PHIL COSTIGAN IN THE MORNING 6A - 10A
I'm thrilled that more and more celebrities are wanting to be affiliated with country music. I think it bodes well for our genre. The music is after all, probably more relatable than any other form of music, due to the storytelling nature of it.
What I am repulsed by is the caricature that some of these celebrities feel the need to dress like; I'm assuming in an attempt to "fit into" the culture. Honestly, they need to quit trying so hard. Just be you. No one else can do you. Quit listening to your harebrained stylist, who thinks it would be "edgy" to dress like this. You look like a clown, and it smacks of making fun of country music, in my opinion.
Case in point--both football great, Von Miller and pop icon, Katy Perry both donned some interesting outfits for the ACM Awards last night.
Von's duds weren't that bad. Yes, it was not a "normal" look for him, but the jacket was kind of cool. However, someone should have told him to NOT tuck his pant legs into his cowboy boots. He looked ridiculous.
Katy looked like a cheap, plastic hooker. Sorry, I'm not sorry. I think even Dolly didn't know what to think of the getup Katy was wearing. Someone needs to alert stylists who outfit their clients who are crossing into the country world, that we actually can be edgy, and look stylish, not like heinous caricatures.
I blew through the entire new season of “House of Cards” on Netflix over the weekend. Did you drink it in too? This season is once again, an intense roller coaster of political warfare.
I’m thrilled that Robin Wright’s character, Claire Underwood is getting more screen time, and we’re seeing more layers of her character. It’s added another dimension to the show for me, and I find myself vacillating back and forth between rooting for her, the power couple that is her and Frank Underwood (Kevin Spacey), and wanting to throat punch them both. That’s some great acting, in my opinion, to get that kind of emotion swings out of viewers.
I can’t help but enjoy the parallels between scandals on the show and the real life political foibles that we see in our real headlines. More so in this season than any other previously.
I don’t want to spoil anything for anyone, but suffice it to say, there are some new characters that have been introduced and are sure to provide some stellar storylines into the future.
The show is honestly a sales pitch AGAINST any good-intentioned person to avoid entering the world of politics. It’s such a murky, cesspool of depravity and soul-sucking backstabbers. But yet, we can’t stop watching the show.
And now I have to wait another year for more.
Pace yourselves. It will be more enjoyable.
Admittedly, the Oscars are a lot of fluff and super elitist snobs, but that was exactly the reason why I wanted to watch at the very least, the opening monologue with comedian, Chris Rock to hear his commentary on the #OscarsTooWhite controversy, with no black actors being nominated in any of the major categories. He delivered in a big way, in my opinion, with these two gems being my favorites:
– “Everybody went mad [this year] … Jada [Pinkett Smith] got mad. Jada said she’s not coming. Isn’t she on a TV show? Jada boycotting the Oscars is like me boycotting Rihanna’s panties. I wasn’t invited.”
– “I understand you’re mad. I’m not hating. … Jada’s mad her man Will [Smith] was not nominated for Concussion. I get it … It’s not fair that Will was this good and didn’t get nominated. You’re right. It’s also not fair that Will was paid $20 million for Wild Wild West, okay?”
Another amusing moment for me was when Chris Rock brought out a slew of Girl Scouts to sell cookies to the folks in the auditorium, which made me laugh so
hard, as who hasn't had a co-worker's kid hit you up to buy something for fundraising? It was hysterical to me to see that tradition of helping one's kids sell stuff in the workplace carried over into a hoity-toity "workplace." They allegedly raised over $65,000 from the attendees for the Girl Scout cookies.
Seeing Hollywood starlets shovel Peanut Butter Patties in their mouth, made that bit even more enjoyable.
The first round of performers for the 51st Academy Of Country Music Awards were revealed yesterday (2/25) with the announcement that Kenny Chesney, Carrie Underwood, Keith Urban, Florida Georgia Line and Cam will be taking the ACM stage. Additional performers and presenters at the show will be revealed in the coming weeks. Luke Bryan and Dierks Bentley will co-host the 51st Annual ACM Awards, which will be broadcast live on CBS at 7:00 PM CST on April 3.
In addition to his ACM Awards performance at the MGM Grand Garden Arena on April 3, Kenny will also appear at the Las Vegas Festival Grounds where he is headlining the last night of the 4th ACM Party for a Cause Festival. Underwood will also perform during the 3-day ACM Party For A Cause Festival, headlining the all-female "ACM Women of Country Night" show on Friday, April 1.
