Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Do they still have Hungry Eyes?

Do Baby and Johnny end up together after Dirty Dancing?
Or was she just going slumming as Robbie the rat put it? Did Baby go on to college, ready to change the world and do work with the Peace Corps, Johnny Castle just a juicy summer memory she thought of every time she heard Cry to Me?
Or is this The Love for both of them? Does Baby go to college and head home on the weekends to be with Johnny? Does he work for a union shop and go back to Kellerman's in the summers? Does she go too?

Does anyone else think about this shit 26 years after this movie came out?

I want answers just like I want everyone to mind their own dance space. Look, spaghetti arms. This is my dance space, this is your dance space. I don't go into yours, you don't go into mine. You gotta hold the frame.

p.s. big hugs to Lori and Jack who had to put their lovely dog Darby down yesterday. See you on the other side, D.

Linking up for Random Wednesday and Whatever Wednesday

Saturday, May 25, 2013

I Feel Like Madge - Palmolive® soft touch™ Review

I received two bottles of Palmolive® soft touch™ from Influenster for free to review. The products were free, the opinions in this post are my own.

I'm a Palmolive user. Palmolive's packaging appeals to me, it's what my Mom Mom used to use, and I loved their old ad lady Madge. Do you remember Madge?

Madge promised no dish pan hands, and by God your manicure would survive dishwashing to boot.

All these years later, is that still the case?

Palmolive® soft touch™ is new to me. While I always buy Palmolive for dish washing (I use Dawn when making my own cleaning products), I nomally pick what type I buy by scent.

So first, the sniff test. Don't be jealous of how I look on Saturday morning after I just woke up.
Both passed, but I liked the Coconut Butter better.

Now the wash test. I used the Vitamin E on the plate and the Coconut Butter on the knife. Hi YAH.
Nice amount of sudsing on both - enough to get the dishes squeaky clean, not too much that I was overwhelmed with bubbles.

And my hands? No chips in my manicure, and they were soft as a baby's butt. Madge would be proud. I'm going to keep a bottle and give a bottle away to share the joy of a good dish liquid.

I also have five $1 off coupons (exp 6/30) that I'm happy to mail out to the first five people who leave a comment or send me an email to so you can try it for yourself.

Have a great Saturday!

Friday, May 10, 2013

From the desk of the Dalaimomma

TGIF readers! Today I bring you a guest blog from my Mom as a special Mother's Day Weekend bonus. I wanted to write a title that contained a your mom joke but I couldn't work it out plus my mom would be like oh no. If you are new to this blog, you'll see my mom comment on most of my posts, and people seem to enjoy her comments as much as they enjoy my actual post. Here's the post I wrote for her birthday last year. Happy Mother's Day weekend to all you mothers - of children, step-kids, pets, cats, frogs, whatever. Without further ado, take it away Mother...
Mom and me, my Mom's favorite accessory - her hair mane - from the early 90s and it's still standing, our similar feet
I am so happy to be the Guest Bloggess!

I wish to impart some of my acquired wisdom from the past 20 years of my almost 57 years.

My beliefs help me to understand this life, rendering me more serene, hence, I have dubbed myself the Dalaimomma.

1.  Spirituality. Observe the golden rule, show MAJOR gratitude, and always count your blessings first, especially when confronted with unpleasantries. Everything happens for a reason! Do not be judgmental. Avoid anyone or anything giving you negative energy whenever possible.

2.  Positive affirmations. My main one: “Everyday in every way, my life and my loved ones' lives are more and more wonderful!” This covers everything. If my people are happy, then I am happy. I am not saying nothing bad will ever happen, but you will get through it and it will be easier to handle if you stay positive & grateful.

3.  Thoughts are things! REALLY, they ARE! Counteract every negative/unkind thought with positive energy ASAP! Just try & be aware.  I am getting better at this!

4.  Books. The Complete Writings of Florence Scovel Schinn- Ageless! Louise Hay- You Can Heal Your Life. Many affirmations. Reprogram your cells to perfection. Refuse dis-ease. Reprogram your mind to positivity. Creatively visualize what you want. No wishing bad on anyone-EVER! What you put out is what you get back. AND-all of this is free - it can’t hurt. It has helped me immensely.

5.  We write our charts on the Other Side to develop our souls. We have many lives, probably as a different sex, race, rich, poor, beauty, etc. Empathize and have compassion for everyone.

6.  The other side exists and is beautiful and we see all of our loved ones, including pets, and they help us while we are here.

7.  I “light” my loved ones several times a day and surround us and our stuff with angels. I also light everyone, everything, everywhere. The more light and love that are sent out to the universe, the better. White light of the holy spirit, green light of healing & prosperity mostly. It is free to love, light, & be kind.

8.  Everything has energy: cars, your house, etc. Be kind to it, take care of it and be grateful for everything. I light everything.

This is a quick synopsis. I do not want to wear out my welcome as a guest bloggess. I am a work in progress, we all are.

Positive energy, love, and lights to all of you, especially my Stephanie, the first one to make me a MOMMA!

