A Weekend, A Movie, A Game

Unintentionally, all of these stories ended up being about Melissa. How she puts up with me, I'll never know.

- I've always said that when I grow up, I want to be like Tom Skerritt's character, Drum, in Steel Magnolias. At this rate, I'll be there in about 5 years.

4 am on Sunday morning while Jackson was puking all over our bedding, my first thought was, "How do I get this all cleaned up before Melissa comes home in the morning?".

If I didn't, I'll have to deal with my wife and I make it a point never to deal with my wife.

Later that evening, however, she overheard me telling Chris that "as far as I'm concerned, it never happened."

Next on the list: come up with an answer to the question - "What never happened?"

- LCM isn't just dyslexic for 1,150.

About five years ago, I coined it a new term. It stands for Larry Cates Movie - he'll watch any movie involving: ninjas, space aliens, or any sort of science fiction/fantasy variation. While the term has become one of affection, it's still much nicer than saying it's a POC.

For the past couple of months, I've been excited about the upcoming movie 300 about the Battle of Thermopylae. While watching a behind-the-scenes show last night, Melissa said, "That's an LCM if I've ever seen one." And she would be the resident expert.

Point is, she thinks I'm turning into her dad to spite her.

- A couple of days ago, a co-worker and I were talking about the difference between an addiction and an obsession.

I may have to revisit those working terms as I found myself unable to change the channel after watching a couple of innings of the Cubs playing the ChiSox in a pre-season exhibition game. To be sure, I don't care for either team. And as I write this, we're still 27 days, 1 hour, and 10 minutes from Opening Day.

Still, I had no problem fully transitioning to baseball mode.

Melissa then did her best Darth Vader interpretation: "Nooooooooooh!!!!"