When Lily’s fur has gotten a little long He-weasel and I call her Scrappydoo. To us she is at her cutest and most alluring when her appearance inspires that nickname. So, I was more than a little flattered that a bevy of beautiful bloggers think I am scrappy. The Daily Conneseur, Tale Peddler and Little Ms. J all awarded me the Honest Scrap award and I couldn’t be happier.
As part of my duties of being Ms. Scrappydoo December 1, 2009 is that I have to share ten honest things about myself and then pass this lovely award on to ten other bloggers who bring honesty and scrappiness to the blogosphere.
Here I go:
1. I have watched Wonder Boys well over 25 times this year. It for sure is my most watched movie of 2009. I am not at all sure why I seem to be in a repetition compulsion with this film other than I may be trying to will for myself the happy ending that Micheal Douglas has in this film. A gorgeous house in the country, a baby, a teaching job in a writing department, and writing a book that will win a Pen Award. I think I have watched it so much that I could recite it on demand. I could rent myself out at Blockbuster.
2. Botox makes me very happy—jump up and down and stare at my forehead in amazement kind of happy. Really, I am a person who likes to see results and nothing gives me instant and effortless results like Botox. The wrinkles and lines are there and then they are not. I love you, Botox. Botox, I love you so much I would marry you—that is if California allowed polygamy. I would be Mrs. La Belette Rouge Weasel-Botox. That is a lot to fit on a monogram.
3. I am terrified I will not pass my MFT exam. I feel like I haven’t studied enough and that when I go into the test center I will choke, panic and fail. In an attempt to counter my failure fantasy I think of a nincompoop who was in my graduate school class and who passed this test—if he can pass I can pass. December 19th is my test date. Wish me luck.
4. Something about being with my mother for longer than an hour turns off my heart. For 24-48 hours after seeing her I feel nothing for nobody. Really. Nothing. I am like Spock. It is as if being with her gives me a heartectomy. I can’t even feel love for He-weasel. It is always scary when it happens. Happily, my heart always comes back—at least so far it has.
5. In the last couple of weeks several people have, without provocation, named my style as “Classic with a twist” or “Classic with a sense of humour”. Every time it happens I felt an enormous sense of joy. The joy went way beyond what one would expect to feel at someone naming your style. I guess that the real happiness comes from the feeling of being seen. I so often feel invisible that when people in my life actually see me I feel happily surprised.
6. I am sure that one day I will meet Bill Clinton. I am not sure how, why, when or where. But, I am sure it will happen.
7. Grey hair and lines that require Botox are not the most annoying parts of aging. I am finding that the bizarre skin tabs that I am growing are. Anyone have any suggestions on how I can get rid of these dermal irregularities that seem to have invaded the back of my knees at the same speed that mini-malls invaded the streets of L.A.?
8. I judge people harshly who eat cranberries in a can. I place cranberry jelly eaters in the same category as eaters of Miracle Whip and that it is not a good category. It is He-weasel’s unpardonable sin that he will not eat cranberries unless they come in a can and have lines on them. I try to shame him into eating less processed cranberries, so far nothing has worked.
9. I am terrified of snakes yet this is my favorite poem.
10. I hate surprises and He-weasel LOVES surprises. This, as you can imagine, creates some conflict. It just came to me the other night when I was watching Mad Men why I hate surprises as I do. Don was talking to his daughter about the new baby. They had both thought that the baby was going to be a girl. Don says, “Not all surprises are bad.” As soon as I heard him say it I realized that I believed just the opposite. The overt message I got from my family is that the unexpected is always bad.
The ten Scrappytastic bloggers I am sharing this award with are:
1. Jeniffer at Writing to Survive who writes a blog that is the kind of writing I would pay money for. If only I were an agent or a publisher.
2. Utah Savage who is writing a novel that I cannot wait to read and who writes a blog thats honesty inspires and emboldens me.
