Frankly, My Dear…

Seeing The Police together was great. They didn’t sing what I was hoping they would and it seemed far too short, but it was good to see them. I thought Sting looked really good, but the hair looks like he cuts it himself!

I think Shikira and Beyonce should do a shimmy off! They both seem to be able to shake what they have–to the extreme!

David Spade was a presenter. How in the world….I mean I’m amazed…HOW DOES HE DO IT??? Is he just plain lucky, or what??

Justin is bringing sexy back! heh In order to do that, shouldn’t you be sexy? He looks like a 15 yr old! One of the girls in the run-off to sing with him was from B’ham–she didn’t win.

Al Gore was a presenter! Yes, the tin man was there looking somewhat lost. I guess they’ve all forgotten about Tipper’s push to put labels on cds!

Christine Aquilera sounded real good singing It’s a Man’s World. I just wish I could get that song she sang on all the ads for this show out of my head!

And now for the sour note of the evening. The Ditzy Chiks. I believe this was rigged. They won all 5 catergories. No way. They’re mad because people didn’t appreciate them going to another country and dissing the president and they write a song about how they aren’t ready to make nice—and they win 5 grammies?? What? Someone needs to tell them to shut up…period, don’t sing ’cause we’re sick of you! Don Henley was the presenter and made a big show of how proud he was of them! They dug up Joan Baez to introduce them–made you just want to toss your cookies, it did! blech

If you’re interested in it, the website is grammy.com.

I sat through it, using the remote at times and hoping The Police might sing another song, but it didn’t happen. Rats.

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Tonight at the Grammys! Sting, Stewart and Andy.  I hope they’ll sing Every Breath You Take, but it’s looking like it might be Roxanne. Looking forward to whatever they sing!

Be there or be square! heh

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Dave, at Garfield Ridge, (http://garfieldridge.typepad.com/) has a scary post about an article in Wired concerning a deadly bacteria that some soldiers may be bringing home on their clothes and bodies, especially if they’ve been wounded by an IED. Seems the insurgent bastards rub their explosive weapons with the flesh of dead animals. The name of the bug is acinetobacter and a website is available at: www.acinetobacter.org

I think people need to be aware of this and do what they can to attack it.

One more thing to worry about.

I know you shouldn’t speak ill of the dead. Trying to keep that in mind, 39 is too young to die but she didn’t exactly live a healthy lifestyle. Is that mean—or just true? I never believed she lost all her weight by taking pills. And I thought it was wrong to give other people the idea that it did. I thought she had lipo or maybe a stomach band.

Her slurred speech made me think she was on drugs or alcohol. And her whacko behavior was annoying. She wore a wedding dress to Marshall’s funeral! And no, I never believed that she loved the 89 yr old for anything other than his money and what he could give her. Come on! Hey, look at it this way–they may be reunited! Maybe the old guy put in a plea to God to make it happen.

I am sorry she died and that her son died and her life seemed to be filled with trauma. Someone said she never knew who her father was. I hope the baby she recently gave birth to ends up in a safe, loving home.

I also heard a possibility of her death being a murder. Seems strange that Howard was in the room when her son died and was with Anna when she died, and now has possession of a baby worth millions.

 I guess we’re not done with hearing all about Anna Nicole.  sigh

Esther Howland, the woman who produced the first commercial American valentines in the 1840s, sold a then mind-boggling $5,000 in cards during her first year of business. The valentine industry in the United States has been booming ever since. Today, over 1 billion valentine cards are sent in this country each year — second in number only to Christmas cards, according to the Greeting Card Association. (The happy day is also celebrated in Canada, Mexico, the United Kingdom, France and Australia.)Around 85 percent of all valentines are purchased by women. In addition to cards, there are millions of boxes of chocolates and bouquets of roses purchased (mostly by men) for the February 14 holiday

You have 7 days to think of something romantic…er,   sweet….good..something nice to do for your loved one! Get it done! Don’t be like my husband and wait until the day to run by on the way home to get a picked over card! Better than nothing— barely!

Does anyone have a special Valentine’s Day memory? I’ve racked my brain but can’t remember one. I can remember other special days but not that one.

SEVEN DAYS……the clock is ticking!!!!

  Last Tuesday, as President Bush got off the helicopter in front of the White House, he was carrying a baby piglet under each arm. 
 
  The squared away Marine guard snaps to attention,  Salutes, and says: “Nice pigs, sir.” 
 
  The President replies “These are not pigs, these  are authentic Arkansas Razorback Hogs. I got one for  Senator Hillary Clinton and I got one for Speaker of  The House Nancy Pelosi.” 
 
