Did I really, actually whip up a feast of pork chops and applesauce for 6 little grandbebes?
I mean yes – there were LOTS of other dishes, too because we were eating off those giant school-cafeteria trays and you must fill every section. But the main thing was porks chops and applesauce.
Because of The Brady Bunch, silly. I want them to be exposed to the classics, for sure. ;) Porks chops and applesauce for dinner. That’s swell!
It was funny and cute and warm and sweet and had a great surprise ending and even some ghosts of the Merry Gentlemen of WWII. It was supposed to be a little scary-spooky (but wholly Christmasy) in a darkened restaurant as the main character of the story came to some important conclusions about life. Ya know – classic Christmas story-stuff.
The “eerie” voices are Dave-the-husband, Dave-the-son-in-law and Rocky. It was really cool. LISTEN….
CLICK on the link, then click on it again when it shows up in its’ own window. It will give you a Quicktime screen for listening.
We are, after all, getting a blizzard. Snow makes it feel more like Christmas today, than say, yesterday, when my car window was rolled down all day as I shopped.
Road Rage has been officially released! It is available on Amazon right now (Kindle, soon), and you can get signed copies directly from Dave delivered personally the first week of January.
I love that Dave is teaching our grandbebes to like The Andy Griffith Show; not so much that he is also teaching them to like Gilligan’s Island. But I like that they like Andy and the gang and that Hunter gets, really gets Barney Fife.
Endless, timeless joy!
Dave’s first stage-performed play (that HE has written) is coming up soon – 5 days!!! We are so lucky and grateful for all the people who have worked to put this together. AND it is pretty exciting to see posters in store windows and on coffee shop bulletin boards! Have you seen them???
There will be 2 performances and a lot of our kids and grandbebes are involved and the niece and great-niece, too. Plus the greatest friends on earth, acting and taking tickets and building sets and helping us spread the word.
So if you see this and you are in the area, you should come! Friday November 30 at 7 om or Saturday December 1 at 7 pm. The cost is $5 per person (children under three are free) and a portion of the proceeds will benefit the Adams County Cold Weather Care program (Mission: To provide life saving shelter and support to individuals and families experiencing homelessness in Adams County). You can buy your tickets online (www.callbacktheater.com) or at the door.
Be watching the local newspaper for an article this week!
The location is the totally cool Armory @ Brighton. Here is how to get here, 300 Strong Street:
Plus LIVE music by some pretty cool-awesome-amazing musicians, if we do think so! :)
FABULOUS way to kick off your Christmas season, I promise! Please plan to come and tell everyone you know about it. And LIKE the FB page and MERRY CHRISTMAS!
I love the Bing Crosby song from “Holiday Inn” that he sings (while missing his love, who has recently become engaged to another man) on Thanksgiving. So he is a little grumpy, but the song on its’ own is a happy, grateful, true story!
Mamie: Women has to have them things told to them the right way. You could melt her heart right down to butter, if you’d only turn on the heat.
Jim considers what Mamie is telling him.
Jim: Well, sure. [He is now resolved] Women has to be told things the right way.
Uh, yeah. Right. Anyway, I am singing this song all day today! Sing with me, come on! I have included lyrics! Because I am nice like that.
I’ve got plenty to be thankful for
I haven’t got
A great big yacht
To sail from shore to shore
Still I’ve got plenty to be thankful for
I’ve got plenty to be thankful for
No private car
No caviar
No carpet on my floor
Still I’ve got plenty to be thankful for
I’ve got eyes to see with
Ears to hear with
Arms to hug with
Lips to kiss with
Someone to adore
How could anybody ask for more?
My needs are small
I buy them all
At the five and ten cent store
Oh, I’ve got plenty to be thankful for
SO excited! Callback Theater is kicking off Christmas and their very first production at The Armory, at Brighton Cultural Center. This is Dave’s thing and getting to put this fun little show on with such great friends and the grandkids, a really fun adventure! Eleven days and counting down!
The Armory sat boarded up for the first several years we lived here and of course, I wanted to buy it and live in it! :) It is pretty now, though!
You should plan to come! Buy tickets online!!! www.callbacktheater.com
This play may or may not be making a teensy bit of fun at some Nebraska-type people. Yikes.
Of course, they were Danny and Sandy from “Grease” (1978) And they are back for Christmas, almost 35 years later. Kitschy or not, I had to check it out.
This is not a recipe. This…this is me salivating over the words by Harper Lee chose to tell her story, “To Kill a Mockingbird.”
We went to see the classic, Academy-award winning movie starring Gregory Peck (1962) last night at the AMC (a Fathom Events deal in conjunction with TCM), and o-my-gosh, it just gets better with time. And seeing it on the big screen was worth every single penny, so much more worth it (for the 50 of us who were there) than the flick the hundreds of people plastered along the hallways and walls behind ropes were awaiting (the latest, and final, Twilight movie), I can guarantee you!
To Kill a Mockingbird is celebrating its’ 50th anniversary. 50 years from now, it will still be a cherished movie.
At least the way it begins in the movie (I have never read the book, shamefully), these are the words that just drew me in. They are so beautifully arresting, picturesque and vivdly striking – I am there, in small-town Alabama in the 1930s.
Maycomb was a tired, old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it.
Somehow it was hotter then.
Men’s stiff collars wilted by 9:00 in the morning.
Ladies bathed before noon, after their 3:00 naps…
and by nightfall were like soft tea cakes…
with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum.
The day was 24 hours long, but it seemed longer.
There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go…
and nothing to buy; no money to buy it with.
Although Maycomb County had recently been told…
that it had nothing to fear but fear itself.
That summer I was six years old.
The ladies, the talcum, the soft, tea cakes – don’t you just get it? Ohhhhh….this is when I know I cannot write. Love.
I just heard a song on Martini in the Morning ( the “lounge” sound, Rat-Pack music) called “I love Vegas” featuring Mr Dean himself. I’d never heard it, but guess what?!?
I love Vegas when I’m loaded,
I love it when I am not.
I love Vegas, just like Kruschev loves being indignant,
More than even my wife Jeanie loves being pregnant.
He sang my name. He gets points.
And I always did love being pregnant. :)