My Top 5 Best Movie Kisses 💋

Hi everyone! I hope your week is going well, although that’s more and more difficult to say these days. Since I figured we all need a break from news and politics, today I want to share with you my favorite kissing scenes in movies. It was very difficult to make a Top 5 because I love all of these movies, but here it goes:

5. Vivian and Edward in Pretty Woman

This movie has a simple plot, yet the characters and the dialogue are so witty and beautiful it became an instant classic, inspiring many stories throughout the years. Edward and Vivian are two jaded people who stopped believing in love. No kiss has ever been as magic as the one they share to express the revelation of their love.

4. Baby and Johnny in Dirty Dancing

I adore this movie, even though it’s the same age I am. I must have seen it a couple dozen times at least, and never get tired of it. If you remember, there hasn’t been much kissing in it, which makes it even more memorable when Baby and Johnny finally show us a proper smooch!

3. Bridget and Mark in Bridget Jones’s Diary

I don’t know if there’s anyone on the planet that doesn’t know the famous story of Bridget Jones, a typical singleton who manages to be awkward, sexy, clumsy and witty at the same time. While Bridget is probably one of the most relatable female characters in modern literature, we can’t say the same about the classy Mr. Darcy, which is rara avis indeed. Yet Bridget manages to win his heart. How can we not be a little jealous on Renée Zellweger  for getting to kiss the amazing Colin Firth?

2. Claire and Jamie in Outlander

I discovered and fell in love with Diana Gabaldon’s books long before Starz made a TV series based on them. While I was reluctant regarding the TV series at first, I have to admit the actors playing Claire and Jamie are incredible, and the chemistry between them is sizzling. There are plenty of kissy scenes in the show, but my favorite is still the one from their wedding night.

Aaannnddd… drum rolls, please!

1. Morticia and Gomez in The Addams Family

I’ve been obsessed with the family created by cartoonist Charles Addams ever since I was a kid. I supposed it’s because I can relate to their unconventional habits, weird sense of humor and overall quirkiness. But what I admired the most was the passionate love story between Morticia and Gomez – one of those love stories you know are going to last forever. They deserve to be #1! 💋

I very much hope you enjoyed this post and if you did, please share it with your friends to brighten their weekend. And even though this is what kissing looks like these days, it’s moments like these that last forever.

Stay safe and healthy!

Fourteen years and a pandemic later…

It is my firm belief that all great love stories start with a spark of madness. I know mine did. My relationship with my husband was like a volcano – for years it burned so slowly and silently no one knew it was there, until one day when it erupted and the hot lava consumed everything in its path. Except there was nothing destructive about our love. All we had was a burning desire to be together. But since many people were opposed to that idea, we did the only thing we could so that everyone would leave us alone: we eloped and got married.

output_IT5Cf3Was it crazy? Definitely. Impulsive? Hell, yeah! Was it wrong? Not by a long shot. It was the best decision we ever made, and the proof is that on April 15th we celebrated our 14th marriage anniversary. We didn’t actually realize we were soulmates when we said our timid YES fourteen years ago, but now we know we were born to be together.

I see a lot of couples going nuts because they’re quarantined together, and I have a confession to make (please don’t hate me!): my hubby and I love it! We enjoy every moment spent together, we find ways to accommodate each other’s schedule, and when one wants to do something relaxing that the other doesn’t care for, we simply go our separate ways and give each other some space. Neither of us are very sociable creatures, and we always prefer each other’s company, so the pandemic didn’t change our lifestyle as much as it did for others.

The only thing that I regret is not being able to go ahead with our plans for this year’s anniversary. My husband is a great fan of André Rieu, and I wanted to surprise him earlier this year with tickets to a concert. But then the coronavirus happened, proving to us once more how much life can change in a month, or in a week, or even in a second.

I woke up a little sad the morning of our anniversary, but when I told my husband why I was sad, he said the only thing that matters is that we’re together and we’re healthy. That alone makes us blessed. I confess I felt ashamed of my shallowness. Here I was, pouting because we couldn’t go to a restaurant, or a concert, while people all over the world were taking their last breaths, defeated by a war with this invisible enemy.

