Sorry I didn’t post much over the weekend, I had major life events happening. Like we watched the Chargers choke, and caught a glimpse of Terry Bradshaw. Went to the grocery store (and snuck in only two things that weren’t on the list – can anybody guess what they might have been?)
Yesterday I took the boys to see “National Treasure,” which is a pretty cool movie. I don’t think it’s a spoiler to say that you’ll like it if you are a history buff (whether it is accurate or not doesn’t matter, if it IS accurate you’ll think that’s cool, and where they play with the facts you can be smug about knowing they are messing with the facts, etc.) And somehow Nicolas Cage ALWAYS finds the one hot girl to help him with his adventures, ya know? I’m sure the National Archives employs nothing but young, hot, blonde scientists, ya know? I don’t think this is Cage’s best movie, but I don’t think it’s at all bad.
Anyway, we had a great time and spent three hours out of the house, allowing my wife some valuable project time. Our family room (still haven’t downloaded pictures) looks great, very different than it used to.
My youngest boy fell asleep after the opening scene of National Treasure and slept through the whole thing and all the way to the car. We pulled up in our driveway and he let loose with a yell of “I don’t want to be here, I want to see another movie!!!”
Obviously, he was robbed.
So, being the caring parent that I am, I poured a glass of wine (for me, silly), grabbed our leftover popcorn, and we popped Airplane! into the dvd player. A good time was had by all, and we took breaks now and again to help mom (but hopefully only when she needed it, we were trying not to be underfoot).
This morning, the brutal Texas winter rolls on, with a bone-chilling 67 degrees when we walked out of the house this morning. But you know what they say, it isn’t the wind chill, it’s the humidity that’ll do ya in.
Striker: My orders came through. My squadron ships out tomorrow, we’re bombing the storage depots at Daiquiri at 18:00 hours. We’re coming in from the North, below their radar.
Elaine: When will you be back?
Striker: I can’t tell you that- It’s classified.
(the entire script is here.)