#KetchupWithUs #BlogHop 36


In the interest of saving time, Mel and I are employing an old writer’s trick for our KetchupWithUs link-up parties. We set a timer for 10 minutes and start typing, literally writing about whatever pops into our heads for that time period. Then, we hit “publish.” Feel free to use the same idea for your post OR link up whatever you want. Easiest. Link-up. Ever. Aaaaaaand ….. go!

* * * * * * * *

Ten minutes. Ummmmm. What can I say in ten minutes? Especially with a self-inflicted stomach ache brought on by an overdose of Maple Nut Goodies. It’s Valentine’s Day after all. Stupid Nut Goodies. My stomach is literally killing me.

I guess it’s because I missed breakfast. Oh, and lunch. I had a meeting today (with wonderful people who are probably reading this blog post … but I mean the compliment sincerely!). So I skipped breakfast. Sadly normal. And then worked right on through lunch. By the time I walked back into my house, it was 2pm and there they were. The little bastards. Sitting right there on the table next to all the other Valentine’s loot.

Honestly, I don’t even know why I like them. I don’t like any other candy that isn’t chocolate. Not any. And yet I give these somewhat nasty, über sweet candies a hall pass. I think it’s because they remind me of being a kid. My parents sold health food back then. As a little side thing. So we never had this kind of stuff in the house. Ever. I was exposed to some of the nastiest health foods you can imagine. Soy burgers (before anybody knew what the hell soy even was) and some orange drink that tasted like a blend of chewable orange vitamins and paste. It literally formed a froth at the top. (shudder)

But … when I went to the mall, all bets were off. Especially if we went to Sears where they used to have a candy counter with a wall of glass boxes filled with all kind of candy. I only remember two kinds. The first were the red-shelled pistachios. I wanted them so badly so I could pretend the shells were my fingernails. But I HATED the nuts. So that plan never really flew with my parents.

And, of course, the Maple Nut Goodies. Jawbreaking little pieces of Heaven. My dad liked them, too. So we used to enjoy them together. He still picks them up for me from time to time. And I, now an adult with my own money and a car enabling me to buy them 24/7/365, still look at every bag as though it could be the last. And I eat them like the fat kid in Charlie & the Chocolate Factory.

Augustus Gloop.

You guys didn’t think I forgot his name, did you? Seriously? You know me better than that. Well, Viva las Nut Goodies. And on with the show!


Our esteemed Ketchup With Us Featured Writer from last time is …

Shakespeare’s Mom


BEHIND THE KETCHUP

Click here to read how this foolishness all began.

KEEP TRACK OF OUR STUPIDITY

SPREAD THE WORD & POST OUR BUTTON … please!

olddognewtits.com

The embed code for this button is right there in my sidebar. Unfortunately, my site is being a tool and won’t let me put it in this actual post. Please grab it from the sidebar. Thanks!

FINALLY … THE LINK-UP!

20140214-162709.jpg

We give you a picture to remind you to KetchupWithUs.

All you need to do is link something up.

Oh, and tell your friends!

20120407-223706.jpg

Darling Dame

Wait. You want WHAT for Valentine’s Day?


So, Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. (It’s Friday, by the way. For anyone who really needs the nudge. Tsk. Tsk.) It’s honestly not a big deal at my house. To the extent that my husband and son will be at a sporting event while Viv and I do something else together. It’s all good. All long as everyone is happy, right?

Of course, I do at least like to observe the special day with the people I love. For that reason, we usually have a breakfast that’s kind of Valentine’s-ish.(It’s a word in my world, albeit a clumsy one with an apostrophe in the middle of it.) And I usually get little treats for everybody. Small presents. Tokens of my affection that can come in all shapes and sizes.

For this reason, I was chatting with my daughter, Vivien, recently. Trying to get a feel for something she might like so I could get it in time for Friday. She’s truly the easiest person to shop for in my whole family. You should’ve seen the look on her face a few years ago when I gave her a little box to house her cat whisker collection. She’s such a great gift recipient. And, yes, she has a cat whisker collection.

So I fished around a little but I figured I totally knew what she was going to say. I know my girl so well. I was the proverbial cat who swallowed the canary. I already had plenty of ideas for her anyway. She’s so easy.

