Thanks to all the chorus!

The throngs of noisy, obnoxious children (This is Southern California. We breed our children to be noisy and obnoxious) convinced me that Saturday was not a good day to see Star Wars. I would feel very bad if I had to spend my birthday in jail because I strangled the screaming brats in the movie theater.

...so we went out to a nice little seafood restaurant, rented some movies, and will see Revenge of the Sith on Monday (which is already today )

Happy B-Day from me too!

I saw Crash this week end. Wow. All I can say is wow.

Meredith, I'm late in wishing you a wonderful day. I pray you have a happy and healthy year ahead.

I'm glad you didn't go to the movie on the weekend. We'd miss you too much if you ended up in jail!

Me too, HAPPY belated Birthday my friend. I was told that Darth Vader is unmassked for the final Star Wars....

STAR WARS REVENGE OF THE SITH REVIEW

OK, the special effects were monumentous! I've stated before that if I had gone through art school 20 years later, I would've gotten my degree in computer-generated graphics. As it is, I love seeing -- not even the fancy action stuff so much -- but the conceptualization of all those other worlds and civilizations. The attention to detail is jaw-dropping, omigosh-gorgeous artwork.

The story was good, but sad. I knew much of the story before I entered the theater. It still was very well done.

My one complaint is Hayden Christiansen, the actor who played Anakin Skywalker/ Darth Vader. He's wooden. Eye-candy, but not a very convincing actor. I've read other reviews, though, that seemed to think he was OK. I thought he was wooden in Star Wars II too.

If Harrison Ford isn't in it, I ain't going!

Dianne, I wrote a short story about Harrison Ford.

The Elevator
By Vicki M. Taylor

I quickened my pace, dragging my suitcase behind. Every third step it banged my heel, nearly causing me to trip. I refused to slow. The elevator doors filled my view. Nothing else mattered, only making the next elevator car so I could get out of this airport.

There, the doors opened, I could make it, if I hurried. Damn, this suitcase. I stopped dragging it and picked it up, shaking it for a second as if it were an insolent child dragging its heels. I would not wait for another car.

The shiny doors began to close. I leapt toward them, pushing my arm through the narrowing space between them. The doors stopped, retracted, and then opened. Finally. I made it.

I pushed my suitcase ahead and tossed it to the floor as I fell against the cool wall to catch my breath. As I pushed number nine I noticed number seven was already lit.

“Ow, excuse me,” a soft, low, deep voice made its way through my foggy senses.

“Oh, sh--, uh, sorry for the suitcase, I really wanted to catch this ele— “ then I looked up into the most awesome, clearest hazel eyes I had ever seen.

As he bent over to remove the suitcase from against his jean-clad shin, I looked down at his soft brown hair, peppered with an abundance of gray streaks. Just like I had always imagined.

In the next few seconds, my mind raced as my hands straightened, tucked, and smoothed blouse and hair. What do I say? I threw my suitcase at him? My God, he must think I’m an idiot!

With strong hands, he hefted my suitcase to its upright position and sat it gently next to me. My legs nearly buckled when he brushed his hand against my arm and asked, “okay?”

All I could do was nod with a silly grin plastered on my face.

He smiled back.

“You probably wanted to ride the elevator alone, huh?” I cringed as the words left my mouth before I could think.

He laughed. “Well, that was my first intention, but I think this is ok, too.”

The elevator jolted to a halt as it reached the seventh floor. The doors slid open with a swoosh and a “bing.”

“Good-bye, Mr. Ford.” I called out, hoping I didn’t sound too goofy.

He turned and put a hand out to stop the doors from sliding closed. “Harrison,” he said with a smile, then removed his hand. The doors closed and all I could see was my own smiling self reflected in the chrome.

No one was ever going to believe this.

Oh my word. I'm absolutely drooling. I'm so jealous I can't stand it! Can I kiss your hand or something? Geesh.

My Lord she meets Harrison Ford and all I get is Sammie Davis Junior.....But then there was the time with Elvis, The King, Presley, that was good too....

Vicki, gracious. What fun. I'm sweating just reading about it. Phew...hot flash.