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St. Patrick’s Day Blustrification

Monday, March 8th, 2010

The 2 Movies You MUST Watch for St. Patrick’s Day Celebrating~

THE QUIET MAN {1952}

If you can see one and only one movie during the month of March, I must insist, for your own good, that it be The Quiet Man starring John “the man” Wayne and Maureen O’Hara.  Oh yes.  I must insist.

John Wayne plays a disgraced American boxer who returns to Ireland to reclaim his homestead.  Maureen O’Hara plays the part of a poor, young maiden/”spinster” who catches his eye.  The movie follows the tension-filled and spicy relationship that forms between them as they both struggle to maintain control while her brother tries to keep them apart.

There is a cast-full of charming villagers, the matter of a dowry, advice on the duties of a married wife, some kissing and a slap, a kiss in the rain at a graveyard (note John Wayne’s nice silk shirt), Maureen O’Hara’s enviable red hair, the wedding night and the broken bed, a drunken brawl that has everyone placing bets,  the townspeople helping the Reverend look good, and the importance of a good Matchmaker. 

John Wayne is beautiful in this one, a perfect mix of testerone and tenderness, manliness and mild-mannered good graces.  And don’t forget the shirt and the kiss in the rain!!!   Watch for this fun line from the Matchmaker: Impetuous!

 

The Quiet Man – DVD Trailer | Movies & TV | SPIKE.com

Just see it.   Really and GOD BLESS ALL IN THIS HOUSE!

 

FAR AND AWAY {1992}

If you can see only two movies during the month of March, the second must be, without question, Far and Away starring Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman.

Though pretty much critically panned, it is majestic in its’ panorama taking us from Ireland to New York during the great days of immigration in the late 1800s and finally to the legendary Land Race of  the Oklahoma-territory.  Add to this beauty, Tom, playing Joseph and Nicole, playing Shannon, as the poor potato farmer thrown together with the sassy, well-to-do land lord’s daughter and the adventure begins!  Attempting to hide their growing attraction under the cover of hostility, the movie spans thousands of miles and many months culminating in the grand feel-good scene at which two of the movie’s taglines hint:

“They needed a country big enough for both of their dreams.”
and
“He left behind everything he knew for the only thing he ever wanted.”

Ron Howard directed and I love the history it reveals, but it is really about the story, the relationship between a red-headed Irish girl and a hard-headed boy, and about a dream.  See it.  Seriously. 

6 Other Movies with a Bit ‘O the Irish in them:

WAKING NED DIVINE {1998}  What if you won the lottery and then died from the shock of it? Cute, charming and set in a tiny Irish village of less than 50 people.  THE SECRET OF ROAN INISH {1994}  “It’s a beautiful story.”  AUGUST RUSH {2007} starring Jonathan Rhys Meyers who is Irish and very cute and some girl.  Beautiful movie about music and sound and song and love…THE FUGITIVE {1993} starring Harrison Ford has an “escape” scene in Chicago’s St. Patrick’s Day Parade which is helpful to him…  THE COMMITMENTS {1991} I haven’t actually seen, yet, this movie about a band in Ireland, but have it on order from Netflix because I hear it is good…  ONCE {2006} A quiet, beautifully melodic story that takes place in Ireland.  For the music alone it should be seen more than once!

 

 

Three Meals You Can Eat~

 

Lucky Charms for breakfast.  Corned Beef Sub for lunch.  Runza {aka Nebraskan Mystery-Meat Sandwiches} for dinner. 

 

The clothes you could wear.

 

  

 

4 Fun things to do.

 

Kiss an Irishman.

Read The Scarlet Feather by Maeve Binchy

Get an Irish-themed tatoo.

 

Attend the 48th Annual Denver St. Patrick’s Day Parade on March 13th at 10am

http://www.denverstpatricksdayparade.org/

No, I am not Irish.  But I do watch The Quiet Man once a year and I am making Wrex some Wrunzas and wearing green on the 17th ~ which makes me pretty darn blustrificating, if I do say so myself!

