Thornton: If anybody had told me six months ago that today I’d be in a graveyard in Innisfree with a girl like you that I’m just about to kiss, I’d have told ’em…
Mary Kate Danaher: Oh, but the kisses are a long way off yet!
Thornton: Huh?
Mary Kate Danaher: Well, we just started a-courtin’, and next month, we, we start the walkin’ out, and the month after that there’ll be the threshin’ parties, and the month after that…
Thornton: Nope.
Mary Kate Danaher: Well, maybe we won’t have to wait that month…
Thornton: Yup.
Mary Kate Danaher: …or for the threshin’ parties…
Thornton: Nope.
Mary Kate Danaher: …or for the walkin’ out together…
Thornton: No.
Mary Kate Danaher: …and so much the worse for you, Sean Thornton, for I feel the same way about it myself!
[They kiss. Thunder rolls]
Um…I love John Wayne. A little more every single time!
I am so not keeping up my blog. I have things to say. I guess. But juggling all different formats is weird. With Twitter only requiring 140 characters, I am able to quickly say something, anything, to the world: boom! Done.
Then I forget to blog.
I know something about a certain car commercial…
If you were wondering where Shaquille O’Neal was yesterday or where you can find Payton Manning today, you could ask me. Because my nephew, Curtis, is at the shoot (he brought the cars). I could tell you…if I wanted to.
I never use nor approve of the word “sucks”
But sometimes…
American Idol is agonizingly, disgustingly horrid beyond belief this year. The judges are so awful. Where oh where do I begin? Randy seems sort of opinionlessly-pointless about anything at all. Niki Menaj is absolutely bi-polar-erratic in judgements. One person forgets words, she nasally annoyingly whi-hi-hines out: Oh I love you-that endears you to me. The next person forgets: Oh, you have insulted me and ticked me off.
Mariah is beautiful {earning her nice, big check} sitting there all diva-like with her hair sculpted into its glorious place (I do like her, really as she possesses pretty much the only true class to be found on this disappointing show) and Keith is adorable, naturally, but the contestants are just mortifying with the most deplorable social skills and world-view and the most utter self-absorption (more than usual) I have EVER seen. It seems like all the talentless hacks are being let through purely for the freak-factor. I HATE this show. And I used to love it. Please cancel it so I don’t have to be this miserable ever ever ever ever ever again. OMYGOSH! Where is Simon??? For the love of God and all that is holy, Simon – come back, pul-eeze!!!
All the wonderful years of Idol joy, gone….yet, like a terrible wreck, I cannot just go by without looking…
PONDER THIS: {“The days are long, but the years are short.”} ~Gretchen Rubin is cool.
Kiss-kiss, bebe I adore
Malakai, my little angel bebe, is now 7 pounds, 2 ounces. He is thriving on love, and his cheeks are getting chubby.
Tredessa snapped this last night. He is 5 weeks old now.
I invite you to begin reading your Bible as though you are taking a slow walk in a beautiful park — one filled with God’s presence. You will find that makes all the difference in your world!
Though I almost always jump head-long into those read-the-Bible-through-in-a-year incentives, after getting stuck on 2 chapters in Isaiah for three days, I thought this invitation sounded magnificent.
Barr Lake State Park
I am reading through the NLT this year. I have never read this version, even though it is part of my go-to-five on www.biblegateway.com. LOVE parallels! (New King James Version, New International Version, The Message, Amplified, New Living Translation, my favs)…
Speaking of walking though a park…
I have had this recurring desire to go watch the sunrise at Barr Lake State Park, yes, right in the middle of winter! Sadly, however, though the strong urge hits me in the evening, it isn’t strong enough at dark-thirty in the morning to cause me to get my buns out of bed and drive the 7 miles from my front door to the lake. Yes, that is how atrociously lazy I am – I can’t bring myself to get bundled up and go sevenmiles. Is that not terrible?
An actual Barr Lake State Park Sunrise:
Guess what is happening Friday?
Grandbebes! A whole houseful of them!