Seriously, I could make all that kid’s dreams come true for $50.

Nothing could have prepared me for this next moment.

Me: (smugly) So … is there anything you want ’cause … well, you know, there’s a special day coming up this week and I was just thinking ….

Her: (leaping to her feet) SERRANO HAM!!!

20140211-172924.jpg

Specifically 18 month old Serrano Ham.  From SPAIN! (Do you SEE the price tag on that thing?)

What the …. ? (And it’s not even available on Prime, Vivien!) Well, you know, I guess I shouldn’t be so shocked. Her affinity for the stuff all started a few years ago when I took her to a special restaurant.

So (dramatic sigh) you know what? My girl is my happiness. And happiness is, apparently, ham. Ergo, my girl is a ham. … Yeah, that sounds about right.

If anyone needs me this week, I’ll be combing the freakin’ city of New Orleans to find an affordable chunk of Serrano Ham before Friday. It’d probably be easier to fly to Spain.

* * * * * * * * * *

Thanks, Mamakat, for prompting me to write a blog post inspired by the word love.

20120407-223706.jpg

Darling Dame

Movie Review: The Monuments Men


War movies. There are literally hundreds of them. Sands of Iwo Jima, Platoon, The Bridge on the River Kwai, Full Metal Jacket, The Deer Hunter, Apocalypse Now … to name only a handful. And, if I can share a little secret, I’ve seen about none of them. They don’t appeal to me. Too bloody, too grisly, too real.

So when my friends at Grace Hill Media asked me to screen and review a movie called The Monuments Men, I was a bit concerned. Would I like it? Would I appreciate it? And (gulp) would I even get it?

20140205-205006.jpg

Okay, fine. Maybe I’m being a little hard on myself. Because I attended the screening this week and I  did like and appreciate it. And I totally got it. Probably more than many people did back when this “based-on-a-true-story” situation was actually happening. Take a look at the trailer to help get you up to speed.

A pet project of George Clooney (who wrote, directed, produced and acted in the film), The Monuments Men chronicles the noble and most unprecedented mission of a small platoon of very unlikely heroes. These middle-aged men, a small group of artists, architects, and historians, all volunteered to enlist, endure basic training and travel all the way to Nazi-occupied Europe for the sole purpose of protecting and preserving Western art and culture.

Famous paintings and sculpture, historical architecture, even such artifacts as the original manuscript of Beethoven’s Symphony No. 6 were all on the rescue list. It was Hitler’s plan to possess or destroy all of it. To rob the world of its beauty and its creative expression.  These men were the ones who stopped him.

“If you destroy an entire generation of people’s culture, it’s as if they never existed.” Frank Stokes (as played by George Clooney)

The cast list was impressive. George Clooney, Matt Damon, Cate Blanchett, John Goodman, Hugh Bonneville, Bill Murray … seriously, how much more time do I have here? Oh, and speaking of Bill Murray, he and Bob Balaban (an accomplished actor whom I most associate with old Seinfeld episodes) made a great pair. They had a sweet chemistry and shared a moment involving a Christmas carol that, for me, was one of the most touching of the film’s 118 minutes. Just as with other comic actors like Robin Williams and Jim Carrey, I always love when I see Murray in a more serious, meatier role. Groundhog Day is fine, but it’s in these more cerebral projects that he really shines and shows his chops. (Perhaps I should call his agent.)

The most amazing (and, let’s be honest, embarrassing) thing about the movie is that I didn’t know anything about the history behind it. Which is sort of the point of this film. It’s a seventy-year-old story that has never been told.* (How many movies can make that claim these days?) And I left the theater compelled to look up these brave individuals. I wanted to know more about them. I was curious about which pieces were saved. And which were not.

I wish I could thank them for their contribution.

The Monuments Men. It just opened in theaters. I’d take my parents to see it. And I’d take my kids to see it. Despite its protective PG-13 rating. (And you guys know I NEVER say that.)

—————————————————————-

*AUTHOR’S NOTE: As soon as I hit “publish,” my cinephilic (that means movie-loving) friend Michael (who I so should have consulted first) reminded me about a 1964 film by John Frankenheimer entitled The Train featuring Burt Lancaster. It deals with the same subject in a very different manner. So I’ll revise my review to say “it’s a seventy year old story that hasn’t been told … recently.”

