All week, everywhere I go online, people are talking about Honey Boo Boo. So I decided visit YouTube and see what it was all about.
O.M.G. this is the absolute worst piece of garbage family I’ve ever seen in my life. This is everything that is wrong in this country and it’s a huge hit. If you haven’t seen this, take a look. It’s an atrocity!
I’m reading the buzz this morning how about “terrible” Clint Eastwood’s speech was last night, that he drifted wildly off-script, mumbled, that he was incoherent, that he spoke without notes and without a clue of what he wanted to say. I think the silver-maned screen icon knew exactly what he was doing, and played to the audience like the consummate professional he is.
I THOUGHT HE WAS LIKE A BREATH OF FRESH AIR!!!!
We live in a nation of slick politicians, so slick that they are out of touch with the common people. I don’t trust what they say, I always wonder what their agenda is, with their scripted speeches and their Brooks Brothers attire. But when Mr. Eastwood came onstage and just talked to the people, with his folksy demeanor, I was enthralled. I thought the empty chair scenario was brilliant, and it infuriates me because people rake him over the coals because he didn’t follow protocol and wasn’t “polished.” Sure he’s an older person, but he’s lived a lot of years and can contribute coherent thoughts to those who bother to listen to what he has to say.
I think it’s wonderful to see something unscripted. And it’s not about politics with me, even though I don’t support Obama. If he would have given the same “speech” at the DNC I would have enjoyed it just as much and laughed just as hard.
Life isn’t polished, people are real, we mumble, we ramble, we talk without sounding like a scripted robot, and if the digs he made hit a little too close to home, well it gives people something to think about it.
Thanks Clint Eastwood for giving America your thoughts, you sure did “Make My Day!”
That’s what Abby tells us now as she comes downstairs after her nap. Of course we’re all thrilled to see her, and probably a lot more excited to hear her say those words than all of you are going to be when you read this.
It’s been a busy week here at the OK Corral.
Friends came over this week for a morning of Clabber (card game). I made King Arthur Flour’s Morning Glory Muffins, had everything on the patio ready to go, we sat down, and Dawn, the lovely lady on the right got stung on the cheek by a wasp before she even got to take a bite. My neighbor Trish ran over to her house to get some kind of electronic wasp zapper, came back and was fighting the nasty stinging insects with her zapper paddle and they stung her twice on the hand before we discovered a nest under the table. Hubby came to the rescue with wasp spray, and we were ready to play. Except…
We couldn’t find Maggie anywhere, the patio is enclosed, but apparently she got out of the gate during all the wasp commotion. We looked all over the house, no Mags, and finally a panicked Jan located her over at the neighbors sniffing the light pole where Ozzie, the lab likes to hike his leg.
In the meantime we had let Butterbean out to play on the patio, where he promptly mowed down my black eyed susans, and then kept darting to the top of the waterfall, where we all thought he might jump to freedom. Of course there was no catching the little scamp, so we just started our game and hoped for the best. He finally wore himself out and hubby was able to put the little rascal back in his house.
My friend, Diane came over yesterday with sweet Miley, her four pound Yorkie. Miley is from the same breeder as Maggie, Trish’s London is, too, and oh what sweet little souls they all are. They are so cute when the are playing together, it’s enough to melt any dog lover’s heart, just watching them together. That’s Diane holding the dogs, my Maggie on the left with her tongue out, her Miley on the right.
Then fast forward to this morning. Trish had told me that the hummingbirds were “flocking” to the mimosa tree down by the woods that is blooming again. The honeysuckle is also in bloom, we can’t figure out why. It never blooms twice in the summer, but then this hasn’t been a “normal” summer.
So I grab my coffee, pick up my camera and with Maggie in tow, I’m off for a photo op with all those hummingbirds. Right… It was 8am, and there wasn’t a hummingbird in sight. I called Trish on the phone, she said maybe they weren’t awake yet. Awake yet? It was 8am for pete’s sake. Then Maggie started whining because she needed to potty, and the hawks were circling, so no way was I going to let her do it, so we came home, where she promptly came in the house and instead of using her piddle pad, she proceeds to pee by the french door going to the patio. Was she mad at me? Ya think? She never does that!
So about 10am Trish calls to tell me that the hummingbirds had arrived, so I grabbed my camera and trekked once again to the woods. Her idea of hummingbirds “flocking” was one little bitchy female that kept running off all the other birds, and was impossible to photograph.
All I managed to capture was one lonely little butterfly before I called it a day and came home.
So here I sit, anxious to watch Clint Eastwood tonight, it will be interesting to see what he has to say. I’m drinking a coke, that was frozen, it has now spewed all over my desk, and is dripping onto my jeans.
Fascinating entry, isn’t it. I told you it would be more fun to hear Abby say, “Hey everybody, I’m back!”
So, it’s late last night, well late for me, 11pm, I was up reading, went to the computer in the sunroom, started for the living room, tripped over an “object” that DH had put by the side of the chair, fell kersplat, knocked the “object” clear to Sunday, knocked over the chair, and there I laid, sprawled spread eagle on the floor. No, I didn’t hurt anything but my dignity, and even that wasn’t so bad since LC was in bed and nobody saw me. But it just irks the heck out of me when I do stupid things, which is pretty much every.single.day.of.my.life. I could have hurt myself, but luckily I didn’t, I’m not even sore this morning.
But at least I’m not alone, check out these old(er) people, they’ve had a few “kersplat” moments of their own.
Happy Monday!
I can’t say enough good things about this movie, I LOVED it! The cast was incredible, the screenwriting was amazing, the cinematography was, as Judi Dench called it, “an assault on the senses.” It was full of memorable quotes, I want to see it again just to relive those quotes one more time.
As much as I disliked Hope Springs, I liked this movie. The actors were superb and it was so unique, the sites and sounds of India were so vivid, it transported me to another world.
What a wonderful adventure this was, not for everybody, but if you want to watch an excellent movie and experience a different culture, it’s a must see. And it’s so refreshing to see a movie cast with older people who look “normal.” No plastic surgery for these English actors, they have lived life and they show it, and it’s a beautiful thing.
They’re releasing it to DVD September 18th.
Here’s the synopsis:
A small group of British retirees learn that the life they want to live might not be the life they need to live after pooling their resources to spend their twilight years in a unique setting located in India. Upon arriving at the once-opulent Marigold Hotel, however, the eager pensioners come to realize that rumors of the building's restoration have been greatly exaggerated. But just when it starts to seem that the privileged seniors have been swindled out of their life savings, they summon the courage to sever their ties to the past, and embrace their new life with a sense of wonder and adventure. Tom Wilkinson, Maggie Smith, Judi Dench, Bill Nighy, and Dev Patel star in this uplifting comedy-drama from director John Madden (The Debt, Shakespeare in Love).
Read an interview with Judi Dench here.
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