Blustrification: the action of celebrating boisterously

Hello, Sunny Days…

Thursday, March 4th, 2010

Hiya, sweet breath of spring with blue skies and a few puffy clouds.  You tempt and entice me with your wicked ways and words.  Balmy breezes float through my open door.  Your sun sizzles and makes me bare my feet and roll down my windows letting the wind whip my hair.  You’ve sent birds to serenade me, you’ve wooed me with your warmth.  In turn, I am wrapping myself in bright yellows, corals and lime greens to celebrate this heady, hot and sunlight-kissed morning.

But you won’t stay, will you?  Forecast for tomorrow?  More cold and snowy rain.

Spring is a tease.

Cake Buns

Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010

Baby Bottom Cake

Or Diaper Cake

 

Or Butt Cake

Or Can Cake

  

Or  Baby-buns Cake

Or Bottoms Up Cake

  

Or whatever.

5 pounds of MM Fondant (I am such a novice and not a sculptor, but people like fondant), over almond-bouquet buttercream over dark fudge chocolate cake (2-layer), filled with Oreo/chocolate-chip/milk-chocolate mousse.  Created the baby’s bum and chunky legs from Rice Krispie treats because the thought of wrapping cake pieces made me hyperventilate.  Averi’s feet were my inspiration.

Did it for Jovan, with love, as we anticipate new Baby Rhoades, to-be-born in 2 weeks. 

Ruth 4. 15 For [my] daughter-in-law, who loves [me] and who is better to [me] than seven sons….

Neither Tredessa nor Averi could resist tickling the feet.  The main cake, for size reference, is a 12″ cake, about 4″ high.  So the baby is sort of a month or so old maybe, but with big feet?  I don’t know…ever-so-slightly life-like in size…?

In Like a Lamb

Monday, March 1st, 2010

I HAVE HAD IT WITH WINTER!

I have maintained a fairly optimistic and positive viewpoint about winter this year, especially in light of the fact that we do live in Colorado and usually have very mild winters.  But this one has been too long.  Yes, I know other states have had it worse.  But two of Colorado’s snowiest months are October and March.  And since I have seen it snow in September and drop 50-degrees in 2 hours and snow in May then …aaaaaarrrrrrggghhhh!!!!!    I can’t take anymore!  I mean it!

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If March freaking goes out like a lion (as my 2nd-grade teacher predicted would happen when March 1 has these lamb-like qualities and I always found her to be truthful and honest), I am going to scream bloody murder.  I need hot sun.  I need April showers and May flowers.  I need spring.

UPDATE 3.02.10~Oh.  So, good.  We are going to be in the 50s all week.  Fine.  I have  been heard.  Gavin told me Sunday he thought we should try to do some gardening this week and I think he is right!  Little man after my own heart…

Cake Day

Friday, February 26th, 2010

It’s a  cake day” definitely does NOT have the same meaning for me as it does for most people.  “Cake day” for me means I am doing a special-events-celebratory-by-request-decorated cake.  Each one of these has the potential for great disaster.  Never more than this one I will be attempting today and tomorrow.  I have researched similiar cakes to this (diaper-cake) design, requested by my beautiful Jovan.  I have found 57 photos.  3 are cute.  ONLY THREE!  The rest are hilarious disasters.  {shaking my head} We shall see…But for Jovanie (who once talked me into a Barbie cake!!??…see below)?  Anything!

 Read more about THIS here…

But o, what a glorious morning.

I am playing my Three Dog Night’s Greatest Hits on the turntable – yes!  NOT an MP3, an actual old-fashioned LP record – VINYL, people!  Good times!  The slight scratchiness adds to the experience.

Did Paul Williams (who had sort of a froggy-puppet look) write good lyrics or what?

