I read a while back that the wedding chapels in Las Vegas were gearing up for a big rush of weddings TODAY. Why? Because it's 08/08/08. Apparently a huge number of couples rushed to Vegas on 07/07/07 and so they were expecting even more today because an 8 turned on its side is the symbol for infinity.
As Dave Barry would say, I'm not making this up!
Maybe I could buy into this value system. But if I got married in Las Vegas I'd want the Flying Elvis's to zoom down and shower the guests with poker chips. I'd want Wayne Newton to officiate.
Prior to the nuptials I'd have to have various surgeries, adding to some areas and subtracting from others.
No wait, that reminds me. I could get married on 10/10/10. Those are big time computer numbers. So, in honor of that and the surgery, I could be married in Silicone Valley.
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Friday, August 8, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
French Hotel
(Note: My goal here is to use as many French words as possible.)
My Boyfriend played golf a while back with a young Frenchman who turned out to be the food and beverage guy at the local Hotel Sofitel. Sofitel is a chain of luxury French hotels located all over the world.
The young French guy invited us to dine at the Sofitel.
So, today, along with friends, we did. We had lunch at Chez Colette, the smart brasserie located in the Sofitel.
The lobby is sort of luxury art de vivre, not my style, but very French. Lots of lime green, purple and circle patterns. Looked a little like Target to me - but we know how "Target" is really pronounced.
The food was good. I had French onion soup (of course) and Pan Bagnat. I considered the escargots bourguignons but I'm not crazy about snails. My Boyfriend had Quiche Lorraine.
The French guy entertained us with stories of his travels and his baby. Dessert was on him.
All in all, a lovely afternoon.
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My Boyfriend played golf a while back with a young Frenchman who turned out to be the food and beverage guy at the local Hotel Sofitel. Sofitel is a chain of luxury French hotels located all over the world.
The young French guy invited us to dine at the Sofitel.
So, today, along with friends, we did. We had lunch at Chez Colette, the smart brasserie located in the Sofitel.
The lobby is sort of luxury art de vivre, not my style, but very French. Lots of lime green, purple and circle patterns. Looked a little like Target to me - but we know how "Target" is really pronounced.
The food was good. I had French onion soup (of course) and Pan Bagnat. I considered the escargots bourguignons but I'm not crazy about snails. My Boyfriend had Quiche Lorraine.
The French guy entertained us with stories of his travels and his baby. Dessert was on him.
All in all, a lovely afternoon.
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Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Dogs and People
You know how I like to make fun of people who are way too ga ga over their pets - especially dogs.
This includes some people I love like crazy. You know who you are.
I get seriously concerned with those who spend loads of money and put animals through tremendous unnecessary pain just to keep them alive a while longer. But then I feel somewhat the same way about keeping people going past their expiration dates. (That includes me when the time comes.)
But then I read today about a local dog named Batman who has a brain tumor. His owners love him but were struggling with what to do. The University of Minnesota has come to the rescue (maybe) with an experimental therapy they hope will cure the brain tumor, which by the way, is the same kind that Ted Kennedy has. The therapy, if it works, will help dogs and people.
And, too, Batman the dog, won't suffer the terrible effects of chemo and radiation and his owners won't bare the costs. Lets hope this is a win - all the way around.
In a related story today, a woman from California (of course) has just spent $50,000 to have her pitbull cloned. Now this is something I can make fun of.
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This includes some people I love like crazy. You know who you are.
I get seriously concerned with those who spend loads of money and put animals through tremendous unnecessary pain just to keep them alive a while longer. But then I feel somewhat the same way about keeping people going past their expiration dates. (That includes me when the time comes.)
But then I read today about a local dog named Batman who has a brain tumor. His owners love him but were struggling with what to do. The University of Minnesota has come to the rescue (maybe) with an experimental therapy they hope will cure the brain tumor, which by the way, is the same kind that Ted Kennedy has. The therapy, if it works, will help dogs and people.
And, too, Batman the dog, won't suffer the terrible effects of chemo and radiation and his owners won't bare the costs. Lets hope this is a win - all the way around.
In a related story today, a woman from California (of course) has just spent $50,000 to have her pitbull cloned. Now this is something I can make fun of.
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Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Morgan's Accident
I'm so happy that Morgan Freeman's accident doesn't seem to be as serious as was first reported yesterday. When the newscast said that the car went end over end over end and that he was in critical condition I was very sad.
I'm not nearly ready to give him up. He's the best actor to play God - ever. Way better than George Burns and a million times better than the awful portrayal of God by Alanis Morissette in the dreadful movie "Dogma" starring Ben Affleck and Matt Damon.
And even when Mr. Freeman isn't playing God he still acts like the calm, gentle, wise, strong, folksy being that we'd like God to be.
Like when he was in one of the best movies ever made, "The Shawshank Redemption." Or in the movies where he played Dr. Alex Cross. So wise and in charge but in deep pain for the people he loved.
Even when he played a corrupt cop in the excellent "Gone, Baby, Gone" he had his reasons - and they were good.
I haven't seen him in the Batman movies but, as Lucius Fox, I'm sure he runs Wayne Enterprises in a God-like way.
So, Morgan Freeman, get well soon. I know, despite your age (older than me) and your impressive body of work, you still have more movies in the pipeline.
I humbly suggest that, in the future, you (along with some other celebs, namely Britney Spears) let others do your driving.
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I'm not nearly ready to give him up. He's the best actor to play God - ever. Way better than George Burns and a million times better than the awful portrayal of God by Alanis Morissette in the dreadful movie "Dogma" starring Ben Affleck and Matt Damon.
And even when Mr. Freeman isn't playing God he still acts like the calm, gentle, wise, strong, folksy being that we'd like God to be.
