Sunday, August 29, 2010

The Other Guys

For our last 23rd date, the husband and I decided to go see a movie.  For once, our local theater was showing several that we wanted to see: Inception, Deception, Nanny McPhee Returns, and The Other Guys. Ah, choices. We decided to go with something light, silly, and fun. So, off we went to see the The Other Guys.  All we knew was that it was a farce about cop movies. But we were assured (well maybe the husband was more than me) that anything with Will Ferrell ought to be decently hilarious. We weren't wrong. There were several scenes that had us laughing out loud and long. I ask you, have you ever seen a movie with cops driving a red Prius in a car chase?

Ferrell and Wahlberg play two NYPD detectives, who mostly do paperwork. Ferrell's character, Allen Gamble, is happy about it, while Wahlberg's character, Terry Hoitz is furiously not. They are made fun of by the other detectives for not having done any heavy-shooting, car chasing detective work. Terry wants to know why Allen doesn't want to out on a case. Allen, who was once a forensic accountant, says that he has almost cracked the case on a guy who didn't get building permits for his scaffolding, and that guy has a lot of scaffolding around New York City.

The guy turns out to be a big-time financier who has been scamming his millionaire clients out of their money. He must somehow return a billion dollars to one of his clients or he is dead meat. From where he gets the money is really a shocker. At least, for me it was. It wasn't until the end of the movie, especially when we were sitting through the credits, that I realized that the movie was making a statement about white collar crime, Ponzi schemes, and outrageous corporate decisions and CEO salaries. Very sly and commendable of the director, writers, producers, and actors, and crew.

That's all I'm going to say about the movie, other than I'd see it again on DVD. Here's a taste of The Other Guys for you.

Saturday, August 28, 2010



Framed is this week's theme at PhotoHunt.

I love the sound of bells. These bells are part of the newer Catholic church in town. They look like they are for show only, but I could be wrong. I hope so.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

The Mama's Garden of Joy!

For this Wordless Wednesday and Outdoor Wednesday, I give you a look at the Mama's garden.

This is how the mama's garden looked in April of this year.

The mama's garden as of last week.
Can you see her at work?

The mama gave her first gourd of the season  to her friend.

The mama chops the banana plants back every winter.
By summer they are in full bloom again.

The Mama's sunflowers had to be over 12 feet tall,
three times taller than her.

Today, we celebrate the mama's first day of
starting another trip around the sun.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Cozy Mystery Challenge #4 Review

Chapter and Hearse by Lorna Barrett is the fourth title of the Booktown Mystery series. It's the first one I've read. I doubt I'll read any of the others. The protagonist, Tricia Miles, is the owner of a mystery bookstore in a small (fictional?) town in New Hampshire. That alone ought to be enough for me to enjoy the series. It's not. 

I don't care too much for Tricia. She doesn't have much confidence in herself, though she was much better about her worth by the end of the book. After all, her husband dumped her because he went off to Colorado to find himself. A reporter guy likes her, almost stalkingly. The police guy who likes her put their relationship on hold because he decided to care for his ex-wife who is being treated for cancer. To add to that, her older sister is a type A author, bookseller, and cook. So, Tricia does have a lot to get herself out from under. I'm just not curious to see how her life progresses in future books.

The plot? The bookstore across the street explodes. The owner is dead. The coppers suspect Tricia's sister's boyfriend, who is the landlord of the building. Tricia, the now professional snoop of the town, tries to prove otherwise. Her suspects include the dead man's elderly mom, who seems to be changing her lifestyle too quickly in Tricia's eyes, and the dead man's secret girlfriend, who works for Tricia's sister. Pshew, that was a mouthful. 

One of the interesting things about this New Hampshire town is that it is home to several independent bookstores and tour buses full of readers come to town to shop at the bookstores. I find that unbelievable even though I like the concept a lot. Maybe there is a place in the world like that. 

Another thing that I liked about this mystery were the recipes at the back of the book. Tricia doesn't cook, but her sister does. There's a pretty tasty-sounding recipe for lemon bars that I want to try. 

