In honor of my 300th post:
Good luck to the Cheerleader's football team in their tiny school division State quarterfinals tomorrow. Sadly, I fear they may go the way of King Leonidas and his companions...
"Remember this day, men, for it will be yours for all time!"
I must say, the movie was a bit gory, but well worth watching just to see that handsome Gerard Butler running around, being brave, saying cool stuff, bleeding....mostly shirtless....
For the record, being quite content with my Beloved, I do not lust after Mr. Butler in my heart...but I wouldn't mind having him, say, come over and do some yardwork at my house on a warm summer day while I supervised from the patio...he could take breaks and chat with me in that cute Scots brogue and stuff. Yep, that would be fine. If he wanted to drop by to practice and maybe improve his shotput skills while wearing a kilt and undershirt, that would be lovely as well...I'd make him some oatmeal:
Hee hee hee!
I will make the last of my Scott's tomorrow at dawn before trekking off to somewhere outside of Syracuse to get the girl to the game. And her Football Player, who persists in his attentions despite her gentle rebuffs. I feel a little sorry for him.
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My brother lives in Vernon, NJ, which is next door to Sparta, NJ. Our tradition now when I visit him is that whenever we drive through Sparta, all conversation must be screamed like most of Gerard Butler's lines in "300" and preceded by a call to Spartans.
"SPARTANS! I MUST STOP AT THE QWIK-MART FOR WE NEED MILK AT THE HOUSE!"
And if Gerard Butler is coming over to do yardwork at your place without a shirt, call me, willya? I can get a quick flight . . .
I've got some leaves that need raking too...send him this way if he's looking for work ;-} Although every time I've been in Scotland I have to have a translator...
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