Yeah, baby - snow tubing.
Will update this one as soon as I download the pics from my phone. Yeah, yeah, I know.
Yeah, baby - snow tubing.
There are some films that really shouldn't be remade. Part of that may be simply because of the fondness one might have for the original, or because of their particular charm, or even because they were perfect the first time. For example, Southern Man grew up on the original 1969 rendition of The Italian Job and the 2003 remake, as slick as it may be, simply holds no charm for him. 1971's Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory with Gene Wilder, in spite of its significant departures from Roald Dahl's book, has a quirky charm that keeps it in constant rotation in the family VCR while Johnnie Depp's more accurate (if equally quirky) version gathers dust. And there is simply no way to improve on How The Grinch Stole Christmas as narrated by the legendary Boris Karloff. Southern Man feels rather the same way about the 1973 animated version of Charlotte's Web.
As previously arranged, Southern Man picked up his teen-aged daughter this morning to take her shopping for a watch (part of his Christmas to her). However, what she really wants is a Nintendo DS Lite, which (much to her annoyance) has been sold out everywhere since roughly Thanksgiving. Indeed, the previous evening the two of us had spent a fair amount of time on the phone and the web searching for one. Anyway, we ended up at one of the big malls on the north side of the city and spent an enjoyable morning of shopping and drinking at Starbucks and such. She never did find a watch she liked but Southern Man bought her a bunch of other stuff instead, so she left relativly happy.
...in the busy, busy world of Southern Man and his gf. Week off, indeed.
You would think that after such an exciting and wonderful Christmas that Southern Man would be ready to take some rest, but no...by noon his gf was on the phone and ready to shop. Well, Southern Man had Christmas money to burn and a list of stuff he wants, so off we went to the mall.
Southern Man is no stranger to going to movies on Christmas Day, and this year it was Sylvester Stallone's Rocky Balboa, the latest installment in the legendary Rocky series. Attendees were Southern Man's gf and another couple. Two of us were totally pumped about a new Rocky flic; the other two were so-so. Southern Man's gf was in the former camp and he was in the latter; the other couple were also split (he was pumped, she was not). But we all ended up enjoying the movie a lot.
Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!
What a terrific Christmas Eve it has been!
Whoo hoo, it's Christmas vacation with the kids! Or at least 2/3 of them.
After a busy Monday morning of tax class and busier afternoon dealing with last-minute student appointments and getting grades turned in for three universities, Southern Man found himself invited to two Christmas Concerts that evening - one coming in a rather belated message reporting that his teenage daughter was performing that very evening and sorry I didn't tell you sooner.
The highlight was, of course, the TSO concert...Saturday was mostly running the kids to and from their various commitments (teen son had a mission project at church; teen daughter, a piano party). Southern Man and his little girl did engage in one of their usual Saturday treats and toured the food samples at Sams Club. After gathering everyone up again everyone went to a piano recital at Southern Man's workplace (one of his students doubles as a music major) and then the kids were dropped off at church for the Saturday performance of their Christmas program.
What an awsome show!
Southern Man is happy beyond words; he gave his very last final examination of the semester tonight! Yeah, he has yet to grade it (and a massive stack of others sitting back in his office) but tonight was cause for celebration.
Yeah, it sounds a little gross but was actually pretty good (not to mention easy to make). The cook called it "Audrey's Mess" after the friend who invented it some years ago. Along with a tossed salad and some homemade fudge, it made a fine casual meal. However, Southern Man's kids have relatively low tolerance for jalepeno peppers so there will have to be some modifications if he is to try it on them. They will probably like it, though; it's not unlike the "three-way chili" their mom makes (chili over spaghetti over chips). Southern Man is pleased to note that some of Audrey's Mess is in his freezer even now. Indeed, there are enough frozen leftovers in there that he shouldn't have to cook at all until well after Christmas. Indeed, given his lack of workouts for the last month he'd do well to not eat at all until well after Christmas. Not much chance of that, though!
- One pound of browned ground beef
- One can of tomato soup
- One can of ranch-style beans with jalepenos
- One can of spaghetti with sauce
Combine all of the above and heat thoroughly in the microwave. Layer the bottom of a nine-by-thirteen pan with tortilla chips. Pour the mess over the chips, cover with grated cheese, and bake in a 350-degree oven for twenty minutes.
Another church service and yet another good sermon. Southern Man is definitely on a roll here.
The annual departmental Christmas party was Saturday night, and a very good time was had by all - in no small part because Southern Man was in charge of the bar. Longtime readers may recall that Southern Man's ex was working part-time as a bartender during the last nine months of their marriage (which contributed in no small way to the ultimate demise of that marriage) and she was pretty damn good at it. Well, Southern Man managed to pick up a few tips from watching the master (not to mention from drinking her fabulous 'ritas) and fashioned his very first mixed-drink effort as follows:
Blend the following:The recipe says "serves eight" but when Southern Man's 24-ounce goblets are used it's more like three. We'll call them margaritas magnificos del hombre meridional - Southern Man's magnificent margaritas. He should have called them "twelve dollar 'ritas" since that's about what they cost him to make. His very first one went to the former dean of his college, and when she saw it her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. Suffice it to say that with the addition of several bottles of wine and a bottle of rum by the eggnogg the party became quite merry. Southern Man is already booked to run the bar at the next one.Wet the rims of the glasses with lime juice and press into coarse salt. Fill the glasses with crushed ice and beverage. Garnish with a quarter-slice of lime and serve.
- 2 cups sweet and sour mix
- 1 1/2 cups Cuervo 1800
- 1 cup Triple Sec
- 1/3 cup Grand Marnier
Southern Man woke Friday morning to a freezing-cold duplex; the heater had failed during the night and the central blower was industriously distributing twenty-degree garage air throughout the domicile. A message to the tenant service guy that morning went unanswered, but Southern Man got 'hold of him late Friday night. He promptly appeared, took a look, said it was a bad gas valve and he couldn't fix it right then, and promised to have a serviceman out on Saturday. Well, said serviceman appeared on Saturday, took a look, said it was a bad gas valve and he couldn't fix it right then, and promised he'd be back with the required parts early next week.
Today was another two-service Sunday, and again I was blessed to hear two terrific sermons.
Today was a double-header Sunday, with one sermon at my home church and another at the local megachurch. Both were terrific. I never dreamed I'd enjoy being in church for six hours straight on Sunday mornings, but there it is.
The midwestern USA had its first serious winter storm late this week. Now, on a big winter storm the public schools are pretty quick to close (as opposed to risking their busses and their precious cargo on icy roads) but the private universities generally ignore the weather. But this storm was enough that even the private schools took notice and the happy result was not one, but two glorious snow days.