David James Elliott is back!

Well, my darling niece called me today. I think she's as excited as the rest of the fans of David James Elliott. She says to me, "Aunt Maria, you know David James Elliott has been filming a couple of movies." (What the does she think I do, live under a rock?). I politely replied with "Yes, dear, you have mentioned it before along with my online friends." (She forgets that I watch Lifetime too). She says, "Well, don't get too riled up by the title." (How can I get riled up when we're disussing David James Elliott?). I asked her why she thinks I would. The young darling says, "Aunt Maria, Lifetime changed the title to 'Secrets of a Sex Addict'. Well, that did it for me and just started laughing. Naturally, my niece asked what was so funny. I sarcastically replied, "Sex is no secret" - I think my niece thought that I would take it that Lifetime would be showing some movie that belongs in the Playboy mansion.

Sometimes I really worry about my niece. I'm really looking forword to seeing DJE in this movie and just maybe I'll write a little review for everyone from an old bat's point of view.

Maria

Ironically funny...

My ramblings today remind me of Paul Harvey. For you folks who don't know (or too young to remember, let alone not born yet), Paul Harvey was a radio icon.

So, I open up my Google page and one of the daily quotes is this --

"No matter what side of the argument you are on, you always find poeple on your side that you wish were on the other." Jascha Heifetz.

Well, now, I can go about current world we live in or hell, the past for that matter, but wouldn't it be simpler to actually admit that it's nice to know who the enemy is for a change? I mean, really... we all have our difference of opinions. We also have different ways to look at things - hey, wouldn't that mean taking a different path to get to the same place? As I tell my niece, cut through the crap and get to the point.

Speaking of my niece... she called the other day. She was going on and on about watching season 5 of "JAG". HA! Boy, is she a late commer to that - I already watched the entire season at least twice (so far). It was wonderful to actually *tell* her that season 6 would be released in time for Memorial Day! (She's not the only one with her sources on the internet with this stuff).

Oh, since I mentioned "JAG", I have to say that I'm very envious of my fellow Canadian fans catching David James Elliott with a reoccuring character in the new series "The Guard". I sure do hope and wish a US network will be able to pick it up as well, but hey, I might be able to contain my excitement on seeing DJE in a new Lifetime movie coming up (providing Lifetime can stop changing the title).

Ah, and before I finish this long over-due post. I get this e-mail from a friend who found on some sort of holiday website and they say that today is "Get a different name". I have to ask... Why? What's wrong with the one I've got? You don't like it, too bad, never said you had to. It's my name, I like, I was born with it, will die with it and lived with it. If I can live with it, so can't everyone else!

As Paul Harvey always said at the closing of each radio segment... "And that's, the rest of the story."

Maria

Sucker for a man in uniform

Yup, you guys read that title correctly - I'm a sucker for a man in uniform. Especially David James Elliott. Now, I might be an old bat to some folks, but I'm not so old I don't know a good lookin' man when I see one! What? Did you think I was born yesterday?

Ya know, I'm quite proud of myself with this blogging thing. Hell, I even figured out how to put the collage up that my niece sent me from a friend of hers. I just love that young spunky gal, she's a chip off the old block.

Well, I'll be...

Dipped! HA, bet you thought I was going to say 'a monkey's unlce', didn't ya?! Boy were you wrong! I can't be an uncle when I'm a female, so there! Blame my niece for all this, I didn't think that this blogging thing would be so much fun. You guys get comments from me twice today... you lucky dogs!

Now that I figured out how to do this posting thing, guess it's time to step up this ol' lady's education and figure out how in the heck to upload a photo. I should have a few choice words for my niece, but I *guess* I should be nice to her considering the picture she sent me. I just had to share it with all of you. I sure do love a good lookin' man!

Now, I quickly e-mailed my niece and asked her where the rest of him was. Thank GOD she was still on her computer working and not away from her desk because this is what I got back from her...

Now, why can't the boys at the local watering hole look that good? And my niece didn't think I'd know who David James Elliott was... she's not the only female in the family that knows a hottie when she sees one.

Hey, even us fiesty seniors with an attitude can dream.

Howdy! Guess that's a good of start as any

So, my niece called me the other day, bless her pretty little heart. She worries about me all the time and says, "Hey, Aunt Maria, you should start a blog." (Good Lord, thought my niece was eating something awful and was trying to spit it out. What in God's name would I do with a blog, I never even heard the darn things before.) So, I said to my niece, "I don't need any more doggone dust collectors!" Well, what does my niece start doing... laughing her ass off at me over the phone! Now, what in the world did I say that was so damn funny?!

Well, my niece pops in for a visit (she's such a busy little beaver, always a delight to see her) and fires up my laptop (which she bought for me, but that's another story). I asked my niece what in the hell she was doing and tells me 'blogging' ( I was about to blog her up along side the head for cussing at me in some foreign language.) After I threatened to shove a bar of soap in her mouth, she explained this blog thing to me (in between me slapping her on the arm for cussing). Anyway, what happened is that my niece got sidetracked and next thing we know her visit is cut short and God only knows when I'll see her again.

The little witch sends me an e-mail and asks if I started a 'blog' yet. Well, hell's bells! What in the world would a senior lady (with an attitude, as my niece tells everyone) do with a blog, much less say on one. Forget where in the hell would I do this "blog thing"? (She thinks I'm a lonely old woman who doesn't get out of the house).

So, guess I can get my niece of my ass on starting a blog. Now all of yas are just gonna have to wait for me to add whatever to it because, much to my niece's surprise, I do get out of the house. Of course my evenings out pertain to going down to the bar and flirting with all the hotties hanging around.