Otherwise known as "fragile." And if you understand that statement, you are indeed a hip, cool cat in my book. ;-)
On Thursday last, my honey and I went to
The Princess Theatre to see "A Christmas Story," perhaps the single greatest Christmas movie ever made. Funny, I absolutely did not care for that movie up until a few years ago. I think it was about the time that Turner Classic Movies (i think) started showing it for 24 hours straight on Christmas Day every year. That's when it finally hit me. I LOVE that movie.
Unfortunately, the Princess doesn't have a "real big screen" like in the old days. They have a pretty big drop-down style screen, so it was almost like seeing it on the big screen. When I was growing up, Saturdays this time of year were spent at the Princess Theatre. Momma would take us kids down on Saturday morning and come back and pick us up on Saturday afternoon. That's when "Santa" went shopping. The first time I ever sat in the dark and held hands with a boy was on one of those Saturday matinees when I was in about the 4th grade or so. How funny. I think he even tried to kiss me. I was having none of that. You can get >pregnant< doing that! Well, at least that's what I thought at about that age. I bet 4th graders nowadays know more about sex and sex education than I did by high school! Oh well.
But, I digress. Back to the movie. It was based on short stories by Jean Shepherd, In God We Trust, All Others Pay Cash and Wanda Hickey's Night of Golden Memories. Of course, there's the Triple Dog Dare, the flag pole, the Red Ryder BB gun, F---, Fudge, Scut Farkus, Little Orphan Annie and the Secret Society decoder pin, Peking duck, a hundred other little tidbits, and of course, The Lamp;
It was a thing to behold! They had one in the lobby and sold raffle chances on it. I bought 4. I did not win. Bummer. Of course, hubby asks, "What are you going to do with it if you win?" Details. I'm sure I would have thought of something.
I have a couple of blogging buddies who have mentioned recently that they just aren't into being "Christmassy" yet. Well, I'm getting there. Slowly. My next post will be a history lesson on why Christmas is the most miserable time of the year for me. However, seeing that movie and listening to a CD I picked up today (more on that later) have certainly helped me get into that "Christmas" kinda mood!