Just an old-fashioned love song playin’ on the radio
And wrapped around the music is the sound
Of someone promising they’ll never go
You swear you’ve heard it before
As it slowly rambles on and on
No need in bringin’ `em back,
`Cause they’re never really gone
Just an old-fashioned love song
One I’m sure they wrote for you and me
Just an old-fashioned love song
Comin’ down in 3-part harmony
To weave our dreams upon and listen to each evening
When the lights are low
To underscore our love affair
With tenderness and feeling that we’ve come to know
You swear you’ve heard it before
As it slowly rambles on and on and
No need in bringin’ `em back,
`Cause they’re never really gone

It is a brilliantly sunny day and just as I was about to toss some onions from the produce drawer (the last of 2009’s onion bounty from my own garden) because they are starting to sprout, I realized it is not too early to go push them into the garden soil where they will grow for this year!  Happy!  Happy!  Happy!  Almost made me forget I can’t breathe and my throat hurts and (after 2 weeks of this) I have to go to the doctor’s office later.

LOVE HURTS: Love songs that make me cry. Everytime.

Tuesday, February 9th, 2010

THE RULES:  In no particular order, limiting this list to 20 {because I can be quite a crybaby} and allowing only one per artist, (although I must admit certain artists and bands could have their own lists full of songs) here are some songs that can make me cry.  They are not necessarily the top 20, just the first 20 that came to mind when I decided to make this list.  WHY?  Because, like Elton sings, “Sad songs say sooooo much.”

 

“Still” by Lionel Richie

But then most of all, I do love you,  {spoken softly}  s t i l l…” 

“At this Moment” by Billy Vera and the Beaters

I cannot explain why this song did me in, but when it came out in the 80s, I cried my eyes out every single time I heard it.  I was amazed at the idea of loving some one so much you’d be willing to give up “20 years” of your life to have them stay, have them not leave you.  I know that is impossible to achieve, but he sang it so well, I really believed he was willing.  Still kills me.

“The Best Thing that Ever Happened to Me” by Gladys Knight and the Pips

I sang this to Dave walking down a street in Dallas, Texas in 1982, just after our first anniversary.  After almost 29 years of marriage, he has no choice but to be “there, between each line of pain or glory,” whether he wants to or not. 

“Honey” by Bobby Goldsboro

She dies.  There is a tree that grows (you know how I love gardening).  He misses her.  I hope to be sorely and grieviously missed when I die.  After I am at least 87.

“Superstar” by the Carpenters

It’s about song bringing love…”Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh baby..” {those lyrics!}

“He Stopped Loving Her Today” by George Jones

I don’t want to spoil this for you if you haven’t heard it…boo hoooooo….

“I Will Remember You” by Amy Grant

Our love is frozen in time…”  They didn’t allow an inbed on this song, but it is a good one you can catch it on Youtube.com   HERE:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ospToG1Y0kw

“I Can’t Make You Love Me” by Bonnie Raitt

The raw pain in her amazing voice, “I will lay down my heart, and I’ll feel the power, but you won’t…”  Whyyyyyyyyyy?  Why can’t he feel the power of it?  Is he absolutely just an unfeeling, cold-hearted jerk?

“Whiskey Lullaby” by Brad Paisley and Alison Kraus

She put him out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette, she broke his heart…”   Brad has the words.  He writes the songs….

“Vincent” by Don McLean

I guess I love this because I suffer for my sanity, too (just kidding…sort of).

“How Can You Mend a Broken Heart” by The BeeGees

I can think of younger days…”  You just run out of resiliency when you get to the middle…and past it.

“If” by  Bread

And when my love for life is running dry, you come and pour yourself on me…”  That?  Is being loved.  That is loving.  (BTW~I super hate the slides on this video…this is posted purely for the song)

“Weekend in New England” by Barry Manilow

Eyes meeting, touching, strong yearning.  Don’t be critical of Barry, now.  The man can tear your heart out with his songs.  I had trouble between this one and “Even Now” or “Somewhere Down the Road.”

 

“I Will Always Love You” by Dolly Parton from the early 70s

I was 14.  She was leaving Porter Wagoner (I have to admit I loved that Saturday afternoon show sponsored by some powedered laundry detergent).  I didn’t know what they were going through, but that woman’s pure voice expressed words so powerful that I knew, even then, I was hearing a song I’d never forget and would love my whole life through.  And oh, I get it so much more, now.  It is one of the greatest songs of all time.  One of THE greatest.  Ever.