Here are the list of nominees for the awards:
Entertainer of the Year
Male Vocalist of the year
Female Vocalist of the year
Vocal Duo of the year
Dan + Shay
Florida Georgia Line
Joey + Rory
Maddie & Tae
Vocal Group OF THE YEAR
Eli Young Band
Little Big Town
Zac Brown Band
NEW MALE VOCALIST OF THE YEAR
NEW FEMALE VOCALIST OF THE YEAR
NEW VOCAL DUO OR GROUP OF THE YEAR
A Thousand Horses
Maddie & Tae
ALBUM OF THE YEAR [Awarded to Artist(s)/Producer(s)/Record Company–Label(s)]
I’m Comin’ Over– Chris Young
Producers: Corey Crowder, Chris Young
Record Label: RCA Records
Montevallo– Sam Hunt
Producers: Zach Crowell, Shane McAnally
Record Label: MCA Nashville
Mr. Misunderstood– Eric Church
Producer: Jay Joyce
Record Label: EMI Records Nashville
Tangled Up – Thomas Rhett
Producers: Dann Huff, Jesse Frasure, Chris DeStefano, Joe London
Record Label: The Valory Music Co.
Traveller– Chris Stapleton
Producers: Dave Cobb, Chris Stapleton
Record Label: Mercury Records
Single Record of the Year [Awarded to Artist(s)/Producer(s)/Record Company–Label(s)]
Burning House– Cam
Producers: Jeff Bhasker, Tyler Johnson, Camaron Ochs
Record Labels: Arista Nashville, RCA Records, Kravenworks
Buy Me A Boat– Chris Janson
Producers: Brent Anderson, Chris DuBois, Chris Janson
Record Label: Warner Music Nashville
Die A Happy Man– Thomas Rhett
Producers: Dann Huff, Jesse Frasure
Record Label: The Valory Music Co.
Girl Crush– Little Big Town
Producer: Jay Joyce
Record Label: Capitol Records Nashville
I’m Comin’ Over– Chris Young
Producers: Corey Crowder, Chris Young
Record Label: RCA Nashville
Take Your Time– Sam Hunt
Producers: Zach Crowell, Shane McAnally
Record Label: MCA Nashville
Video of the Year [Awarded to Producer(s)/Director(s)/Artist(s)] *(Off Camera Award)
Biscuits– Kacey Musgraves
Director: Mark Klasfeld
Producer: Nicole Acacio
Burning House– Cam
Director: Trey Fanjoy
Producer: Trent Hardville
Girl Crush– Little Big Town
Directors: Karla Welch, Matthew Welch
Producer: Amanda Prunesti
Mr. Misunderstood– Eric Church
Directors: Reid Long, John Peets
Producer: Megan Smith
Riser– Dierks Bentley
Director: Wes Edwards
Producer: Jennifer Rothlein
Vocal Event of the Year [Awarded to Artist(s)/Producer(s)/Record Company–Label(s)]*(Off Camera Award)
Hangover Tonight– Gary Allan Featuring Chris Stapleton
Producers: Gary Allan, Greg Droman
Record Label: MCA Nashville
Home Alone Tonight– Luke Bryan Featuring Karen Fairchild
Producers: Jeff Stevens, Jody Stevens
Record Label: Capitol Nashville
Raise ‘Em Up– Keith Urban Featuring Eric Church
Producers: Nathan Chapman, Keith Urban
Record Labels: Hit Red Records, Capitol Nashville
Smokin’ And Drinkin’– Miranda Lambert Featuring Little Big Town
Producers: Frank Liddell, Chuck Ainlay, Glenn Worf
Record Label: RCA Nashville
Wild Child– Kenny Chesney With Grace Potter
Producers: Buddy Cannon, Kenny Chesney
Record Labels: Blue Chair Records, Columbia Nashville
The 51st Academy of Country Music Awards will be hosted by Dierks Bentley and reigning ACM Entertainer of the Year Luke Bryan. The will be broadcast live on CBS from the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas on Sunday, April 3, 2016 at 7:00 PM, CST.
We had my husband’s grandchildren at the house over the Christmas weekend. Well, technically, they’re my grandchildren too, through marriage, so we’ll go with “our” grandchildren. Anyway, Trinity is the precocious one, who likes to do things for others… on her own.
