Disappointed

Remember those old horror movies where it took forever to see the monster, and then sometimes they never even showed it at all, and you were left feeling disappointed. That is the way I felt after watching "Don't Forget the Lyrics" this week. If you haven't seen this, they have different contestants sing parts of songs, and if they get it right they will advance up the list winning more and more money each time. There are I think 8 categories they have to pass through to get to the big ONE MILLION DOLLAR song. This is hard because they have to get the lyrics absolutely correct. So far no one has won the million dollars. AND no one has even gotten close, until this week. So I've been wondering about the million dollar song and how they would do this, what the song would be, how many words they would have to sing, etc. So this week the woman got all the way to the top, winning $500,000, and the next step was the million dollar one. AND THEN, before they showed the song, Wayne Brady, the host of the show, explained that she would not know the artist, the category, how many words, anything at all about the song, except that it was a #1 hit, and there would be no helps (she has three to start with but has to use them all before the last song), AND if she chose to go with it (before seeing what it was) and lost, she would be all the way down to $25,000 to take home. So, of course she says she will take the $500,000 and go home - who wouldn't, right? So now we'll NEVER get to see the million dollar song, because who would be that dumb to give up a sure $500,000 for a maybe and not very likely million?

Who is San Diego's Favorite Quarterback?

No, not Phillip Rivers. It's PEYTON MANNING. I watched the Chargers/Colts game last night and this morning. It was so cool. I really wanted the Colts to lose - to anybody, after they beat the Panthers, plus Phillip Rivers is an NC State graduate, so I was for them. So during the game Peyton Manning - America's sweetheart QB - threw for SIX interceptions. SD started off with a kickoff return for a TD. Then they returned a punt for one. Anyway they racked up 23 points to the Colts' 0 points. But then after the second half the Colts came storming back and came to within 2 points at 21-23. They had a chance to tie it after their last touchdown and went for 2 points, but failed. Then later with a little over a minute left in the game the Colts had another chance to win with a field goal, but missed. Then, last play of the game PM threw his SIXTH interception, and the game was over, 23-21. It was a fun game to watch.

Life's Little Lifts

Every once in a while we get these little lifts. I'll tell you about one of mine. I hate my hair right now. I'm trying to let it grow longer, and my bangs are driving me crazy. They are just at that length - long enough to be in my eyes but not long enough to pull back. And the back of my hair is just different lengths and sticks out all the time. I'm trying to let it grow out some and then start cutting it to eventually get it all one length. So, in the meantime I just feel that it looks awful all the time. Then last Friday Bennie and I went to Winston to do some shopping. We were at Kohl's, and at one point this lady was behind me and said, "Your hair is a beautiful color." I turned back and smiled and said thanks. That is not really a big deal to me. All my life people have commented on my hair color. I always say thanks, even though I had absolutely nothing to do with it. So I didn't really think much about this lady, but then she said something else - "And it is cut really nice too". At that I almost said to her "WHAT??", because, like I said, it looks terrible, but she was just smiling and had really given me a compliment, so I again said thanks. As I was wondering what she saw in my hair, it really just gave me a little lift, and I suddenly felt better.

Well, maybe I'll tell you about another time something made me feel good about myself - this happened in high school. My senior year I was in a government class, and we were going to have a mock court to learn about legal proceedings. I was sick one day, and the next day when I went back I learned that I was a judge in this court, actually a co-judge along with a friend of mine, Cathy Robson. So we had the court, which I don't really remember much about, but a few months later, during the summer, Cathy and I were doing something together, and she started talking about the court. She said, "Wasn't that neat the way everyone picked us for judges." Well, I didn't remember being actually picked, and then she reminded me that I hadn't been to school that day. What had happened was - the teacher told the class to choose a classmate for judge, someone they thought a lot of, that they knew they could trust, and would make good decisions. As it turned out Cathy and I had tied, and that is why we had become co-judges. At the time I thought that the teacher had just assigned us to do that, I didn't know anything about the class choosing. So when I heard that it really made me feel good. And also a little sad, because I didn't know about this at the time, and that summer was kind of late to be finding out. I didn't really have low self esteem in high school, but I think it would have been higher than it was if I had known this.

Anyway, I still think my hair looks awful, but not as much as before.