“I Wanna Run to You” by Whitney Houston

From “The Bodyguard.”  The lyrics reveal our feminine vulnerability.  We’ve learned to take care of things ourselves, be tough.  The truth is we need to be covered, protected.  We need heroes.

“My Eyes Adored You” by Frankie Valli

I was 14 when this came out, too.  Being 14 was a big deal, apparently, in my romantic notions.  I just daydreamed about somebody adoring me, I guess.  Such a pretty melody, sweet words, innocent and lovely.  Remember when?…

“You’re a Part of Me” by Kim Carnes and Gene Cotton

Longing. Don’t leave me, and if you do: come back.   ”You’re a part of me I can’t live without…”

“Rest Your Love on Me” by Olivia Newton John and Andy Gibb

Deep down, I am a caring person.  I am an INFJ – a “protector.”  That is what I like to do.

“Sunshine on My Shoulders” by John Denver

The soundtrack to the ABC Movie-of-the-Week, “Sunshine,” the fall of 1973 (I had just turned…can you believe it?  14!).  I think it was based on a true story of a young woman married to a struggling musician who has cancer and as she is dying, she talks into a tape recorder to be able to leave her thoughts and story behind for their baby girl.  John Denver sang the title track.  Beautifully.  His voice was very important to me during this era – all of his words and melodies touched something deep inside me.

   

“I’d Do It All Again” by Corrine Bailey Rae

Love does hurt sometimes.  But this girl is not going to let it stop her faith in love.  Me, neither!

REMEMBER:  Valentine’s Day is Sunday!

Colorado Winter

Thursday, February 4th, 2010

Winter beauty.

I grew up mostly in the midwest.  First as an Iowa girl, then a brief stint way down on the Tangipahoa in Louisiana, ending up in the Windy-City area, the Chicago territory just below the Great Lake Michigan.  The midwest winters over.  Once the snow comes, it is often there until the bitter end, just piling up, mounding against vertical surfaces and drifting the winter months away.

But then spring arrives finally and fully and the great spring thaw comes and the snow pile next to the north side of the garage, the one that may have arrived in October and has been trying hard to melt away for 6 months, does.  The annual thaw makes everything wet and it smells sweet as a summer rain for 2 weeks.  Spring has a glorious scent in the midwest.  It smells like baby-green leaves and wet, black soil and thick sunshine with a generous dollop of blue-and-puffy-white-clouded sky.

Colorado, a known “winter state” because of mountains and skiing, is not so predicatble.  In the Denver area we can get 3 1/2 feet of snow one week and be back in shorts, tank tops and high 60’s the next.  Many Christmases we are coatless and snowless and many Mays we are getting freak snow storms.  Winter can meander aimlessly throughout quite a few months here, but rarely do we endure the harsh and relentless winters of the midwest.  No one who doesn’t live here seems to know this however.  For Denver makes  the big weather news splash when we get the extreme white dumps that shut down DIA.  To the casual observer, this is a scary, snowy place.  But to us?  It is a brief interruption to daily life, one in 10 days I can’t wear my flip flops.

I love Colorado, not least of all, for its winters.

But I miss the lovely smell of rain.  Colorado rarely has that luscious essence of a cleansing rain.  I crave that.  I wouldn’t trade this weather to get it, but I miss it nonetheless.  We are semi-arrid, so desertous the thirsty ground consumes even a full downpour quickly, denying us mere mortals the chance to fully inhale and devour the rich, earthy scent of summer showers or a spring thaw.

 

Today…

This morning started out gray and dark.  It was cold with a dusting of snow.  Bleak.

But soon the sun came out.  The white flakes melted into black, wet streets.  I took a walk and guess what?  It smelled like rain.  Yes!  It was the glorious, soaked and spicy smell of precipitation.  Saturated houses and landscape timbers, fully soaked yards and sidewalks glistened and sparkled, fanning fragrant redolence my way.  And I?  Absorbed all I could because it may be a long time before it happens again.