This is not surprising, as she and her older sister have been doing their own laundry since they were six or so, and they have a big hand in the chores around their farm; feeding animals, and cleaning the poo out of stalls. Work is not a four-letter word to them, by any means.
I had been told that Trinity, while only 8, enjoys cooking and has some experience doing that already, so when she asked to make us breakfast in bed, I was hesitant, but open to give her the ability to grow her confidence. So, I just bit my lip and nervously listened to her clatter around out in the kitchen.
She came rushing into the bedroom and whispered… well, it’s a Trinity whisper, so I could actually hear it quite clearly on the other side of the bed…
She “whispered” into my husband’s ear, “Do you have to remove the lids before you turn it on?”
As I took a moment to ponder, what the “lids” were that she was referring to; my husband leapt out of the bed, as apparently his brain was functioning much better than mine was.
I finally realized what she was talking about and joined them out in the kitchen to find this:
Yes, Trinity. You DO have to remove the “lids” before you turn the stove on to cook. LOL!
In the end, the damage was only minimal, and the breakfast was actually quite good, once you got past the smell of burning metal that hung in the air.
Honestly, it could’ve been MUCH worse, so there was no sense in getting angry about it. The fact that Trinity took action and got us involved before it became worse, helped to avoid a huge disaster.
We'll just remember this story and file it away to tell on her wedding day to her future husband!
What makes Christmas “Christmas” for you? I got to thinking about this, because we’ve been pretty low on the snow, and I’m starting to grapple with the prospect that it’s going to be a brown Christmas. Technically, it will be patchy green, as with all of the rain we’ve had, our lawn has seen a revival of epic proportions, but that’s another story.
Does snow make it truly feel like Christmas for you? I have to admit, it sort of does for me. Lord knows my husband is chomping at the bit to get on his snowmobile and tear it up in the yard and on the trails, but snow isn’t the only thing that’s lacking for the vibe I’m missing this time of year.
I miss making the long trek from northern Illinois to Hokah to visit our relatives. We would drive our dad absolutely nuts when we reached La Crescent, as it would be pitch-black dark, and we would begin to holler out the letters as they lit up on the Standard Oil sign. S-T-A-N-D-A-R-D. STANDARD! STANDARD! It was always the little things that we were amused by on that trip, but the sign signaled that we were almost to our grandparent's home in Hokah; a place where oodles of great memories were created.
I miss my grandma, Helen Hoskins. I miss that she made awesome cutout cookies that were slathered with the icing that melted in your mouth and lovingly settled right onto your hips. I miss that she baked an upright lamb cake to celebrate the birth of Jesus. I miss that she always offered the neighbor kids, who were being raised Jehovah’s Witnesses, a slice of Jesus’ birthday cake with an encouraging smile.
I miss that anticipation we had as kids to rip open our presents, which was always made more agonizing because we had to kneel on the hardwood floor in front of the nativity and pray the rosary first.
I miss the music that filled the entire house, as every family member would add to the mix, with either with their voice, or with one or two instruments that they packed to bring home for the Hoskins Christmas celebration.
I miss the scurrying around to get ready for Midnight Mass at St. Peter’s in Hokah. I miss the energy and awe one felt sitting in the old wooden pews, gazing at the deep red poinsettias peppered around the front of the church, with the voices of the choir soaring high in harmony.
I will always hold every choir to the St. Peter’s standard on Christmas. Every former resident of Hokah that came home to be with their family would find their way up the creaky steps to take their old spot in the choir loft. No one could hold a candle to the St. Peter’s bunch when they were at full force.
Many of those members of the choir that I remember have passed on now, which gives me pangs of sadness, but at the same time, I can’t help but think that they are still there at Christmas, enjoying the music, and the families tucked together in the pews.
The wheels of time continue to turn, and things change. What was once a normal experience has now become a memory that I cling to tightly, which brings me back to my initial question: “What makes Christmas, “Christmas?”
I think the answer is not snow. It’s not someone who is no longer here. It’s not watching Jehovah Witness children gobble down a slice of Jesus’ birthday cake.
It’s the memories that we have and the stories told about them that keep that spirit of Christmas alive. Christmas is family, friends, and the journey of life so far.