3. Maggie May of “Flux Capacitor” who is the kind of blogger that this award was invented for.
4. Kayleigh the Brave of Fashionably Later. She is undoubtedly the bravest and most courageous blogger I have the privilege to know. Your courage, dear you, inspires me.
5. Stephanie Baffone who is my soul sister in so many ways. We are both childless not by choice, writers and therapists who blog. What are the odds?
6. Indigo Alison whose honesty inspires me to dare to say it like it is. She writes with unflinching honesty about her work, her daughters, her relationship and desires—and she is an amazing photographer.
7. Sal of Already Pretty who writes absolutely honestly about her relationship with her body and wardrobe.
8. Cheryl de los Reyes Cruz I love reading about her inner and outer life, creative process and her life in San Francisco.
9. David at SparkleMirrorwho is both scrappy and sparkly.
10. Hammie at Hammiesblog writes honestly about her life as a mother of children with autism. To be honest, that is not a subject that I would usually be interested in but she writes so honestly that she got me hooked.
I do so agree – surprises are scary.
Wishing you luck for the 19th x
Belette – I thought you might be interested to know that Morrisey was on Desert Island Discs on BBC Radio 4 at the weekend. The show is available as a podcast now if you would like to hear it – I missed it and will be downloading it later. Go to http://www.bbc.co.uk/podcasts/radio4/ and the programme you want is Desert Island Discs with Kirsty Young.
Unfortunately, all you can do about the skin tags is to cut them off. I have them too, and they SUCK. You can either go to a doctor to get it done, or do it yourself.
Also! Good luck on you exam. You will do fantastically on it, as you always do.
Now I will have to watch Wonder Boys. And I have complete faith in you that you WILL pass that exam. From what I've read here, you have what it takes girl!
PS I eat Cranberry sauce….jelly kind
Ooooh, classic with a twist! No wonder you were delighted.
Thank you so much for passing this award along to me, beautiful! I have been dreadful about memes, but will do my best to respond and soon …
Completely Alienne: Thank you!!!! I love hearing him talk and this is a fantastic interview.
Jan: Thank you for the luck. I need it.
Gillian: Thanks. I have been lucky to do well in the past. I hope this time I am equally lucky.
I wish I could get a do it yourself laser kit. Yet I couldn't be trusted not to go to far and laser my skin off.;-)
Sher: Please forgive my foodie intolerance. It is not one of my finer attributes.;-)
Sal: You are most welcome. No pressure. I am the worst ever when it comes to memes, so I understand.
I'm pretty sure I am supposed to live next door to you someday. You're like the neighbor and friend I've always dreamed about having. We could walk our Lilies together and solve all of our problems. Excellent scrap!
Margo: I love your vision— it sounds wonderful. Is the house next door for sale?;-)Lily and I will be right over.
Hello Belette!
1. I have been meaning to see Wonder Boys since being introduced to it some time ago (was it through you!?)
2. Wrinkles and lines actually disappear? I gotta look into this!
3. You need to see a therapist about this anxiety…
4. Another thing you need therapy for… At least you don't feel intense guilt like I do (but mine only lasts about 6 or 7 hours)
5. I seeeeeee yoooooooou (in sing-songy manner)
6. Somebody should warn He-Weasel
7. Hah, someone else who is willing to admit to having these! Depriving them of blood-flow works… double-tie small string tightly to the base, and after a few days they will simply fall off. This is safer than cutting (no chance of infection).
Ewwwwwwww
8. Craisins are the best
9. Couldn't get any more Freudian than that… or is that just my projection.
10. Totally depends on the impact of the surprise, I suppose.
11. Thanks for the forward and mention!
David
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PS — about the exam anxiety… I've long since graduated ('91), and still my number one bad dream/nightmare is based on showing up for a final and realizing that I haven't been to class for months (which never happened in real life, by the way).
TERRIFYING!
Maybe I need therapy.
You will pass! I've finished my dissertation and will hand in on Thursday. I will storing up all my goodwill thoughts for you.
Skin tags can be removed with electrolysis.
