The Devil's Brigade

The Handsome Devil in the sunglasses is my Dad... I think this was at the LTM (MTC for all you youngins)

A bajillion years ago, my dad (known as Big Steve to fans and followers) was an extra in a movie. My dad was in college then and I imagine he weighed a buck 20 soaking wet. Add glasses. Add a 6'2 body with pants that didn't always meet his ankles... you have a movie star in the making. I've always been curious about this movie, and always assumed it probably wasn't that great. Thanks to the joy of Netflix, I was able to view this cinematic masterpiece. It isn't half bad.

The movie is a fictionalized version of WWII's actual Devil's Brigade (plucky group of American and Canadian soldiers that made of the first special services group). Filmed in Utah and starring big names (William Holden!) the movie utilized BYU students as extras. My dad was in two scenes. One when the Canadians come marching into camp (yeah, Big Steve was cast as a Canadian!) and one where there is a bar fight. Wikipedia (source of all you could ever want to know) even related how having BYU students as extras during that scene created some challenges as they didn't smoke or drink. They had to bring in smoke machines. Well, you can't see Big Steve in any of the footage, but I will take his word for it. Glad to know I wasn't the only one in the family to get a little creative during Final's Week.

Bunko?

Last week I received not my first, but my SECOND invitation to join a group of Bunko players. My knowledge of Bunko is fairly limited based on things overheard from various conversations that I was absentmindedly taking part in, but my understanding of Bunko is as follows: Ladies get together. They pay money. They gossip. They eat. They roll dice. They come home with crappy home decor. Granted, I am the Latin Fury's daughter and a lot of the aforementioned activities are appealing to me, but I can't do it. I am too young for Bunko. Now, I know people who will claim that you are never to young for Bunko, but I disagree. While I have an ounce of spring in my step, I will not join your Bunko Group? Club? Coven? Not sure about the terminology, but I am out. Sorry.

Just Further Proof*

* That Alan is cool. I took these pictures of him.

Merry Christmas To Me!!!

When I was young my older brother and I used to play Dukes of Hazzard. Since my bike didn't have any different speeds, I was always Rosco P. Coltraine. I had to bumble around riding my bike trying to catch my older brother's bike only to see him escape every time. Year after year, but no more! This year the Beardocrat got me a SUPER sweet custom globe bike from Bingham Cyclery. I have already dubbed him the General Lee.

See the Beardocrat is really great at getting gifts. Sometimes I feel bad for all the girls in the world that don't get to be his wife, because he is pretty cool. The man got me a bike, for heaven's sake! And for my birthday he got me a subscription to The Economist.

Proof That I Am Old

Today, while I was cruising around town (yeah, I do that sometimes), I saw a personalized license place holder that read: You don't like my driving? You should see me putt. And I laughed, folks. Out Loud. Yes, I lol-ed. I am so ashamed. And so old.

Just Dreaming

Of a new outfit... what do you think?

a little dress. some shoes. and just in case it rains.

Isn't He Adorable?

Look at those mischievous brown eyes. Imagine them peeking at you from over the couch as you are trying to read a book. Needless to say, not a lot of reading has gone on.

Some of you have requested to know my thoughts on Motherhood. Where to begin? Suffice it to say that I never imaged that I would pick someone's nose with my own hands. Yes, another nose on another human. Nasty, but a labor of love. THAT is motherhood.

Squirmy IS cuteness personified. So, if you wonder why I have no time to write these days, just realize that this little guy is the reason.