This is why at Christmas time; I tend to be fairly quiet, with my ears wide open, drinking in every story those who are older than me have to share. I hope to retain those tales, and continue to share them with others when I’m that old person at the table, snarfing cookies mid-sentence.
So don’t lament the lack of snow this Christmas, and don’t roll your eyes when your great uncle plunks down at the table with a frothy Tom & Jerry in hand, and proceeds to tell stories again. Instead, pull up a chair and listen. You could be creating some of the best memories you’ve ever had at Christmas.
According to Forbes, these are the Top 30 Highest Paid Musicians of 2015. You can flip through the pages on Forbes' website HERE, if you want the nuts & bots on each of them. Not surprisingly, Garth is the top country artist on the list.
Are you surprised by any on this list, or any that didn't make the list? Seven and a half country artists made the list of 30... I say "half," since Taylor Swift has switched her focus away from country, for now. Eight and a half, if we count the Eagles.
Some on the list are obviously more flash and performance than legitimate "musicians," but I digress...
1. Katy Perry – $135 million
2. One Direction – $130 million
3. Garth Brooks – $90 million
4. Taylor Swift – $80 million
5. The Eagles – $73.5 million
6. Calvin Harris – $66 million
7. Justin Timberlake – $63.5 million
8. Diddy – $60 million
9. Fleetwood Mac – $59.5 million
10. Lady Gaga – $59 million
11. The Rolling Stones – $57.5 million
12. Ed Sheeran – $57 million
13. Jay Z – $56 million
14. Beyoncé – $54.5 million
15. Elton John – $53.5 million
16. Toby Keith – $53 million
17. Paul McCartney – $51.5 million
18. Michael Buble – $45.5 million
19. Jason Aldean – $43.5 million
20. Luke Bryan – $42.5 million
21. Kenny Chesney – $42 million
22. Bruno Mars – $40 million
23. Drake – $39.5 million
24. Foo Fighters – $38 million
25. Tim McGraw – $38 million
26. David Guetta – $37 million
27. Florida Georgia Line – $36.5 million
28. Jimmy Buffett – $36 million
29. Tiesto – $36 million
30. Maroon 5 – $33 million (tie)
30. Dr. Dre – $33 million (tie)
A large chunk of an American space rocket believed to be from the SpaceX Falcon 9 which exploded after take-off in Florida in June, has been found in the sea off the Isles of Scilly.
The section measures about 32 ft by 13ft. Because of its size and marking, some astronomers think it could be from a different mission.
Joseph Thomas, from Tresco Boat Services, found the section of rocket while going around the north end of the island. He thought at first it was a dead whale that gulls were feeding off of. When he got closer to it, he realized his mistake and attempted to drag it to the shore, but they couldn’t do so because it was so heavy.
Thomas said the piece was covered in goose barnacles and at first it was very hard to determine what it was. He initially thought it was part of a plane, but after scraping off some of the barnacles he saw that it was part of a rocket.
The group that thinks it is not from the June mission have determined that the piece does not appear to be from a rocket that exploded, but normal space junk. Further investigation will determine what it really is from. Either way, it's still kind of cool to see, and crazy lucky that it didn't fall from the sky and kill anyone. Can you imagine?
Phil tells me that there's a stretch of land over the panhandle of Idaho, where planes notoriously dump the waste tank, leaving incredible streaks of poo in the woodlands. I don't know about you, but that disgusts me, and it sounds very illegal. But if I had to pick, I'd rather get beaned by a frozen turd falling from the sky, over a chunk of a space rocket.
I'm not sure why, but if someone wanted to go out and buy all the gifts mentioned in the popular Christmas song “The 12 Days of Christmas,” you’d be paying a little more than you would have for the same gifts last year. The partridge, the pear tree, and the leaping lords took a bump in price, driving the cost up this year by $197.77.
PNC Wealth Management follows what the items in this song would cost a Christmas shopper every year, and this is what they found for 2015:
The combination of the first day, featuring a Partridge, now $25 (up from $20 last year) and the Pear tree, now $189.99 (up from $187.68) so...
