Friday Night Lights

I love Netflix.

This week I have started watching Friday Night Lights. I am very impressed. I was not sure I'd like it but I am really into it.

The line notes on the DVD says "In rural Texas, there's not much in life that matters more than
high school football...". Sadly, that's mostly true. I grew up in a town pretty close to that. Friday school was devoted to playbook study. Monday school was devoted to game recap. Dreams involved hopes for athletic scholarships more than academic scholarships.

That being said, I would not have traded it for the world. Texas Monthly had an article about a Hollywood stylist person going into a small Texas town to teach them some culture. Wow, what a treat for that small town. Introduction to the Hollywood culture of pierced belly buttons, no underwear and a new boyfriend, complete with sex tape on the internet every week.

I can't say I grew up in a hotbed of culture and not much has changed. Sometimes it looks pretty hopeless I guess and would certainly not be considered exciting. But Hollywood stylist probably would never understand an entire community coming together to harvest someone's farm if they were sick or raising money if they were sick. And I may be a hick but I'd rather spend a Friday night playing poker with friends than going to a big club and waking up later passed out in my Mercedes.

I thought this TV show would make fun of small town Texas life and it really doesn't and I appreciate that.

Alone

Today on the way home, I saw a kid in an older model Mustang and thought about my sister Jo, who at about 20 bought a white 1966 or 1967 Mustang. I was a kid at the time...about 10 ...so I dont really know too much info but I think she was living in Prescott, working as a nurse's aid and she had a 2nd floor apartment. I think the car cost about $3500 at the time and I don't think she could afford it at the time because she did not have it for long. I was thinking as I was driving in that I'd ask someone about it and I could not think of a person who would know. Everyone who would have known is gone and I am sad about that. Very sad.

Birthday...2009....

My birthday balloon from Jan sings "Don't worry, be happy"
















I am a dork...birthday picture, wearing headset. I'm not worrried, I'm happy. But I am a dork.

Thanks Jan!!!

And my little friend Leah picked out some flowers for me and made me a birthday card. How sweet is that?

Lake Day 2009

Last Saturday was Lake Day at Buffalo Springs Lake with Robbie, Kyle and Deb. It was a hot and beautiful day for sailing. Or pontooning. Or however you spell it. I have pictures. There are always pictures.

Captain Kyle is so cute with his hat on backwards.


And he's cute ringing the bell we found in a shop in San Francisco. We rang every bell we saw and this one sounded the best.

And here are my homeys posing for a group picture. What wonderful friends I have.





And do these boys have their priorities in order or what?

Spenser, Robert B Parker, Appaloosa

Tonight I'm watching Appaloosa on HBO. It is a movie starring Ed Harris & Viggo Mortensen as gunmen and long time partners who team up to tame a town and bring down a desperate criminal played by the ever strange Jeremy Irons. And Renee Zelweiger stirs things up too.

The movie is pretty good and I'm not goint into too much detail but it's based on a book by Robert B Parker, one of my favorite writers. He created Spenser, my favorite wiseguy Boston detective. And he writes Jesse Stone And Sunny Randall. And now apparently westerns. Ed Harris wrote the screenplay but the dialogue is pure RBP. And in Appaloosa, Virgil and Everett are Spenser and Hawk. Check them all out. You'll see what I mean.

Living not so large..

Ok, no one can say I didn't warn them. Right now, most of my waking moments involve what I can eat, and cannot, what my points are and what I will eat next. I hate the obsession but am anxious to see the results.

I've been reading the point values of certain things and have been trying to make good choices and I have not ever been over the point totals yet. But, dadgum, I can certainly see why I'm in the shape I and 75% of the US population is in. I'm supposed to eat 22 points a day and a Big Mac is half of that. And I'm not picking on Mickey D....basically, everywhere is trouble. Today we ate at Copper Caboose and i ended up ok...grilled chicken breast, stir fried veggies...the good stuff is there if you look hard enough.

Instead of living large, I need to concentrate on living small.

I need some prayers.