Songs to help with morning sickness

First, a declaration of intent through the grapvine.



Then, a reminder of being well, young, thin and ready to go get it.



These are lifting me up as I waddle through the first trimester, exhausted and icky. And so devastingly happy.

Hugs ya'll.

:)

Mrs. Hall, not just for gays anymore

I've not posted in a week? WHOAH!

well, here's to Neil Patrick Harris and his awesome Tony opening :)

I don't really think he's sorry, do you?

and for those coming directly to the blog, here he is, a wee bit smaller.



Yeah, me neither!

"Hey! She's not wearing any pants!"

"Hey! She's not wearing any pants!", is what my kids said when viewing the following video.



Have a good weekend all!

It's time . . for some REO

I want everyone to know that I do, in fact, read the comments. I've been so busy I haven't had time to comment back. And then, when I do have the time, I've lost what I was going to say. But let me say thank you, thank you for speaking up. And thank you lurkers, you guys rock too. :)

That being said, here's a rather dark song from R.E.O. Speedwagon called "Golden Country" I don't think R.E.O Speedwagon gets enough credit, they have rocking songs but lack the fucked up lead singer that make most bands of this era legendary. They are earnest, have awesome lyrics and have lengthy guitar solos. So raise those lighters people, give up the goat, and let's get to it.

Pancake picks a song

"Hey Pancake-what song should we put on the blog??!!" says Mom.

"Candy Mountain!" Says she.

And so it is . . .




In the big rock candy mountain . . .

:)

When you wake up tomorrow, will you still feel the same?

Had an awesome night last night. Double date with good friends. Laughing, boozing and eating really fine cuisine. Woke up with my make up still on. Hair still curled and slamming. Got me thinking about this song. Which asks the question"

"When you wake up tomorrow, will you still feel the same?

So? Will you?



THERE'S A VIDEO ON THE ACTUAL SITE OF MRS. HALL THAT DOES NOT APPEAR IN THE READER. SO GET WITH THE CLICKITY CLICK ALREADY!

Birds gotta get some!

Despite the snow, the birds are chirping their butts off today. . . and I feel the righteous stirrings of spring . . oh yes . . itsa coming! ;)

I am so damn excited!!

This calls for a song!


Now get out there and cause some trouble!

The Perez Family and Swishing of the Hips

Yet another repost. Because I have much to say, but the real life of Mrs. Hall, it is getting in the way. So you get this. Which is fantastic btw.

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Sometimes I hear a beauty so loud, it's deafening.



And so, let's take a look. Feast the eyes on one Miss Marisa Tomei.

She is gorgeous no? But it is not her per say, it is her in the movie The Perez Family.



I am a harsh critic of film. I usually prefer foreign or independant. Even though I have seen hundreds, there is only three on my top ten list. The number one film is The Perez Family.

Oddly enough, it is neither foreign nor independent. It just looks that way. It is a story of one Juan Perez, played by Alfred Molina. That man is in two of my top ten favorite films. He is what women like me demand of men. Made of black earth. He carries himself with a calm and undeniable machismo. I am drawn to such things.

In this movie, Alfred Molina plays Juan Perez. Juan Perez was born in Cuba. He marries Angelica Huston and creates a family. Then, Juan Perez becomes a political prisoner. His family flees for Miami. He spends the next twenty years in a hellish prison. There is all manner of physical torture and sensory deprivation. It's ugly. And depraved.

During those twenty years, Carmela Perez (his wife) exiles to Miami and build herself a life all while aching for her husband. Her son and daughter grow up. She lives in a big house. She begins to take scuba diving lessons. Their son, also exiled to Miami, grows up protects his mom with elaborate alarm systems. She has no idea what is coming.

Again, twenty years pass. While in prison, the dreams of Carmela keep him alive. Then, he is freed unexpectedly. He is shepherded towards a group of refugees bound for Miami in a boat. He will go and find Carmela, she will be waiting for him, he says. On the boat is Dorita Perez (Dori for short), played by Marisa Tomei. She is free and sensual. Vibrating with fantastical plans for her America. When they arrive at the shore of Miami she jumps off the boat and plunges herself into the water. She sops up the water with her red dress.

Anyway, the refugees all pile into a large football stadium. They are put on a waiting list to become sponsored. Sponsored means out of the stadium and into America. However, if you a single Perez, a Perez without a family, you are number 300 on the waiting list. If you are family of Perez's, you are number 5. So, Dori begins to assemble her family. Choosing the stunned and zombie like-you guessed it-Juan Perez.

He follows her with this plan. He is shell shocked, dirty and barely coherent. She is a passionate beacon. However, he still aches for his wife and when he dreams, he dreams of only her. Here, take a look at the red dress and the video of her snatching his attention.

Meanwhile, back la house de Carmela, she has triggered that alarm system by breaking a glass she is drinking from. The alarm system triggers the police. A police officer arrives, also carrying much calm machismo. There is some very subtle and intense flirting. She is smitten, as is he.

Meanwhile, The faux Perez Family, which includes Dori, Juan and a crazy old guy, finally reach the top of the list. Two monks become their sponsor. The family lives at the church. To earn their room and board, they sell flowers on the highway. There is much swishing of her hips and tight clothing displaying her lovely bosoms. Dori and Juan live as man and wife. Emotions begin to form.

And here I must pause and get a little personal. There is such an active sensuality in Dori's character. I find it overwhelming at times. I remember being so free, so uninhibited with my body, my love. And then it all went to shit. And then I was married to this man, this glorious man, Mr. Hall. And I fought to reconnect with all that I had, to give it to him. It is a fight I am winning. But I still have to fight. And I can't help but cry over this. I love him so much. I want it to be easy. So I watch this film and it helps. A lot. U{DATE: some one year +later, it's easy as pie now ;)

OK-back to the movie.