I hate snakes too but DH Lawrence's Snake is one of my fav poems too.
LOL ref botox.
I eat canned cranberry sauce! I'm not kidding! What are we going to do about this? I like the lines the can leaves on the sauce and the way it goes "BLOOP!" when it comes out of the can.
You should know that I am such a devoted fan of your blog that I set my canned cranberries and Miracle Whip down just to leave this comment.
*SparkleMirror* Kiln-Fired Art Studio:
1.See it and thank me later.
2. Gone. Magic.
3. I am going to look into the mirror.
4. Guilt? What is that?;-)
5. It is nice to be seen.
6. He-Weasel knows of my Clinton love. He is not afraid as people say I look like Monica Lewinsky. He thinks the similarity will put Bill off.;-)
7. Mine are more flat. Weird, huh?
8. I go for orange cranberry relish.
9. And, as synchronicity would have it, my mother gave me my snake fear.
10. I get anxious as soon as I hear the word "surprise".
11. You are welcome!:-)
WendyB: OMG! I am so in for it. He-weasel is going to love this. He is going to do a canned cranberry dance of joy. He will forever more have proof that canned cranberry sauce is respectable and eaten by "normal" people. I am so in for it.;-) You have made him a VERY happy man.
***I am having trouble with Blogger. Blogger is losing comments that I am trying to moderate, so I am cutting and pasting in a few comments. I am taking off comment moderation for today until Blogger fixes this bug.
Anna Lefler has left a new comment on your post "Scrappydoo":
You should know that I am such a devoted fan of your blog that I set my canned cranberries and Miracle Whip down just to leave this comment.
Make Do Style has left a new comment on your post "Scrappydoo":
You will pass! I've finished my dissertation and will hand in on Thursday. I will storing up all my goodwill thoughts for you.
Skin tags can be removed with electrolysis.
I hate snakes too but DH Lawrence's Snake is one of my fav poems too.
LOL ref botox.
I am convinced that Bill Clinton (also) eats cranberries from a can. With lines. Hillary, I'm fairly certain, does not. Wellesley, after all.
There are, however, exceptions.
As for married-to-the-Botox, it's surely preferable to married-to-the-mob. Perhaps you simply need to monogram your new moniker on wider towels? The bath sheets? That would work, wouldn't it?
BLW
Anna Lefler : The sacrifices you make for me are duly noted.
I am honoured. Now go back to your cranberry jelly and Miracle Whip sandwich.
Make Do Style: Congratulations!!!! I am so excited for you. Thanks for storing up the good luck for me. I really need it.
Mine are flat, they are like skin mountains. Can they be removed by electrolysis?
Lawrence was such a good writer that he could make snakes seem sympathetic.
I really like Wonder Boys too, though I usually avoid films about lit professors like the plague! (Oh, that dreadful one with SJP playing a physician!)
BLW : Between you and WendyB my "canned cranberry jelly is low brow" argument is going out the window.;-)
You, my friend, are wise. When your initials are too long get a bath sheet. Those are words to live by.
What is this world coming to when there is a post about Lily with no Lily picture?!
I don't like surprises either. I make people tell me the ending of the movie so I can decide if I want to stay and watch it or not.
Congratulations Ms. Scrappydoo! Best of luck to you on the 19th. My grandma used to wind a long hair around skin tag tighter and tighter and then yank it off. It might hurt, though.
Miss Cavendish: I too often can't abide movies about professors. I couldn't stand Julia Roberts in Mona Lisa Smiles or even Robin Williams in Dead Poets. Strangely, I like Michael Cain in Educating Rita even though he would have never won profesor of the year.
Amy: I fixed it. The post is no longer Lily free. There is a picture just for you.
Angie: Good tip. Sadly my skintags are mutant mounds(pretty,huh?) and hence I can't get at them. My dermatologist just huffs when I complain about them. Maybe I need a new dermatologist.
Can you believe that I've never seen Wonder Boys? I love Chabon's writing, always always wanted to be a professor, and would love to teach creative writing.