Which brings us to THIS question: I had one of the snapshots Stephanie did in December made into a gigantic 2′ x 3′ canvas (can you comprehend how much it is making me smile?). I was just going to hang it bare like that, then realized that it would fit in this very ornate, old frame I have. But of course, I’d paint the frame black or white…right? Thoughts? Advice? Opinions? Frame or not? Painting it or not???
Ok, so that is about it. I hope you are not upset about how I am feeling abotut American Idol because I am not taking that back…
What random loveliness has been going on with YOU???
My mom was raised on Gene Autrey and Roy Rogers’ westerns and spent her childhood going to the Saturday double-feature for 25-cents in the 40s and 50s. She loved those movies and wearing her jeans and spurs, when she could get away with it.
But then she became engaged to a Nazarene preacher and there were things the holiness crowd just did not do. And going to movies was one of them.
So for years, she has adhered to the old teachings, to the sound of the voices of the older pastor’s and their wives who mentored her and told her that the word said not to “sit in the seat of mockers ” (Ps 1), which being interpreted {by them} meant: don’t go to the movie houses and sit in seats next to godless people. Now-they never mentioned sitting next to the godless at, say, a doctor’s office or a PTA meeting or even church. That verse, they were immovable in their stance, meant one thing: movie houses! Or maybe several things, because places like Disneyland were off limits, too. But mvies, most assuredly.
Over the years, especially as the grandkids came along, I heard her question that whole thing. She’d wish she could go ‘find Nemo’ or see a re-release of some Disney movie or another she’d watched growing up. She would brightly and hopefully say she really thought she could attend a movie and probably still go to heaven. But to actually risk it was another story.
:)
It happened. Finally. The movie that helped her break a 55+ year ban on the movies in her life? The man who moved her enough to make it happen? Lincoln!
President Lincoln was her favorite president ever and my history-teaching brother, Dan, was able to get her to go to support Lincoln if nothing else.
She loved it!
I said to her, “Oh, mom, how scandulous,” to which she replied,
“I did not feel the heat of hell.”
What was she expecting? *Hahahaha.* And she told me, “I don’t really care what people think. I was not sinning” Who is she now? Makes me laugh.
Oh and…
She had actually been in a theater a few years ago when “The Passion” was coming out and the marketing peeps were hauling in truckloads of religious-sorts to help them get the word out. But, she informed me, “It was all church people. That didn’t count.”
There may not be a greater example of mid-century modern, artistic, mouth-watering, pristine, high-fashion, silly-but-endearing, picturesque, old-fashioned and up-to-date in one fell swoop movie ever…
If there is, it is not coming to mind presently. Because:
Think Pink? Oh, yes, please!
Banish the black, burn the blue, and bury the beige
From now on girls
Think Pink!
It is on Netflix right now, “Funny Face” (1957) starring Audrey Hepburn and Fred Astaire. Costumes by Edith Head and Audrey’s Paris wardrobe by Givenchy. The Gershwin Brother’s fab music…It’s o-so-adorable and just plain good-for-the-brain beauty and charm, wit and glamour. There are singing and dancing, and dresses divine. Cinematography? Marvelous! Sets? Stimluating! Charm? Galore!
Suspend disbelief and the fact that Fred is way too old to be with Audrey and all kinds of other weaknesses in plot and script and just enjoy the fantasy and delightful frolics this film entices you to enjoy. You MUST just grab some chocolate and sit yourself down for a sense-captivating romp through 1957. This minute! REALLY!!!
Having a head cold, booooooo. But one good thing. Watching old movies-for medicinal reasons.
TWO yesterday! Two I love and have watched many times before.
1] Mother is a Freshman, 1949, Loretta Young and Van Johnson
So 1940s east coast. Trashy novels and sororities. The colors, the sweetness of passionate (but not sordid) love. The beauty of Loretta Young and the dashing debonair-ness of Van Johnson. Yes, I like it. Very old-fashioned and lovely.