So, there you go. Three more books to read by September 30 for the Cozy Mystery Challenge. I think I may just make it. 

Monday, August 23, 2010

Whatever Will Be, Will Be

"Que sera, sera. . ."

The husband looked up from the Sunday comics.

"Whatever will be, will be. . ."

He looked down the hallway.

The mama had already wandered out of sight.

"That's the first time I heard her sing," said the husband.

"She's getting ready to sing tonight at the novena," I said, just as surprised as him.

"I don't think they'll be singing that song," he said.

"No," I said, "But they should."

Unfortunately, the mama didn't have the chance to sing. Her ride never came to take her to the second night of the novena of mourning for her friend. That's a Catholic Church ritual of praying that soothes the souls of the departed's loved ones. My definition.

Fortunately, the mama didn't seem to mind that she had been forgotten. She was probably relieved. She did not have to deal with the question that people seem compelled to ask her. How old are you?

It's not a question anyone should ask of an elderly person, particularly at a funeral or a novena for the dead. 

The mama has a ready answer for the question. I'm a 100 years old.

But on the first day of the novena, it turned out that her answer didn't stop people from asking further prodding questions like What do you eat? What do you do all day? Do you live alone? Do you color your hair?

The mama thinks it's rude of people to ask about her age. She has decided that she must come up with a better answer that would stop any further questions. 

I think she should just sing it.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Saturday Mumbling

I'm feeling lazy today. No, that's not true. If I really was lazy, I wouldn't even be writing this. Ha! More precise is this: I'm struggling with words today. If cartoon bubbles could surround my brain cells right now, they would say "puff, puff, puff, fizzzzzzle."

This morning a whole lot of sparrows were eating out of the feeders in the front yard today. My brain cells feel like how the sparrows looked as they scattered to the bushes, the fence, and the rooftops when a sharp noise spooked them. Seriously.

I sound like a loony tune right now, I know. By writing about it, I'm a loony tune with a spotlight on it. Hmmm, which reminds me of the Bugs Bunny cartoons on Saturday mornings. Do you remember how Bugs and Daffy Duck began the show by singing "This is It!" Don't recall it? Don't know it? Well, then, have a look-see and enjoy. As for me, I'm heading out to the farm stand for some fresh apples.  Maybe by the time I've come back, my brain cells will have settled down for some serious writing.

P.S. Yesterday, I finished my second training week of the 200 Sit-Ups Challenge.  Instead of sit-ups, I'm doing modified crunches. Whatever works, is my motto.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Another Wordless and Outdoor Wednesday

Clippity clop, clippity clop. Earlier this summer, the husband and I watched the  Horse Show and Rodeo parade that takes place in our town every year. While waiting for the parade to start, I aimed my camera at the sky. Snappity snap. This was my favorite shot.

If you'd like to see photos of the parade, clickity click here to be taken to my Take 25 to Hollister blog.

For more Wordless Wednesday photos by other grand bloggers, click here for a list of links. 

For photos by other bloggers participating in Outdoor Wednesday, click here.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

A New "Old" Milestone

I believe the husband and I reached another milestone yesterday.

We went to the grand opening of Vertigo Cafe in the next town over. We decided to drink our free coffee and eat our croissants on the patio. The husband went out with the coffee to grab the last free table, while I waited for the food. When I came out, he was standing next to the table. "There's only one chair," he said at the same time that I noticed why he had been standing.

"We can sit on the bench," he said. That was okay by me. I was in need of coffee and food to break my evening fast. Everything was registering very slow with me.

"Take my chair," said a voice behind me. I looked over at a young family. Two small children were perched on chairs. Dad was standing behind his son, and Mom was standing beside her chair.

"No, thank you," we said. "We can sit on the bench."

"You have a plate," the young mom said. "Besides, we are about to leave."

The husband and I and the young couple politely deferred back and forth. Then, I realized young Mom and Dad were standing their ground... in... respect... to... our... age.

I gave in.

"Thank you, you are too sweet," I said, and Dad (or was it Mom) brought the chair over.