- A partridge in a pear tree: $214.99 (up from $207.68)
- Two turtle doves: $290 (up from $260)
- Three french hens: $181.50 (same in 2014)
- Four calling birds: $599.96 (same)
- Five gold rings: $750.00 (same)
- Six geese-a-laying $360 (same)
- Seven swans-a-swimming $13,125 (same)
- Eight maids-a-milking: $58 (same)
- Nine ladies dancing: $7,552.84 (same)
- Ten lords-a-leaping: $5,508.70 (up from $5,348.24 last year)
- Eleven pipers piping: $2,635.20 (same)
- Twelve drummers drumming: $2,854.80 (same)
The grand total? $34,130.99, up from $33,933.22 in 2014. It would cost $155,407.18 to buy the presents every time they are repeated in the song (364 gifts). That’s up from $154,508.08 last year.
I think we can all admit to blowing money on some stupid things. I'd like to think that I can learn from mistakes, but apparently that is not the case; at least when it comes to lipstick. I hope I'm not alone; I mean I can't believe I am.
I have wasted TONS of money on lipstick, that appeared to be a nice shade in the store, only to make my lips look like they would enter the room first. Nasty.
But yet, I hang onto these offending tubes. I have a little basket in a drawer in my bathroom filled with rejected shades. I'm not sure if I'm keeping them, to justify spending the money on them, or if I am exhibiting the early symptoms that will land me on the show about chronic hoarders.
It's not like the shade will eventually work on me, like I hope the closet full of smaller-sized clothes will eventually fit again. *sigh.
I can't believe I'm confessing this stupidity. Somebody please tell me I'm not alone! Do other women do this too?
Despite the overwhelming amount of candy in the aisles of every store this time of year, I have yet to break down and purchase any Halloween candy yet. I know myself way too well. I've eaten entire bags of candy. I mean, they were "Fun Size" after all, so I felt obligated to see just how much fun they were. My mouth delighted in that brand of fun. My waistline and butt... not so much.
I'm intrigued by the new movement for Halloween Trick or Treaters--called "The Teal Pumpkin Project." It would seem that it would serve dual purpose for someone like me who struggles to shut up bags of candy from calling me to eat them.
First and foremost, the Teal Pumpkin Project is a movement to provide safe treats to kids who may have food allergies. It makes sense, as it would seem there are increasingly more and more kids with peanut allergies, or other allergies that can be life-threatening.
The gist of the project is that you paint a pumpkin teal and leave it on your front steps as decoration, signifying that you are handing out non-candy treats--things that will be safe for kids with food allergies. It's a cool idea, and it makes it a lot easier for parents to not have to crush the fun of Trick or Treating for their kids who have food allergies, by having to remove the offending candy from the haul.
But let's be honest here. Parents steal kids' candy all the time after Halloween. Dad "having" to eat a Payday candy bar out of his kids bucket, might be a real treat for Dad, and not just a life-saving measure for his kid with peanut allergies.
At any rate, the Teal Pumpkin Project is a cool idea. I may end up participating, not just to help parents with kids who have food allergies, but to prevent myself from devouring bags of Halloween candy before the day even gets here.
I have long wanted to go to the Minnesota Renaissance Festival in Shakopee. This year, I was finally able to attend. It didn’t disappoint one bit either!
It was my good friend, Linda’s birthday so it was a fitting day to celebrate among the creative souls who participate in the event each year, and enjoy some excellent delicacies and drink.
And there were some fantastic food and beverages on hand for indulging in during the day. I’m grateful that I didn’t know the calorie-count for what I ingested. We walked a lot though, so hopefully that offset some of it.
Needless to say, shopping is amazing with all of the artisans in their store fronts. There are some incredibly talented artists who sell their wares there. If you’ve never been to the Minnesota Renaissance Festival, you will be delighted at the buildings that have been constructed to house the stores and food vendors, as well as the stages. They really add a lot of character to the event.
Speaking of stages, probably the most enjoyable performance for me was the legendary comedy duo, “Puke & Snot.” Admittedly, the original “Snot” had passed away several years ago, but his replacement seems to have melded into the act seamlessly. They really were truly enjoyable and guffaw-inducing.
I was worried that we would stick out like sore thumbs, as we didn’t dress in costumes, as so many do. Honestly, even if I did have appropriate period clothing, I’m not sure I would’ve sported it for the day. I was much more comfortable in my tennis shoes and jeans.
But there were indeed plenty of costumes. Some weren’t even period clothing for the medieval era, which was a head scratcher for me. I spotted several people wearing costumes that could have passed for sport-team mascots. I’ll admit I was quite confused by them, but I suppose if people have enough to drink—who gives a rip, right?
