More Of This And Nothing More

I’ll be on the road again all day Wednesday so I

leave you with these.

 

At Dusk in Tx

 

My boy

 

HAPPY TRAILS, Y’ALL

We Dun’t Tawlk Like Thayet

As I mentioned in another post, I love the TNT series Saving Grace.  I even like Holly Hunter who plays Grace Anadarko and really does need saving.  She needs a donut shoved down her throat before she wastes away and disappears.  What I don’t love is the way they portray Oklahoma in this series.  In fact, I hate the way Hollywood portrays Oklahoman’s (and cowboys) period.  I want to ask them—-Have you ever been to Oklahoma??   Apparently not because………………

Because I’ve never once seen a detective, male or female, running around in painted on blue jeans and sporting a tiny little tank top such as the attire so frequently worn by Grace Anadarko.    Grace Anadarko?   Oh pleeeeeeese, give me a break with the names.  Ham.  Earl.  Bobby.  O.k. Bobby is pretty common and maybe Earl too, but jeezzzz….Grace Anadarko?  Why not Grace Buffalohead or Grace Heaptinyass or Grace Nothingbutbones?

Holly Hunter plays a whiskey swilling, blue streak cussin, whoring, smoking, Oklahoma City police detective who talks to an angel named Earl.  Yep, just your run of the mill things that go on in Oklahoma every day.  Plus she’s got this really bad Okie accent that makes me want to slap her upside her size double zero body, and tell her to actually go to Oklahoma and listen to the way we talk and then she can see how idiotic she sounds. 

Oh, and most of us actually move our lips when we talk.  People can actually understand what we are saying, well unless their Yanks and we don’t understand you either but we still love ya.  We don’t eat hamburgers and donuts constantly.  What?  O.k. some of us eat hamburgers and donuts constantly but not all of us.  It’s a little hard to believe she eats and drinks as much as she does on the show because she’s got narry a single ounce of fat on her rock hard teeny tiny body.  Her arms look like a body builder anorexic.  Solid muscles and skinny.   Just like my arms.   What?   O.k. so maybe that was some wishful thinking on my part but I could have arms like that if I were an Oklahoma City police detective with my own personal angel named Earl.  I’m certain of that. 

If you know anyone in Hollywood, call them up and ask them if they’ve ever actually been to Oklahoma and if not, please refer them to this post, as well as this post.  Please?

I had to post this Saving Grace video mostly because I love this song and many others by Everlast.

What shows are you watching on television these days?  I’m always looking for something new so tell me why you love the shows you list.  Please?  

HAPPY TRAILS, Y’ALL

Me Write Pretty Someday

 

Notice this is filed under “I try not to be a hater but…..” category because it’s true.  I hate you if you write pretty.  Not really you personally, but I hate your ability to write pretty because try as I might, I write like a 5th grader in a tornado. 

In grade school I don’t remember how well or how badly I wrote and I also don’t remember anyone teaching me proper penmanship or even stressing the fact that it might be important someday.  Junior high and high school, I don’t remember at all, except for every second of every basketball gamed I ever played in and there were a lot of those.  Penmanship wasn’t an issue in basketball, you know.  College required a lot of note taking and I ran across several of those old notebooks while on a garage cleaning expedition and I could read them just fine.  The handwriting wasn’t elegant but what do you expect when you’re writing as fast as you can just to keep up?  At least I could read it. 

What happened between then and now?  Because my life took so many unexpected twists and turns, I didn’t graduate college until I was 34 years young so it hasn’t been that long ago since I wrote those notes that I’m still able to read.   Now I write and then I wonder what the hell I wrote because I can’t read it.   I’ve even begun to sign my name just using my initials because you couldn’t read it anyway.  Besides, my signature has never been the same from one check to another so what does it matter?

Is that legal?   To change your signature, I mean.   Can I legally change my signature on my checks if that’s not how I signed the little signature card at the bank?  They cash the darn things so it’s working so far but should I be caught by the check signing police, will I be thrown in the pokey?  I shutter to think of what fun that would entail. 

I’m certain you are asking yourself what brought this handwriting subject up, anyway?   Well, it’s just that I got this in the mail today. 

 

Look at that handwriting.  It’s elegant.  It’s uniform.  It’s lovely.  It’s not mine.   HBL writes better than I do, which is why I always leave the signing of the guest registers and writing of thank you notes to him.  I hate him.  Not really, but I hate that he writes better than me.  In fact my ex-husband wrote better than me too.  What’s up with me falling for men who have better handwriting than I do?   Maybe it’s a subconscious need for someone to do all the paperwork?  I don’t know but I’m sure Freud would have a hay day with this behavior. 

I don’t know what it is, but I do know I have terrible handwriting and I hate it so badly that I won’t even show you an example here, lest you judge me as stupid and incompetent.  Just picture Dorothy’s handwriting while trying to hold Toto and write a letter to Auntie Em while being flung to the land of Oz.  Yep, that’s what my handwriting looks like, exactly. 

What do you think?  Do you judge people on their handwriting?  Do you like your handwriting?  Please somebody, tell me your handwriting is worse than mine so I’ll feel better about myself.  Please?  

HAPPY TRAILS, Y’ALL.

p.s. This “Wine Tasting” party is during “girls weekend” at my place in TX.  You’re all invited!