I watched this film this weekend on HBO. It was the first time I’d seen it uncut, so it was almost like watching it for the first time.

Good movie. Well done. Must’ve been, because I wanted to KILL her husband, lol.

And there was actually only one part that made me lift my eyebrows and say, “Oh, come on, now. No way!”

Nooo, it wasn’t the part about old witches living in an apartment building in New York. I could buy that. It wasn’t the demonic rape, or the woman going through an agonizing pregnancy and still sticking with the same doctor. It wasn’t even the idea of the devil’s child being born to a human.

What was it?

The idea that anybody—ANYBODY—in their right mind would actually lease an apartment being offered by Elisha Cook Jr.!!

Come now. Would you rent from this man??

The author of this beautiful book, Sharon Cullars, is in danger of losing her home.

After losing her job and struggling financially, her house is being put into foreclosure, which would leave both Sharon and her mother homeless.

These are hard times for everyone—believe me, I know. But I think every little thing we can do for others helps make the burden a little lighter for us all.

Information can be found HERE and HERE.

Thank you.

Here’s hoping everyone made it through the hustle and bustle of the holidays with fond memories and lots of great gifts.
Happy 2009!!!

I’m blogging at the CHICAS site today. Please join us.

There’s a saying we have in this old sports town, whenever one or more of our sports teams fails to live up to expectations (which is, of course, every year, lol). I swear, we could print teeshirts with our little motto, and never have to buy another team jersey, because it would cover all the bases.
The motto?

MAYBE NEXT YEAR.

Every time I hear it on the local stations, I want to scream. It doesn’t imply more effort, or working out the problems, or trying different approaches. It implies that we just wait yet one more year (and that “one more year” has stretched into decades, btw) for the Gods of Good Fortune to smile on our sad little city.
Did I mention that it makes me want to scream?

I’m not going to pretend it’s been a good year. This home team pretty well got her ass kicked. Seasons like this leave you bewildered, looking for reasons…lost. But if survival counts for anything, I guess the game’s going on. Even if this season has ended.

And who knows? Maybe I’m wrong about that screaming thing.
So wtf.
Maybe next year…

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