Let’s get serious for a moment….

I’ve read the reports today about Shawn King’s apparent suicide attempt, and I feel really sorry for the lady.  Despite fame, talent, money, and beauty, she bleeds like everyone else.  I think sometimes we tend to think that celebrities lead a charmed life, but they don’t.

If, what we read is true, and she has been despondent for several years because of her husband’s alleged affair with her sister, what an awful price she is paying.  She has her own transgressions, but regardless, no man is worth ending your life over.  She has young boys to raise, how sad that this illness is depriving them of their mother.

I read recently that suicide is a permanent fix to a temporary problem.  Everything passes with time, I hope she gets the help she so desperately needs, it’s so sad.

Here she is with Willy Nelson, this is one of my very favorite videos, I love it at the end when she kisses him on the forehead…

 

A little nostalgia for you this morning….

Livin’ the country life…

Cuppycake….

I actually remembered to take my camera yesterday…

Maggie, Moo, she’s always got her nose in something…

What a class act…

Rediscovering soap…

These soaps bring back so many memories for me.  Mother’s sister, Mae, always had Dial soap in her bathroom, attached to her sink with one of those little rubber grippers.  I don’t know if I was more fascinated with the soap or the gripper. To this day I always think of her when I smell gold Dial soap. 

My Grandma Short always had Dove soap in her kitchen.   I remember distinctly how much I disliked the smell as a child, but now I love it.

I’ve blogged about Safeguard before, and how I remember when it first came on the market.  Egads, that was a long time ago.  Oh, the smell of it, one sniff and I’m right back to being a teenager again.  Well, not exactly, but you know what I mean.

Irish Spring reminds me of my twenties.  I loved that fresh, clean scent, it was the soap of choice in the 70’s for me.

In this day of body washes, soap, at least in our household, seems to have fallen by the wayside.  I picked up a couple of bars the other day, Dial and Irish Spring, just for old time’s sake.  Maybe you should, too.  I bet it would trigger a lot of memories for you, also.

There is nothing like a good chick flick…

Every movie can’t be academy award material.  Sometimes the critics are really harsh, especially when it comes to comedies/girl movies, and more so if the reviewer is a man.  But last night I saw Letters to Juliet, and it was a total delight.  A bit slow in the beginning, but it found it’s groove and it was so much fun.  A lot of it was filmed in Tuscany, the scenery was breathtaking, it was like going on a mini-vacation.  It reminded me of a good Harlequin Romance, just a movie instead of a read.

So if you’re bored this summer, and it’s still on, give it a watch.  Vanessa Redgrave is just lovely, there is an “older” man that is totally “hot” and Amanda Seyfried is one of my favorite young actresses. She’s so fresh faced, so wholesome looking, which is nice for a change, and she’s a great little actress, too.

It was a fun escape, give it a try.  ~ jan

How do you feel about wearing sleeveless shirts?

If you’re reading this today and you’re over fifty, I have a little poll for you.  It’s about wearing sleeveless tops this summer.

Do you dare?  Are you brave enough to let those bat wings flap in the breeze.  Or maybe you’re one of the rare ones who doesn’t have them. 

Personally, I just can’t do it.  Oh, I would love to, though, on a hot summer day, but I just can’t bring myself to expose all that Jello.  What about you?  There is a little poll in the right sidebar underneath the BlogHer ad.  Take a minute, tell us what you do.  It’s totally anonymous, of course…

~ Jan

Here comes Peter Cottontail…

Earlier this week, I went with a neighbor to take her dog to the vet.  We went to my vet, Dr. Wagner, who has her practice in a little red barn behind her house on a secluded wooded lot.  It’s all very Norman Rockwell, no computers in your face you when you walk in, no receptionist, just her assistant, in this quaint little barn, and it’s totally charming.

She’s the most accessible woman, she takes time for you, cuddles the dogs, she’s just a really nurturing person.

As we were getting ready to leave, I’m sitting on this bench in her waiting room, she had come out of the examining room with us and was chatting, and out of the corner of my eye I see this white cat.  Wait, it’s not a cat, it’s a rabbit!

This white bunny was hopping around her office.  It was just the cutest thing, ever.  Can’t you just picture going to visit the vet and seeing a rabbit peeking around the corner at you.  Animals are just the best, aren’t they?  They never fail to make me smile.  It’s good to share your life with one, or two.  They give you far more than they take from you, and always make you smile, every single day…

I snapped a few pictures of my summer garden for you…

Rue McClanahan, dead at 76 – we lost another great one…

 

We should all strive to do this today, and EVERY day…

"May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly
where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities
that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that
you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May
you be content with yourself just the way you are. Let this knowledge
settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance,
praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us."

She’s growing up TOO fast….

Oh Law-dee, do I have summer desserts for you....

I just posted a new featured recipe on Jan CAN Cook for Frozen Hawaiian Pie and several other cool summer desserts.  Click thru and check them out ~ jan

Note:  Also look at the Creamy Lemonade Pie in the archives.  I made this last summer, everybody loved it.  Lindsay made it for her mother last month, it’s a great recipe.

Oh dear….

Hubby and I were out and about this morning. We went to breakfast, ran a lot of errands, he stood in a lot of lines.  He was loading the car with groceries, I was standing behind him, and saw the tag on his shirt.  Oh dear, he had it on wrong side out.  And he went in many stores that way.

This is to be expected of me, I’ve done this kind of thing for years, but him, not so much.  Oh well, he is going to be sixty-five this summer.  He’s still far ahead of me though.  I swear any sense I ever had has left the building. 

Abby Leigh, just a summer day…

Sex and The City 2

Oh, it was a stinker of a movie, ladies.  The critics were right on with this one.  The acting was bad, bad, bad, especially Charlotte, who overacted to the point that it was embarrassing.  The clothes were to die for, as usual, amazing jewelry, great bags and the heels were unbelievably high, but let’s cut to the chase, I know what you all are interested in.  How did they look?

Well, they were all trim and slim, all of them were really toned, but let’s face it, they, like the rest of us are getting older.  I thought Samantha looked better than any of them, and she’s the oldest.  Age showing around the eyes, the face is softer, but she looked amazing for a fifty something woman  Her body is still killer.  Carrie, however, didn’t fare so welll, in my opinion.  She still wears clothes like a hangar, the woman oozes style, no doubt about it, but she is so thin that her face looks really haggard.  Ouch, this sounds really catty, but I’m just being honest.

And Charlotte and Miranda.  Well, Charlotte isn’t so fresh looking anymore, her dewy skin is long gone, Miranda had a great haircut, she was never a beauty, but she’s working what she has.  They all looked like they were Botoxed to the hilt, but at least they didn’t have fish lips, no collagen, thank goodness.  What I did notice was that they had great makeup, especially the blusher, all of them.  Now that was good!

Sad to say, I think it’s either time for them to hang it up, or move on to something more age appropriate with their storyline.  Awful movie, I would wait until it comes to Red Box to watch it, even the gorgeous clothes weren’t enough to make up for a non-existing plot line and all those pregnant pauses, it was actually uncomfortable sometimes, their lack of dialogue.  They could have done so much better…

Rona Barrett, here, reviewing from Hollywood Heavensville…