Gram's The Movie Star

I put my last name into Yahoo tonite, just to see what all comes up, and interestingly enough, my grandmother is the most popular outcome of these searches.

In 1991, Sean Penn made a movie called "The Indian Runner" in my hometown, a dark drama starring some notable Hollywood heavyweights, such as Sean Penn, Charles Bronson, Dennis Hopper, Viggo Mortensen, Patricia Arquette, and yes, my grandmother.

They did a casting call to find people to be in the movie. My grandfather wanted to try out for a part so he and my grandmother drove into town late one night, about 9 p.m. and said some lines then headed home. The next day, my grandparents got a phone call, and they asked for my grandmother, even though she never did a reading. Her role in the film lasted for about 7 seconds, as the camera passed where she was sitting, scrolling from Arquette, past my grandmother, to the television. My grandma didn't even have any lines in the movie, just sat staring at the television. My grandfather said it was the best, because she wasn't talking haha.

Every December, Grandma receives a check from the Screen Actors Guild, of which she is a part, for her royalties from the movie. This last one was for 19 cents. My grandfather puts those up and tapes them to the safe in the office, and everyone has a good chuckle when they see those checks. My grandmother, the movie star, who'da thunk?

Current Lyrical Ramblings

Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

Fire and Rain - James Taylor

Mr. & Mrs.

"So, what's it like, now that you aren't a free man anymore?" Hmm, well, upon hearing that from a coworker the day I got back following my wedding over 4th of July weekend, I wanted to tell this person that 'guess you married the wrong person retard.' I really don't think of marriage as a prison, the one word that most describes what I feel is content. It was a LOT of work to put everything together, and with some timely hints from my mother in law, I was able to pull it all off without any problems. Many thanks to HyVee grocery store and Valentino's Italian Buffet for their help with everything.

I would have said the same about Rock Creek Apartments of Vann Realty of Omaha , but, because of a 50 dollar deposit 'theft' by a lazy lying worthless facility manager, that is just not the case. Long story, not going into it here, suffice to say that Rock Creek Apartments of Vann Realty of Omaha, that's Rock Creek Apartments of Vann Realty of Omaha, and one more time, Rock Creek Apartments of Vann Realty of Omaha, is a deceitful and shady organization. Yes, I said it, Rock Creek Apartments of Vann Realty of Omaha. I hope that mentioning Rock Creek Apartments of Vann Realty of Omaha 6 times gets some hits from people searching the web. Ah what the hell, make it seven, Rock Creek Apartments of Vann Realty of Omaha sucks big giant hairy donkey balls!! Whew, enough of that.

I picked belly up at the airport at about 10:30 on July 2nd, and immediately dropped her off at Gloss Studio so she could get her hair done. Her parents met her there as I headed to the apartment to get ready. I met the judge at the apartment clubhouse and a little later belly arrived, looking so beautiful and radiant. The ceremony was short but very nice, and afterwards we enjoyed a little cake and champagne before heading off to Valentino's Italian Restaurant for a celebratory dinner. Then we came back to the clubhouse to open a few gifts and have more cake (yum!!).

Belly and I had planned to go camping that night, but we were both so tired so we ended up just staying in the apartment and watching a few movies together, it was so nice just to spend some time together, 7 days in 7 months is hardly enough, so we had to make the best of the time we had. Sunday, July 3rd, we went to see War of the Worlds (not very good), ate at the Chinese Buffet (very good) and rented a couple of movies and enjoyed another cozy night together. Well, cozy and noisy, considering that Omaha celebrates the 4th of July weekend like a bunch of firework crazy lunatics. It was like a freaking war zone outside. Thankfully around 11 that night it calmed down.

Monday, July 4th. We got to the airport to find out they had overbooked, so not only did belly get to stay for an extra 6 hours together, but they gave her a 300 dollar travel voucher for use on another flight. So off we went again, she got a haircut then we went out for steak. The time went way too fast, as it had all weekend, and just before 5 my wife was on a plane headed back to Pensacola.

So yah, married. What is married life like? Well, I'll let you know when we I get to spend some real time WITH my wife. That's coming up soon, I'm flying there July 27th to spend a week with her. Can't wait. Time to head to bed.


Current Lyrical Ramblings

I know that you've been damaged
Your soul has suffered such abuse
But I am not your savior
I am just as fucked as you

Save Yourself - Stabbing Westward