Like when he was in one of the best movies ever made, "The Shawshank Redemption." Or in the movies where he played Dr. Alex Cross. So wise and in charge but in deep pain for the people he loved.
Even when he played a corrupt cop in the excellent "Gone, Baby, Gone" he had his reasons - and they were good.
I haven't seen him in the Batman movies but, as Lucius Fox, I'm sure he runs Wayne Enterprises in a God-like way.
So, Morgan Freeman, get well soon. I know, despite your age (older than me) and your impressive body of work, you still have more movies in the pipeline.
I humbly suggest that, in the future, you (along with some other celebs, namely Britney Spears) let others do your driving.
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Saturday, August 2, 2008
Little House on the Prairie
One of my daughters loved the "Little House" books by Laura Ingalls Wilder. I can understand it because when I was a child in Indianapolis I loved a series of pioneering Hoosier stories called "Bears of Blue River." But my series didn't morph into a long running, wildly successful television series staring Michael Landon and the adorable Melissa Gilbert as Laura Ingalls.
The most popular setting for the series was Walnut Grove, Minnesota.
And now, all these years later, "Little House on the Prairie," a lavish new musical, staring Melissa Gilbert (this time around as Ma Ingalls,) is premiering at the great Guthrie Theater in Minneapolis.
The show broke box office records on its first-day sales and has been extended into October.
So let's hope for a smash hit - then off to Broadway!
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The most popular setting for the series was Walnut Grove, Minnesota.
And now, all these years later, "Little House on the Prairie," a lavish new musical, staring Melissa Gilbert (this time around as Ma Ingalls,) is premiering at the great Guthrie Theater in Minneapolis.
The show broke box office records on its first-day sales and has been extended into October.
So let's hope for a smash hit - then off to Broadway!
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Remembering the Bridge
Yesterday was the one year anniversary of the collapse of the bridge in downtown Minneapolis.
Lots in the papers and on TV all this week. Many people are still suffering both physically and emotionally from the trauma and aftermath - even those who were not on the bridge.
Here are some quotes:
A structure than we all have used was no longer there. It was now in millions of pieces floating down the Mississippi River.
I was anticipating the arrival of my first child...As we were watching the coverage, I turned to me husband and said, 'This would not be a good night to go to the hospital'...Our son was born (in the hospital midst all the carnage) early on the morning of August 2nd.
I had just arrived home from work at the Medical Center when my pager went off...I jumped back in my car. Well on my way, I realized I had some bridges to cross. Was this some terrorist attack? Will more bridges fall?
My daughter died of cervical cancer on September 0, 2007. She was a patient at the university hospital at the time of the bridge collapse. She said to me, 'Mom, I know that I'm going to die, but all those people on the bridge never had a chance.'
The new bridge is almost finished. Hopefully, it will help continue the healing.
Lots in the papers and on TV all this week. Many people are still suffering both physically and emotionally from the trauma and aftermath - even those who were not on the bridge.
Here are some quotes:
A structure than we all have used was no longer there. It was now in millions of pieces floating down the Mississippi River.
I was anticipating the arrival of my first child...As we were watching the coverage, I turned to me husband and said, 'This would not be a good night to go to the hospital'...Our son was born (in the hospital midst all the carnage) early on the morning of August 2nd.
I had just arrived home from work at the Medical Center when my pager went off...I jumped back in my car. Well on my way, I realized I had some bridges to cross. Was this some terrorist attack? Will more bridges fall?
My daughter died of cervical cancer on September 0, 2007. She was a patient at the university hospital at the time of the bridge collapse. She said to me, 'Mom, I know that I'm going to die, but all those people on the bridge never had a chance.'
The new bridge is almost finished. Hopefully, it will help continue the healing.
What Would You Like Heaven to be Like?
I've taught a class in my church a couple of times called "What Do You Think Heaven is Like? What Would You Like Heaven to be Like?"
Since my church is full of really smart and open people, the title alone has engendered some great discussion.
In my Boyfriend's city there is a big, wonderful supermarket. It's known, among other things, for its diversity. It's kinda expensive (but not as expensive as that Whole Paycheck place.)
How big is it? There are 18 bins of olives. All different.
Yesterday I had finished my shopping and was waiting for you know who in the front area where employees tend to congregate.
Within five minutes I observed the following employees:
* a mentally challenged middle aged bag boy who speaks way too loud and is difficult to understand - but is friendly and helpful and everybody treats him with respect
* a beautiful young Muslim check out woman wearing a uniform modified to her beliefs
* an Orthodox Jew baker with his long beard caroused in a hairnet, the ends secured behind his ears
* two beautiful teenage girls just coming on duty who were so delighted to see each other that they were jumping up and down, hugging and/or clapping their hands
Is this what heaven is like? It's kinda like what I'd like it to be like.
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Since my church is full of really smart and open people, the title alone has engendered some great discussion.
In my Boyfriend's city there is a big, wonderful supermarket. It's known, among other things, for its diversity. It's kinda expensive (but not as expensive as that Whole Paycheck place.)
How big is it? There are 18 bins of olives. All different.
Yesterday I had finished my shopping and was waiting for you know who in the front area where employees tend to congregate.
Within five minutes I observed the following employees:
* a mentally challenged middle aged bag boy who speaks way too loud and is difficult to understand - but is friendly and helpful and everybody treats him with respect
* a beautiful young Muslim check out woman wearing a uniform modified to her beliefs
* an Orthodox Jew baker with his long beard caroused in a hairnet, the ends secured behind his ears
* two beautiful teenage girls just coming on duty who were so delighted to see each other that they were jumping up and down, hugging and/or clapping their hands
Is this what heaven is like? It's kinda like what I'd like it to be like.
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