But it was weird. In the parking lot, I saw a guy in jeans and a T-shirt, walking with a woman, who was wearing a tank top and shorts… and a big, fuzzy, pink cat head. I asked Linda how that fit into the Renaissance time. She was unsure too, so we just shrugged it off and kept walking.
Only I spotted more and more of these furry animal costumed folks. I started to flash back to an old CSI episode, in which the team was investigating a crime that involved the kinky role playing where folks rub up against each other like animals, wearing these oversized mascot-like costumes. Ewwww!
Needless to say, we steered clear of these fuzzy folks the rest of the day.
But there certainly were a lot of other fantastic costumes to see. There was plenty of leather accented attire, which I’m a big fan of, and lots of “cups-running-over,” when it came to women’s busty costumes. Saucy wenches were definitely ever-present. Some were even making good use of lack of pockets, by using their cleavage, as the photo to the right shows. I have to admit, I have been known to use my own cleavage as a drink cup holder once or twice as well in my life.
It was another one of those moments, like at a country music festival where those who should don’t, and those who shouldn’t do. If that statement confuses you, let me clarify. Linda spotted a woman who had very veiny boobs. She referred to them as, “Blue Boobs” they were that bad. I missed it, but I wasn’t going to turn around to go get a gander, but bless her heart for having the confidence to jump in and have fun at the festival!
The event is certainly full of some bawdy fun, and you never know what you'll see there... like "the Pope" chattin' up a wench at one of the the wine serving booths. No word on how that all turned out, but he sure made the maiden slinging drinks smile!
Linda and I have already made plans to return again next year to the festival. Maybe we’ll put together our own saucy costumes… or not. The real benefit of such get ups at our age is the additional support of the bosom, but somehow, I have a feeling we’ll just leave those roles to the others. I prefer to people watch—and the Minnesota Renaissance Festival is ripe for just that!
"Queen of the Backup." That was a title that my mother held, and likely still does; only now I’m giving her a run for her money. Yes, I’ve become my mother. When I go to the store, I buy two of something, to ensure that when the first runs out, I still have a “backup” on hand to carry us until I can get to the store again. This plan is quite seamless and rarely there is there a hiccup, unless my husband is involved.
He’s not the best communicator when his toiletries run low and I don’t exactly check out the levels of his stuff, as I’m generally running arse-over-tea-kettle to get myself ready in the morning.
It has come to my attention that he is out of deodorant, not that he told me or anything.
I happened to notice a big ol’ armpit hair on my deodorant this morning. At first, I panicked, thinking, “My God! Has it been THAT long since I shaved?!”
But then I remembered that I have been breaking down and actually running the razor over the offending areas more frequently, mostly because I don’t want stray cats to begin using my legs as scratching posts. I’ll generally hit the armpits more frequently, so this was a conundrum.
Then it hit me. This nasty, long hair on my deodorant had to come from my husband’s arm pit. It was then that I cursed the advertising slogan of this particular brand: “Strong Enough for a Man, but Made for a Woman.”
Well, Bravo!! It doesn’t mean that I wanted his hairy pit to be slathered with my stick!
I went back into the bedroom and nudged his snoring body.
“Hey—I know you used my deodorant. Are you out of yours?”
A fuzzy reply, “How do you know I used it?”
“Because there was a HUGE PIT HAIR on it!”
The bed began to shake with his stifled laughter. Needless to say, I will be making a trip to get him his own underarm deodorant today. I'm sure anyone who was around him yesterday will at least appreciate he found something that worked to supress his "manly" scent.
Has your husband ever “borrowed” some of your products? Did he leave them “tainted?”
I’m not one of those chubby gals who hates on skinny women.
I just hate when skinny women profess they “just can’t eat another bite” in front of the group they are dining with, but when no one is looking, they devour anything in sight.
True story. Recently, I was with a bunch of people and we were all noshing on the delightful dishes everyone brought. One of the rail thin woman was picking at all of the food, but being careful not to actually put much on her plate.
“I’m just not that hungry these days.”
Yeah, me either. Ok, that’s a lie. I’ve rarely passed up a piece of cheese bread, or a delicious pasta salad.
It wouldn’t bother me so much, if this gal was just honest about it. Professing in front of the crowd that you’re “not that hungry these days,” and then I see you shoveling food into your mouth when you think no one is looking is a bit amusing to me.