Still pretty impressive when you consider how many movies they made about the Titanic.

—————————————————————-

20120407-223706.jpg

Darling Dame

A Open Letter to the Creep who DM’d me on Facebook Today


Dear Lowlife-Sleaze-who-sent-me-a-picture-of-his-penis,

I want to thank you very much for interrupting my week with such an unexpected surprise. I get messages via blog comment, email, Twitter and Facebook every day but it’s rare that they’re accompanied with such graphic pornography. I guess it’s my fault for being foolish enough to have the word ‘tits’ in my blog title and fan pages. Ironically, my husband and I came up with the moniker together. It’s a joke, freak show. Don’t you get it? No, you don’t. Because you don’t think with your head, do you? And thus, sadly, dealing with creepy deviants like yourself has become an occupational hazard for me.

Still, I have to ask what exactly you expected to accomplish with this “correspondence.” There was no accompanying message. No solicitation of any kind. I’m guessing you just wanted to share it with me? Like it was a groundbreaking article or an inspirational quote or something. Your photograph could just as easily have been featured on Instagram through some grainy 1970s filter allowing you to blur all but one part of the appendage. For artistic purposes, of course.

Except that it’s porn.

And I should point out that I have no idea if the penis in question is actually yours or if it’s just a random body part belonging to someone somewhere that you wanted to show me. A random penis. A random, nameless, faceless, anonymous and (of course) huge penis.

Yawn.

The thing is … I am not about pornography. My blog name is simply a tongue-in-check reference to the old adage “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” Because my website gets its roots in boob job research. Tastefully and (hopefully) humorously. Through it, I’ve made a lot of great business contacts, writer connections and friends. And I really can’t stand it when tools like you try to cheapen the whole experience for me.

So to you and everyone else like you, please keep your penises to yourselves. There’s nobody buying at ODNT. And know that I have already and will continue to report you each and every time I am forced to look at one of your extroverted little protuberances.

Let’s keep the sausage in its casing from now on, shall we?

Michele


Mamakat writing prompt for 2/5/15:

Question:

What were you blogging about in a previous year at this time? What has changed?

Answer:

Creepers sending me porn. And nothing has changed. NOTHING. I still don’t want fifth appendage pictures. But thanks.

20120407-223706.jpg

elleroy was here

The Groundhog Day Tradition at THIS House


It’s that time of year again. Groundhog Day. Also known as the woodchuck, the whistle-pig and even the notorious thickwood badger, groundhogs are accomplished hibernators, capable of holing up to live off their own fat and sleep for up to six months. (Is it weird that I’m jealous of the groundhog?). And thus, since 1841, they have been traumatized annually with the tradition of forceful extraction from their protective winter burrows for the sheer purpose of human entertainment.

Also known as Groundhog Day.

(Humans are such assholes.)

Truth? My kids and I have been following this tradition for years. Even though our hearts are always bleeding for the trembling varmint, who is always named “Phil.” We enjoy watching the annual televised festivities in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania so much that, many years ago, we actually fashioned a little version of our own to observe the special day in our household. Of course, we don’t own a groundhog.

You guys already know where I’m going with this, right?

20140201-181028.jpg

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you … Punxsutawney Milo.

Here’s how it goes down. All family members must congregate with Milo (typically against his will) in the laundry room. The doorway to that room is a central point in an adjoining hallway. Prior to this congregation, a tasty treat has been placed at each end of the hallway. One is labeled Spring and the other Winter.

20140201-203150.jpg

Here’s what we went with today.

With a simple count of three, Milo is placed on the floor of the laundry room as we wait “quietly” until he is ready to leave. Whichever direction he turns upon exiting determines the coming weather for the next six weeks. It also determines what treat we get to tear into at that very moment.

Editor’s Note: At one time, I considered putting a TASTY treat on one end of the hallway and SOMETHING MOST UNSAVORY (e.g., canned spinach, a list of household chores, a pile of cat poo, etc.) at the other end … to make things a whole lot more interesting. But that just seemed mean. And it also could jeopardize Milo’s safety in the years he chose poorly.

So, what did Milo predict for this year?

