My hubby is fifty-two.
I don't feel old, he doesn't look old but I think we may be getting there.
Yesterday, inspired by my husband's quip, "I'm fifty-two today, does that mean I am finally playing with a full deck?" I went out to the dollar store and picked up a deck of cards. I had intended to give it to him as it was, just as a gag gift, then I got to thinking....
I bought a box of fine-line sharpie pens and a takeout lunch and zipped home to get to work. I cartooned, wrote on, and otherwise defaced all fifty two of the cards...with reasons I love him, or things I like about him, or ways he makes my life better, you get the point. So for his fifty second birthday my husband got a deck of marked cards, by me!
He wanted to have oysters for supper, a treat our budget almost never allows, but one we both adore. We met at Tug's Pub and for the first few minutes I thought the evening would be ruined by the media circus event going on in the parking lot beside us. It was an NBA thing, with loads of jocks, lots of screaming and nasty pornographic rap music playing into a crowd of teenagers...nice. (See opening comment about age) Luckily they packed up only about half way through our cocktails, or should I say beers.
We had two trays of oysters. Ordering the second tray caused our waitress to raise her perfect eyebrows just a little. But we just happily slurped them all down, and admittedly I could have managed a third tray but my husband's delicate constitution would have rebelled. We also had some spectacular molasses brown bread on the side! So very good.
We took a little walk to help with our digestion and then went up to Park Lane Cinema to take in a movie. We stopped at the convenience store to get water, because theater water is too cold and the price is too high. While I was putting my water bottle in my satchel, I took out my wallet in preparation to pay for the movie tickets. I was struggling with my design flaw (no third arm) when Steve gallantly reached out and took my wallet so I could get the water into the bag. Then he put it in his pocket. THEN he refused to give it back to me. So he whipped out his wallet, paying for the rest of the evening's festivities.
He does this type of thing from time to time, because he wants to spoil me, and he knows I won't accept cash if he tries to give it to me. So he usually just steps in front of me at the checkout in the grocery store or Walmart and flips a bill into the clerk's hand. But never has he done it with such aplomb! Such art! Such....Panache!!! I was, totally got.
He finally gave it back to me when we got home.
The movie was really good, I won't write any spoilers here, so don't worry.
I thought Randy Couture did a pretty good job for a guy who is not an actor. I thought Dolf Lundgren totally shone! He was the only one who was acting outside what these apes normally do. I do find it hilarious that Stallone used one of Randy Couture's best take-downs in an action scene and couldn't help imagining the training session where they decided to do that. I think it was telling that Stallone would chose to gather up the gone-to-seed action heroes from the last three decades and put them all together in a script that has as it's central theme "Selling out is bad, Heroism is good".
The movie really needed the attention of a better film editor. It could have been much tighter and more polished, but when you have a cast that big, that's bound to happen. All those agents comparing screen-times down to the hundredth of a second. It's a wonder the film got made at all. I would totally watch it again, and will likely purchase the dvd, for Steve and because it has Randy. Unless of course Steve whips out his wallet first.
Well, that was my day, it was a really good one.
Belinda
Yesterday, inspired by my husband's quip, "I'm fifty-two today, does that mean I am finally playing with a full deck?" I went out to the dollar store and picked up a deck of cards. I had intended to give it to him as it was, just as a gag gift, then I got to thinking....
I bought a box of fine-line sharpie pens and a takeout lunch and zipped home to get to work. I cartooned, wrote on, and otherwise defaced all fifty two of the cards...with reasons I love him, or things I like about him, or ways he makes my life better, you get the point. So for his fifty second birthday my husband got a deck of marked cards, by me!
He wanted to have oysters for supper, a treat our budget almost never allows, but one we both adore. We met at Tug's Pub and for the first few minutes I thought the evening would be ruined by the media circus event going on in the parking lot beside us. It was an NBA thing, with loads of jocks, lots of screaming and nasty pornographic rap music playing into a crowd of teenagers...nice. (See opening comment about age) Luckily they packed up only about half way through our cocktails, or should I say beers.
We had two trays of oysters. Ordering the second tray caused our waitress to raise her perfect eyebrows just a little. But we just happily slurped them all down, and admittedly I could have managed a third tray but my husband's delicate constitution would have rebelled. We also had some spectacular molasses brown bread on the side! So very good.
We took a little walk to help with our digestion and then went up to Park Lane Cinema to take in a movie. We stopped at the convenience store to get water, because theater water is too cold and the price is too high. While I was putting my water bottle in my satchel, I took out my wallet in preparation to pay for the movie tickets. I was struggling with my design flaw (no third arm) when Steve gallantly reached out and took my wallet so I could get the water into the bag. Then he put it in his pocket. THEN he refused to give it back to me. So he whipped out his wallet, paying for the rest of the evening's festivities.
He does this type of thing from time to time, because he wants to spoil me, and he knows I won't accept cash if he tries to give it to me. So he usually just steps in front of me at the checkout in the grocery store or Walmart and flips a bill into the clerk's hand. But never has he done it with such aplomb! Such art! Such....Panache!!! I was, totally got.
He finally gave it back to me when we got home.
The movie was really good, I won't write any spoilers here, so don't worry.
I thought Randy Couture did a pretty good job for a guy who is not an actor. I thought Dolf Lundgren totally shone! He was the only one who was acting outside what these apes normally do. I do find it hilarious that Stallone used one of Randy Couture's best take-downs in an action scene and couldn't help imagining the training session where they decided to do that. I think it was telling that Stallone would chose to gather up the gone-to-seed action heroes from the last three decades and put them all together in a script that has as it's central theme "Selling out is bad, Heroism is good".
The movie really needed the attention of a better film editor. It could have been much tighter and more polished, but when you have a cast that big, that's bound to happen. All those agents comparing screen-times down to the hundredth of a second. It's a wonder the film got made at all. I would totally watch it again, and will likely purchase the dvd, for Steve and because it has Randy. Unless of course Steve whips out his wallet first.
Well, that was my day, it was a really good one.
Belinda