Salvation Lies Within

While recently watching one of my favorite movies,

The Shawshank Redemption

I had another It all comes back to Richard moment

MAJOR SPOILER AHEAD

turn back if you haven’t seen the movie

It was the climax of the film, when Warden & company

find that Andy is not in his prison cell for morning roll call.

As we’re taken through his escape plan, it’s revealed that Andy tunneled his way out

using an ordinary rock-hammer

that he kept hidden in his bible

much like Geraldine hid a chocolate bar in her bible

Salvation Lies Within

On a related note, I took my kids to see “Catching Fire” today…

because they needed schooled on how to overthrow me properly.

Not to worry though,

I already have the poster for my prison wall picked out:

salvation optional

Standring On The Brain

This past weekend my family and I attended a small local Scottish festival that we go to every year. There are bigger and “better” (commercial) ones in the area, but I enjoy the ambiance of a smaller venue.

This year I couldn’t seem to get John Standring off my mind. I “saw” him at every turn.

It’s understandable that I would be reminded of John while watching the sheep trials

the dogs were cute, but John does it better

though there were no tall, dark and handsome men dressed in overalls;

just old men in wool caps.

I didn’t expect to be reminded of John while watching the Highland games. Flipping tall cabers (wooden telephone poles) and throwing massive hammers around doesn’t seem like something he would do for fun, though I’m sure he could hold his own.

They also had a sheaf toss though, which is kind of like pitching hay, so…

hey, hey, hey…hay

There was a Whiskey tasting

(that’s Whisky with no “e” Spell-Check *winks*)

and John does enjoy a drink now and then.

yes, I know that’s beer…but look at those eyelashes!

There were Medieval weapon demonstrations too,

where Guy took over my brain for awhile, to give John a rest.

I found the birds-of-prey talk and demonstration very interesting;

there are Falcons and Hawks aplenty on the Moors.

and of course they had traditional food as well.

Haggis: the garbage dump of sheep innards

There was also a British classic car show too, but I can’t imagine John being able to fit into those tiny things…

there’s no back seat *winks*

All in all, it was an enjoyable day.

I was able to indulge in my love of all things Scottish,

with John Standring on the brain.

I still haven’t figured out what was up with the Braveheart Stormtrooper though

*scratches head*