But I will be searching for it, the sweet scent of a good rain…Jeanie

Winter tip: Yellow tulips from Target make spring seem so near.  You may quote me on that.

The Farmer Inside

Saturday, January 30th, 2010

Way down, deep inside me, there resides a farmer.  Remember the TV show Green Acres?  While I found Eva Gabor fascinatingly glamorous and interesting, I had to agree with her husband:

Green Acres is the place to be!
Farm living is the life for me.
Land spreadin’ out so far and wide
Keep Manhattan just give me that countryside! 

Were it not for having to be up by 4:30 to milk the cows and feed the horses at 5 and then getting back to the house to fix a big hearty breakfast for all the field hands, if I didn’t have to plow and spread, and sow and till and irrigate and seed and pray for rain and then pray for the rain to stop, if the weather couldn’t wipe out my entire crop in one fell swoop, if I could be guaranteed the livestock would never get disease or freeze to death or escape the fence I needed to have repaired, I’d be a farmer.  I really would. 

Below is one of those email forwards going around.    Made me wish I had my own tractor.

OLD FARMERS ADVICE:

 

Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.

 Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.

 A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.

 Words that soak into your ears are whispered…not yelled.

 Meanness don’t jes’ happen overnight.

 Forgive your enemies; it messes up their heads.

 Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.

 It don’t take a very big person to carry a grudge.

 You cannot unsay a cruel word.

 Every path has a few puddles.

 When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.

 The best sermons are lived, not preached.

 Most of the stuff people worry about ain’t never gonna happen anyway.

 Don’t judge folks by their relatives.

 Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.

 Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll enjoy it a second time.

 Don’t interfere with somethin’ that ain’t bothering you none.

 Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.

 If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin’.

 Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.

 The biggest troublemaker you’ll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin’.

 Always drink upstream from the herd.

 Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.

 Lettin’ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin’ it back in.

 If you get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ somebody else’s dog around.

 Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.

The Kiddos in Taiwan and Japan

Sunday, January 17th, 2010

Dave, Tara, Hunter and Stormie spent 2 1/2 weeks in Taiwan and Japan, leading worship, eating amazing food and falling in love with the people there.  If you Facebook, you have seen Stormie’s pictures.  If not, I picked a few to share.

You can slow down or speed up the slideshow by using the {+} or {-} symbols in the bottom, left-hand corner. 

I also wrote quick captions which can be read by putting the cursor at the bottom of the images.

Color Theory

Tuesday, January 12th, 2010

I am working from home.  I take a break to get something to eat.  I am walking back in toward the coffee table which is pulled up to the couch (where I have been sitting cross-legged as I plug away on the minutia),  carrying my 12 Kalamata olives (only for the very brave because they pack a powerful flavor sensation) and my 1/2 avocado which has been sprinkled with torn cilantro leaves, crushed-between-my-fingers Kosher salt and had lime juice squeezed over the top (I mean, seriously – your mouth should be watering right now!).

I smile when I see this:

Because ~ this is what Luke sees across the table when we are in meetings.  What a happy  (and pretty darn well-coordinated) pile of stuff!

My theory? 

Oh yeah, baby.  Luke doesn’t just get his color and design inspiration out of the air!  He sees my computer, my pen bag and pens, my Sea & Ski lip stuff, my meeting notebooks, my coffee mug and my planner.  And we all see the finished product!  I truly don’t TRY to make this happen…these colors just show up in my life these days.

By the way:  The planner is opened to July and there is only one thing on it:  Heaven Fest on July 31st!

Do you know why?

Because Heaven Fest is all there is in July! 

No, seriously.  Luke is a genius designer/marketing/festival-producing kid and we just happen to be in sync on retro-modern, flower-child colors right now.  Plus he loves that Colorado-blue sky and I love spring-green grass and those things just cause an exuberantly colorful explosion inside…which then appears!  Here are some of the promotional designs you can get from the Heaven Fest website (www.heavenfest.com).  Click here for more.

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