Wednesday, September 16, 2009

This Shouldn't Be Funny, But...

Yes, it is.

I'm a Criminal Minds fan. I admit it, I'm looking forward to the new fall season on TV because of Criminal Minds. Mandy Patinkin was the reason I started watching it the first season it was on. I'm a Mandy Patinkin fan, too. Yentl is the first movie I remember him in. Then came Princess Bride. Then Chicago Hope (eat your heart out, ER), followed by Dead Like Me and then Criminal Minds. Not that Joe Montegna doesn't do a fine job on CM. He isn't nor was he supposed to be Gideon--Mandy's character on CM--so my mind doesn't try to fit him into that role. I enjoy Joe and all the characters and actors on CM. But I enjoy Mandy in just about anything.

Then I stumbled across this video on a CM blog. Mandy is a fantastic singer. (Remember him singing and playing the piano on Chicago Hope?) But this is just... Well, it just shouldn't be funny. I can't help it. I'm still laughing.


September 23 can't get here fast enough for me!

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

An Oldie But Goodie

The title of this post describes me. Yeah, I've passed the first 1/4 century mark. And the 1/2 century mark, too. But let's just keep that a secret for just a little longer.

No, my age doesn't bother me, even when my charming daughters remind me--which they do whenever they can. I just repeat to myself, "Age is simply a state of mind," until I faint from exhaustion or realize that another birthday has come and gone. Of course Social Security reminds me once a year or so. Then there are those Active Aging newspapers I get in the mail once a month. And let's not forget the offers from AARP, but that really isn't indicative of age. My 27-year-old daughter gets them, too. ::evil grin::

What's really fun is watching how fashion goes around and then comes around again. Platform shoes from the 70's, huge bell-bottom pants from the 60's, and now there are the peek-a-boo toe shoes that I remember my mother wearing in the 50's. Fool that I am, I threw away those platform shoes, don't plan to ever get into another pair of big bell-bottoms, and would never, ever have a pair of shoes that remind me of my mother when I was 5. Well, maybe not ever. I did see that cute pair while wandering through Target the other evening.

Now that I've admitted to being a golden oldie, I'm going to share my decade--the best times ever--on this blog. Oh, and in case anyone is wondering, I graduated in 1969. High school, not college. I'm not that old!

So here we go! A blast from the past! Enjoy the golden years once again.