Live Free or Die Hard

So I'm a sucker for Bruce Willis. This is one sexy man. And even dirty and covered in blood he makes my heart race. Add to hot, middle-aged sexiness of Mr. Willis the teddy bear cuteness of Kevin Smith and I was in heaven.

For the record, I was one of only three XXs in a theater full of XYs.

Of course this movie is over the top, and one sequence of stunts seemed excessive and a bit ridiculous, but what is a Die Hard movie if not excessive and a bit ridiculous. And there was a very bad cut-in of a mismatched stunt double. The double had long salt and pepper hair and a dark complexion. The actor he was doubling for was fair and blond.

Oh! and the Vulcan from Voyager was in it and I was constantly distracted looking for pointed ears.

All and all I enjoyed this one as much as the previous three. I really liked the relationship between John McClane and his daughter. And I found the premise quite frightening.

TMI Alert!!!!!!

I'm having a bad morning. My routine was somehow thrown off and I drove to work wondering if I had put on deodorant. Luckily, I keep some in my desk drawer. Also, I find myself wearing laundry day panties. I am completely miserable.

Can you say Adult ADD?

Lean Mean Thirteen

I waited a year for this book. It was soooo worth it. I love this series. Stephanie Plum rocks!

The good news is, she is developing, and growing. (Finally) And she is becoming a better bounty hunter. Especially since she couldn't get any worse. Joe Morelli and Ranger are still hot stuff. Grandma is still crazy, but she manages to pick up a man at the funeral home. The funniest scene in the book is when the boyfriend comes for dinner.

I'm No Stranger to the Rain...

Well, actually, I am these days. We've been suffering thru a drought. Nashville drivers are not the best in the world in good weather conditions, but we've been having these summer storms and, well, it get bad. So while I was stuck in the parking lot knowns as I-40 last week because there had been water on the road, this line from an old country song came to mind. I could hear it in my head, but for the life of me couldn't remember who sang it.

I love the internet! Here are the lyrics to an incredible song. If you've never heard it, it has a rolling melody and Keith Whitley was a marvelous baritone, taking the deep notes and rising with ease.

I'm no stranger to the rain.....Keith Whitley
i'm no stranger to the rain
i'm a friend of thunder, friend is it any wonder
lightning strikes me....

i've fought with the devil
got down on his level, but i never gave in
so he gave up on me....

i'm no stranger to the rain
i can spot bad weather, and i'm good at finding shelter
in a downpour....

i've been sacrificed by brothers
crucified by lovers, but through it all
i've lived through the pain.....i'm no stranger to the rain

when i get that foggy feeling, when i'm feeling down,
if i don't keep my head i may drown....
but it's hard to keep believing, i'll even come out even,
while the rain beats a hole in the ground,
and tonight, it's really coming down.......

i'm no stranger to the rain
but there'll always be tomorrow, and i'll beg or steal or borrow
a little sunshine.....

but i'll put this cloud behind me
that's how the Man designed me
ride the wind and dance in a hurricane.....

So the next time you hear thunder rolling outside, think of this.

Thursday, Thursday, Thursday

I've got to put down books, turn off the tv, and get some things done. I just have to. But my new Janet Evanovich, Lean Mean Thirteen, is sitting on my doorstep waiting on me. Oh my!

In other good new, Mom is doing very well. She has even been conversational, lately.

If you could see me, you would see me doing a happy dance!

Sad news---I didn't win the lottery last night. Sigh.

My Last Nerve!

I have a co-worker who can find my last nerve...without fail. Little things and big things, but mostly little things.

We have assigned lunch times because our phones are to be covered at all times. My scheduled lunch is 12:00, hers is 12:30. Every time I got up to go to lunch, she was at the counter preparing her lunch. So I switched times with her. So one day I was working another girl's shift and got up to take her 11:30 lunch and, you guessed, there was Lynne. At the counter. Making lunch.

