Alec, Elijah, Masters and Monstor trucks

Man, this is harder than I thought.  I guess the language doesn’t spill out of me like I thought it would.  I’ve had a few nights where I’ve sat in front of the “compooter” and thought, “what interesting nuglits can I download for some peeps???”  Nothing.  So I shut it down and go back to watching 30 Rock or reading my book on the life of Elijah.  And you’re thinking, “wow, that’s a really big chasm between two things.”  30 Rock and Elijah.  That’s how I roll. 

This is what I love about 30 Rock.  You have to listen the whole time.  Any one of the cast can zing you with something really funny that you may miss if you move your eyes, or ears away from the set.  Tracy Jordan is hi-lar-i-ous.  The dude with a different hat is dang good.  Tina Fey is the glue.  But Alec (not Alex) Baldwin is classic.  He’s Vintage funny.  He’s a flaming liberal and he would actually hate a guy like me, but I think I could hang with a guy like Alec.  He’s great on SNL, on Letterman, really on any movie I’ve seen him, but 30 Rock is “de besss.”  It’s bette than LOST.  What the filth flarn is that show about?  Give me one week where something happens.  Are you kidding me how stupid these people are?  I can’t stand it anymore.  Last night I made myself fall asleep during the show just so I could say, “I fell asleep during the show.”

Now Elijah on the other hand…I would want to hang with Elijah, but I’d have to keep one eye closed, and then half the time I’d be the guy trying to get him to lighten up just a little.  Seems too serious.  But I mean, he’s Elijah the prophet.  He’s the “Dean of the prophets.”  In 3 chapters he shows up unannounced at the kings front door and lays down the law, he lives in the wilderness off what birds feed him for probably 6 months, he goes to live with a widow, keeps them alive off miraculous bread, and then raises her son from the dead, which by the way, hadn’t ever been done before.  Then he calls out Ahab again, has a showdown with 800 false prophets, prays and God does a really cool fire miracle, then Elijah kills all the false prophets.  “Eli don’t play dat.”  Thhheeennnn, he tells Ahab it’s gonna rain…and it does, and he runs a flippin marathon and out races Ahab, who’s riding in a chariot for I think 14 miles.  Ok, half a marathon.  So he’s in good shape.  Then he gets skeeered of Jezebel, and runs another 3 marathons (80 miles) to the wilderness, and God calls him out of the cave and meets him in the “small gentle breeze.”  And that’s not all, but that’s as far as I’ve gotten.  All I know is Elijah doesn’t die!  God comes and takes him up to heaven. 

So what’s the point you ask?  I don’t know.  That’s just where I am.  Where are you?

By the way, the Masters was cool.  Got to meet Zach Johnson.  He was nice.  Got a Masters shirt, and belt, and got the boys a shirt too.  But check this out, tonight we’re taking the boys and a friend to a local “ MONSTOR TRUCK RALLY.”  Oh yea.  That’s my life.  Masters one weekend, monstor truck rally the next.

blessings

Here’s a funny joke

Knock Knock.

Who’s there?

Interrupting Masters

Interrupting Mas That’s right I’m going to The Masters on Friday and Saturday.

Dang, that was funny.

Question:

I’m pulling for Zach Johnson.  How bout you people?  Let’s hear from all you golfer people.  The winner gets one million dollars (you can’t pick Tiger)..

Just kidding about not picking Tiger…and the million dollars thing.

Peace in the middle eace.

Doomed to repeat it

“Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it.“  I think G.K. Chesterton, or somebody cool like that said this, I’m not really sure.  But I do know this, when I was a little kid, on the way home from church, or a ball game, or the mall (shut up), I’d always beg my folks to stop at Mickey D’s, or Wendy’s or RB’s.  They’d always say, “We’re going to Fritchie’s Place to eat.”  “Where’s that?” I’d ask, hoping it was a new restaurant i’d never heard of.  But it wasn’t.  It never was.  You know what it was?  It was my house…my home…our home.  And I hated it.  Not my home, just eating at home.  I wanted to eat out. 

So now I’m a Dad, and my two fartknockers always want to eat out.  And guess what I say?  Uh huh, that’s right,  “we’re going to eat at…Fritchie’s Place.”  And Asa and Eli always freak out.  It’s great.  I love learning from not just THE past, but learning from MY past. 

I hope finally stepping up and putting some thoughts into blog world will continue to teach and reach and grow me as a husband, son, dad, and friend.  So welcome to Fritchie’s Place.  Belly up to the bar and let’s “Have good time.” (That was for you Billy)

Mark