It’s OK to eat. You’re among friends. Isn’t the rule that if you eat in the company of three or more friends, calories don’t count? It is in my world.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been known to eat a meal on the run over the kitchen sink, (another feat that negates calories, according to my sources) but to profess you’re just not hungry and then I see you snarfing food as quickly as possible when you think no one is looking? That’s just weird.
But I think I finally figured out what was going on with her. She had a date with her, and I’m guessing she was trying to not eat in front of him. Girls these days!
Believe it or not, guys don’t mind seeing that you eat. If they are ever going to take you out to dine on a date, they’d likely want to know that they aren’t wasting their money on the occasion. There’s nothing worse than paying a hefty price for a plate of food at a restaurant only to watch the server clear most of it away at the end of the meal, uneaten.
Ladies, don’t be afraid to eat in front of a prospective boyfriend. If you are going to be that insecure around him, perhaps this isn’t the relationship for you.
Men go through a similar thing in the dating process, only it’s the back end of eating. Literally. I remember when my husband would get up and “check on something” when we were dating. I learned later that it was code for he had to fart.
Long gone are the days of fresh air in our relationship. Toby doesn’t hold back any more. I guess I do miss some things about the early days of dating.
Karl Klug and Isaac Fruechte took a moment out of their busy day today to chat with Phil & Jacklyn this morning. The pair will face off tomorrow on the gridiron in Tennessee. The game can be heard right here on KQ98, starting at 7pm tomorrow.
The discussion this morning however, was A LOT more lighthearted than a professional football game. Take a listen to the chat here:
Exactly one year ago today, my husband, Toby underwent surgery to remove cancer from his body. It was hands down, the scariest day of our lives. Looking back on it now, and how it all unfolded--I don't think I'd change a thing. It truly brought us closer together.
The old saying, "You can't control what happens to you, but you CAN control how you react to it," definitely is applicable in these type of life situations. How we respond in the face of an unpleasant or tenuous situation speaks volumes about us. It's incredibly hard to make a conscious effort to always put your best foot forward, but it's worthwhile to try. You don't want to ruin your reputation with a childish outburst triggered by an emotionally charged situation.
While he rarely, if ever, has a childish outburst, my husband IS a child trapped in a man's body.
"You'll want to empty your pockets of any valuables, Mr. Nuttleman, and let your wife hold them," said the nurse who was about to take my husband for his colonoscopy.
Toby obliged by stuffing his thick mitts into his jeans, then handing me a large stack of shock absorber packers and a little shock tool. I married a motorhead, what can I say?
Admittedly, it wasn't so much what he handed me that struck me, as it was the look in his eyes. I saw fear in his gaze, as he gave me a quick peck on the lips and shuffled off behind the nurse. I wasn't accustomed to seeing that in his steely blue peepers. My heart sank and I prayed that he would be one of the many patients that wake up from the procedure with no recollection of anything--except having to drink that God-awful gallon of GoLytely that I mixed with Crystal Light Lemonade.
I waited. And waited, listening half-heartedly to the conversations of others who had loved ones there for the same screening. Suprisingly, it wasn't all just "older" folks who were in for the "backend-look-see." The ages varied and they weren't all men either.
About an hour later, the same nurse appeared and smiled sweetly as she called my name to come back with her. I was led to a little rooom, where Toby was laying on his side, wrapped up in a blanket, with an IV plugged into his hand. There were monitoring wires hooked up to him as well; very reminiscent of the emergency room heart scare we had experienced just a month earlier.
He appeared to be sleeping, but assured me that he was "just resting his eyes." The nurse giggled and told him that he could get dressed now, if he wanted to, and informed us that it's recommended that he pass some gas before leaving after this procedure.
Toby's eyes fluttered open upon that directive and immediately, he released another one of his epic bursts of flatulence. His eyes were twinkling and the corners of his mouth turned upward with delight. Some things never get old for him. The nurse cheered for his musical abilities. I buried my face in my hands in utter embarrassment.
It wasn't much longer and the doctor came into the room, closing the door behind him. He informed us that he had found two polyps and removed them, which is fairly commonplace during a colonoscopy. I was both surprised and pleased that Toby only had two. But it was the doctor's next sentence that sent my mind reeling.
