Category Archives: Personal

Thoughts and observations, plans and goals for me personally.

That’s my boy!

I can’t begin to explain the feeling I have as my son does his first scene in front of a non-educational camera and crew.

Delighted..? Nope. Not good enough.

Elated..? Nada.

Proud..? You bet. But still not right.

Honored..? Yeah… Honored is more like it.

Honored to be a dad who’s son has, for whatever reason, has chosen the same field as mine to feed, compel and deliver his passion to the world.

Not everyone gets to feel that.

I did… am… right now.

Amazing.

They aren’t little, young or pliant for long. If your are, currently, enjoy them. Laugh with them. Feed their passion.

Who knows… One day you may be sitting where I’m sitting.

Honored beyond words!

Dad

It’s really a question

At sports functions and public gatherings someone gets up in front of the crowd and sings a song.

It’s usually considered a statement.

I offer to you that it’s not a statement at all but, rather, a question. A question that we answer, daily, with our actions… our attitudes… our lives.

The song is, of course, The Star Spangled Banner. Our National Anthem.

On this week of her birth I considered what the words of that great song really mean to me:

Think about that the next time you sing it or hear it. Be thankful that the answer to that question is still a resounding “Yes!”

Here they are again. Forgive any misspelled words:

Oh, say… can you see,
by the dawn’s early light
what so proudly we hailed
at the twighlight’s last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars
through the perilous fight
o’re the ramparts we watched
were so gallantly streaming.

And the rockets red glare,
the bombs bursting in air,
gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. 

Oh, say… does that star spangled banner yet wave…
o’re the land of the free… and the home of the brave?

Happy Birthday America!

John Schneider

All in a day

It’s amazing how a lifetime can come down to a single day. I am in the process of packing up my mother’s house to move her to Louisiana and am amazed by the memories contained in her home.

Photos on the wall from Dukes, Grand Hotel, Collier and company…
Children who were not yet adults by creeks that looked like raging rivers to them at the time…
Young eyes full of hope, dreams and promise…
Long forgotten songs with the #1 beside them in a magazine called Billboard…

Life encapsulated. Lives… encapsulated. Fascinating.

Hard to know with every coffee cup, photograph, stuffed animal and thing “As Seen On TV” which ones need to make the journey. Surely they don’t all need to survive the move.

But who am I to decide? I’m in the pictures, on the cups and maybe even provided a stuffed animal or two but what do I know?

It’s not possible to know what someone else holds in an object. The simplest of things can contain memories so emotional and vast that someone may be willing to give their lives for its protection.

Dramatic..? Consider the source.

I’ve been going through interviews for “Smothered” lately and noticed what  strong emotions come from a shared experience. The cast appears to all remember the experience fondly. I’l bet they all have something in their homes to commemorate the experience. Something that won’t mean anything at all to one of their children or grandchildren sometime in the future who may be moving them somewhere else to live out their lives.

I wrote a screenplay about finding something in my mother’s house a few years ago. Something dark. I default to dark when I write. More on that later. The point is that the object I found held memories for me. They were sitting there in that box waiting patiently for someone like me to visit. To give them life. Wings. One glance into this box and I was 8 again. 10. 13.

Memories are amazing things. Perhaps they are what novelists are speaking of when they write of time travel. A memory is very nearly like being there. Songs and smells do that for me too.

How about you? What triggers memories for you? Good ones… not so good… great?

By the way… I’m going to go get a bigger truck so I can pack it all. Who am I to decide which of my mother’s memories make it to Louisiana?

On the road again!

Some people…

It never ceases to amaze me that there are people out there who seem to be geared…

…no… designed…

To be helpful.

They come to the studio… work all day (and I’m talking HARD work) make a huge change in the place and then…

Ready..?

They Thank Me when they leave.

Thank ME!

For letting them come over and work their butts off for little more than fellowship.

These are amazing people and I want to thank them right now… on Easter Sunday because I know they are out there celebrating and won’t be able to say something like “Oh, don’t thank me… It was nothing.”

I’m taking this opportunity to do something that I highly recommend you do to those around you who are the same way…

To Dan who cuts the grass… thank you my friend. You have a gift. Watching you out there makes me jealous of your line. You cut more grass in a shorter time with a bigger smile than I’ve ever seen.

Roger, Kyra, Marty and Becket who build rooms, shovel sand, light up the swamp and make sure there’s the delight of discovery in the eyes of a child here whenever they stop by… Thank you for not only your willingness to do things like crawl under the house but for doing it with excellence. You prove that you don’t always “Get what you pay for.” Sometimes you get a whole lot more than that. Every time with you!

To Jennifer who makes sure that no poison ivy goes untouched. No counter top goes un scrubbed and who has great appreciation for filling the air with music that only someone much older… (like me) would like… Thank you for brightening up every room or swamp that you inhabit.

To Shay who makes sure that there is a class to the joint that I never imagined possible. An elegance to the way light streams through the drapes, sheers and clean windows and the smell of fresh deer bubbling on the broken stove… Thank you for believing that this place could be more than an old, forgotten, house at the end of a dirt road.

To Dane who recognized the need for people to come here and not only put the word out but showed up, barefoot, ready to tackle anything that needed to be tackled. Thank you for you spirit of “Why not?!” It’s very refreshing to someone who was used to hearing “Why? altogether too often.

And to Robert who simply does everything. Everything from finding and fixing leaks to making sure the dogs are alive and the alligator is far away and the firewood is dry and the Darryl has the right info and the burn pile is manned and the pool guy is on time and on and on and on… Thank you for taking on this project (which is truly endless) with an attitude of friendship and good will toward all who enter the chain that will one day be a beautiful gate.

You all amaze me! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

See..? That wasn’t so bad. Was it?

Schneider

A workout a day keep the doctor impressed

Forgive the blatant sales pitch but something just happened that I have to brag about.

Have to!

Okay… I am working on this delightful film called “Mr. Fiction” for the Pixel Network through Hallmark all week.

I’m a dad who is trying to protect one of his investments while also trying to spark a little romance into my son’s overworked life.

Fun stuff.

But here’s the deal… When ever you do a movie you have to be given a physical to make sure you are insurable. In the event that you get sick the production company needs to be able to get reimbursed for any money they are out because of your sickness.

Just how it is.

So… today I am getting my physical and the doctor sees that I’m 54… just 54 BTW… and wishes me Happy Birthday.
“Thanks” I say.
Then he takes my blood pressure.
“Wow… that’s really great.” He says.
I forget the number but it was enough to impress this guy so that’s good with me.
He then listens to my heart.
“Um…” says he. “What is it that you do to keep in this kind of shape at your age?”
That’s when I told him about P90X3.
That’s when I gave him the link to my web site.That’s when I thanked him for coming and he said “No… Thank you. I’m going to start doing this right away and get my patients on it. I’ll order P90X3 tonight.”

It feels good to help a doctor get into better shape!

For those of you who know what this means… BRING IT!

For those who don’t… why not give it a shot?