I love desserts. I come from a family of dessert lovers. Nana’s coconut cake and fruit salad, Aunt Dorothy’s pineapple upsidedown cake, and Mama’s pumpkin pie were staples of family get togethers and holidays.
Today, Thanksgiving or Christmas without my mother-in-law’s sweet potato bread would be devastating, and I still can’t function during the holidays without pumpkin AND apple pie.
I have such wonderful, comforting memories with cake AND pie that I’d never be able to choose a favorite. What I eat depends on what I’m in the mood for, where I am, what season it is, and what’s available to me at the time it’s to be consumed. Which reminds me, there’s a key lime tart in the fridge. Well, gotta bounce!
The first movie I ever saw that was adapted from a book was the 1995 adaptation of The Scarlet Letter starring Demi Moore and Gary Oldman. I left the movie theatre completely disgusted—and not just because Gary Oldman is the ugliest man alive.
I adored that book. ADORED IT. How could anyone dare rewrite such a perfect story? If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Especially if, by “fix”, you mean “completely ruin”. It was so ridiculously horrible that it won a Golden Raspberry Award for Worst Remake or Sequel and was nominated for Worst Actress, Worst Director, Worst Picture, Worst Screen Couple (Which one? They were both TERRIBLE.), Worst Screenplay and Worst Supporting Actor.
I have spent my entire life scoffing at movies adapted from novels and Demi Moore, Robert Duvall, and Gary Oldham are to blame. The only silver lining in my “Books Made into Movies are Shite” cloud is that no book adaptation will ever be that bad. EVER.
Best summertime sound? Waves. Before our vacation this summer, I thought there was no way that the sound of a lake could possibly be as soothing as the ocean. I was wrong. Very, very wrong.
We spent a week on Cross Lake in Cato, NY. Just listening to the waves lap up on the shore and hit the docks was enough to make me want to move there (although I’d die of hypothermia in winter because there is no heat or insulation at camp). The waves on the lake were much more subtle, but it was just enough that you could hear them in the background all the time. It was the perfect soundtrack to my summer, and I can’t wait to hear them again next year.
I live in the South. We have about 6 weeks a year when it is actually bearable to be outdoors. It’s either ridiculously hot or just plain cold. Humidity is a horrible thing in the summer as well as the winter.
About a year ago, the woman who owns the dance studio in our little hamlet started a zumba class. I had seen the infomercial (all those high energy, really skinny, toned and tanned ladies and gentlemen making it look really simple) and was pretty skeptical. I mean, I hadn’t ever exercised like that in my life. I was a smoker, a drinker, an eater of really fatty, fried foods; in other words, I generally loved living my completely unhealthy lifestyle.
I was hooked after the first class. It was actually fun. I got to hang out in a room with a bunch of women who I adore (colorful, eclectic group, those ladies) and dance to popular music that I love. It took a few classes to get the routine down, but after that it was smooth sailing (unless you count the fact that I could barely breathe after it was over).
Once I quit smoking and learned that not eating crap and drinking Cherry Cokes all day before class was a terrible idea, it just got easier. And I loved it even more.
I fractured my foot recently and haven’t been able to attend in a few weeks, but I’m aching to get back to the fun. I hear my instructor has added a few new songs and I’m excited to learn them. I never thought I would enjoy exercise as much as I enjoy zumba.
And the best part? I get to exercise in AIR CONDITIONING in the months when the heat index is 115. That alone it worth the cost of the class. If you live in the South, you know how wonderful that is.
Going away means packing, and packing means luggage. Luggage is called luggage because you have lug it around after you. Big, heavy, boring. Choosing the right luggage for you trip is an important thing. You could rely on considerations such practical considerations as size and whether you can carry it by yourself. That, or you could just go for something totally awesome…[read more]
Is it a boot? A pump? A peep toe? I don’t know, but I’ll tell you this. It’s either cool enough for boots or hot enough for a peep toe. In the South, it ain’t ever both at the same time, and if I ever see you wearing these ugly ass shoes in the Dirty Dirty, I’ll rip one off your foot and beat you with it.
I just wrote a nice little blog on the mascot issue at Ole Miss. As I typed the last sentence, the computer froze up and eventually shut itself down, erasing the ENTIRE post. Must. Get. Newer. Laptop. SOON.