El Jefe and I are headed back after a wonderful vacation! Never fear! I will return to blogging on Wednesday. Unless we win thr mega-millions lottery. If that happens, it’s been nice knowing ya!
Hope y’all had a happy new year!
Here is my mother with her 4 grandkids. Nonnie and the Hellions.
Me and my two hellions.
Me and my brother’s kids: Ryan and Double A
Girl, you got a bow on yo head.
After eating way too much and damn near putting ourselves into a food coma, Fishdog took the boys to his parents’ house for more gluttony and we joined them later for dessert.
Here is a picture of all the kids at the Francis Family Christmas. Only kid missing is my nephew Ryan because he went to see Tron with his daddy.
And here is my fav pic of the day. Me, my kids, and my nieces. There had been much madness and mayhem before this picture was taken. I can’t believe they are all looking at the camera. Especially Ian. Who tries desperately to stay out of every picture possible.
Tomorrow, El Jefe and I are heading east on a road trip. I may be blogging. I may not. We’ll see. If not, I hope y’all have a happy and safe new year and I’ll see you in 2011!
Party on Wayne.
My final movie is the best Christmas movie of all time. No it is not A Christmas Story or a Christmas Vacation. Those are definitely in the top 5 and I’m sorry I didn’t quote the Griswold’s during my movie journey.
No, IMO the best holiday movie of all time is: Love Actually.
I watched it again last night and I cried like a big ol’ baby teared up a tiny bit like I always do. There are so many wonderful scenes and quotes in this movie. I love it when the Prime Minister says to Margaret Thatcher’s painting: You have this kind of problem? Yeah… of course you did, you saucy minx!
There’s something wonderful about each story in this film and every time we get to the conclusion of a different character’s storyline, I find myself thinking “THIS is my favorite storyline.” Then we move to the next one and then I think “No, THIS is my favorite storyline.” So, I have two favorite scenes and a hundred favorite lines. Without showing you the entire movie, here’s what you get today:
Karen: Mia’s very pretty.
Harry: Is she?
Karen: You know she is, darling. Be careful there.
I chose this exchange because it breaks my heart every time. It sets this story up so well and it shows a very real exchange. Women are very observant and men are oftentimes too thick to listen. Which makes this story even sadder because had he listened, it would have been avoided. (I always, always, always hope that each time I watch the movie Harry decides to give Karen the necklace. LOL I’m such a sucker)
Sam:Worse than the total agony of being in love?
Billy Mack: And I realized that, as dire chance and… and… and fateful cockup would have it, here I am, mid-50s, and without knowing it I’ve gone and spent most of my adult life with a… with a chubby employee. And… and much as it grieves me to say it, it… it might be that the people I love is, in fact… you.
Joe: Well, this is a surprise.
Billy Mack: Yeah.
Joe: Ten minutes at Elton John’s, you’re as gay as a maypole!
Best Bromance ever.
And of course, the two scenes that turn me into mush:
My wasted heart will always love you (OMG this line!!!)
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Happy Holidays! I hope you’re able to be with the ones you love…and if not, I hope you can love the ones you’re with this weekend.
Love y’all. Mean it.
I need to smile this morning, so I’m quoting one of my favorite all time movies: Pee Wee’s Big Adventure
I love this movie & I loved the TV show even more.
Here are a few of my favorite lines, all spoken by PeeWee himself:
I know you are but what am I?
I pity the fool who don’t eat my cereal!
I remember…the Alamo.
Nobody hipped me to that dude.
and last but not least:
I’m a loner Dottie, a rebel.
I hope you have lots of holiday shenanigans on your plate today. If not, start cooking some up!
here’s your bonus Pee Wee Playhouse Christmas special…Grace Jones singing The Little Drummer Boy! Oh teh awesome! It surrounds me!
I decided that quoting this scene was too much, even though the words are still as strong out of context, the tension and honesty in this scene should be viewed.
Now from a writer’s perspective, I have to admit I love the scenes with Emma Thompson as she’s narrating while she writes. This particular passage always gets me:
Kay Eiffel: As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be ok. Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren’t any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true. And, so it was, a wristwatch saved Harold Crick.
