1. The news just told me that it's now been 50 years since the movie Giant was made. You know, Giant? The big Texas movie about oil and stuff? James Dean, Elizabeth Taylor, etc, etc... anyway, the only reason this is important to me is because Giant is the only old movie that I like. Period. I first saw it in high school, and you know, I didn't even fall asleep during it.

2. My parents visited this weekend, so my mom made me watch Grey's Anatomy on Thursday night. Ugh. I've come to realize that there are some things that I flat out don't care about on TV, especially if they're fiction - Lawyers, Doctors, and Crime. I don't understand why people like to watch people solve make believe crimes, or fight make believe court cases, or run around being horny and sleeping around while tending to ER patients.

On the aforementioned hit show the other night, there were 5 separate characters who were unfaithful to their wives/husbands/girlfriends/boyfriends in the first 32 minutes - and this is an hour show! I just don't give a crap about hospitals, or courtrooms, or make believe crimes. Especially if it's full of a bunch of adults acting like 7th graders. Do you want to go to the ER and risk that all the doctors there are just trying to get each other in bed? Myself, I'd much rather they focus on making sure I don't die or whatever.

Anyway, the Doctor Show/Lawyer Show/Crime Show triumvirate is all over TV. Not a shred of it appeals to me. My thinking is, if somebody did something bad, I hope you find 'em and lock 'em up. If somebody got hurt and came to the hospital, I hope you fix them up and they don't die. If you gotta go to court, I hope you win. If you're the good guys. Whatever! I'm just not interested. Stop all that jibba jabba and show me some Mr. T.

3. I carted around 3544 lbs worth of cement mix this weekend. 44 bags. Not only am I sick of lifting them, but I can seriously say that if I didn't have a truck, my life would just cease. You can't get anything done if you don't have a truck - you gotta pay people to do everything for you. Get a truck.

4. #3 refers to pouring a footing for a new fence. My dad did most of it but actually had enough faith in Mark and me to let us pour the last part while he was welding some stuff. I don't usually get to do this stuff because my dad is the expert. I'm usually reduced to a supporting role. I'm like the guy on the Cowboys who barely made the team and only gets to cover punts. You only see him when he has ADD and runs past the punt returner instead of hitting him. Or he lets the ball roll into the end zone. Anyway, on the concrete pouring, amazingly, we did okay. Much like we said in our Amazing Race video entry - we get things done.