Movies You Hate to Love

Everyone has one—that movie you love, but everyone else hates. The movie that, when you tell someone you’ve watched it multiple times, on purpose, they make a face that makes their disdain clear.

Me: I’ve probably seen Napoleon Dynamite twenty times.

Then: Ew! We thought that movie was juvenile (or crude or beneath us or just awful).

Me: Can’t disagree with you there. But I love it.

But when you find another soul who also has an affinity for your awful movie it’s one of the best feelings in the world.

So what’s the movie you hate to love? I have a whole list of them, but I don’t want to influence anyone.

Peace, people!

The Nerve of Some People!

I received a message on Facebook today from a guy who seemed interested in buying my book. I directed him to Amazon, then he came back with this:

Can anyone explain why someone would think this is all right? Then he had the nerve to say, “I hope I didn’t offend you.” Weird.

Peace, people!

Aspirations

Do you remember what you wanted to be when you grew up? Depending on the day of the week, I wanted to be either an astronaut, a ballerina, or a famous author, like Dr. Seuss. An elementary teacher told me only men could become astronauts, so that was out, and since I was never allowed to take ballet classes, that one got scratched.

Occasionally I do still pretend to be both an astronaut and a ballerina, though. Sometimes simultaneously. It’s great fun, and when one is weightless, ballet is much easier.

And now, I’m an author, but hardly famous. At least not in the real world.

Peace, people!

Happy Dance

Guess who’s getting her first dose of COVID vaccine tomorrow?

After weeks of waiting for Florida to include those sixty and over to the priority list we’ve finally made the cut. I’ve never been this excited to get a shot before.

Peace, people!

Wichita Falls Street Art

On our drive to the Texas panhandle Studly Doright and I stopped in Wichita Falls to pick up our son and grandson. We spent a night at our son’s apartment there and took in some of the sights.

I didn’t take many pictures, but I couldn’t resist this amazing street art that was just a few blocks from our son’s office in the historic downtown district.

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Mario and LEGO

Grandson, Jackson, posed with a mural.

The closeup of the sign is in the next photo.
#BLM

Cool stuff, eh?

Peace, people.

Studly Cacti

Studly Doright grew up riding dirt bikes along the banks of the Canadian River north of Amarillo, Texas. In his youth, most weekends were either spent there or at a local motocross track. He was quite the dashing racer in his day. This past week he, along with a few family members and friends, returned to the Canadian River for a couple of days of adventure riding.

But it’s been a few years since Studly plied his skills riding at the river, and the bike he’d intended to ride, the lightweight Kawasaki KDX, wouldn’t idle correctly, so instead he rode his backup bike, a much heavier Suzuki DR 650. By the second day of riding, the weight of the 650 became a liability, and he crashed a few times. Studly isn’t accustomed to crashing.

To add insult to injury, one of those crashes landed him in a cactus. In the photo below, he’s engaged in removing cactus needles from his glove. Ah! Good times.

He said it took an hour to get all the needles out.

Peace, people!

Three Generations

From left, our son Jason, my husband, Studly Doright, and our grandson, Jackson.

Studly Doright and I were in the Texas panhandle this past week. On our way to his mom’s place in Hereford, Texas, we stopped for the night in Wichita Falls where we picked up our son and his son, and loaded up their motorcycles.

The three of them, along with a carefully selected group of friends and family members, embarked on two days of motorcycling along the Canadian River just north of Amarillo.

It was our grandson, Jackson’s, first real riding experience. Outside of riding a little motorcycle around our yard at Doright Manor, Jackson had never really gotten to experience what motorcycling is all about—the hills and gullies, deep sand and water crossings. This week he encountered all of the above while learning to use a clutch and shift gears. By all accounts he acquitted himself admirably.

His Poppa, aka Studly Doright, had a blast riding with him and with our son, Jason. They’re already saying, “Next year….”

Peace, people!

Taking a Day or Two Off

I’ve strayed from my usual routine, and haven’t had a chance to write anything the past few days. You’ll just have to use your imaginations.

Irrelevant photo of E.T.