I'm leaving for Cleveland (which is probably still barely in the middle of the country) at 4:00AM to see the Cavaliers play the Pistons and will be back tomorrow. Just my son and I. The last time he and I went alone on a sporting trip, other than his travel basketball about every weekend, was in 2006 to see the St. Louis Cardinals win game 4 of the World Series. We had game 5 tickets but the weather turned our game into game 4 - I’m still salty about that in case you cannot tell. Anyway, he’s going for LeBron and I’m going for Shaq; something for all generations. Took him to see Jordan and Pippen when he was a baby (he slept through most of it) so he could say he saw them play.
In yesterday’s posting I said I would talk about Poker and Golf vs. Tupperware and Toys. When I was young I remember my mom taking my brother to peoples’ houses what seemed like once a week to go to a Tupperware party or a party where the hostess was peddling children’s toys. We always had fun. There were dozens of kids running around and moms were eating and talking and probably drinking for two or three hours. This is when the mom’s were cooped up all day and needed to get out; this was their getting out - packing up the kids they spent all their time with and lugging them off so the dad’s could stay home and do whatever dad’s did while there was no one home. My dad always had more than one job so I know he was working his second job so we could go but plastic dishes and rubber toys that we didn’t need. Over the years the
Tupperware turned into Pampered Chef or wine and cheese or lingerie or jewelry or make-up or whatever... Now that we guys are out of work I think it’s time I bring the trend over to the darkside. Not long ago, just before Valentine’s Day I was invited to a jewelry party by one of my friends and neighbors Ray. His wife sells the jewelry and they thought, wisely, that invite the guys over to buy stuff for their ladies for Valentine's Day. Ladies...the one thing about guys is that if you get us to show up we will buy something whether we want to or not. Guys are easy marks. Luckily for me Jill is allergic to most metals (expect for 14 carat or more gold, of course) so I bought something for my daughter; even though my valentine couldn’t wear any of the jewelry I still had to buy something. So, now my weasly male pea brain starts to turn - why don’t I start a
business that takes advantage? Now that we’re the stay-at-home gender let’s have our parties...I am going to start a business that sells items to men like the ladies bilk to each other. Tequilas and beers from around the world, cigars, custom-made poker chips and cards , golf balls with your former bosses’ picture on them, tickets to hard-to-get sporting events, power tools, women’s lingerie with live models... Marrying the gender who likes to spend with the stuff they NEED and a reason to get out. This idea is genius! This just at the infant stage but I am willing to take on partners in this can’t miss scheme, er great business venture.
I have to post this before it comes to fruition so my wife can get credit when she is
correct. I do not watch the hit television show LOST but the rest of my family, including Maisy our dog, does. Jill has said for at least a year-and-a-half, probably much longer, that she thinks all of the people are in comas in some kind of psychiatric ward. she is now concerned that the show is going to reveal it and it is going to end up being like the ending of Twin Peaks and be a great disappointment. So has it been said, so has it been blogged! It sounds to me like it should be called Five Years Lost!
Movie review: we watched Up In The Air today during our snow storm. I really didn’t know much about the film before we watched it other than it was about George
Clooney’s character spending a lot of time in airports and on planes. I love airports and airplanes and I have bromantic*** thoughts about George Clooney so I was more than willing to watch the movie. Turns out that he travels around the country firing people for
companies who didn’t have the nerve to do it themselves. A lot of this movie hit home for me having been recently sent to the scrap heap. After watching the movie I wish I would have made it harder on my boss when he laid me off like some of the people did in the movie. I actually thanked him if you can believe that. Anyway, I really liked the movie. It had a lot of messages about work and relationships and families and I think it’s the kind of movie that each person goes away with something a little different.
(*** - For the record, bromantic to me means I would like to hang-out with him on a golf course or in a bar or in a casino or be in his next motion picture... As estrogentic as I am there is not one part of me that swings from the other side of the plate).
Gonna take a day off of the blog as I will be driving back from Cleveland tomorrow. I will take my trusty note pad with me and will probably tell you how Cleveland rocks and I met Drew Carey and hung out with LeBron when I get back. Or, maybe I will tell the truth and get back to my twisted view of whatever the tide might bring.
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