20140201-205336.jpg

Bundle up, buttercup. Looks like we’re in for six more weeks of Winter. And cookies for breakfast!

Happy Groundcat Day, everyone!

20120407-223706.jpg

elleroy was here

I Broke a Personal Record Last Weekend


I am a child of the 80s. And everything that came with it. I listened to homemade mix tapes (usually peppered with Casey Casem’s voice) on my walkman, I wore acid wash Guess jeans with zippers at the ankles and I sure as hell wanted my MTV. I also had about 57 different celebrity crushes back in the day. So when the opportunity to see a whole slew of them (what’s the plural for teen idols? a bevy? a gaggle?) all in the same film presented itself back in 1983, my friends and I stood in line at the movie theater to buy a ticket. Actually, we stood in line four times to buy a ticket.

Anyone remember this timeless classic?

I had a cat named Sodapop. I think that perfectly demonstrates the extent of my commitment to this movie.

It was a golden era. Rob didn’t have a criminal record, Tom hadn’t started worshipping aliens, Patrick was in peak health and C. Thomas hadn’t donned blackface for one of the dumbest, least-credible and most racially offensive movies of all times. Yet.

But, as the film taught us, nothing gold can stay. And time marches on. But I so loved the movie. Which is why I saw it in the theaters more times than any other film in my lifetime. Until now.

Because I now have a daughter who loves movies … and young actors … and interesting stories about troubled kids … stories that get their roots in current kid lit. Which is how I broke my record. Just last weekend actually. When … for the FIFTH time … I saw the second film in the Hunger Games series, Catching Fire.  Here’s its WAY more intriguing trailer.

Now, before anyone thinks I’m an extravagant spendthrift, please allow me to “defend” myself and tell you a little about my five moviegoing experiences.

Viewing #1 – Opening night. A local theater was offering a double feature with the first and second movies. They had giveaways, trivia contests and prizes. Viv and I went together. It was held on a school night. I won the cool mom award that evening. (Paid by me)

Viewing #2 – One month later. My son has actually read all the books, too. And, while he isn’t the super fan my daughter is, he wanted to see the movie, too. So Viv and I brought him. Two times to the same movie isn’t that weird, right? (Paid by me again)

Viewing #3 – Vivien asked my mom (Hi, Mom!) for a movie gift card for Christmas so she could see the movie again. It was one of the top items on her list. And she got it. So what was I to do? (Paid by Viv’s grandmother)

Viewing #4 – Intrigued by Vivien’s obsession with the trilogy (she’s read each book multiple times), my mom started reading the series as well. When she finished the first book, we all watched the first movie (which we, of course, own) on DVD. When she finished the second book, she offered to take Vivien and I to see the movie with her. She knew I’d seen the movie three times already, so she treated. (Paid by Viv’s grandmother again)

Viewing #5 – With the holidays behind us, school back in session and the movie only playing in two theaters in town, I thought my big screen Catching Fire days were done. Then my dear friend (Hi, Heather!) gave us our belated Christmas presents. And what do you think she gave my daughter, her Godchild? Yep. A gift card to the movies which, at Vivien’s request, we used the very night we opened it. (Paid by Viv’s Godmother)

And, with that, history was made.

I broke my own personal record in the category of Number of Times Seeing the Same Movie in the Theater. (Shut up. It is SO a thing.) Honestly, besides getting to see my daughter light up like a Christmas tree five times, I love that I did it  … because I’m pretty freakin’ sure I’ll never get to six.

But then again, the third book has yet to be made into a movie. (sigh) Okay, Vivien. Game on.


For MamaKat’s writing prompt: Write something inspired by the word golden. 

20120407-223706.jpg

Do You Want to Build a Snowman? New Orleans kids sure do!


Here I sit in the waiting room of my family’s orthodontist’s office. As of this month, both of my kids are in braces. (A moment of silence for my checking account, please.) Two kids in braces means I’ll be clipping a lot of coupons, painting my own toenails and eating in a whole lot more for the next two years. But … (wait for it) … (it’s becoming my catchphrase) … (your ad here) … I digress.

Because I did not open up the WordPress app on my phone today to talk about belt tightening. (Stupid belt. I hate that belt.) Actually, I wanted to talk about the weather. Specifically SNOW!

It’s expected here late tomorrow.

