Edna, the LOST fan

Edna: Everyone in Jericho knows what a big LOST fan I am. They know not to call me on Tuesday nights under penalty of death. I have even gone so far as to lock Margie out in the tool shed every Tuesday evening, but it's getting harder and harder to lure her out into the back yard each week.

LOST fans are a dedicated group; some might even say they give the word "fanatic" new meaning. But LOST fans are also a highly talented and creative group. Today I'd like to share with you a new LOST video that's making the rounds of the interwebs lately. It's a re-imagining of the show's credits, set to 1960's-style music and graphics. Give it a watch, folks, I think you'll love it as much as I do.

Lost vs. Saul Bass from Hexagonall on Vimeo.

Easter Plans

Edna: Margie, Easter is this Sunday. I hope you've already done your shopping for my Easter basket, don't you forget that I like those Creme eggs.

Margie: Go buy you some then. Look at my Easter bonnet. I just finished it. Lawsy me, it took me near 2 months to get it just perfect. Where's yours, dingbat?

Edna: Who cares about your stupid hat? You always put together some over-flowered monstrosity, then people sitting behind us in church always complain to me about it because they can't see Pastor preaching the Sunday Easter service.

Margie: You're just jealous, Edna, like Sister Flora. I know she's the one who admires my hat so she badmouths me. I would have thought you'd appreciate how dignified I always look in my hats.

Edna: Margie, the only way you could look dignified in that hat is if you left that hat at home.

You know, we should put together an Easter basket for Cousin T, that boy is so good to us. He deserves a reward for all the times he drops everything and comes running just because you've got a yen to go to the store.

Margie: Moron, you run him all over town looking for your stinky lotions and powders too.

I'm going to boil a dozen eggs and decorate them for him. He has always loved painted eggs. Should we put a hammer in his basket so he can crack the eggs?

Edna: We can put a hammer in the basket because he likes hammers, you idiot.

Lord, give me strength.

Food Friday

Margie: Edna and I lived through the Depression and that wasn't always easy. Fortunately, we didn't live together then so I had a peaceful life. I just worked at the library and conducted my own business without Edna trying to boss me.

Anyway, people didn't always have a lot to eat during the Depression and today's food prices are so high that people nowadays don't always have a lot to eat either.

I thought we could all benefit from watching 91-year-old cook and great-grandmother, Clara, recount her childhood during the Great Depression as she prepares meals from the era.

The CW hates us

Margie: Listen up, dingbat, because I'm not going to repeat myself. Supernatural returns tonight on the CW and I've been waiting for those boys. They took a hiatal or some such and this is a new episode.

You best keep your yap shut tonight or I'll duct tape your big mouth. You got that?

Edna: Margie, for the last time, those voices you hear when you're watching TV aren't me. They're the radio signals you pick up on your fillings. Besides, you're the one who chatters on all through TV episodes, it's like watching with a monkey.

You know, it's about gol-durn time that show is back on the air. I'm going to write a letter to Congress and get them to ban hiatuses. I'm a patient woman, but even I have my limits.

Margie: I don't have any fillings, nutcase. Go take your pills.

You go ahead and write Congress. It's not likely that they're going to help you since they only help themselves to our money. Speaking of money, I'd sure pay that pretty Jensen to come here to visit me. Lordy, it's cold shower time.

Edna: Folks, there's nothing worse than an over-the-hill hussy, and that's the truth.

National Puppy Day

Margie: Edna, today is National Puppy Day which supports the ban of Puppy Mills. I agree with that too. Folks could help all these animals by rescuing instead of buying. You know how I feel about this subject so you best agree with me.

Edna: No need to badger me, of course I agree with you that puppy mills should be banned. What do you think I am, some kind of heartless shrew?

Margie: That's what you are for sure. Well, you're only heartless to people, not animals.

Let's spread the word about today to all our friends. Edna, can we adopt a puppy and name him Jericho?

Edna: Margie, that's a nice idea about the puppy. But I don't think it's a good idea for two old ladies to adopt an energetic puppy, because I'm not sure we can keep up with him. It would be a shame for him to come live here then not get the exercise he deserves. He'd get plenty of love, though. Let's ask Cousin T if he can take in a puppy; he's got all that pasture land back of his house. Lots of good rabbit-hunting to be found there. And a boy surely does need a dog or three.

