cursed me and had it tuned in, in the women's locker room at work. So what was it you ask? I suppose I lucked out because it was one of the better ones. "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer"

So, now that I have that pesky Christmas shopping out of the way, I can go back to being a Grinch and saying Bah Humbug just for my enjoyment in watching the Christmas Elves cringe in disbelief. Carry on, Carry on.

Proud....very proud

Russel and his instructor Larry

Russel is officially a private pilot. I am so proud of him. I was so excited on my way to the airport and I didn't have anyone to really call and tell because everyone was at work. I called Mrs. Schultz. Of course, I didn't even realize I would be "stealing his thunder" so to speak but it was very cool to share that excitement. Sorry Sweetie. I can't wait to fly with him and take lots of pictures. Congratulations Babe. I love you!

Holiday Rush

It seems to me this year the holidays are rushing by. I got so excited about Halloween and then as soon as that came I start seeing Christmas commercials and the threat of playing non-stop Christmas music on the radio. UGH! I can listen to Christmas music on Christmas eve and Christmas day. I don't think I can take an entire month and half of non-stop Christmas tunes. The music is still the same no matter which singer is singing it.

Bob Dylan is probably the worst of them. Bob....seriously? Oh Come All Ye Faithful was supposed to be spiritual not sounding like you drug yourself off the bathroom floor and straight into the studio. If you want to torture your relatives make sure you order this one and put it in the shuffle mix for Christmas dinner. I can't wait to try it on my relatives. Ha. 

So between the horrible football schedule of 3 football games in 3 weeks including the A&M game on Thanksgiving, the scheduling of the housesitting jobs over the holidays and working on Christmas shopping within my budget I am ready for the holidays to be over. I usually feel that way though.

Maybe one day the holidays will be nice, relaxing and enjoyable. Of course that would mean a trip to Switzerland from November 1st-January 10th. LOL.

....With Love

I just finished reading this awesome book. I was pretty much on the edge of my seat the whole time. It's not a very long book but it was well written and worded in a completely honest way. It is a tear jerker. Here is a spoiler though, He lived happily ever after.

...One of my least favorite things to do

Having a garage sale is one of my least favorite things to do. I am generally not a very good salesman and I don't like interacting with people who will try to talk you into selling a $50.00 item for 50 cents. I have considered putting some of the items on ebay, but thats a pain in the rear. Still, I might resort to doing that depending upon how this garage sale goes. So, I will be spending my days off sitting out in front of my house waiting for no one to show up and buy the things that only I think are treasures. Wish me luck, I am not optimistic.