Almost Dinner, a Mani/Pedi and a Movie

Did someone say DINNER?

My guy and I ate early, which messed up my whole eating schedule. I'm not quite Sheldon-esque about it, but food and I don't have the best relationship, so I have to be careful not to just blow off eating altogether since it didn't work out according to routine.

I adore anything with a balsamic reduction so I got a steak and started reducing the balsamic. Then I completely forgot about it. What's left of it is now a permanent part of the pot. Arrghh! So I put the steak in the fridge for tomorrow and ate some toast. Meh.

While I was watching a movie, I chopped off all my nails to the quick. I never file them or do anything else "manicure-like" to them. Not long ago, I had to google "cuticle" because I wasn't sure exactly which part it was - LOL! So for the first time,  I opened my manicure kit someone got me long ago. I have to admit I still don't know what everything is for, but I used some of it and even used cuticle creme! Then I polished them a deep true red, Rimmel Burgundy Flirt - no it's not really burgundy - just because a dark color isn't something I would have EVER used on short nails before. I now look like I have little red buttons on the tips of my stubs. But my toes look GOOD wearing NYC Flatiron Green! *grin*

The movie surprised me, though, so that's good. I watched The Skeleton Key with Kate Hudson, Gena Rowlands, John Hurt and Peter Sarsgaard. Ten minutes in, I had it figured out. Thirty minutes in, I was sure I was right. Except I wasn't! I love movies that surprise me. But I also love Capra-esque endings, so I had a love-hate relationship with it overall.

Then it was time for Craig Ferguson and doggie snuggles and everything was right with the world again.

Have a great weekend!

Shout Out for Barbara Stanwyck

I totally realize that some of you either won't know who she was or will only remember The Big Valley, if you remember anything about her at all.  And that's okay.  But I remember.  In my opinion, she was the best actress ever to grace the silver screen. Today would have been her birthday.

She wasn't a great beauty, though the photo to the left certainly  shows her to her best advantage. She wasn't born into an "acting family," heck, she wasn't even born into a functional family, and yet she persevered. She was born Ruby Stevens on July 16, 1907 in Brooklyn, New York into poverty and a broken home.  She paid her dues, probably as much or more than any other actor of her time...or since.

Consummate professional. Perfectionist. At her best on the first take. Loved by director, co-star, gaffer and key grip alike. On time or early, totally prepared, generous in her scenes, the anti-Diva.

There are biographies out there, some flattering, some not, with allegations of strange behavior, of abandoning her adopted son and several other things. Not one of them, however, has anything negative to say about her acting or her professionalism. It's beyond reproach. She was Frank Capra's favorite actress, for Heaven's sake!  If that doesn't say it all, I don't know what does.

Missy, as she was known to family and friends, was nominated for the Academy Award four times, though she never won, and won three Emmy Awards and a Golden Globe. She was the recipient of honorary lifetime awards from the Motion Picture Academy, the Screen Actors Guild, the Film Society of Lincoln Center, the Golden Globes and the Los Angeles Film Critics Association and has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

Of her over 85 films, not including TV series such as The Big Valley, The Barbara Stanwyck Show and The Colbys, I've seen all but two or three of them, though not for lack of trying. Some of my favorites, like Ball of Fire, The Lady Eve, Clash by Night, Meet John Doe, Golden Boy, Stella Dallas and Christmas in Connecticut, I've seen multiple times. Generally even if I like a movie, once is enough, but something about her draws me in. She played a fantastically diabolical evil person equally as well as an uproariously hilarious comedienne. She wasn't afraid to be vulnerable, dirty, without make-up and she refused any "enhancements" typical in Hollywood even back then. If people didn't like her the way she was, that was too bad.

She died January 20, 1990 of congestive heart failure and chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.

There's plenty of information on her Wiki page (here) if you'd like details - and I didn't see anything obviously erroneous there - so I won't go into further detail, I just wanted to give her a "shout out." She didn't get nearly enough of those in her lifetime.

Happy Birthday, Missy!!! You were The Best.