Then again, maybe that's why I haven't seen it.
If you are like me you are worried about passing but over-prepared – keep being over-prepared (but don't abuse yourself) and you will be fine and very relieved. I told myself the same thing about the bar (if that yahoo could pass I can) and ended up passing by way too many extra points.
Marla
Marla:Oh, you have to see it.I think you would really like it. See it and let me know if you do.
I am over-preparing. I am studying at least 2-4 hours a day. I have taken two prep courses and I am taking a treatment planning class this weekend. I am scoring about 80% on the practice tests. My goal is to get to 85% before I take the test. Not passing is not an option.
Miss Belette-THANK YOU! Soul sisters indeed. Oh yes indeed and this post is further evidence that is so.
1) Cranberry "sauce" out of a can is like eating hamburger helper-you just don't do it. I for one only make homemade cranberry sauce-with added lemon and orange zest. He-weasel is lucky you can look past such an egregious sin.
2) Scooby Do was the only cartoon I ever liked. Scrappydoo was even cuter than Scooby. Need I say more?
3) You've talked me into Botox. My full name would then be Stephanie Ann Margaret Mary DiCerbo Baffone Botox. That's SAMMDBB hmmm…I like that.
4) I am sorry your Mom is so toxic to you. Mom's should never be toxic to their children. You have risen above this tragedy with admirable grace. I applaud you.
Love, your soul-sister,
Steph xo
A little Lawrence is always good. Question #1: what if canned cranberry is the only option, say, if we are visiting relations?
Question #2: since this award is honest scrap, will you be opening a junkyard any time soon? It would no doubt be the classiest and least greasy of all junkyards.
Good morning LBR…Nothing like really knowing your likes and dislikes. If I may comment, I did go to Bill Clinton's inaugural, those days I lived in DC. And sadly, I eat cranberries in whatever form they exist, can, no can, dry, juice. I too love the stripes on the jelly, and my husband laughs at me when I tell him that it is so pretty. ha ha
I now have a list of other blogs to check so I must go.
Good luck with your studies…
xx
PS- lilly looks gorgeous
Stephanie:I am endlessly amazed by all we have in common.
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1) Thank you!!!!! You clearly get it.
2) Lily in Scrappydoo mode is about the cutest thing ever. When she is scrappy I can't stop talking baby talk to her. It can be a little much.
Yogi was my favorite. I was also a big fan of Snagglepuss.
3) If you marry Botox then we will be Botox sisters too!
4) Thank you.:-)
Randal:Answer #1: Then bring your own cranberries.
Answer #2: Non. Je ne suis pas Sanford et fils.
MrsLittleJeans: I do know what I like and what I don't and initially that is what my blog was going to be about. I guess it kind of is.
Lucky! Did you meet Bill??? I wish I could have gone. I am a big fan of Bill.
I still love you no matter what kind of cranberries you eat.
Thanks for the Lily love and the luck.:-)
thankyou, Thankyou for sharing the way my mother makes me and my 3 sisters feel. A heartectomy is perfect.
Thankyou for the poem. I am terrified of snakes too, whether by soul memory or practicality (grew up in Western Suburbs of Melbourne with large population of Tiger Snakes displaced by track housing) and thankyou for the small bit of beauty in it.
My Dad would kill anything that moved – they were all poisonous. Only when I became a parent did I really understand it.
And thankyou for honoring our blog. Of course I it's Mr Hammie's post that is honored as he has been blogging for all of ten minutes but is already better at it than me.
xx
Oh, I love your writing and your sense of humor (and am glad that I am not one of those canned cranberries eaters, though I will eat them in a pinch). You are also making me think about Botox in a happy way …
Thank you, too, for passing on this award and saying such wonderful things about my writing. It's this kind of stuff that keeps me going. And it's fun, too, to come up with ten things.
I'll also be thinking really good thoughts for your MFT exam on December 19.
Hammie: You are most welcome. I am so sorry you know what a heartectomy is. No one should know it. It is a horrible condition but happily for us it isn't permanent.
