Sunday, January 19, 2014

Flowers In the Attic Remake

*Spoiler Alert* If you've never read Flowers In the Attic or seen either of the movies, then stop reading unless you want spoilers**

I was so excited when I read that Lifetime was remaking V.C. Andrews book Flower In the Attic. This book was so legendary, so gothic, so much a rite of passage for young girls.

I remember exactly who introduced me to her books. My friend Atlee from 7th grade. She was reading it in Pre-Algebra and I saw the cover and was immediately intrigued. She lent me her copy when she finished. She was another fast reader like me.

Talk about the books being an early education! While my mom was never one to ban me from reading books, she didn't want me reading books with sex in them. If you've ever read one of V.C. Andrews books, you know sex is a staple in it. Still I got to read the books, and was hooked. I read all of the Dollanganger series, the Landry, the Casteel, Cutler, well  all of the books.

I even watched that horrid, cheesy movie from the 80's Flowers In the Attic. Kristy Swanson was awesome, in a cheesy way. Who can forget, "Eat the cookie Mother!"

Last night, I was let down. The movie was better than the original 80's one, but still it felt rushed. I think it should have been a 2 parter or 3 hours. Ellen Burstyn did a good job as the grandmother, plus Burstyn is a great actress. Heather Graham played the vapid mother okay, I think she fell flat though. She just didn't bring enough to the character. The kids playing the twins were just background noise. I wish they had showed just how much Cathy and Chris became surrogate parents more. At least in this one, they actually showed the incest part. And told more about how the mother and father were actually half uncle/half neice.
Plus Bart, the swan bed!!

All in all, it was an okay remake. For Lifetime standards. Now they are working on the sequel book, Petals On the Wind. That one will be interesting.

Did any of you watch the movie? What did you think? Have you read the books as an adult?

Thursday, January 17, 2013

My January Ipsy Bag

I've got a confession to make. I have a new addiction. An addiction to those monthly subscription boxes. You know the ones for surprise beauty or food items.

I got my first one today. 

From the website:
Each month, subscribers will receive a beautiful Glam Bag with deluxe samples and full-sized beauty products. Members can watch and play along with the stylists with the same products that they are using. All for only $10 a month!
I love getting cool beauty products to try out and experiment with. Especially things those expensive things I would never buy for myself.

My Ipsy package arrived in a cute bright pink envelope. Inside were my products and my cute black make up bag.
A good size bottle of Josie Maran Argan Oil moisturizer.  A purse size bottle of Big Sexy Hair spray and play. I love Big Sexy Hair products. My stylist uses them on my hair and I adore them. Finally a nice eyeliner brush.

There was a tube of Pacifica Blood Orange Body Butter. It smells super good!

A bottle of Nailtini nail polish. Mine is a nice nude color.

This is what the inside of Ipsy bag looks like. So cute with the stars. I know my teen daughter will eventually end up with this one.

All in all, it was a pretty good first bag from Ipsy. I'm already excited to see what my next bag will be like.

Are you an subscriber? If so what did you think about this months bag?

*please excuse my crappy pictures. I had to use my camera phone since my camera is dead. :(

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

July 7th 2012

It's taken me a while to think about how to write about this.

A few months actually.

The day after I posted about my father being in the ICU, he took a turn for the worse. My brother and I had talks with all his doctors on what his chances of recovery were.

If we removed all the life support.

The vent.

The drugs.

The dialysis.

What were his chances.

He would die is what they said.

The brain scan had come back. It was not good. He had little brain function.

On Saturday the 7th, when my husband, my brother and I arrived he had already gotten worse.

Much worse.

He was having seizures. It appeared that he had stroked at some point because he was bleeding from his ear.

We talked and made the hard choice to end life support.

Actually since my dad had made me his medical power of attorney I had to make the choice and sign off.

It was not something I took lightly or did flippantly.

The man that lay in that hospital bed was not my daddy. I think he had already left his body when he coded that Tuesday morning.