"We also found a tumor."
What?! I looked over at Toby, who was nodding his head with his eyes closed, like he was jamming out to a song. Was he still THAT drugged up and not hearing what I thought I heard? I whipped my head back over to the doctor and frowned. He repeated the words again, as it was painfully obvious that I was in denial and perhaps Toby was too.
"We found a tumor. It's about an inch in size."
A ringing started in my ears, as the doctor continued to fill us in on the nature of the tumor. In his experience, and based upon the appearance of it, he believed it was malignant. They planned to perform a biopsy, which would give us a definitive answer. By the next day, we would know if we were about to embark on a new journey--battling cancer.
Waiting for the phone to ring with news from a doctor is grueling torture. It is astounding the crazy scenarious that a worried mind can concoct. The call finally came late that next afternoon. The tumor was malignant. Toby had cancer.
After all of the follow up exams and tests, we discovered that the cancer was not anywhere else in Toby's body. We had what seemed to be the best-case scenario for the outlook to eradicate the cancer, as the words, "very curable" passed the doctor's lips during the conversation. It was another reason to breathe easier.
It was also another reason to continue to beat the drum of early detection through colonoscopy exams. I cannot stress enough to everyone reading this just how important that particular check-up is. Toby may not say it, but he knows damn well that if I hadn't forced him to go to the doctor for the exam, he would likely be battling for his life in a matter of a few years.
Now more than ever, given the string of health concerns he's experienced, Toby knows the value and importance of listening to his body and his wife. (He won't admit to that last one, if you ask him.) Think about it--would you rather avoid what you perceive to be embarrassing, or have your life cut short because you can't get past the awkward thought of the exam? Be brave. Male or female--this exam is important. You can't control what happens to you, but you CAN control how you react to it. And sometimes, being PROACTIVE instead of reactive is the best medicine--literally.
The crews are finally starting to lay blacktop in downtown La Crosse, signaling the eventual end of at least some of the ripped up roads being put back together.
People think that I’m crazy when I say, “I LOVE the smell of blacktop!!”
But I do really love it! Smells can trigger memories, and every time I smell blacktop, it takes me back to the Belford Drive-In; an outdoor movie theater located between Belvidere and Rockford, IL.
When we were kids going to the drive-in for a movie was a real special treat. We’d all pile into our Dodge station wagon and head over there. It was so exciting!
When I was about four years old, I remember going there on a steamy hot summer night. They had just finished laying blacktop down and the smell was intoxicatingly good to my young nostrils. It was nice and warm underfoot too. I recall getting out of our station wagon to walk on it in my fuzzy, pink socks.
I also recall my mother’s horror as she saw the bottoms of said pink, fuzzy socks—which were quickly covered in black tar.
Mind you, I thought that was pretty cool. They became grippy-bottomed socks. They actually sell those these days and issue them in hospitals. I was ahead of my time, even though I had no idea what I had done back then.
Regardless, every time I smell blacktop, it takes me back to the Belford Drive-In. Those were good times. I love that smell.
Of course I also love the smell of racing fuel. Perhaps it’s just a petroleum-based product thing?
It’s obvious that men are the driving force behind pharmaceutical companies. First, it was Viagra and other drugs created to help men get and maintain erections. Now, it’s Addyi—a drug intended to improve a woman’s sex drive.
Don’t get me wrong. I love sex; probably more than most men, so the whole topic of sex-enhancing drugs is a moot point to a gal like me, but that’s neither here nor there.
If men REALLY want to turn women on and get them aroused for sexcapades, the answer is glaringly simple—and it doesn’t even involve popping a pill, or rubbing a cream on anything… although a rubdown/backrub will take you miles in the boudoir, gentlemen. (That is a backrub for HER… not you.)
Yes, if a man truly wants to turn a woman on and get her motor revving, all he needs to do is fire up the vacuum cleaner, or cook a meal AND clean up the kitchen afterwards. Seriously. Take some of the load off of your woman, as in a load of laundry that you wash, dry, fold and put away all by yourself.
If you can lessen the amount of work a woman has to do on any given evening, after you BOTH have worked all day, and took care of the kids—you will be making her quiver with lust for you!
Don’t believe me? Share these photos with your wife. Listen intently to her reaction to them. Then pick up a broom or dishcloth and get going. I guarantee your love life will improve dramatically!