It wasn't until after the family left, which was longer than when the young mom said "we are about to leave," that I leaned over to the husband and murmurred, "She gave me the chair because I am old."

"Do you think so?" the husband asked, with a look of surprise.

The husband and I tend to forget that we are "old." Mentally and emotionally, we don't feel "old." Physically, yeah. Creaky joints. Sore muscles. Greying hair, wrinkling faces. You get the picture. I guess the young couple noticed it, too.

I am amazed that I am now old enough to warrant a young person giving up her chair for me. I am also impressed that young people still do that act of kindness. (My gosh, I do sound old.) And, yes, I was and am grateful.

When I used to ride public transportation every day I would give up me seat to an elderly person. Sometimes the offer was accepted, and sometimes not. I'm glad to know that positive karma does come back around.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

PhotoHunt: Orange


This week, the PhotoHunt theme is orange. To see other photos, click here to tnchick's (our host) site.

What Came First:
The Color or The Fruit?

Friday, August 13, 2010

Cozy Mystery Challenge Book #3 Review

Today, I offer you, dear readers, a review of my third entry for the Cozy Mystery Challenge. Four more to go. Actually, I finished Corpse Suzette by G. A. McKevett about three weeks ago. The book has been sitting patiently on my table to be written about for over a week. How time flies!

Corpse Suzette is the 11th book of the Savannah Reid series. Savannah is a 40-ish ex-police officer who turned private eye many years ago. She is based in the fictional town of San Carmelita, which I think could be anywhere on the California central coast.  Originally from Georgia, Savannah loves cooking and eating yummy rich food (think Paula Deen) and is happy about her zaftig size. She has no problem getting around as she sleuths the traditional way. In contrast, Savannah's assistant is a slim, hyper health nut named Tammy, who is also a computer whiz.

Savannah's other sidekick is Sgt. Dirk Coulter, her ex-cop-partner who still serves on the local force. Because no one wants to work with him, Coulter often calls on Savannah to do surveillance with him on cases that she has an emotional stake. The love they have for each other is manifested through food. Coulter buys doughnuts and burgers for her; she makes homemade meals for him.

This adventure is about finding the missing owner and plastic surgeon, named Suzette, of a brand new la-di-dah spa in town. Is she really missing or just took off for a few days like she often does? Or, did her creep of a husband or his new love, the spa's publicity manager, kill her? Weaved through the plot are the issues that women have about weight and aging. The conflict of self-image is presented in Tammy's cousin who is visiting from the east coast. Unbeknownst to her, Tammy had won a makeover prize for her at the new spa, and of course she (the cousin) does not jump up with joy when told.

I've read a few other Savannah Reid stories, and will probably read others.  I like to imagine that if I was a gumshoe, I'd be feisty, smart, and levelheaded like Savannah.

Thanks for dropping by, dear readers. Want to check out new and different blogs with me? Head over to these blog hops: Follow Friday 40 and Over and/or Follow Me, Chickadee Fridays.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Wordless and Outside Wednesday

I like it when the husband drives. I hang out the car window, like a happy puppy, clicking away at the scenery. As we were driving home the other evening, the fog was starting to roll over the hills. Click!

Today, I'm sharing my photos at Wordless Wednesday and Outdoor Wednesday. Head over to those sites to check out links to photo works by other bloggers.

Monday, August 9, 2010

A Sitting Up Challenge

"Ow-ow-ow-ow-Ow! Owwww!"

"What were you doing?" asked the husband with alarm. No, not a clock.

Though, I did ask him to time me for a minute.

He saw me get down on the floor, but didn't notice what I was doing. He kept tippity tapping away on his computer, after he said, "Go" and then 60 seconds later, "Stop."

I did 48 stomach crunches.  I was soooo impressed with myself since I hadn't done sit-ups in several months.

But I didn't think the crunches would cramp me up when I sat down in front of the computer.


"You silly woman," said the husband. See. That's the kind of sympathy I get after 13 years of marriage.

Why was I doing the crunches? It was a test to find out where to start my 200 sit-ups training program.

