In honor of the upcoming Academy Awards, I thought I’d start the ball rolling with movie-related themes, so here are Five Favorite Movie Scores. Now, these are just simply some of my favorites, ones that I find myself humming after I’ve heard them, or singing along to when I’m in the car on my own – I’m not claiming that they are the five best! There is a lot of wonderful movie music out there, so please weigh in with your own Five Favorite Movie Scores!
Here they are, in alphabetical order of the movie.
Dr Zhivago (Maurice Jarre)
Gone With the Wind (Max Steiner)
Indiana Jones (John Williams)
Lawrence of Arabia (Maurice Jarre)
The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly (Ennio Morricone)
Yesterday I tried to bake a red velvet cake.
It was supposed to turn out something like this, which is the red velvet cake I made for Valentine’s Day last year.
But it didn’t.
I used the same recipe as last year – and the same baking pans (at least I think I did).
It looked more brown than red.
It overflowed the pans (fortunately I’d put a baking sheet on the shelf below the pans – unfortunately I’d filled them to the top without thinking instead of saving some of the batter for cupcakes or something else)
One of the layers sank.
The same layer that sank refused to exit the pan gracefully (oh yes, I remembered to grease and flour the pans) .
It looks so bad that I am too embarrassed to take a photo of it.
Fortunately the frosting helped cover some of the flaws.
But it looks rather lopsided.
I obviously did not inherit Grandma Saunders’ cake-baking gene (but I’ve known that for a long time).
Ah well – at least it still tastes good!
It’s Friday and it’s Valentine’s Day. So of course today we have to look at love.
I got up a little early this morning and surprised the family by decorating the kitchen (I surprised myself by remembering where I’d put the decorations when I took them down last year!). Even daughter got up early, so I was able to make her a special breakfast before the dog appeared, closely followed by Dad, and then we opened our cards (we tend to go for the goofy rather than the lovey-dovey in our family) before she left for school.
I’m the PTA high school coordinator, so I followed her in to school armed with a heavy bag of Valentine’s candies and put them in a big bowl by the Office for the kids, with a Happy Valentine’s Day from your PTA sign. It’s hard, sometimes, to find ways to show our teenagers that we care for and appreciate them without making them feel awkward, but I have a feeling the Hershey’s hugs and kisses will disappear during the day as the kids make their way between classes.
Here are five of my favorites on the theme of love.
Novel: “Pride and Prejudice”, Jane Austen
Opera: “Madam Butterfly”, Puccini
Poem: “The Sun Rising”, John Donne
Song: “Can’t Help Falling in Love”, Elvis Presley
Do you have your own Five Favorites?
I enjoy looking at those “Throwback Thursday” pictures such as old-fashioned implements (“Hit like if you remember using one of these!”), and kindergarten classes (Johnny and Susie, and that kid who was always picking his nose), and street scenes (Main Street around 1913 with Doc Harding and his new Model T in front of the General Store): I’m also intrigued by all those “Ten Best” lists that folks compile of just about anything you can think of.
So, because it is February, and because it is Friday, and because I love alliteration, I came up with the idea of my own “Five Friday Favorites.”
Fifty years ago today, four young men from Livepoool, sporting scandalously long hair, arrived in the USA. The Beatles – John, Paul, George and Ringo – took the country by storm, and their songs have become timeless. So, here I go with my first Five Friday Favorites – Songs by The (Original) Fab Four!
These are just five of my favorites – I’m not claiming they are the best, but I still remember the words (kind of), and sing along to them when I think nobody is listening! Everyone has their own Beatles favorites, so please go ahead and add yours in the comments.
In alphabetical order, here they are:-
Can’t Buy Me Love
Here Comes The Sun
I Want To Hold Your Hand
When I’m Sixty-Four