Last Minute Christmas Prep

So this morning Ken and I proceeded to tidy up for our fun Family Christmas exchange later this afternoon. (Can't wait!)

I am happily doing some last minute dusting and tweaking some living room decorations when I hear in a frustrated voice, "Mol, what's this stuff on my drafting table?" Translation = Drop whatever you are doing and tell me what 'this stuff' is. His one and only job was done, so he decided to clean his office! No one, mind you not one person coming today will step foot in there.  But sure, Honey pick Christmas morning to de-clutter.

I patiently answered him.

A few minutes later, "Where do you want me to put this?" Translation = Drop whatever you are doing again and come and see what I am talking about." 

I tell him (not so patiently!) "You know Hon, it's not WHAT you are asking me, but HOW you are asking me that is a little bit irritating! You could say something like - - "Hon, I know you're busy, but when you get a chance would you tell me where to put this? He rolls his eyes and responds. "Yes, dear."

As I walk away, I hear the shredder hard at work. I yelled out to him, "Is that our Marriage License?" "Yep" he said. 

Merry Christmas Everyone :)    

Love, Bubble Girl (Single Again)

Filming in Myrtle at the Boardwalk Resort

Boardwalk Resort Movie Filming Part 2 (3:00 p.m.)

Half of the crew was in the front of the building and half were in the back. Onlookers were milling around on the beach and across the street hoping to get a glimpse of someone famous. I realize now I should have waved to them and given them a thrill :)  Making sure I had my card key, I stood watch out on the front balcony. 

Ken called and said he was on his way back from golf. He asked me if I wanted to meet him downstairs and go somewhere. I told him the crew was still here and told him to park the car and scout out the ground floor on his way up. (Really, I just wanted to watch the cops give him a hard time for crossing the roped off barrier! LOL) 

Much to my disappointment he waltzed right past the caution tape and NOT ONE person said a word to him until he got to the front door. Unbelievable! 

He arrived on the 6th floor and said he was in the elevator with two crew members who said they were filming on the 7th floor (Unit 733 - one floor up and two units over)! While we were waiting they brought a group of 'extras' up on our floor and placed them in units next to us and in other various units on floors below. They gave the 'extras' beach towels and had them drape them over their balconies. We heard them instruct the 'extras' to lean over the balcony. So, of course we leaned over ours! Why not, right? 

We heard someone say they were going to shoot an evening pool party, but they were waiting for the sun to go down, so they could see the lights on in the condos while people were leaning over their balconies. About 2 hours passed and all of the 'extras; were still on their balconies waiting. Finally, they decided to scratch the pool party and told everyone to come downstairs. Meanwhile, one of the crew members took pictures of each of the balconies with people on them (including us)! 

So, who knows, we might be in the movie?????  Or, not. Either way, we are happy to give autographs. Oh, and for those who may be aspiring to become and 'extra' . . .  it's exhausting.

Here's a gallery of pictures for real! Pictures 2, 15, 18, 32, 33, 34, 36, 37, 40, 41, 55 are all at our condo.
http://www.myrtlebeachonline.com/2014/11/04/4583869/magic-mike-myrtle-beach-filming.html

Excitement in Myrtle Beach for Bubble Girl! We got a call from our condo management office Sunday telling us we couldn't park in our front lot Monday through Wednesday. They said the city was having some kind of event. That night on the 11:00 p.m. news we heard they were shooting the sequel to Magic Mike here in Myrtle this week at four different locations, Tuesday and Wednesday. Of course Ken has a golf game scheduled for Tuesday, bummer!

So, this morning when he left for golf he called me and said Channing Tatum and the crew were in our front parking lot shooting a scene! 

I rushed to take a shower and get dressed. I suppose I could have gone downstairs and asked to have the make up artist put on my makeup, but I didn't want to impose. 

By the time I was ready, they were setting up filming beneath me in the inside and outside pool area. I watched them stage the extras from my balcony. It took forever for the crew to place everyone. Then I heard "ACTION" ~ "CUT". They took about 5 takes, until I heard, "ACTION" ~ "CUT" ~ "TAKE". I heard a lot of hollering, but I couldn't see any 'real' actors. They finally packed up and headed out. 