20140127-164520.jpg

Don’t believe me? Here’s the proof. And weathermen never lie! (cough)

And that’s a real rarity in my neck of the swampmosquito-infested quagmire … woods. (I can say these things because I’m from here.) In my lifetime, it’s snowed here six times. And I can really only remember the last two times, because my babies were there. And I do mean babies. They were so little.

In 2004, it snowed on Christmas Day. We had a freakin’ White Christmas! That has NEVER happened here before. And it likely never will again. Never mind the fact that Katrina hit the following year. It will always be one of my favorite holiday memories of all time.

20140127-173216.jpg

Four years later in 2008, with Katrina behind us and a new address on our mailbox, it happened again. This time on a chilly December morning right as we were leaving for school. For the record, we were three hours late that day. Even Milo (only 8 months old at the time) joined in on the fun. I’ll never forget that day either.

20140127-164529.jpg

Now here we are, more than five years later. Snow “threatened” us just last week. And it actually came in several nearby cities an hour or two away. But it never made it as far down as New Orleans.

Stop teasing us, Mother Nature. My daughter’s school is now closed tomorrow AND the next day. Her dance class is cancelled. My son’s basketball game has been called off and, amazingly, even his school is closed tomorrow. I have hot cocoa, rubbery boots and strawberries we can use as miniature snowman noses. We’re ready. Please don’t disappoint my little people.

Seriously, my girl’s been singing this song all day.

20120407-223706.jpg

I’m Giving Cheese a Break and Talking About Theater Today


My friend, Kelley, called me this morning. I had just shared a link on Facebook that grabbed her and she wanted to chat about it immediately. For those who don’t already know, I’m a theater freak. To me, there’s no better day than one spent in a theater seeing a great show. While eating high-end cheese. But also being skinny. And having my feet rubbed. Sitting next to Johnny Depp. Or maybe Ellen Degeneres. It would depend on the show. But I digress.

My shared link was all about Broadway Across America, the touring company that consistently brings exceptional (some shows more than others) musical theater to my part of the world. They just announced their 2014-2015 season. And what a season it is.

As I said on my personal Facebook page, it’s the “strongest season we’ve had in a while. Almost every one is a home run. And that’s as sportsy as this theater geek is gonna get.” (So far I’ve called myself a freak and a geek in this post. Very self-deprecating but at least it’s poetic.) Let’s take a look at the season and I’ll offer you my two cents. (Because I have no friggin’ idea what’s going to happen at the Super Bowl. Seriously, who’s even playing?)

Chicago

I’ve seen this show twice on Broadway. It’s one of my all-time favorites. The first time I was lucky enough to see Bebe Neuwirth in the role of Velma and even meet her afterwards. (We took a picture but I’m going to blatantly lie and tell you I can’t find it. Because my eyes were closed. And it’s from, like, 15 years ago so it’s stored way out of reach. Plus I looked fat. Because I was standing next to freaking Bebe Neuwirth!) Each song is better than the last and the show actually made me laugh. So many shows have tired jokes in them. Oh, and I have never seen the movie so I can’t offer any comparisons.

Phantom of the Opera

I’ve seen this show a few times. This music is very pretty and sophisticated. It’s an Andrew Lloyd Webber production for Pete’s sake. But, personally, I like a little spoken dialogue in my show. Mr. Webber and I disagree on this point. Every one should see the show at least once, on Broadway if possible in a stationary production so that the iconic chandelier is at its most grand. Beyond that, I find my soundtrack to be satisfactory. Many will disagree with me here. I welcome other opinions in the comments.

Dirty Dancing

I haven’t seen this show and would normally be a little wary. I am not typically a fan of clumsy adaptations that gets their roots in mainstream cinema. Flashdance, Ghost, Legally Blonde … these don’t usually resonate with me. However, I will somewhat (bashfully admit) that this show intrigues me. Maybe it’s because it’s already filled with music and, obviously, dancing. Or maybe it’s because I was a kid when I actually saw it the first time so it holds major nostalgic moments for me. (Dear Broadway Producers, I would also like to see theatrical mountings of Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, ooh, and maybe Better Off Dead. Thanks, Michele)