I'm trying not to cry as I write this. I broke down that Saturday when I came in and saw him having seizure after seizure. Seeing him bleeding from his ear, looking jaundice. Seeing and hearing his breathing sound like a rattle.

After I signed off. they removed the vent, the IVs, and cleaned him up some more.

My husband refused to leave his side. Saying he didn't want him to be alone when he finally went.

My brother, his wife and I took turns until we knew it was his last moments. Other family members came in and said their final good byes to him.

Telling him to go rest.

Go be with Helen, my mom and his 1st wife.

He left this world at 4:30 PM. Or as my brother and I said. time for a coffee break.

I still have moments when I forget he's gone.

Where I find myself saying "gotta give Daddy a call."

He was only 69 years old. Much too young in my opinion.

His last words to me were on Monday July 2nd after he had his surgery.

He said "Love you girl. You girls drive home safe."

I'm angry that he is gone and he and my brother didn't have a chance to make peace.

Angry that my brother didn't get that chance to speak to him.

Angry that a family member caused that rift between father and son by lying and being deceitful and feels no guilt nor shame in it.

Angry that my father is gone. We had just began fixing our relationship with each other.

I just wish he was still here.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Just Breathe

I came down to Mississippi last Monday so my dad could have a vein procedure. His veins had become blocked and he needed to have one side cleaned out. He had already had the left side done 2 weeks prior.
He had been on some blood thinners and he stopped taking them so they could do the same thing to his right side. Well come a few days before the surgery the left side started bothering him again. His leg started hurting and his foot started going to sleep and causing him alot of pain. He had me take him to the hospital on Sunday July 1st, the day before the surgery.
They couldn't find a pulse in either of his feet. The sonogram of his veins showed a complete blockage of his left leg in the groin area. In fact of the 3 veins that run from your knee down, only 1 of those is still working. His heart doctor said the other 2 quit working years ago.

So they do the surgery on Monday morning. Me and a family friend went down to Jackson from Winona. The surgery went well. He was in alot of pain but doing good.

At 2:30 in the morning on Tuesday, they call, he coded and was bleeding from his abdominal walls. He needed 4 units of blood. I got to the hospital as soon as I could. He coded again at 9:30 again and they had to do CPR. They got the bleeding in his abdomen stopped finally. But he was unconscious and on a vent. On Wednesday his heart began racing over 200, so they had to shock him. It happened again yesterday but he came out of it on his own.

It is now day 6 of him being in ICU and day 5 of him being unconscious. He has a team of doctors working on him. His heart doctor, a pulmonalogist, kidney doctor, neurologist and more. They started dialysis this morning because his kidneys seem to be failing and his numbers dropped dangerously low last night. His neurologist is cautiously optimistic right now. His defensive reflexes are good. He has been opening his eyes today, but he doesn't look around just stares at the ceiling.

It has been a long long long 6 days. We really thought we were going to lose him Tuesday. But he is still hanging on.  I called my husband and had him drive down from Missouri to be with me. I never knew just how many friends my dad had until now. He has had a constant stream of visitors coming to see him. Many people I hadn't seen since I was a little girl. Family that I hadn't seen in years have come to see us.

I am hoping and praying that he will completely recover and wake up. He has too much to live for to just give up.

Please tonight if you pray, say a prayer for my dad, William. Or send us good thoughts and vibes.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012


I don't think this picture needs many words to describe it. I'll just take Alex Pettyfer, maybe Channing Tatum. He can just sit there and be pretty. No need to speak, just shhhhh... be pretty!

I once went to a Chippendales show. Back in the mid 1990s. I must say it was AMAZING. I won a lap dance from all the guys. Those were the days of being 19 and single and able to throw dollar bills on the stage to sexy sweaty men.

Now days I'll settle for watching these lovely men grace the big screen. Let's all hope and pray it comes to IMAX 3-D, huh ladies.