That's right. She doesn't bring a Lean Cuisine or a can of chili or a sandwich or leftovers from home. Nope. She brings a head of lettuce, a loaf of bread, a cucumber, a bottle of dressing, a package of lunch meat, a jar of mayo, and a 2 liter drink. She procedes to make a salad or make a sandwich, fill a cup with ice, and pour a drink. Then she stuffs it all into the refridgerator shared by 40 people!

Even worse, when she is done, the dirty dish will sit on her desk for hours...and hours...getting more and more disgusting.

Then there is the way she starts a conversation in the middle of a paragraph. I'll be quietly doing my work and she will suddenly come out with something like, "Those crazy boys in Columbia. Wow!" And she will expect me to respond.

The problems with this are:
a) What the heck is she talking about?!
b) I spend my day on the phone. I wear a headset. 98% of the time, I'm on the phone.
C) I've lost hearing in one ear and I have a headset on the other. I CAN'T HEAR!

It makes me crazy. And today, I'm crazier than usual!

A Review

Greek Food

My girlfriends and I went to eat at greek restaurant Friday night. I enjoyed the food, but I'm afraid my friends didn't. But we were all highly entertained watching the participants in the drag show across the street arrive.

Then I was up @ 3:30 Saturday morning and couldn't sleep. I did a load of laundry, read, showered, packed, and was on the road by 6 to visit my folks.

Much Improved

It's true! My mom was eating, drinking, and lucid most of the day Saturday and Sunday. She's been taking laps around the house using a walker.

I was at their house by 9:30 Saturday morning and began cooking. First I made mashed potatoes for a shepherds pie. Then I made a sugar free Strawberry pie. Then I made the shepherds pie. Then I baked chicken breasts. Then I ate lunch.

And then I made creamy chicken noodle soup.

Sunday I cooked a pork roast that I served with peas and tomatoes and fried squash from the garden. Then I cleaned the kitchen, did some laundry, and headed home.

Do I need to tell you I was tired by the time I got home Sunday night?

Big Sexy Hair

I use a particular hair product. It is in a can approximately 15" tall and 3" in diameter and red. The name of the product is prominently displayed...BIG SEXY HAIR ROOT PUMP.

That's not embarrassing.

Tonight is book group...mystery. I liked the book but can't remember much about it now.

My cat is doing some crazy things now. I think I've been away from home too much lately, because when I put on my cologne in the mornings, she starts crying and rubbing my legs. I spray a light mist in her direction and it seems to make her happy. My theory is that she likes smelling like me.

But I could be wrong....wouldn't be the first time.

IN REVIEW

Knocked Up

Was not as good as it could have been. It had a few laughs, but was mostly guy humor. A guys version of pregnancy and childbirth. Gross stuff. Guy stuff.

Visiting My Parents

It was tough. Mom was very disoriented on Saturday. She kept asking for her mother (died in 1949), for her brother (dead for 3 years), and her older sister (died 10 years ago). She would ask where Dad was when he was standing in front of her.

Yesterday was far better, as was today. However, she is not urinating and I fear she is going thru renal shut-down. Today she ate better than she has and had visits from the home health nurse and the nurses aid.

Dad has asked me to move back. We had a long talk about it. I cried. He cried. My sister cried when she heard. It brought home to us just how ill Mom really is. I think I had made up my mind before I went for this visit, but it still hurts. I'm now job-hunting. Again.

On a happier note, two books that I've been waiting on finally came in. I plan on reading Alibi Man by Tami Hoag after Hell's Kitchen.

TV Cooking Competitions

Last nite I watched The Next Food Network Star. I think I liked this group. Hell's Kitchen is on now. Why do I love this show so much? Gordon Ramsey is loud, obnoxious, foul-mouthed and abusive. The contestants are whiney. Oh! I know. Scott Liebfried. Unfortunately, there is not enought Scott Liebfried.

I must see who goes home tonight and then curl up with a good book.