Dirk Benedict

Yes, the late 70s were an "odd" time to say the least, and yes we did find him attractive in our early youth, way back then. Bear in mind the hat could always be taken off....

Happy Halloween!

Wish us luck!

THE WAY IT WAS Hope Lange answered a “Help Wanted, Female” ad in a newspaper in the 1959 film “The Best of Everything.” (She got the job, but not with this suit.)

We have a job interview this morning!!!!!!!!

Cocktails at eight.

So it's the new economy, and we're not above schilling here in the ilduce household. Times are tight and we need to keep ends together. What started out as a favor to our favorite younger sibling, albeit rather sordid sounding, a 'cash-for-gold" party to support our brother's latest business endeavor, and to bring in some much needed cash into our still unemployed household turned into quite a suave affair with good friends old and new in attendance.

As we mentioned in our earlier post regarding the demise of "Gourmet" magazine, we've become quite curmudgeonly and had forgotten how much fun entertaining could be. In particular how much lighter in the nerves it is to host only for cocktails. No meal to prepare no table to set, just a well stocked bar, a few canapes, all ingredients readily on hand and then all energy left to conversation and primping. All in all a delightful Sunday evening. We are heading towards slumber in a happy state of mind.

And it turns out the idea is not so out of step, in the course of the evening we received reciprocal invitations for a both a vitamin and a Tupperware party. Who knew?

Please excuse the lack of posts.....

We've been hit hard with double shifts lately, ridding ourselves of an alcoholic room mate and most dastardly distressing, an inquiring letter firm the IRS!

In order to cope I've been ignoring everything and throwing myself into gardening. Thus far I've dug up and replanted all four flower beds, reseeded the lawn and moved two mulch beds...

hopefully some good will come of it all!

Gourmet Magazine to be no more....

I heard yesterday on NPR that the venerable Gourmet magazine is folding. It was rather depressing to see yet another icon fall by the wayside. I started my subscription fresh out of high school and it was definitely a formative influence on how my cooking, entertaining and table decorating tastes grew.

Alas years of catering drudgery , following a weight lifter's diet and generally being an all around curmudgeon have withered my dinner party gene, but I still found it pleasant to peruse one of my Gourmet cookbooks whenever I stumbled across them on the shelf. Call it food porn. I'm sure there will be an online presence but it won't be the same.

Nancy

What fresh hell is this.....

It's room-mating season again, as my latest tenant is moving out. The ad is below if anyone knows of anybody moving in or to Boston......

http://boston.craigslist.org/gbs/roo/1404180397.html

Then again.....

maybe I just need to eat more donuts....

Sorry but I'm a bit busy....

God, Give us the grace to accept with serenity
the things that cannot be changed, Courage
to change the things which should be changed,
And the wisdom to distinguish the one from the other.

Much too much, against my will I've had an alcoholic fall into my lap just as her life is falling apart. So far we've been though job loss, denial, transference, lying and theft.

Lord knows, and anyone that knows me, will tell you that if you ever find yourself in the position of having to rely on the kindness of ilduce to get by, things are much more dire than you could possibly imagine.

Hopefully I'll be getting my sense of humor back and posting sometime soon.

Why don't some of my best friends tell me these things?

No wonder I can't find a man, no one told me to look for a Bultaco first. I've been wasting my time hanging out in non-Bultaco biker bars......

Ummm, .......Bultaco????

It's a running theme.......

Now that I've got the intro to Good times" out of my head, the theme to "Maude" has settled in. Not that it's a bad thing.......

Not the lecture I need to hear...

After having imbibed last night......

Maybe it's the continual endorphin high from all the working out.....

Or possible some reverse spring fever brought on by the change over to Autumn, but DESPITE my recent reminder that all men are lying scheming pond scum, I can't seem to cut the "hope" out of my system. I am constantly finding myself flirting, smiling, and making eye contact against my will. While it's definitely increasing my tips, I am not sure I am fully on board with where it may lead. WTF?????

I am comfortable with bitter. Bitter is where I live. What am I supposed to do with this mess????

I was looking for a video of the Andrews Sisters performing "Bei mir bist du schon"....

But this looked too good to pass up.

Maybe Jason's right...

I also did not realize that Ja’Net Dubois (Wilona Evans) wrote and helped sing the theme song "Good times".

Yet another memory.

And a little too close for comfort at the moment! The unemployment shirt is starting to chafe.......

Thank TJB for the memory

And just where is Debralee Scott these days?

It's not personal, but.......

It seems that Match.com has caught on that I had been locked into a ridiculously low rate for the past  few years, thus making it unnecessary to cancel my personal ad with them. Aaah that bored afternoon when I composed it many years ago! Oh such a hopeful endeavor! My little ever hopeful heart thinking that actual dates might result.

Several thousand "views", many random, and often incredibly misspelled or very oddly worded, email conversations(mostly with agoraphobics or liars), and yes even a few actual in person BAD dates later, Match.com is trying to raise their subscription rates.

I'm not sorry to say that even the entertainment factor they might have offered isn't worth the price in my unemployed budget. Besides, as I've recently discovered, as old fashioned an idea as it may seem, you CAN still pick up men in bars these days. Who knew?

So take a last look fellas, I may as well bring my viewing numbers up before it closes:
http://www.match.com/profile/showprofile.aspx?lid=1000005&TP=U&Handle=bibliophole&uid=cygUhMgRUURLuQOmSEwU9g==

What they have in common.....answer.

Attila the Hun

Jack the Ripper

Winnie the Pooh



"THE" as a middle name...........

Sound advice!

And just in time for our date tonight!!! Monsieur TJB is back in the advice business!!! See:
Stirred, Straight Up, with a Twist.: Weekly Feature #7

Kindred spirits.

We had a date last night where our companion brought up the old Mary Tyler Moore spin off series "Phyllis". It was the first time we heard the show mentioned in live conversation rather than online in our little "Fabulon" circle.

We've taken it as a very good sign!!!!!!

Sorry I'm not home...

But I've been inundated with waitering shifts this week. Please leave a detailed message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

Love ya!

Mean it!

What do they have in common?

Reunion - Life Is a Rock (But the Radio Rolled Me)

Need I add anything here????

We are going hunting tonight.

Wish us luck........

Have we ever seen them together at the same time???

Think about it.......

Dash Riprock

Just say "prruuuuune"

Ann Margrock

Remember her name.

Whos that eatin that nasty fruit?

I would constantly ask this question, apropos of nothing, while at work. Surprisingly (or not, I worked in a office full of middle aged lily white librarians) no one ever got the answer right..

Which one are you?

To quote Grover.....

Tickling is also exercise.
And who doesn't like a little slap and tickle........

Gin!

It's what's for dinner....

Gratuitous flesh....

We took a a few assessment shots at the gym yesterday. I'm very happy to say, that after several years of hard work, I am finally beginning to see the size and definition I've been striving for!

Bo and Luke Duke

As far as I'm concerned the entire crux of the show is captured in this little montage,a t lest the entire reason that I was watching it as an impressionable youth......

Jenny Piccolo

Just sayin'.........

Gwen Guthrie - Ain't Nothing Going On But The Rent

True then. True now. True tomorrow....