Are these:
A) sounds of a good old fashioned thunderstorm?
B) background noises in a classic football movie?
-or-
C) All of the above
In case you are slower than most kids in your age group, if there is an option for "C, all of the above", it is usually C. Especially on my blog.
So, yes! We Virginians are in the midst of a tornado and flash flood warning storm! I forgot how immensly I enjoy thunderstorms, especially on a lazy Thursday unemployed afternoon. And especially as the background noise for the always enjoyable viewing of Rudy.
I was lucky enough to channel surf my way into the heart of darkness this morning, in form of RUDY! RUDY! RUDY! I don't think I have ever watched this movie all the way through, so I wanted to give it the old college try this morning. I have to admit, Rudy is a good movie. It is a true testament to achieving success through hard work and determination. That kind of story always tugs on my heartstrings and today was no different. At the end of the movie when he makes that career defining QB tackle and everyone carries him off of the field, I had to put down my spoonful of peanut butter, and wimper softly into the sleeve of my shirt. Whats the deal with me crying at every movie and TV show lately? I mean the other day I actually cried during a Gilmore Girls episode. I cried at the Tim McGraw movie, Flicka. I cried watching Parenthood with Steve Martin. Seriously, it's like I'm some urban firehydrant that the guys crack open in the middle of a summer heatwave for all the kids to play.
The thunder is clapping, the tears are flowing, then I get a knock on my door. I went to the door, surprised to see a maintenance worker leaving a note that the water would be shut off on monday. I think he was equally surprised to see such a lovely young woman home on a Thursday afternoon, eyes red and brimming with tears, holding a jar of peanut butter in her hand, wearing sweatpants and a Tshirt that says "Wal-mart should go to Hell, not South Logan", complete with a devil horned-Walmart smily face. Classic.
I invited him in to watch a second showing of Rudy, unfortunately he did not speak English. So we stared at each other for a couple of seconds, with the rain pouring down his face, tears streaming down mine, thunder clapping overhead, as I said "Fuerte! Cuidate!"
I don't think it made sense to either of us.
3 comments:
I'm really happy that you too eat peanut butter from the jar with a spoon. I used to put a scoop or two with some vanilla ice cream. Delicious.
look at your gnomie, getting all poetic on me. i think i need a hankerchief. your mood is contagious.
There are so many things that I love about this post. I was sucked into watching Rudy last week, too. I liked it a lot and even teared up. I wouldn't say I cried, but teared. Your t-shirt is classic and I love that you told the maintenance man, strong, and be careful.
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