Whistling Dixie

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This weekend had highs and lows. A bright spot: Someone won the Masters who was not named Tiger. This person also doesn't have creepy Nike commercials running on TV where he looks into the camera with a pervy dead-eye stare as his deceased father gives him advice from the grave. Yay for Phil Mickelson.

A low point of the weekend? The loss of one Dixie Carter. I adored her. I grew up watching Designing Women, a show that made you proud to be Southern, even if you had absolutely no connections that would gain you entrance to the DAR. Dixie Carter (not to be confused with Linda Carter, who played Wonder Woman and only wore spandex, a fabric Dixie Carter wouldn't be caught dead in) played the role of Julia Sugarbaker, a fiery liberal feminist who was an interior decorator and was like something Shakespeare would write. Here is her most famous riff.

And another fave.

I think I like it because it's so true.

One of my favorite characters was Bernice, an older friend of the Designing Women.

Her comedic timing is priceless. You're either born with that ability to deliver a funny line or not.  She is awesome.

This weekend I saw Date Night. It was cute. The local paper gave it a C, and I have to agree with their review for once. It doesn't have a strong plot or script, but Tina Fey and Steve Carell make the movie.  It's a little slow moving, and about 10 minutes after they run into the bad dudes and all their problems start there is this CLEAR (and weird) moment where you're like…um, you're sitting there talking to the police and there are the bad guys. Why isn't the movie ending right now? Made no sense, but I guess they needed to fill another hour and a half. Another thing that didn't make sense was that Tina Fey, a worn out working wife and mother wore 4 inch heels through the entire movie. I don't know many worn out wives  and mother (or even exhausted cross dressers) who wear 4 inch heels. It didn't fit the character.

This weekend I also ate a ridiculous amount of bread and fried food because it marked the end of eating as I know it. I'm officially back to gluten free. I've tried to outrun it. Tried to live in denial. But this time…I'm accepting defeat. At one point this weekend I literally held up a hot roll and told it goodbye. Bread…we've had a lot of good years together. And I can't even talk about cereal. To lose bread and Dixie Carter in one weekend–well, it's been hard.

Have you seen this video of the dog singing to the crying baby?

I love that. I love how committed that dog is. I mean, he's in the zone. He's so focused. Reminds me of me when I eat queso teach. Or  shop for shoes write books.

I don't know why I spend my time worrying about the Olsen twins, but I do. I mean, if this isn't a cry for help, I don't know what is. I mean, I know you were scarred from growing up listening to Uncle Jesse's singing and Uncle Joey pulling quarters out of your ears, but girls, what the HECK are you wearing? And why? I have ten year old Hanes sweats that look better than this.  I just think life is too short to be living like a  Tim Burton character.

For those of you who watch Glee, don't forget it's now Tuesday nights. And it starts this Tuesday. Are you ready for it? I know I've got my spirit fingers warmed up!  And also don't forget this Thursday is the last day to enter in the contest to win a book from Nicole O'Dell. You don't want to miss that. I have so missed Sue Sylvester.

Happy week!

JEN