I am so afraid of snakes that I am afraid of Australia. My kind of country is Ireland, snakeless thanks to St. Pat. Yet,Lawrence's poem made me see that our fears can have a value—that in another light there is something beautiful about them( as long as they are metaphorical and not literal).
Mr. Hammie is a fine blogger but I will have you know that it is you that I have named Ms. Scrappydoo Dec. 1, 2009 and not him.;-)
Jennifer: Thank you. And, I would still love you and your writing even if you ate canned cranberries.
You are a wonderful writer and I know that someday I will say I knew you when.
Thanks for the good thoughts. I will wrap myself in them when anxiety overtakes me.
How in the world do you have time to watch so many movies,series and movies all over again? Are you sure you get enough sleep; )? Speaking of mothers, I just had to take a drink or two to be able to meet mine. Afterwards, I had a couple more. She died approx. a year ago. I have not had alcohol since that, honest!
Metscan: What is this sleep thing you speak of? Is that what happens to most people at the end of the day? No, insomnia gives me plenty of time to rewatch movies.
And, I feel for you. I wish I could drink more around my mother but because she is a drinker I find it difficult to drink in her presence. It might be for the best.
I am sorry for the loss of your mother and happy you no longer need a drink.(((Hugs)))
1. OMG I despised Julia Roberts in Mona Lisa Smile, and was none to happy with Robin Williams either so perhaps I really need to move Wonder Boys to the top of the Queue!
2. Really? Gone?
3. I am convinced you will pass. I would worry more if you were super confident.
4. I am so sorry to hear this. I have recently come more to terms with my mother in a rational way, meaning I am more calm and detached. I am not convinced this is good as detachment can become very automaton-like.
5. "Classic with a twist". Wow! I am so jealous.
6. you can have him.
7. I think those have to be pulled off, cut off or somehow removed. I really hate them. I don't think I would mind the gray hair when it finally comes. Don't remind me I said that when I am desperate to get rid of it.
8. I used to love cranberries in a can. I think I had just never had good cranberries, so although I would say I prefer the good stuff I can admit to having a secret downscale fascination with the stuff. I do like the way the stuff goes plop on the plate.
9. no comment
10. Surprises are highly over-rated. I'm not sure they are all bad, but if not they are usually disappointing.
Belette, you should know by now that "normal" doesn't describe me. Neither does "borderline," hopefully. I'm somewhere in between. There may be a category just for canned cranberry eaters, now that I think of it.
Mardel:
1. Wasn't Julia awful?? Hated it. And, Robin was over the top. I think this is Michael Douglas' best film.
2. GONE.
3. Super confident is not my way.
4. I am moving closer to detached indifference. I do have to say that the two days after seeing her makes me feel numb and sort of dead. Not a great feeling.
5. I would have pegged you as a "Classic with a twist" style too. Yes?
6. Thanks.
7. Mine might be called something other than tags as they are like skin cells that build up like a hill on my legs. They might have another name.
8. He-weasel is going to love all these comments that are pro-canned cranberries.
9. D.H. Lawrence transcends words.
10. I hope soon that He-weasel learns to stop trying to surprise me.
WendyB: ROFLOL! I am going to petition to the editors of the DSM-V and ask them to put canned jelly cranberry eaters in as a diagnostic criteria. I see it more as a neurosis than a personality disorder, i.e. I believe one can recover from this condition with intensive therapy.
I loved reading this list of things about you. I've been behind in my blog reading and am so happy to be back here reading your writing. Good luck on the 19th.
p.s. I heart Scrappydoo.
Sallymandy: So lovely to see you. I have thought of you so often lately. I look forward to catching up. I hope there is a Westie post very soon on your blog. I heart your Westies!
Lily is adorable. I am not a cranberry in a can gal. hope you had a great thanksgiving! xoxo
Savvy: Thank you! I hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving. Lily and I both admire your excellent taste in eschewing canned cranberries.
isnt morrissey the best?
ratu:he is!!!!!!!!!
