These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Oh, I love this movie!
I saw Murphy's Romance at the theater and am always delighted when I can catch it on TV ... like now, since I've found it ON DEMAND. It's old-fashioned but authentic and unutterably dear. The romantic in me has been hoping for 25 years that I'll find a Murphy of my own to melt me.
I even love the Carole King song over the closing credits: "You kissed me like a lover and loved me like a friend and I'm in love for the last time." God! I'm such a sap!
I even love the Carole King song over the closing credits: "You kissed me like a lover and loved me like a friend and I'm in love for the last time." God! I'm such a sap!
"We call God different names, but we remain one nation"
"I've got Muslims who are fighting in Afghanistan. In the uniform of the United States armed services. They're out there putting their lives on the line for us. And we've got to make sure that we are crystal clear for our sakes and their sakes: They are Americans. And we honor their service. We don't differentiate between them and us: It's just us."
Now THIS is the man I cheered for in Grant Park on Election Night, 2008. I am so proud of my President right now.
Now THIS is the man I cheered for in Grant Park on Election Night, 2008. I am so proud of my President right now.
Labels:
Current affairs,
faith,
Politics
TOO CUTE!
There, sitting on my hand, is a completely perfect .17 oz bottle of Lovely perfume. It's just a shade under 2" tall. I am in love with it. Isn't eBay great?
My oldest friend once gave me a card that reads, "You mean shopping for more useless crap isn't the meaning of life?"
I understand the sentiment. But when the useless crap makes me this happy, I forgive myself.
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