Annie

I’ve seen this show countless times. Heck, I think my daughter’s seen it countless times, too. And, yes, we’ll be going again. Confession. I’m pretty sure I can sing every word to every song in the score. Go ahead, judge. One day I’m going to put on a red wig and that old costume my grandmother made for me decades ago and sing my heart out on YouTube for all of you. I expect that my kids will probably be removed from my custody that same day. But I’ll just stick out my chin … and grin … and saaaaaaay …

Once

I have not seen this show. Nor have I seen the 2006 movie of the same name upon which it was based. What I know is that it received eleven Tony nominations in 2012. And then went on to win eight of them including Best Musical and Best Book. It’s a different kind of show, one in which the cast also serves as the orchestra. And a very minimalist set with a bar in the middle of the stage is used.  A bar that, for the Broadway production, actually operated as a real one serving drinks to theater patrons before the show and during intermission. I have no idea if the traveling show will be able to reproduce that charming offering but it’s pretty cool. I’m very much looking forward to this one.

Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat

I’ve seen this show a few times. It’s my exception to the Andrew-Lloyd-Webber-I-wish-there-were-dialogue rule. Joseph is a fantastic show. And I’m not just saying that because Vivien and I were lucky enough to perform in it with a great cast last summer. The show is a clever take on the ancient biblical story of Jacob and his many sons. The lyrics are smart and every song draws its roots from a different musical genre including classic county & western, calypso, jitterbug,  disco, French ballads, etc. We even caught Dave and Dean humming the music under their breaths a few times last summer. And that’s saying something.

Mamma Mia

I’ve seen this show several times, both on and off Broadway. It’s a fun show but, in my opinion, you have to like ABBA. Fortunately for me, ABBA was in frequent rotation on my Dad’s turntable back in the day. Thus, I was pretty familiar with most of the music. Of course, there is an actual storyline, too, so you could go for just that. But some of the songs are pretty shoe-horned into the plot. Which is hilarious if you actually know (and don’t hate) the music. (Confession. One day, I hope to see this show with a bunch of women and gay guy friends. That sounds like a blast!)

* * * * * * * * * *

So, I’ll be plunking down some big dollars soon to renew my season subscription. Fortunately, I’m raising a junior theater freak so maybe I can just blame it on her. “But Dave, Vivien would LOVE to see Annie” …. “Well, yes. I KNOW she’s already seen it, but THIS time I hear the dog’s actually going to go out into the audience and do tricks!”

That sounds believable, right?


This post was written in response to MamaKat’s writing prompt: Who was the last person to call you? What did they want?

20120407-223706.jpg

elleroy was here

‘Gimme’ a Second to Tell You About this Movie


Raise your hand if you’ve ever seen any of these movies.

  • High School Musical? 
  • Encino Man? 
  • Josie & the Pussycats? 

Aww, come on. Don’t be shy. You guys know no one here can actually see you, right? The thing is … if you’ve seen those movies, you’re familiar with Vanessa Hudgens, Brendan Fraser and Rosario Dawson. Or at least you’re familiar with one side of these actors. Please allow me to introduce you to another, completely unrecognizable side of each of them.

There’s a movie opening this week called Gimme Shelter. These people are all in it. Along with James Earl Jones, Ann Dowd and a whole cast of other very talented people. You’ll hardly recognize them, especially Vanessa Hudgens. Think of it as her version of Charlize’s Monster (only she’s the good guy in this one). Take a look at the trailer.

Mel and I were lucky enough to be asked by our friends at Grace Hill Media to pre-screen the movie. (Heck, yeah! I felt special.) The running time for the movie is exactly 100 minutes. And I’m not exaggerating when I say it held my attention from the very first minute to the very last. (You’ll see.) It’s based on a true story so I never felt I could predict the plot line. It surprised me. It made me cry. It made me smile. It made me angry. And (truth?) it made me want to be a better mother. (That’s always a good thing, right?)

It is not a film to be taken lightly.

But it is a film that found me Googling the real story and the real people behind it as soon as the credits rolled. Speaking of which … the film makers employed the use of split screens featuring the actors alongside their real life inspirations.  I always love that. And I wanted to know more, what parts were real and where people were today. I’m weird that way.

And you will be, too.

Gimme Shelter. Plan to see this one. It’s sure to be poised for a few nods. My two cents.