Friday night I saw the original True Grit with The Duke was on tv so thought I'd watch it since I'd never seen it all the way through so if I decide to rent the remake with Jeff Bridges I'd have something to compare it to. As I wrote on Facebook I hope that was the only movie that Glen Campbell was in - wow. I liked Kim Darby's character, she showed spunk for back then. John Wayne was o-k until the end when Kim fell in the snake hole, broke her arm and got bitten by a snake - of course The Duke got to me. I'm not sure Jeff Bridges will be able to pull that emotion off - but maybe he will. But let's get serious folks - how many times did they pass around Kim Darby's father's six shooter and NOT check to see if the revolver was loaded - I wanted to reach through the tv screen and check it myself. But the best scene was watching John Wayne ride that horse (I've always felt sorry for any horse that had to carry John Wayne), with the reins in John's mouth, shooting with both hands, and racking/cocking/whatever that rifle in his right hand - that was way cool.
Saturday my niece Chrissy and sis-in-law Marcia got here around 10:00 and we had a good time catching up on stuff, talking and laughing our heads off. I wanted to run to the bank to do something and while there two things happened. The gal that helped me wanted to know if the three of us were sisters which we laughed at and said no. But since I don't have a sister (or brother) for that little moment it was kind of nice to think someone thought we could have been sisters. And then there was "that" guy. Marcia and Chrissy were already sitting down while I was doing something at the counter and then I plopped down next to them. Marcia asked if I liked Chinese food and I'm like "sure". This guy behind me kindly interrupts our conversation, I turn to look at this person and am like "wow, he's not bad looking", then looked at the left hand and saw the wedding ring. Poop. This guy was new in town, liked Chinese and heard us talking about where we were going for lunch and wondered if it was close - we gave him directions.
Of course the three of us females were giggling about that as we went to sit at the desk of the lady that was helping me at the bank - that's when we were asked if we were sisters. The three of us are single - but Marcia and I are NOT looking. Marcia said he was too young for her anyway - I told her the young ones were trainable. Anyway we got a good chuckle about "that" guy at the bank.
I normally sit with Lynn, her husband Ken and daughter Ashley at church but not today since Lynn is still in the hospital. Lynn is on the 4th floor - rehab floor - and doing really good. I haven't visited since Friday, so plan on popping down there tomorrow. Another friend Lora said I could sit with her crew and I did - on the front row. I like the front row for lots of things - you are close to see and hear - but wow - that was really close. I think as Pastor Daggs was preaching he could have jumped into our laps if he would have wanted to. And as Greg was going over the announcements he mentioned something about "some sporting event" later today, blah, blah, blah. I wanted to yell "boogity boogity boogity let's go racing boys" but thought that might be a little irreverant................
So - 10 years. Ten years ago today Mike and I watched our first NASCAR race, the Daytona 500 and really enjoyed it until the end where unfortunately "the big one" took Dale Earnhardt's life. Today is another first - the start of a NASCAR season without Mike, and like normal, I fell asleep for about 45 minutes of the race. We were huge Dale Jarrett ~ #88 ~ UPS ~ The big brown truck fans until DJ retired a few years ago and we never could decide on a favorite driver after that. We'd have lots of drivers we liked and one we really didn't like - Kyle Busch. But in Kyle's defense he really likes the Iowa Speedway at Newton and who knows, maybe a Sprint Cup race will be on the schedule in the future.
Oh and on a side note - Martina McBride definitely knew how to sing our National Anthem and that's all I'm saying about that.
This year the drivers did this pairing up thing that I'm not sure I liked at all for the Daytona 500 - it looked really weird. I'm used to a huge pack of cars all together. And it had a few "big ones" along with having to do a Green/White/Checker at the end. And I'm sure my southside church friends could have heard me yelling from Turn 3 on for "the kid". Trevor Bayne who turned 20 yesterday, in only his second Sprint Cup race, won the Daytona 500 driving the #21 Woods Brothers car. It was awesome. I've always been partial to the number 21 (my birthdate 9/21) and the Woods Brothers have been an icon in NASCAR forever. As Trevor was interviewed in the Winner's Circle he talked about praying with the team before the race and something about God - I wanted to hug that kid.
I've gotten my resume back from someone that critiqued it and gave me advice so tomorrow I'll work on it.
