Who was the genius that came up with the idea of Ludicras and Jason Aldean rapping on a country music awards show? Point him out to me.....got a little something for him/her. It"s bad enough that I endure Christina and her outrageous behavior on The Voice in order to watch team Blake but THIS??? Somebody get me my pills because this country girl is having a spell (you know a hissy fit).
Justin, I got a news flash for you....that should not be you accepting a country music award. I don't mean to be ugly, Justin's okay, but let's face it, the boy ain't country.
I am a proud Sheryl Crow fan.I bought into the whole 40 is the new 20's thing. That philosophy worked till the hot flashes reminded me that thinking you're in your 20's doesn't make it true. I wanna soak up the sun as much as the next girl, on a beach, in a swimsuit, but on stage at an awards show I don't wanna see your drawers cause your skirts too short. Sheryl, you've got a nice pair of legs, they would've looked just as nice if you had about 10 more inches of skirt.
It was nice to see Wynonna and Shania Twain make an appearance. Wynonna has still got it! I caught Shania on Oprah the other day and was as impressed with her sincerity as I have been with her vocal talent. Do you believe she wrote and sent an email to the "other woman" begging her not to take her man (sounds like a country song)? She shared those details to remind people that we all have our pathetic moments. I just wanted to hug her when she slipped and fell on the show tonight. Don't be embarrassed, Shania. Sheryl wasn't and everybody saw her drawers.
I don't know what's going on in Nashville but I sure would like to. I can't figure out if everybody has gone country or if country's just gone. Is there a fabric shortage in Nashville that we haven't heard about? Is there a new secret club in town that requires members to wear their caps backwards? If y'all find out give me a call....the number is BR549. You're going to have to be over 40 to understand that one!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Happy Endings and Happier Beginnings
I just finished the McKettrick's trilogy by Linda Lael Miller. All three of which I thoroughly enjoyed. I'm all about a good love story and when it's comes in the form of not one, not two, but three hunks who just happen to be wealthy cattle ranchers...it's all good.
Books have been my best friend for as long as I can remember. Want to know a secret? I rarely read books that are non fiction. Okay, I only read romance books or chick lit. I don't like books that are good for me in an intellectual...YAWN.. way. I read purely for entertainment. If I claim to have read a book that is educational, chances are I got the title from a of heroine in the latest trashy romance novel I'm enjoying. I love a smart heroine and sometimes I borrow things from one. Truth is I ain't all that bright but I like for people to think I am.
It's too bad that some romantic fiction books get a bum rap or that women and men who read them are embarrassed to admit it. What's wrong with a good old fashioned love story with a happy ending? Throw in a baby, a beach, a big bank account and I'm buying it and I don't care who knows it.
Too bad life isn't like a good book. We would never have to worry or be afraid of turning the page because each chapter brings us closer to the inevitable happy ending. Everybody knows a happy ending in a good book is really just the beginning. Take the McKettrick brothers....they're alive and well on the McKettrick ranch that LL Miller created for them and for me. Here's to happy endings and even happier beginnings!
Books have been my best friend for as long as I can remember. Want to know a secret? I rarely read books that are non fiction. Okay, I only read romance books or chick lit. I don't like books that are good for me in an intellectual...YAWN.. way. I read purely for entertainment. If I claim to have read a book that is educational, chances are I got the title from a of heroine in the latest trashy romance novel I'm enjoying. I love a smart heroine and sometimes I borrow things from one. Truth is I ain't all that bright but I like for people to think I am.
It's too bad that some romantic fiction books get a bum rap or that women and men who read them are embarrassed to admit it. What's wrong with a good old fashioned love story with a happy ending? Throw in a baby, a beach, a big bank account and I'm buying it and I don't care who knows it.
Too bad life isn't like a good book. We would never have to worry or be afraid of turning the page because each chapter brings us closer to the inevitable happy ending. Everybody knows a happy ending in a good book is really just the beginning. Take the McKettrick brothers....they're alive and well on the McKettrick ranch that LL Miller created for them and for me. Here's to happy endings and even happier beginnings!
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Betty
I always had a special connection to my Aunt Betty when I was a young girl. She was the one person I could turn to when circumstances became too much for me to handle. I loved her dearly and I still do. I spent as many nights as momma would allow at my Aunt Betty's house. Grandmother used to shake her head and say, "that girl loves Betty more than her own momma". I guess that was close to being true. I loved them both but it was easier to show it to Betty than to momma.
When I was young I was convinced that Betty loved me more than anybody in the whole world including her own children. I can see now that while that may not have been exactly the way it was..... it was exactly the way she made me feel. What's wrong with that? Not a dern thing!
I looked forward to going to church with Betty and my cousins on Wednesday nights because afterwards she would whip up some dip and open a bag of chips while we watched "The Twilight Zone". It was nights like those that kept me going during some difficult times. Momma had remarried and I wasn't thrilled about it. In fact, the only good thing to come from it was my baby brothers and a cool older stepsister. As much as I loved them I disliked my stepfather.
We used to have some pretty good fights at our house in those days. We were the polar opposite of the Brady Bunch more like the crabby bunch. It was after one of those fights that I decided to run away. I packed my clothes and headed across the street to my Aunt Betty's house where I informed her of my plan to live with her. I was busy settling into my new home when momma arrived with a green switch in hand. She whipped me all the way home while making me carry my clothes. Some of the family still talks about Louise whipping Sandra all the way up the hill and across the yard. I know I never forgot it. The whipping hurt like the dickens but not nearly as much as seeing momma cry about what I'd done. I went back home and prayed for a divorce.
God must have been listening because a few years later the divorce came along with some other unwelcome changes. Betty remarried and moved away. I missed her but by that time I had come to realize that I wasn't the center of her universe and that was okay. I take comfort in knowing that I was then and still am her very favorite niece. Oops! Sorry, Kissy, Becky, Wendy, Stacey, and Jessica but y'all had to know I'm the favorite.
When I was young I was convinced that Betty loved me more than anybody in the whole world including her own children. I can see now that while that may not have been exactly the way it was..... it was exactly the way she made me feel. What's wrong with that? Not a dern thing!
I looked forward to going to church with Betty and my cousins on Wednesday nights because afterwards she would whip up some dip and open a bag of chips while we watched "The Twilight Zone". It was nights like those that kept me going during some difficult times. Momma had remarried and I wasn't thrilled about it. In fact, the only good thing to come from it was my baby brothers and a cool older stepsister. As much as I loved them I disliked my stepfather.
We used to have some pretty good fights at our house in those days. We were the polar opposite of the Brady Bunch more like the crabby bunch. It was after one of those fights that I decided to run away. I packed my clothes and headed across the street to my Aunt Betty's house where I informed her of my plan to live with her. I was busy settling into my new home when momma arrived with a green switch in hand. She whipped me all the way home while making me carry my clothes. Some of the family still talks about Louise whipping Sandra all the way up the hill and across the yard. I know I never forgot it. The whipping hurt like the dickens but not nearly as much as seeing momma cry about what I'd done. I went back home and prayed for a divorce.
God must have been listening because a few years later the divorce came along with some other unwelcome changes. Betty remarried and moved away. I missed her but by that time I had come to realize that I wasn't the center of her universe and that was okay. I take comfort in knowing that I was then and still am her very favorite niece. Oops! Sorry, Kissy, Becky, Wendy, Stacey, and Jessica but y'all had to know I'm the favorite.
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