I was more impressed by the world's only floating Mcdonald's a few yards away on the Mississippi River. Actually, what's really sad is that the floating Mickey D's is the only interesting thing about the entire city, and I don't even eat fast food.

Single Ladies by Beyonce

A paid in full receipt, the title from the bank, and the aforementioned chauffer.

I don't understand why "christians" are the first to shoot their own wounded?

I don't understand child porn. How can someone be sexually attracted to children? and for that matter, I don't understand child abuse and neglect. How can you hurt a child, and moreover, how can you hurt your own child?

I truly don't understand reality tv? I am not entertained by the misery and pain, or the lack of talent of others.

I don't understand why women who date married men are so surprised when he cheats on them? You can't build happiness off someone else's (the wife's) misery.

I don't understand why when women get behind the wheel of a mini van or an suv, they become the #1 threat to national security?

I don't understand how some people can be both arrogant and stupid?

I don't understand why the people who claim to love you will be the first in line to hurt you?

This, for me, is one of the best screenplays I have ever had the good fortune of watching. This caliber of writing has long since vanished. I have yet to hear better dialouge in any other film. It won an Oscar in 1969 for best writing, but lost Best Picture. But it did win a Golden Globe for Best Picture.

You could not asking for a more stellar cast: Kathrine Hepburn, Peter O'Toole, Timothy Dalton, Anthony Hopkins, and Jane Merrow. What more do you need? Katharine Hepburn won the Oscar for Best Leading Actress.

Plot summary:

In this 12th-century version of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, Henry II of England (Peter O'Toole) and his wife, Eleanor of Aquitaine (Katharine Hepburn), meet on Christmas Eve to discuss the future of the throne. These two are having slight marital problems, as she is kept in captivity most of the year for raising a rebellion against him, and he flaunts his young mistress. Then there are the problems raised by their three treacherous and traitorous sons.

James Goldman won an Oscar® for the brilliant screenplay, based on his Broadway play. It is a tad wordy, but those words are sharp as daggers. The humor is wicked and black and delivered with very dry, dead-on precision. Sparks fly and the screen sizzles whenever Hepburn and O'Toole tango, which is often. Both were nominated for Academy Awards® for their vigorous performances. (She won; he didn't.) There's also an infamous homo-erotic exchange between Philip of France (Timothy Dalton) and Richard the Lionhearted (Anthony Hopkins). Both actors were making their feature-film debuts


This was a tough question for me as I love old movies. I could have also answered, Topper, and mostly all Cary Grant movies. And I am the biggest fan of Audrey Hepburn.

But I must say that the very first movie I saw in the theater was Grease, so I can't complain! It's still one of my top 10 favorites of all time.

One of my closets is where I should go since I have new clothes in there that I have not worn or rarely wear. But instead, I generally head for Nordstroms, Banana Republic, Guess, or Ann Taylor, depending on what I am searching for.

This book is laugh-out-loud funny. This story supposedly the missing gospel about Jesus's childhood as told by is idiot friend Biff.

I thought that I would be offended by this story but the author does a worderful job of keeping Jesus's diety intact. It is not degrading or offensive, or blasphemus at all. I laughed until tears rolled down my face.

You may or may not be familiar with the retailer BeBe. BeBe is a trendy women's' clothing store whose clothes are mostly for clubbing or partying. You won't find anything there to wear to work, unless, of course, you work as a hooker. All of their clothes are tight and shiny and have the words "BeBe" spelled out in rhinestones on nearly everything.

BeBe has an offshoot store for "workout" attire not surprisingly titled BeBe Sport, which in this case is an oxymoron. The same theme applies--everything is tight and shiny. But instead of having "BeBe" in rhinestones, it now has "BeBe Sport."

BeBe Sport, as you may have guessed, is not for working out. (see Eva Longoria modeling Bebe Sport above). BeBe Sport clothes are for gym bunnies. Gym Bunnies (and every gym has them) are those women who come out on the floor in full makeup, perfect hair (usually blonde), with cute, matching outfits--even the gym bag and shoes match, and they stand around hoping to find a date or a husband. Of course, what they don't know is all of the good looking men in any given gym are either gay or married, and often both. (As a good friend once told me, " you've got to suck a lot of d@%k to get abs like that!").

I am ok with all of this, but here is my problem with BeBe Sport. They've opened one directly across the street from my gym and every fat, middle-aged, lonely, blond-from-a bottle housewife within a 20 mile radius now squeezes their flabby ass into these tight and shiny outfits and I am visually assaulted every time I walk in the gym! It's nauseating. I would love to stand outside of their doors with a picket sign showing photos of size 18 women wearing tight belly shirts and spandex pants like those crazy right-to-life people who tout photos of aborted fetuses in front of WalMart.

So the moral of the story is: Just because they make it in your size, doesn't mean you should wear it. This is especially true iIn the case of BeBe Sport. I suppose I should just look at the fact that at least they have taken the right first step and actually joined a gym, but I can't see because I am blinded by the damn rhinestones.....

Paula Dean
I gotta eat!, All that spittin" and dissin' makes me hungry.

Vanilla Ice
Because somebody has to

I like to enjoy the view from my hotel window at the Plaza

My mouth!! I had a lot of moxi as a kid. I would tell you off or blow you off in a minute! If I thought something was stupid or illogical, I had no problem letting you know what I thought at the exact moment I thought it!

I should also mention that ramdomly set fires also got me into trouble by association. I, myself, did not start fires, but my best friend at the time, Rodney, did! And my dumb ass was always with him when he wanted to start fires.

When we were about 5, he talked me into helping him build a small campfire out of toothpicks on the front porch so we could roast our bologna, my ass is still sore from that one. This went on until we were about 15. I am glad to say he has lost is facination with fires as an adult. Thank goodness.

Wild Rice w/ pecans and cranberrys
perfect complement to the lamb

Braised okra and tomatoes

Pear & Gingersnap Cheesecake

Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard

This way I could save on airfare!

My dream ride is in a car that is driven by someone else! I have road rage because I live in Ohio where the only criteria for having a license is the ability to breath and pay the fee (and not in that order). So I would like to have someone drive me around for the rest of my life!!

I am a clothes whore! I am always dressing to impress so it's hard to single out one particular item, but I will say that whatever the outfit, I will have on a pair of high-heeled shoes.