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Husband and wife, fighting on the front line together.  

This was only one of the many precious lessons I learn every day from the wonderful man I share my life with – to treasure every moment, to be more patient, to appreciate the small things and find joy in everything.

What many people don’t understand is that marriage is hard work, but sharing your life with the right person is the most beautiful and rewarding thing. Not because of social status, not because of any obligations, but because finding true love as is rare and precious as an exotic flower. And in that spirit, you don’t need only to discover that flower, you need to take care of it every day, to help it grow and thrive.

I’m sad for all those who don’t get to experience the wonderful, ultimate fulfillment of growing old with the person you love. Loneliness is hard, whether it is by choice or by fate. Not many people are willing to give as much as they get in a relationship. Not many people realize how much – or how little – they have to offer, and have unrealistic expectations from their partners. They don’t know how to be tolerant, how to be altruistic, how to love and be loved. Some think they are entitled to a lot, others are willing to give much more than they receive and end up abandoning themselves completely to someone who doesn’t want or deserve it.

It’s crazy that such a simple but fragile balance leads to so many broken lives. All I can say from my own experience is that not everyone is cut out for marriage, and not everyone wants it. If I’ve learned a valuable lesson it’s that before you make your demands you have to make sure you’re ready to give as good as you get. But not like in a bargain. Like in a partnership. Like in a two-piece puzzle that you want to be part of for the rest of your life.

Be happy, and be loved! ❤

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A different kind of celebration. Happy 14th anniversary to us! 

Time Flies, Be Happy Now by @JoanReeves #mgtab

Time flies. Be Happy. As you begin to read this post you may think I’m just writing down whatever thoughts are spinning around in my brain, but I promise you I do have a point.

I woke up this morning from a dream in which my older son was holding a book. He asked me, “Why do you have this old book? You should get rid of it.”

I went on to tell him it was a book from my mother’s library and that the title came from an incident when Alabama was struck by a huge  meteor storm in 1833.

My mother had told me that her grandmother recounted the incident to her children, telling them it was so bright outside that the roosters crowed as if it were dawn, and the chickens exited the hen house. Everyone awoke thinking it was time to get up and start their day.

Mom had quite a collection of southern literature, and I remember seeing the book in her bookcase. Often, I’d think I should read it, but time flies. Life is too short to do all we want. When my mother passed, I, as the book lover in the family took her books home with me.

While my coffee brewed this morning, I went upstairs to my library and pulled the book from the shelf. Why had I dreamed of this book?

The inside title page shows it was published in 1934 by The Literary Guild in New York. It’s a first edition.

With thoughts of my mother on my mind, I thumbed through the book, thinking that the older I get, the more I miss her and my dad even though they were not the easiest people to get along with—not with each other and not with their children.

My mother and I had our love of reading and of books in common. Unfortunately, she was a perfectionist. It’s not easy having a perfectionist for a mom. She had a difficult time being happy because life is so imperfect. Maybe that’s why I write romance, creating characters who, by the end of the book, have found their way to happiness. In many instances, they learned how to be happy. Learned? Yes. Happiness is a learned skill. Sometimes, it’s a choice we make.

For my mom, everything had to be perfect for her to be happy. That’s rather odd, because when I was a kid, I remember my grandfather—her father—often saying, “Folks are about as happy as they decide to be.”

Many times through the years, I’ve remembered my grandfather saying it. Maybe he was saying it for my mother’s benefit too?

So, my point in today’s post is that it’s never too late to learn to be happy. Even though I don’t read all the books in my mom’s collection, just having them in my bookshelf makes me happy and makes me think about the things that joined us together rather than the things that kept us apart.

As a writer, I spend a lot of time thinking about human nature and motivation. One thing that’s true for fiction and real life is that most of us seem to make the same mistakes as we bumble our way along the road of life.

If you have a hard time being happy, here are a few tips I’ve learned along the way.

1. Never take advice from anyone who’s more screwed up than you.
Everyone likes to give advice, but always ask yourself if the person dishing out the advice is living life more effectively with less hiccups than you.