Okay, it’s humpday. The female terrorists kittehs have been wrangled and taken back to the vet as it seems their constant cage fighting and terroristic training has opened up their incisions. Yay for yucky, gaping abdomen holes! Has this slowed them down? Not. One. Bit.
I’m working today, finishing stuff up. I have Christmas bunko tonight, hanging with pals tomorrow and my pal Laura’s birthday on Christmas Eve…this will be my first Christmas Eve without the kids. I’m not really looking forward to waking up Christmas morning alone without them, but I’ll see them mid-morning and it will all be good. It will also give me a chance to sleep off all the wine I will have consumed with Laura the night before.
3 days left til Ho, Ho, Ho!
Gus: From now on, the only person who gets to yell is me. Why? Because I have a gun. People with guns get to do whatever they want. Married people without guns – for instance – you – DO NOT get to yell. Why? NO GUNS! No guns, no yelling. See? Simple little equation.
The Ref with Dennis Leary is one of my favorite holiday flicks. If you haven’t seen it, you should totally watch it. If it’s been forever since you’ve seen it (like it has been for me) you should totally watch it again (like me).
So how’s the Holiday Prep going? I’m all behind and wishing someone, somewhere would just volunteer to finish my shopping, do my wrapping, and take care of everything else like work for me. Too much to do, no money or time to do it. Ahhhhh. It’s the story of my life.
In other news, I had some pretty pics taken of my new hair last week and posted them on Facebook yesterday. I went really super red for fun. Wanna see?
Baby: Me? I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of what I saw, I’m scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you. 
I bet you thought I was gonna quote “Nobody puts Baby in a corner.” Didn’t you? That would be like saying “You had me at hello.” was my favorite line from Jerry McGuire. Seriously, just because everyone knows it and quotes it, doesn’t make it any less cheesy or cliche. (and my favorite line from Jerry McGuire is actually “Did you know the human head weighs 8 pounds?”)
Dirty Dancing is my all time favorite movie. It came out my senior year in high school and it was just the RIGHT movie and the RIGHT time for me. Also, I’m a huge fan of opposites attract/rich vs. poor love stories.
Embedding was disabled, but here’s a link to the clip I quoted. It is hands down, one of the sexiest scenes ever.
I hope y’all have a great weekend. I’m heading to see El Jefe tonight. I need some R & R in a major way.
8 days til Christmas…how you doing on your nice? I’m pretty much failing, but I’m okay with that. Some girls were just meant to be naughty.
John Clasky: They should name a gender after you. Looking at you doesn’t do it. Staring is the only way that makes any sense. And trying not to blink, so you don’t miss anything. And all of that, and you’re YOU. I mean…
Look, forgive me. It’s just you are DROP DEAD, CRAZY GORGEOUS! So much so that I’m actually considering looking at you again before we finish up here.
Flor Moreno: Soon, please.
This is from the movie Spanglish. I love this movie because it is filled with extremely flawed characters who struggle to find love and happiness in all the wrong ways. Also, Cloris Leachman is in this movie and I love her like I love oxygen.
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This weekend was fabulous. Friday night I was in bed early. I was exhausted 🙂 and needed my rest because I had to have Rader to his chess tournament by 8:00 Saturday morning.
And I had to have the terrorists kittehs to the clinic by 10:00 so they could get fixed. Saturday afternoon was quite interesting for all of us. Chicken Nugget took losing his nuggets like a champ. He just wanted peace, love and happiness. Clementine and Kitty G didn’t come out of the anesthesia with quite the same attitude. They were totally cage fighting. It was ugly. But by Sunday afternoon we were pretty much back to normal.
Ruby didn’t quite understand why her BFF Chicken Nugget smelled funny. And I’m pretty sure she missed his nuts. This is what she did all Saturday night:
Poor baby. She was just so concerned.
Saturday night I went to a Knight Play Comedy Club for about an hour to see my BFF Jenn Christmas Christman host. She did a bang up job and looked like a million bucks in the process!
and then Sunday afternoon my best pals from college came over for a little Chirstmasy Brunch and some wine and a whole lotta gossip. I mean, catching up. Check out my tree…I’m hoping it will survive the terrorist kitteh attacks through the holidays…
Hope y’all had a great weekend! 12 days left til Christmas. Are you ready?
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 