  The squared away Marine again snaps to attention,  Salutes, and says,  “Excellent trade, sir.” 

Pray tell, how does a woman go through years of education to become a NASA astronaut, and throw it all away for a bizarre love triangle?

Lisa Nowak, recently separated with 3 kids, was arrested and charged with attempted first degree murder after driving 900 miles to chase down her rival so she could “talk” to her. She donned a disguise and carried objects that made it seem she intended to do more than talk.

Her bio says she enjoys bicycling, running, skeet, sailing, gourmet cooking, rubber stamps, crossword puzzles, piano and African violets. I wonder how many of those are available in prison? She could face spending the rest of her life there.

Oh, and cue “Crazy” by Patsy Cline! 

Okay, I can’t believe how much time I’ve spent trying to get one lousy picture to show up! Just send me your emails and I’ll email it to you! heh I already have a better appreciation of the time it takes to blog, although I’m sure you’re all more computer-friendly than I am!

I guess most people have heard the tale of the little ring-neck duck, now named Perky, who while flying to warmer digs with her peeps was rudely waylaid by a hunter, grabbed up by a dog with doggy breath and plopped in the back of a truck. A day and a half later, she raises her head when the lady of the house opens the fridge, where she had been deposited, and is taken to a vet. While trying to fix her up, Perky tried to check out twice, but with a thump and a whiff of oxygen, she was revived! Now, she’s recovering at a wildlife sanctuary but will not be able to rejoin the call of the wild because of her injured wing.

 I have a special fondness for ducks and actually had two for pets that I raised from ducklings when I was around eight years old.

I thought we should look at it from her point of view:

Perky is flying along in formation–maybe she has her eye on a particular drake that she’d like to hook up with later. She’s looking at his tailfeathers and thinking: boom-chicka-boom-chicka…..

BOOM!!!!

She’s blasted out of the sky, spiraling toward a hard thud on the ground! The hunter’s dog grabs her up and drags her over to his master, who takes her by her feet and plops her in the back of a truck with other ducks. Yikes, dead and bloody ducks!

She passes out and later wakes up in a cold, dark place. Suddenly there’s light and she raises her head when a lady screams and she’s on the move again! Humans are still attacking her for some reason, so she closes her eyes. Just then, there’s a light and she sees duck friends she hasn’t seen in awhile and they are encouraging her to come toward the light! She thinks she might and then..THUMP!
The humans are at it again! She feels air hitting her face and takes a breath! This time the humans seem happy. After quite a bit of fawning, they put her on a heating pad and she’s finally left alone.

Somewhere in the dark recesses of that tiny cranium, you know she’s thinking:

This is despicable, despicable–fo’ rilla!

In the 1930’s and 40’s that title belonged to Clark Gable, who just had a birthday Feb 1st. I know that as a result of visiting groovyvic’s website, Fiddle Dee Dee. (http://groovyvic.mu.nu/)

He was best known for his role as Rhett Butler in ”Gone With The Wind”, the most popular movie ever made. Hard to believe he didn’t win an Oscar for it, but instead, won one for “It Happened One Night”. His studio had loaned him out to teach him a lesson and he showed them by winning an Oscar!

Two of the best known lines were:

Tomorrow is another day…by Scarlett, and

Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn, spoken by Rhett.

Those were strong words for that time. Of course, it’s nothing compared to the language used in today’s movies!

I’ve always been a fan of GWTW and when our local renovated Alabama Theatre (http://alabamatheatre.com/ - be sure to take a tour) put it on their schedule several years ago, I took my daughter to see it. It was fun seeing it in a beautiful theatre, on a big screen–and we even got to be entertained by the mighty Wutlitzer while we waitied!

Clark’s third wife, Carole Lombard, was killed in a small plane crash while selling war bonds and he was so devasted he joined the Army Air Corp and flew five combat missions as an observer-gunner with B-17 Flying Fortresses (1943), earning the Air Medal and the Distinguished Flying Cross.

He had a daughter, Judy, with Loretta Young after she became pregnant while making, “Call of the Wild”–obvious joke alert! heh Loretta went to Europe to hide the pregnancy and came home with her ‘adopted’ daughter, who would look amazingly like her parents!

His fifth wife, Kay, would give him what he longed for…a son. Unfortunately, John Clark Gable was born four months after Clark’s death in 1960.

After a military funeral, Clark was buried beside Carole Lombard in Forest Lawn Memorial Park Cemetery.

‘Oh, Rhett, where shall I go, what shall I do?’