I like cooking cranberries because they're interesting to watch pop. Then I eat them – not so much on turkey but they're good with cheesecake and all by themselves.
Lily is lovely as Ms Scrappydoo and you will do fine on the 19th. I know you will.
Belette: I send you hugs too via internet ! As I probably already have written, the death of my mother was a great relief for her, as she talked about her hope to die for so many years. What I didn´t know, was the fact, that it was the greatest relief for me I have ever experienced. I was so lucky to go through my relationship with her while she still was alive, during my psychoanalysis and come to a conclusion. We were at least able to communicate, which earlier was impossible, so that when she died we were at some sort of peace. The analysis was so important for me, my mother herself had sessions of her own, but after every session she came home more puzzled than ever. One of the last things she said to me though was, that I would be free after her death. And that is SO true! I don´t feel sadness. I think that she did her best as a mother. I´m a bit surprised that I don´t feel any sorrow or hard feelings any more. I guess I feel free. I hope, that some day you too Belette will experience the same. xoxo
1. Nincompoop really is underused and I'm glad you brought it back.
2. This is totally gross, but you can starve a skin tag of blood and it will fall off. You have to tie thread around it until it tingles. The next day you tie another piece until it tingles again. After so many days of tingling it will turn black and fall off. I found Mr. J's in bed the other day. Try to get that out of your head.
3. Heartectomy. I'm so using that in the future.
4. Do you hear the crunchy corn flakes sound when you get the Botox in your forehead?
5. I love Lily.
Yeah I am officially flattered and that's the truth.
I am SNOWED under with marking and paper work but I assure you this is way more interesting. I like nothing better than a bit of self reflecting navel gazing.
#10, I like nice suprises but that is currently not waking up to a pool of dog piss. + was that a Mad Men spoiler?
#8 I judge people harshly full stop, so I think you are very generous to stop at cranberries in a can!
#9 I have held a snake and they are suprisingly rather lovely, until it made a break for my sleeve that is!
#6 When you meet him it will be arm in arm with me!
#4 care to swap mothers for a day?
#5 It is true a small comment such as this is food for the soul. Hold it, love it, nuture it, because according to my mother we become invisible after 50. Yep see #4!
Lovely Belette,
The other option for monogramming is of course on the assortment of foulards which those of us who are quasi-pseudo-semi French styled swathe ourselves in routinely. The elongated variety allows for plenty of letters, including an entire litany of quotations, stream-of-curse-sciousness, or anything else you please.
One does have to get creative at times. Besides, you can never have too many scarves. You might find yourself in a tryst with a cranberry jelly eater, and need to escape via the window. Scarf-rope down to the ground floor. It's been a helpful getaway for me, many-a-time, since the Flying Nun Habit fail.
(Thank you for your lovely comment yesterday. Much appreciated.)
BigLittleWolf
I love this post. For some reason, I feel oddly compelled to become you, or well, I really mean emulate you. To watch that movie, get Botox, visit my mother and recover. Not take that exam, but I, unlike you, would fail. I hope you know that you are a very likeable person. Sometimes the most likeable people are that way because they don't sense their own appeal.
Re: q. 2: I went to the dentist today and had some numbing. I experienced an irresistible urge for the rest of the morning to move those parts that had been numbed. Does this happen with Botox?
Thank you!! And how wonderful to have 9 other bloggers to now peruse.
xo
and Wonder Boys is one of my favorite novels AND movies ever, which never happens. Michael Douglas is perfection in that part and Frances McDormand…well let's say she's on my I've Got A Crush On…list for my blog.
December the 19th??? Just jotted that down on my beloved Moleskine notebook, just by the name of Placido Domingo… Always said to myself I was going to meet him eventually, you see…
I'm thinking of ways to celebrate your exam, for I know in my heart you are going to pass…
XXX
Susan:I have never had cranberries with cheesecake. It sounds heavenly. Must try!