2. Learn from others because you’ll never live long enough to make all the mistakes yourself. Model their positive behavior and adapt what they did to your efforts.

3. Be patient with those you love, especially when they interrupt you as you’re trying to accomplish something you feel is important, but in the grand scheme of things, it may not be.

4. Spend your time working effectively rather than hard.  Assess what your doing and how you’re doing it so you can keep what works and toss what doesn’t.

5. Enjoy yourself and your life. Have a good balance between work and play.

6. Change how you think about work. If you can think of it in more positive terms, then you may enjoy it more rather than dreading it. This is important since you probably spend more time each day at work than at leisure.

7. Always make room in your life for the people you love. If you tell them, “Not now,” often enough, they’ll go away.

8. Be patient and slow to anger and bite back words that may poison your relationship. Too many people vent their frustration and irritation on those around them. Words really can hurt. Words can kill relationships. If you need to vent, hang a body bag in the garage and get a pair of boxing gloves and go at it.

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Embrace your life and everyone in it.

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I love being an old lady

I love being an old lady.
Really. I do.
I’m no longer a chick (cute, dumb or otherwise), a ditzy broad (although I have my senior moments) and I don’t have to worry about make-up, perming my hair or wearing the latest fashion.
Doors are opened for me. Young men offer me their seat on the bus so I don’t have to stand. Clerks offer to carry out my groceries. Do they think I’m feeble or do they respect me because of my graying locks? Either way, I really don’t care. At least no one has been rude to me in ages and I don’t have to stand while commuting in a public conveyance.
Young women aren’t jealous or derisive of my body or attire. I haven’t felt the sting of another female scoffing at what I’m wearing or sneer at my lack of taste. Maybe they chalk it up to being an old lady, but the reality is that I never had and still don’t have a sense of style.
What is old lady attire?2015-08-02 DH aqua polaroid In case you didn’t know, it’s clean. Comfortable. And convenient. No glittery low-rider pants with hard to find belt loops that always seem to come undone, tight hammertoe-creating shoes, flaking eyeliner and mascara, pokey, push-up underwire brassieres or hand-wash only silk shirts. My usual attire consists of a colorful, somewhat supporting sports bra, yoga or sweatpants, and a colorful ‘scrubs’ top with pockets for my pen and notebook, a tissue or two, and my smartphone. After I slide into my Crocs or Go-Walk shoes (no chance of blisters or bunions), I’m ready to tackle the world.
There are a few negative aspects of being old. I need reading glasses, but I don’t need them for gardening, driving, or scouting rainbows or wild turkeys. I’d rather not have the achy joints, but other than that, physically, I’m in great shape. My heart works well enough that I’m not breathless just walking across the parking lot to the grocery store. My brain still functions fine. I may not remember what I came into a room for, but I know my name and all the important stuff: phone, social security, and credit card numbers.
I’m glad I paid attention to my grandmother. I brushed my teeth, ate well (maybe too well), and still take my vitamins. I have all my teeth, pertinent parts, and can cook and clean better than any woman half (or one-fourth) my age. My advice and/or opinion is still sought (sometimes) and I can crack a joke with the best of them. True, I only get wolf whistles from my husband, but he’s the only one I want them from anyhow. And thanks to that now long gone miserable time of life referred to as ‘the change,’ I no longer have to worry about getting pregnant. Phew!
Do I have any regrets? Duh? Don’t we all? However, I’ve learned that no matter what, I can’t change the past. I can do my best not to make the same mistakes again, can gently urge my daughters, granddaughters – and anyone else who might listen and benefit – to not make rash choices and ALWAYS treat others as they want to be treated.
Yup. Be kind, patient, and enjoy the life you have right now. Tomorrow you may be laid up because of an accident due to road rage. Or without a job or best friend because of hasty or cruel words. Or maybe have a horrible toothache because you didn’t brush your teeth.
I’m hoping I’ll avoid all of the above discomforts because along with getting older, I think I’m getting wiser.
Viva gray hair and wrinkles! I must have done something right to survive the last sixty-something years!

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