Then about 3:00 p.m. they were back!   To be continued . . .  .

The Infamous Pittsburgh Pirates Game

 As predicted, all of the things I mentioned in my previous post that I knew would happen, came true. I’ll have to admit though, the game was well attended and the stadium was pretty impressive. You could clearly see the Pittsburgh skyline from our amazing seats. Ken certainly knows how to pick good seats.

It was also impressive to see that Pittsburgh had live captioning of everything that was announced that appeared under the scoreboard.

This time I earnestly tried to follow the game. I only looked at my phone a few hundred times when Ken would look the other way.

There was one disturbing event, though. Around the 5th inning, I heard this man screaming over and over, "Stella! Stella! Stella!" Poor guy, I felt sorry for him. I looked around, but I didn't see him.

A few minutes later he started screaming again. His voice was coming from somewhere in the isle to the left of our seats. "STELLA! STELLA!" And then he would let out an elongated higher pitch scream, "S-T-E-L-L-L-A-A-A!"Again, I looked around, but I couldn't see where he was.

Thoughts were racing through my mind. Why was everyone in the crowd, ignoring him?  No one seemed bothered or disturbed enough to help this poor guy. Not even the isle ushers, or the cop in front of us on the field spitting sunflower seeds on the ground!

As the screaming got closer and closer, I wondered. Was it his wife, his date, his daughter? Is it time for an Amber alert?  Was I the only one who heard him? I turned to Ken, "Do YOU hear that poor frantic man looking for, STELLA?"

He cracked up and finally answered me. "Mol, STELLA is a beer. He's one of the stadium staff selling beer. See?" And sure enough, there was a man carrying a blue crate with the name ~ STELLA clearly spelled out on the side.

Oh, good grief! What brainiac would brand their beer, STELLA? And I'd like to know HOW MANY other mothers in this crowd were sitting there, worried sick, wondering when someone would step up and do the right thing?

Mea Culpa! Mea Culpa!

First, let me say to both of my brothers;  Den and Jack, please forgive me. My husband FORCED me to go to a Pittsburgh, Pirates game today. I wanted to go to IKEA in Pitsburgh and the only way he would take me is if we fit in a baseball game! I reluctantly agreed even though I threatened to wear an Indians shirt in the hopes they wouldn't let us in. He laughed.

A few weeks ago we went to an Indians game. He's asks me every summer and I've run out of excuses now that I am  retired, so we went the night they played, the Reds. He was so excited to see Corey Kluber pitch. Despite the fact that I made him park as close as possible, I could feel the sweat dripping down my face and trickling down the back of my shirt. We settled in and each inning after the Indians were up he would turn to me and say, "Did you see that? He only pitched 8 times!" "Yep!" I'd say. Actually, I was watching the adorable two year old about 5 rows ahead of us battle with his Mom to try to get off her lap.

Every now and then he would lean over and tell me some amazing fact about the team, or a player. "Wow, or Interesting, or Nice." I'd say. Around the 6th inning he told me some amazing fact and then looked at me and said, "You could really care less, right?"  "Oh hon, I'm really trying! I do feel bad though, you should really have someone next to you who could appreciate all this awesome information. Maybe the Indians could adopt a program where you could hook up with another hometown Sports fanatic and you two could sit together? Wouldn't that be awesome?" He just shook his head.

So, let's see how tonight goes. Things I already know.

     *  I will sweat my way to our seats.
     *  He will have amazing facts to relay each inning and I will try harder to be interested. Oh wait, this is Pittsburgh - - who cares.
     * I will earnestly watch the game. (All the while mentally planning the next few weeks of posts on my web site.)
     * He will enjoy himself no matter what. :) thank goodness.
     * The ninth inning WILL COME and I will sweat my way back to our car.

I ask you, 'How much more fun can one person have?'

And, bless his heart he actually asked me if I was excited when we got in the car this morning. Ever the optimist.