Monday, May 13, 2019

The Gratuitous F-bomb

Petey and I were bored silly and decided to go looking for a movie.  The only one that looked slightly interesting (we're not into animation, sci-fi or fantasy so the pickins are usually pretty slim) was called Long Shot

I won't give the plot away but I will tell you there were several belly laughs.  It also poked major fun at politics.  

Good so far.

What started to annoy me was the gratuitous F-bomb.  Don't get me wrong, I can swear right along side the nearest drunken sailor but I like my swearing to pack a punch.  Ya know?  An attention grabber.

After the 57th time, it has lost its meaning and seems to dumb down the person swearing.

The two main stars in this movie are Charlize Theron and Seth Rogen.  Their characters are portrayed as very intelligent and savvy as all get-out.

Seth is a sort of grubby looking dude so I was ok with the bombs from him although . . . . still over done.

Charlize, on the other hand, is gorgeous and very, very chic.  It would still be funny to hear a woman that looks like her rip off a cuss word (you're not expecting it) but way, way too many times.  Wasn't funny any more.

I expected more from them.  You know, the kind of vocabulary that takes you a nano-second to realize they've just dressed you down to a bleeding mass of skin before you know it?

So if the language doesn't bother you, go see it.  It had an Officer and a Gentleman feel to it. 

Saturday, April 6, 2019

Muscle memory

It's interesting when you're away from your home for a while.  We were gone for two months this year and the return was challenging.

I remember the first time we left, it was only for a month and I couldn't remember how to turn our TV on when we got back!  It shocked me that my memory bank could empty out that quickly.

Well, fast forward to this year.  OMG, I tried turning on my bedroom light via the light switch on the wall which DOESN'T EVEN EXIST AND NEVER HAS!

The bathroom was a nightmare: does my hair gel go in the top drawer or is that designated to the middle drawer?  Does my towel go on the front rack or the back rack?

How about the egg beater - there are only two drawers in the kitchen that will accept this particular tool - how hard is it to remember that???

I could go on.  I have about 50 more examples including one about the car and where it was parked downtown but that one is just too embarrassing to mention.

Next year I think it would be a good idea to put a bunch of sticky notes around the house before we leave to lessen the frustration upon our return.

What do you think?

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Lipstick inspired blog

So I bought a new lipstick the other day.  
I've been using the same brand and color for several years now and have been satisfied but recently I got the bug for something new.

A Jazzercise friend had a very fetching color on which caught my attention last week and I went into obsession mode rather quickly.

After a little confusion about the specific color name I purchased said lipstick at Macy's.

Yea!!!

Some time ago in a blog far, far away I asked y'all if you finished off the old (tube/box/liquid, etc.) before opening up the new whatever. Your answers were intriguing. 

I faced a similar feeling but not exactly the same with this new lipstick.

I didn't have an issue with putting the old lipstick away - not really away, away - just on the back burner.  Ya never know when it will come in handy.

The emotion I realized I had with the new lipstick was the cheap thrill I got with the first application.
I had to try it "on for size" in the store using a Qtip so when I actually used the recently purchased one for the first time I almost got goose bumps.

Looking at the shape of the stick itself knowing after a few wears it would never look the same was what brought this blog to fruition.

I had the same feeling when I bought my blusher (remember when we used to call it rouge?).  
There was nothing new about the blusher.  It's the same brand and the same color that I've had for many years - just the brand new look of it when I opened it up.  Waiting for my finger to sweep across it for the first time. Hard to describe.

Is this weird?  I know I'm not totally alone in this.
It's a make-up thing so, for the most part, it's a lady thing but I'm thinking guys have to have a similar emotion regarding . . . tools? 
That's probably sexist on my part but I'd like to know.

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Eating down

No, this isn't a blog about dieting - although I should insert a shout-out to the "Lose It" app and to my friend, Paula, who turned me onto it - no this is about the food in your fridge/pantry.

If you've ever left your home for an extended period of time (can you say "Snow Bird?"), you know what eating down means.

You don't want to leave food hanging around that will spoil and can't be frozen so EAT UP! Hmmm, wonder why we don't say EAT DOWN instead of EAT UP?  I'll give that some more thought.  Don't wait for me, though.

That's exactly what Petey and I have been doing in preparing for our trip to Florida - tomorrow.

If you've been looking at the national weather map you know tomorrow and the next day are going to suck the big one for travelers. So we've postponed our departure until Friday - maybe Saturday.

We just scraped together some eggs, two pieces of bread that were lacking in desire and a hamburger bun that went into the toaster so I could pretend it was not a hamburger bun.  I even flattened it with the heel of my hand.  Not bad, not bad at all.