2] And “You’ve Got Mail,” 1998, Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks
Well, I mean there is the scene where Kathleen Kelly is home with a terrible head cold. From my own experience, I can tell you she played the scene very well…except they should have reddened her nose up more. Don’t ask me how I know. Here she is with her cold~
There are a million quotes from this movie that I adore and have adopted as part my life’s philosophy. That is because Nora Ephron directed it, she and her sister wrote it, adapting it from a French play and her sensibilities are just, with such sweetness and modernity, spot on. But I thought this exchange especially poignant at the beginning of a brand new year with fresh new possibilities. It may or may not have actually caused me to cry, while I laughed.
When our heroine decides she has to close down her children’s book store, being forced out, really, by the “big, bad, book superstore,” she lets her colleagues know at lunch~
Birdie: So, deary, what have you decided to do?
Kathleen Kelly: Close. We’re going to close.
Christina [sad]: Close.
Birdie, brightly as she pours tea: Closing the store is the brave thing to do.
Kathleen Kelly, feeling defeated, yet resigned: Oh, you are such a liar. But thank-you.
Birdie: You are daring to imagine that you could have a different life. Oh I know it doesn’t feel like that. You feel like a big, fat failure now. But you’re not. You are marching into the unknown armed with [pause] nothing. Have a sandwich.
I mean – if you are trying to figure out your life’s theme right now, have a sandwich, ya know? March into the unknown and dare to imagine! At least with nothing, you have a clean slate. Happy New Year!!! *smile*
Good medicine
Furthermore – did you know you can now watch free full-length movies on YouTube (like Doris Day and James Garner’s “The Thrill of it All,” a thoroughly 1965 little-bit-of-wardrobe heaven) and with an HDMI connection or an Apple TV, you can just stream it onto your high-def flat-screen? Oh, the-best-medicine is just advancing all the time! :) Why have I not known this before?
Yes, if I must have a head cold and be waited on hand-and-foot, then I should get to watch silly, old movies that make me happy.
We tried to go without cable or satellite or any type of TV augmentation once before…we made it about 5 days.
So today is a red-letter day. We are cutting the proverbial TV cord.
We have had a gazillion options over the years (direct, dish, cable, comcast – everything) and just hate almost everything that is on TV and actually rarely watch a show when it is on anyway. How is it possible to have 897 channels available and not be able to find one redeemable thing on when you have a few minutes???
So we figured, for instance, when Dave wants to watch that horrible “Walking Dead” show, he can use Hulu and see it a day late. Which is fine, because he just finished watching 6 back episodes that he’d recorded months ago but hadn’t had time to watch.
Plus we got our AppleTV a year ago and even though we couple it with our Netflix subscription, we haven’t really fully explored everything it avails for us and I don’t think we will until we take the plunge.
So, we did it. We called them. We said, “Thanks, but no thanks.”
We bought one of those exterior digital antennas ($40 @ WalMart) to get local channels in hi-def and it looks good. But I am still hyperventilating. I am madly surfing before they actually pull the plug with no intention of watching anything-just afraid of losing the control and selections. And I truly hate 92% of what is available anyway.
Tell me: have you done it? How do you de-tox? How do you change what you have done for 30+ years? What will help me transition when I feel like I need a fix? Please, friends and family: get me through this. What do I need to know and where will I find everything I neeeeeeeeeed???
I will miss Paula Zahn and Dateline on Investigation Discovery. And for the grandkids, whom I have raised on Sprout (Caillou, and Angelina Ballerina and so many other sweet little shows), I will miss “119.” But I will miss you the most, Judge Judy.
I take this leap willingly. Let’s see if we can go longer than 5 days???
It is THE best, hands-down. Funny, charming, silly, great wriing, perfectly cast (including their best friends) and Meg’s hair in the deli scene (yes, that scene) is my dream hair.
I wish I could have found one of my fav scenes, which is when they each call their respective best friends, who co-habit, and the four of them are involved in 2 separate but over-lapping conversations. Genius writing and great timing.