Somewhere in the film, they acquire a Perez child. A pre-teen really. Dori absorbs herself into this role of Mom. She exudes pure love for this kid. He is a bad seed and takes her money. He is killed by bad, gang type people. She is broken into a thousand pieces. And this is where the movie becomes almost unbearable. Not because of the pre-teens death, but because of Juan and Dori.

At this point, what they feel for each other is undeniable. They are flirting with the roles of man and wife. Juan begins to come around. Starts talking in sentences, starts to bathe and become awake. Her sensuality is healing him. She thrives in this and lays down real emotions. They are now beloved.



How do I describe the scene where they first make love? How do I say that Dori was crying because she lost her faux son. She was crying because she had such faith in the goodness of the kid, but he was really a snake. All her big plans of this big, fantastical life in American is crashing down all around her. Juan gently kisses her belly. He blows flower petals off her body. And she quietly sobs and let's his love heal her. It almost destroys me, this scene.

Then comes the plot twist everyone saw coming. Carmela and Juan are reunited. It is sort of awkward but true to what it is. A love held in the heart but not in the hand.

And Dori fades away. Back to selling flowers on the highway. Until one day she has a vision of Juan, across the highway. She squints to block the sun from her eyes. She raises her arm to cover her face.

Is it true? He has come for Dori? Has returned to stay?

Ya'll have to watch the movie tonight to find out. I know I will.

Pretty amazing, but I haven't watched this movie in over a year. And I still can feel what it makes me feel, and remember all this detail.

Thanks for reading such a post.

Good night!

:)

Mrs. Hall

Wouldn't this be the ULTIMATE ROLLER DISCO JAM!??

Let this be a lesson to all the men readers. If you are earnest and you own who you are, chicks will dig you. Even if you are wearing feathers for shoulder pads.

;)

A Suprisingly Naughty Christmas Song for Sunday

I never noticed this song until recently.

Now it makes me blush every time I hear it ;)

God I love me some Christmas Time . . and sledding ;)

God I love me some Christmas Time and sledding!

And with the 20 inches we just had, AWAY WE GO A SLEDDING!

ROCK MY GOOD PEOPLE!

And now, my favorite christmas song of all time :)

sorry about advert but the song is worth it ;)

I broke the law twice yesterday (on accident)

Really NOT MY FAULT!!

Twice I was unpacking my goods, loading the car when I noticed items in the lower part of the cart.

Really, not my fault, I'm just a space case!

Totally forgot about the items.

And no, I didn't go back . . . mmmwwhaa HAAAA HAAA!!!

Cause you see, I'm not a grown up yet.


Have a Happy Sunday All!!!

NOW get out there and cause some trouble!!

Chances are . . . .

Tonight I bought the test that can tell me, in about two weeks, if or if not. Or...I could just wait until my body tells me. Because it always does.

Either way, two things are true. When Mr. Hall calls on the phone in the middle of the day, or enters a room, I do indeed get a silly grin.

And this song was piping through Walgreens while I was making my purchase. Clear as day. I don't remember ever hearing it but, oh my goodness what a song.

Here, take your time, relax a bit. And take a listen.



Take care everyone . . . .

I think I'm gonna like it here

It has been two weeks now, with use in the new house. It’s a quad level so the kids can run up and down the stairs, chasing each other until the fall down into fits of laughter. Then they cry out to be tickled and tossed around.

They are having such fun discovering all the nooks and crannies. All kinds of places to play hide and seek.

And then, tonight, when I was putting Pancake to bed, she says,

“Momma . . .”

And I say, “Yes Sweetie.”

“I love my new room Momma, thanks for buying us a house.”

I hugged her really tight and tried not to cry it was so sweet.

;)

Making breakfast, what would you like?

Morning all, making breakfast. What would you like this morning?

We have a fully stocked omelet bar, excellent selection of coffee and juices. And we have a crepe station.

We have warm apples, kijafa cherries or peaches with cream for the crepe filling.

And on the radio, we have the '70s station. Which is very easy and danceable listening. It's kind of creepy though, I mean, for some one my age. I recognize most of the songs I know are playing. Only it's not my songs, it the original versions of what I am familiar with.

Thankfully, no one has remade this song. Which had all of shaking our groove thang. And there is no doubt, we will be singing this all day ;)

It's gonna be a great day I say

For all the girly photos I post here, I really, really do appreciate the male of the species. Word up my people, word up!

Sorry for the 15 second advert. But, the video behind it rocks the house, The House of Hall that is ;)

HEY LADIES!!!

Who wants omelettes?

Guess what I am doing this morning?

Go ahead, guess!

Making omelettes. What do you want on yours?

hee hee

Now, guess what else.

Putting an offer on a house.

And hope springs eternal :)

NOW!!!

Let's get to the business of the weekend before us . . .

Shakin' our groove thing!!!

AND GO!!!

Pancake Picks a Song!

"Hey Pancake, what song should we put on the blog today?

"HOT and COLD!"



UH OH It looks like we got case of love bipolar . . . .

Jesus watches over the wet bar

This is the wet bar in my possible future house. If you squint you can find the picture of Jesus.

Feel free to make all sorts of jokes in the comments. :)

Is there anyway to do something with that godaweful cieling?

And now, let's open our hymnal to Alfie chapter one verse two and celebrate the virtues of the THC.

Take care and everyone have a good weekend.

Lily Allen - Alfie full
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