Tomorrow the cupboards will be bare and we now have to get through two more unscheduled days at home.   No prob, we'll just scoot downtown for a few meals.

Oh, wait.  Everything is closed because THE WEATHER IS SO HORRID!!!

I think the grocery store is still open and it's only 2 blocks away.

Life in the mitten - gotta love it.  Not all the time, though.

Saturday, January 26, 2019

My 70th birthday

The day began with a teeny tiny disappointment in that I didn't get to start the celebration with my Jazzercise friends.  Mother Nature wasn't playing nice.  School was cancelled and so was Jazz.
But one has to carry on in the face of grave sadness (snicker) so I lounged around reading a good murder mystery until it was time for lunch.
This is the view from our local coffee shop (MugShots) that makes and serves the best lunches!  

This wrap was divine.

What does one do after consuming a fabu sammie?
Go looking for something sweet.
Ah ha!  Found it at our local candy store.

It was a quick walk (right next door) to the lovely gift shop in downtown Allegan - Hathaway Cottage.
I love candles if the scent is light and we found just what I was looking for.  It's actually burning right now.  Can you smell it?

I mentioned how Mother Nature was trying to trip us up on dinner plans but we strapped on our earmuffs and drove to Four Roses. 
I know, I know - what's with this picture?  I was so hungry and totally forgot to take a picture of the wonderful fish dish. 

And here is pretty much what the whole day was about.  My goal was to have chocolate cake-ish something to soften the blow of turning 70.  I knew I'd find it at Four Roses - they never disappoint.

So now that all is said and done - I survived.  It still sounds weird to hear myself say I'm 70.  I was going to check my birth certificate to make sure, hoping a mistake had been made, but I knew my sisters would keep me honest.

It was a good day and I look forward to many, many more.

Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Our new library

Our library has been around as long as I can remember.
It's a Carnegie library and is a wonderful place.  I spent
a lot of time there as a teen being shushed by Mrs.Hanson.

An addition has been added and I spent a bit of time there this afternoon.
While the new side is finally open, the older side is getting revamped.  This is one of the seating areas with a great view through the floor to ceiling windows of the river.

These copper fish decorate the staircase leading to the lower level.



A faux fireplace.

Cool lights throughout and a view through a side window of the old gal.

I love this deck!  It's going to be so cool to sit out here and watch all the activity on our downtown boardwalk.

I'm a Kindle user and download all my reading material from the library but also love to spend time reading magazines there.

This is a huge picture of the Kalamazoo river that winds its way through Allegan.  Look closely and you can see the old/new trestle bridge in the background.

So spacious and bright.


This is another shot of the decking on the river looking toward the parking lot behind the older section.
We now have a library that will stay current with this ever changing world we are living in.

I'm also very, very happy that we kept the old gal.  She's a beauty and those of us that have wonderful memories (besides being shushed) are glad she'll be there for many years to come.

Sunday, October 7, 2018

Another great time shared with EG Kight


As many of you already know I am a huge fan of EG Kight's.  I came across her music many years ago and began a slow stalk until Petey and I finally got the chance to see her live in Covington, KY.

Last Friday evening we drove down to Anderson, IN to see her for the 8th time.  The concert affected me just like the very first one did.

Over the years EG and I have become friends.  I really cherish the bond.  She's been through a lot which makes the friendship even more important to me.

So the venue was small Friday night, which I love.  It provides more interaction between EG and the audience.

In the past EG has asked me to get up on stage with her and sign "Through the Eyes of a Child."  It's a very moving song she wrote and brings a lot of people to tears.  She's like that.  I've been very honored to do so; hoping my signs lend a little extra to the meaning of the song.

So, the concert was nearing the end and she hadn't said anything about doing the song - which was fine - I don't expect to get the opportunity every time I see her.

Instead, she leaned toward me and said something that sounded like "shaky ground."  I didn't have a clue what she meant but she said it again in the form of a question.  

It sounded like she wanted me to come up there and sing a song with her and it was called "Shaky Ground."  But . . . . I know ALL of her songs and I KNOW there isn't one with that title.

There is, however, a song that Delbert McClinton has recorded with the same title.

She's not asking me to come up there in front of everyone and sing a Delbert song with her . . . is she?

Oh, crap! She is.  Do I know the song?  Well, yes, but all the lyrics?  Oh, HELL, no!

EG flies by the seat of her britches cuz she can.  Me?  No, never.  I have to rehearse stuff until it dies before I step in front of a mic but there I was, trying not to screw this opportunity up.

We made it through and I had a blast.

Thanks, EG.  You're the best.

Oh, and we closed the show with me signing "Eyes of a Child."

Another night I'll never forget.  I'm one lucky old gal.