Hey, I think about now this is a message BORED. I haven't seen much activity! Janette, you of that alluring Scott-ish accent, welcome home. Sounds like you had a great time. I'd like to give that a whirl, if I had more time and money.
Gina, happy new year back at you. I think it will be a good one, although I am not one who looks at the future as necessarily a good thing. I don't want to sound pessimistic, but as a sufferer of ADD they tell me I'm supposed to! tee hee. We can get away with things the rest of the world can't, I guess. :) Anyway, I can name off plenty of pros and cons of most of the elements of our so-called progress. Listening to a song the other day about cowboys being kicked off the range, entitled "The Campfire Has Gone Out," I turned off the CD after the song with a tear rolling down my cheek. With all of the good that "progress" has brought, the demise of one of the most alluring occupations in the world (in my redneck opinion) is not one of them. I think the cowboys and small ranchers of the late 1870's and 1880's and 90's must have felt much the same way as they saw their free life slipping away. For those of you who read my book Legend of the Tumbleweed, I guess you're getting a little taste of why I set the book in that turbulent era.
But...the future also holds many possibilities: projects with Clint Walker and James Drury, possibly Tom Selleck, Sam Elliot, Peter Breck. The sky's the limit! As long as Tom's movies keep making money I think anything's possible. Personally, I'd really like to do some work with Brad Johnson. James doesn't like him, but from my brief acquaintance with him I think he is not only one heck of a nice guy but he is, from a fairly strong male standpoint, one of the best looking actors out there. Uh-ummm (as my voice grows deeper) Don't be gettin' any ideas there, mister!
My biggest fun this Christmas was faking the kids out with Santa Claus at the house at midnight, waking them up to put Christmas presents under the tree and in their stockings. I may be persuaded to tell the whole story if anyone really wants to hear it. Otherwise, 'nuff said.
One of my best high school art students was ADD and I didn't know it until he told me. I had so many encounters throughout my student teaching with kids labeled as ADD. After getting to know them, I couldn't help but think that they were being misunderstood. In reality, it probably wasn't them that had an attention deficit, it was the adults around them who weren't giving them enough attention. But that's just me. I'm sure about a million doctors and irate parents might rightfully argue that I'm totally wrong.
Go ahead and tell us your Christmas story. I have a funny new year's story I was just thinking about. But, I'll only tell mine if you tell yours.
p.s. Do you mean Brad Johnson, the football player on the Bucaneers?
Speaking of Christmas, I have so much lasagne left over, I could feed a football team. Not a wimpy one like the Packers or the Redskins, but a real man's team like the Giants. heh heh. Rich went to the Jet game last Sunday. What an upset! January should be a good month.