Yep, another challenge. And, yep, you heard me right. 200 sit-ups. The goal is to be able to do 200 sit-ups, one after the other, in 6 weeks or more. You only need to crunch up to a 35-degree angle. Mine were more like a 13-degree angle. Ideally, I'll be up at the 35-degree angle six weeks from now, but if I come up at least 19.781 degrees, I'll be content.

I start my training tomorrow. Listening to Santana has revved me up!

Sunday, August 8, 2010

They Grow Up Fast

Our child is growing.
Til today, she felt shy to go to social events.
Now look.
Two days. Two parties by herself.
Before we know it,
our 80ish mama
will be dating.

This is a 160 Character Challenge, hosted by the Monkey Man. Give it a try. What can you write in 160 characters or less? You must count spaces, too.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Saturday Blog Hopping

I'm having fun checking out different blog hops and linky parties around the blogosphere. Today, I've hooked up with two new groups of bloggers.  One is hosted by This is my contribution to the pack of photo hunters.


PhotoHunt has a weekly theme. "Colorful" is this week's theme.
I took this photo at a local diner because of the colors.

The second blog hop is called "Saturday Sharing," hosted by Say Anything...Cuz Censorship Sux. There, you link up your favorite post of the week.  Take a look, why don't ya, and maybe link your post, too.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Another Rambling Friday

Two rambling Fridays in a row.

I don't think I'm dedicating Fridays to non sequitur rambles. At least, not yet, dear friendly readers. I'm afraid to make anything be set in stone about this blog, because once I do that I'm sure to sabotage myself. It's like when I pronounce that I shall lose so many pounds by such a date or start walking the Pacific Crest by such an age. Then, I don't. You would've thought at my age I had outgrown the fear of success.

Yes, I said it. Fear of success.

Not failure.

I'm fine with the knowledge that I might attempt something and fail. I just try again, if it (whatever that is) is something I really want or need to conquer. But, then, you may ask, will I continue to fail short because I won't want to succeed?

Good question.

Maybe because I'm in the middle of doing it (whatever that is), I'm not spinning my wheels thinking about what may happen if I succeed. Hence,  I make my designated finish line. Wanting and/or needing to accomplish the it (whatever that is) also plays a big factor to my not even questioning whether I want to really succeed.  I just do it (whatever that is), and that's all there is to it.

I wonder if I just opened a can of worms for myself.  But, worms are good for fish bait and for turning over the soil.

Psshhewwwww. It's time to get some sleep.

By the way, today is the seventh month since the husband and I shaved our hair. It's been a while since I've posted a photo of the growth.  So, here you go. For those of you who don't know what our adventure is about, click over to here.

The Husband Today and Seven Months Ago

Me. I kind of miss the feeling of having no hair.

P.S. I've hooked up with the Friday Follow 40 and Over Blog Hop today. Head over to find some cool blogs to read.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Wordless and Watery Wednesday

Hanging out at two linky parties today—Wordless Wednesday and Watery Wednesday. Click on the links to check out photos of other bloggers.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Being Heavy Handed


Excuse me.

It's past midnight. Dinner was over at six this evening. I am still full.

Tonight's dinner was extra rich. I didn't realize it was. Until now.

We invited friends over for dinner, and  I wanted to serve something that would be easy to put together and eat because we were going to a meeting afterwards. So, I made fried sirloin beef wontons and shrimp and grits. The grits were cooked with gouda and cheddar cheeses. The shrimps, with a bit of onion and chives, were sauteed in olive oil, and at the last second (freshly cooked) bacon bits were stirred into the mixture. 

Fried meat bits. Shrimp. Bacon. Cheeses. Tooo, tooo heavy. I was just not thinking, was I?

The shrimp and grits dish was delicious. I followed (kinda) the Smokey Shrimp and Grits recipe at the Whistlestop Cafe Cooking blog. The cook adds creamed spinach to the dish. I didn't. Just as well.

Did I mention that we had semi-sweet chocolate chip cookies for dessert?

And, that I drank a bottle of Fire Rock Pale Ale?



Excuse me.

P.S. I've joined up at All Thingz Related's linky party today. Check out all the great projects and recipes there.