Oh, & follow me on the Twitter @sheridan_lindaTwitter is very interesting & I have the time to Tweet! I RT all of Steph’s blogs. #HERBLOGSARETHEABSOLUTEBEESKNEES

Goddess/Godspeed always.

Love, Steph's MOMMA

Linking up with Joy for the Friday Five and That's What She Read and Bold Butter Baby for Mom's the Word.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

From the Desk of Augustus Gloop

I know you know who I am. Mother would never have a blog without giving me a starring role.

My given name is Augustus Fred. My mother also callls me Gus, Gussie, Gump, Bumble, and many other things, including Augustus Gloop when she thinks I am snarfing food. Which is ridiculous and below me, by the way.

Behold my kingdom: The Beach, The Mountains, the Snow, the Fields. Basically everywhere I am.
I lord over my kingdom like the true person king I am. I am not a dog. I need attendants like Geege to make sure my kingdom runs smoothly. I know we look alike, but Geege is a dog.

Geege serves a triple purpose in my life: he is a fierce warrior intent on protecting my kingdom from interlopers by barking the bejesus out of himself, he's the light hearted butterfly chasing court jester, and he's also my very best friend.
So happy is the weather...bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah
Geege prefers that I do the talking while he keeps watch at the window. I prefer that too. I love the spotlight. Geege loves the window. It works.
The thing is, people, my mother thinks she's in charge here. But we run this fortress. Everything in it is for me me me...and Geege. In fact, Geege supervises every single thing Mother does, inside and out. Sometimes I like to saunter in to see what's going on and to make sure things are to my liking, but mostly you will find me reclining on top of pillows or outside in the sun. I enjoy chewing holes in blankets, but whenever I do that Mother comes in waving her arms and yelling. So I save that for when she's not home.

Do things always run smoothly here? No, loyal subjects, they do not. Allow me to introduce Exhibits A - H.

Exhibit A: When I was a puppy, Mother cordoned me off in the kitchen. I didn't like it, so I opened every cabinet, and took every single thing out. I opened every box of pasta, every bag of rice, I tore into the sandwich baggies, the tin foil, into everything. My parents would know my rage. I did this twice before they released me, discovered the second time by Mom Mom Sugar who came to liberate me. I rewarded her by jack assing around in the yard and not coming inside.

Exhibit B: I did not care for the furniture, so I gnawed off every wooden leg on every table and chair.

Exhibit C: My parents also had a total fit on the occasions where I dug in the trash and got out something they call tampons. I left them on beds and chairs and rugs. Father was always the one who would find them and I believe he may have had a few, what do you call them? Nervous break downs. Anyway, all the trash cans have lids now.

Geege is off chasing birds. He came to live with us when he was three so I can speak authoritatively on his behalf on the matter of his dirty deeds.

Exhibit D: He's sort of self conscious about it, but his breath? My parents always say this, and I shouldn't repeat it, so it'll just be between us - his breath smells like assholes. Literally like one thousand assholes. He's gotten so much dental work over the years he's been with us, the poor chap has no front teeth left.

Exhibit E: He also has this other thing. He marks. My parents got washable couches for this reason. I don't see the problem - he needs to let everyone know this is OUR house. He is drawing a line, people. We're always looking at Mother like "What pee smell? Please stop waving your arms and pointing at things and get us a treat."

Exhibit F: Nails. Don't touch our freaking nails. If you take us somewhere, I will howl like a banshee so loudly that the nail clipper will page mother over the loud speaker. And at the vet, Geege will have straight up diarrhea during nail clippings. Step off. Do I need to remind you of the incident when I lost a nail and got casted by Treat Lady? A freaking cast made of a rag, a maxi pad and duct tape? Everyone paid for that for weeks.

Exhibit G: Geege and I are pitching a TV show to NBC called The Delightful Adventures of Gus and Geege. We toddle out of the gate when it blows open and wander into neighbors' yards, or just stroll our regular route down the road. We're celebrities in this neighborhood, and the neighbors like to give us the royal treatment and escort us home to much fanfare. Our parents greet our arrival with thunderous faces. We don't know why. Hello we're a big deal around here.

Exhibit H: On walks, I always poop in front of the statue of man Jesus at the church. Why does mother cower in embarrassment? Are we not all God's creatures? I think Man Jesus can handle some pug poop. It's small.

Why do we do these naughty things?

IT'S ALL PAYBACK. Look at this insanity. Just look at it.

Don't worry - next Thursday Mother will go back to talking about parties. The only thing I like about parties is the food and the attention I get. And also beer. I like beer. So basically everything. Today I needed to take control of this page and share our truth. In summation, are not perfect. We are often naughty. But we are so cute you can't help but forgive and forget immediately.

Keep us in blankets, pillows, and treats. Let us be near our Mother, always. Stay away from our nails and put down the costumes. Then maybe we'll stop our antics.
But probably not. We're mischievous and funny and that's how we roll.

Shoutout to JMeoww.

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