Sunday SmoRgAsbord: A Heapin’ Helpin’ of Deliciousity

When you’re down and troubled and you need a helping hand,

and nothing, oh nothing is going right,

close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there

to brighten up even your darkest night . . .

If the sky above you should turn dark and full of clouds

and that old north wind should begin to blow,

Keep your head together and call my name out loud

Soon you’ll hear me knocking at your door  . . .  From “You’ve Got a Friend” by Carole King

Friends allow us to multiply our joys and divide our sorrows. They offer a listening ear and a shoulder to lean on and, if ncessary, to cry upon.  Love–and friendship–covers a multitude of sins.  A friend is someone with whom we can be ourselves without fear of judgement, without the need to walk on eggshells in their presence. A friend loves us because of our strengths and in spite of our weaknesses.  Friends can be found within our families and our neighborhoods; they can also live on the other side of the country or the world.

Never feel you must limit your pool of friends to those in or of the same age group, social background, nationality, religion or creed.  The common ground we can discover within one another can be astonishing.

A true, steadfast friend is a treasure, a blessing and a delight. Ain’t it good to know you’ve got a friend?

All aboard the final Smorgasbord for this Sunday

We went out tonight to a seafood restaurant nearby. Saw a spectacular sunset on our way there, vivid hues of orange, pink and deep blue–a perfect ending for a beautiful October day.

My sisters are out walking  sweet Miss Hannah, my middle sister’s adorable mixed breed dog (she of the silky, fuzzy ears and the big brown doe eyes).

I’ve done my nightly ritual of cleaning face, brushing teeth, slipping into my PJs and getting as comfy as possible. Benny got home safe and sound with all pets doing well, I am happy to report.

I thought I would leave you with one last Sunday Smorgasbord–if you all don’t mind. And somehow, I think you won’t . . .

Early Sunday Smorgasbord: Dig in!

Armitage Angel Faces

The man is beautiful, obviously. But there  are times when he’s been–angelic looking. Even if the character is a rotter, he can still look like he’s just dropped in from the clouds above with those heavenly blue eyes and the sweetness of that smile. He really does take your breath away. Just a few examples of Armitage’s angel faces.

‘Cause I need a little sweetness . . .

Right this very minute.  Between allergies, aches and pains, mortgages, lack of insurance and assorted RL stuff, I am feeling a little overwhelmed. At least my hair is nice, clean and full of body, if in need of a trim. You have to appreciate life’s simple pleasures.

Anyhow, here’s some images of a certain sweet actor and sweet, tender, vulnerable moments with his characters.

More of a certain shy Yorkshire lad . . .

I grew up on a farm, and I still live on part of that original farm, in the old pecan orchard. I love the scent of diesel fuel in the morning. It reminds me of my daddy and his beloved John Deere tractors. I enjoy visiting the city and taking advantage of museums, restaurants, festivals, shopping and so forth, but I like my country life, as inconvenient as it occasionally is. So for this reason and more I do have a soft spot in my heart for a certain shy, awkward, sweet Yorkshire farmhand.

More of the good guys . . . now that the cat’s freed my arm

Her Royal Highness Queen Puddie has been hanging out with me–actually hanging over my arm and occasionally climbing up on my chest between my head and my laptop. As the saying goes, “her daddy wasn’t no glassmaker.” It’s a little hard to see the screen when a large, fluffy cat is in the line of sight. Anyway, here are some more images of Richard’s good guy characters . . .

A lothario, a sexy knight, a shy sheep farmer and a TDHBEW with great thumbs walked in . . .

Sprucing Up Armitage: TAE Word for the Day

Not that I think Richard Armitage actually NEEDs any sprucing up, but it did pop into my email today and some of his characters have undergone transformations . . .

Spruce: (verb) to make neat or dapper (often followed by up); to make oneself spruce (usually followed by up).(adjective) Trim in dress or appearance; neat, smart, dapper.

Before his wedding to Carol, Yorkshire farmhand John Standring traded in his crop of unruly curls and coveralls for a haircut and a new suit. He looked very spruce.