Thank you for the kind Lily compliment and for your belief in me.:-)
metscan: I felt that exact relief you did when my father died. It changed my life. It allowed me to be the person I really was. I started writing, publishing and I went back to school. I would have never done that if he was still alive. I wonder who I will become when my mother passes. I really have no idea.
I can't thank you enough for sharing your experience with me. It means more to me than you can know. Thank you. More hugs to you.xoxo
Little Ms J :1.I want to make Nincompoop the hot word of 2010. Join my campaign.;-)
2. Gross and helpful. Sadly, my tags are flat. What to do?
3. Glad to expand your vocabulary.
4. It sounds like he is puncturing thick paper when he injects. It is kind of disturbing.
5. Me too.:-)
Little Ms. J: p.s. Thank you so much for this award!:-D
indigo16: Well, I am a big fan. I love your voice, your honesty, and your blog.
#10. Sorry. Is Mad Men a season behind in the UK?
#8. I judge too. I am just more comfortable admitting my cranberry judging.;-)
#9 . Ooooh!!!!!!!!!:-O
#6. As long as you don't charm him away from me. He's mine!
#4. The hell you know is better than the hell you don't. Isn't that how the saying goes.
#5 . I have been invisible for so long that it won't be much of an adjustment.
Big Little Wolf: I must look into a foulard. I like the idea of having a stream of consciousness diatribe around my neck. Where can I get such a thing?
I think the Oval Office is on the first floor. But, the scarf could be evidence of our affair. ( I would NEVER get it dry cleaned;-).
LPC: Thank you, dear you! I think you are much better off being lovely you.;-) That said, I do recommend you watch Wonder Boys. Botox if you like( I certainly do). I hope your mother doesn't require quite so much recovery time.
Truly, you are very-very kind and your comment has made my day. It is very true that I don't sense my own appeal. One of the questions I ask myself all the time is why the heck does my He-weasel love me. I think it is because I am a weasel and I tricked him. He claims there are other reasons( of which I will refrain from sharing.;-).
Thanks again, LPC.:-)
Miss Cavendish : No, with Botox you feel that you are moving your face around and then you look and you see that you are not.
Maggie May: You are most welcome.
And, I couldn't agree more about Michael and Frances. They are at their sparkley brightest in this film.
Lena: I LOVE that I am in your book. I will pass for sure now.
))) And, querida, hold on to your hat, I was on a plane with Placido. I was flying from DC to L.A. and he was two rows ahead of me in first class. I wish you had been there with me.
Thank you so much for the award! I love awards.
1. I love comfort movies. And as someone who put a 300 plus page novel away and is afraid to look at it again I definitely take comfort from this film.
2. Yes, thank goodness for Botox.
3. Everyone I know who worries this much about passing exams always passes their exams. So I know I don't need to wish you good luck but I will anyway. Good luck!!! With chocolate sprinkles on top.
4. Can you put your mother in a home? That's a mean thought. It's like you Botox your entire self against her. Hope you don't see her too often.
5. Classic with a twist, I like that! Mine is…I have no idea.
6. Me – the Galarie Arluduk in Paris. I will one day be in there, don't know how or when but I will be.
7. Sister has a really long one under her armpit. Every time I see it I want to take a pair of scissors and cut it off.
8. Never tried unprocessed cranberries sad to say.
9. I didn;t know D. H. Lawrence was a poet as well, either, sad to say.
10. Hmm, I like surprises only because I tend to fly by the seat of my pants which means I'm always hoping, desperately praying for or expecting the best. Good surprises are like finding change on the sidewalk. Bad ones another reason to berate myself.
Thanks again and good luck!
I know you wrote a lot of great stuff about movies and Botox and your mother here, but I can't get past the cute photo. I just can't.
Good Luck on Dec 19th I'm sending you all kinds of positive mojo. I know you will do great.
I have never seen the Wonder Boys, I have to put that in my netflix queue.
Another top quality post from you.
Getting ready to do this now La Belle – have my holiday head on see! xx