Margie: Great idea! I'll go call Cousin T.Maybe he'll bring us some rabbit to fry.

Remembering The Dime Store

Margie: Edna, I read an article in the Sunday paper about the old dime stores. Remember those? I can just hear those wood floors creaking now. Oh, and who could ever forget the smell of that popcorn popping?

I remember you always ended up at the candy counter. You'd get a dime's worth of M&M's and you'd have enough to last you a week. I sure miss those good prices too.

Edna: At least I never fell head-first into the pickle barrel like you-know-who. I miss those good prices too, especially whenever we go down the candy aisle at the grocery store. I'll never forget all that penny candy in glass jars, all set out in rows. Every now and then I still get a hankering for a sarsaparilla-flavored candy stick.

Margie: Me too, sister. Lawsy me, remember when Daddy bought Mama that stinking Blue Waltz perfume? It smelled like skunk water but we didn't dare tell Mama.

Edna: If you hated it so much, why were you always sneaking dabs from Mama's bottle when she wasn't looking?

My favorite thing to get from the dime store were the ice cold bottles of birch beer. Remember how they used to keep them in an old washtub full of ice? Your hand would be frozen by the time you fished out your bottle, but it sure hit the spot on a dusty day.

Margie: I remember the time I shoved your face in that ice but Daddy caught me before your big mouth froze.

I need a shot of Special tea, you moron.

Spring has sprung!

And Spring arose on the garden fair,

Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Sensitive Plant"

Image from the 1918 Burpee Seeds catalog, courtesy Burpee Seeds catalog cover gallery

Flashback Friday: Margie and the boo-boo

Edna: Folks, it has been nigh-on impossible in the Basement lately! Margie has been caterwauling all week because she has a teensy little boil. My lands, with all the screeching and yowling going on around here, you'd think she'd gotten a mortal injury. She was like that when she was a girl, too; you could hear her screaming all the way into town every time she got a splinter.

Now, in our household, we've always found that the old remedies work the best. So I sat her down the other day and slapped some Prid drawing salve on that boil. That shut her up right quick! She's feeling much better now, although you'd never know it from her disposition. Now maybe she'll get back to doing her share of the chores around here...

*not a paid opinion

Awards For The Basement

Mom's Cafe Home Cooking was kind enough to give us three awards. We enjoy her website a lot and we're honored that she chose us as one of the blogs to give the awards to. We're not going to pass it along because we have too many favorites but you can accept the award anyway because you're all great.

Love, Margie and Edna

Happy Saint Patrick's Day

The bounty of the season

Edna: Folks, you know what I like best about this time of year? The fresh fruits and vegetables that our neighbors are starting to get in their gardens. Mrs. Tynsdale down the lane brought over some new strawberries; my lands, those are tasty! I'm thinking of using them in a lemon strawberry parfait tonight for dessert.

What's your favorite springtime dish, Margie?

Margie: Well, I'm mad because things keep getting more expensive. I'm glad somebody brought strawberries because we sure won't be able to afford them at the store.

Springtime makes me crave simple things like my favorite fruit salad.

Edna: I think that's your body's way of telling you that you didn't get enough roughage over the winter. I will say, that recipe sounds good. Mrs. Tynsdale also brought over some fresh asparagus, what should we do with that?

Margie: I don't like getting roughed up, nitwit. I do so love asparagus. Let's make my Creamy Fettucine recipe with all the veggies in it. That makes me hungry.

Edna, we need to let all our neighbors know that we'll take all the fresh produce they want to give us. I'll ask Pastor to put that on the Prayer list too.

Edna: I think that's a fine idea, why don't you go call him? I'll get started cooking, maybe all of the vitamins and minerals from the fresh produce will sweeten your disposition.

Flashback Friday

Margie: Edna and I were just children in the 1920's but that doesn't mean we didn't see or hear things. Edna always wanted to eavesdrop on people and she'd make me do it too. Anyway, we overheard Mama and Daddy talking one day and Mama said no daughter of hers would be a flapper. Edna and I had no idea what a flapper was but we sure wanted to know.

Mama told Daddy that no young lady with any decency would be a flapper and neither would they go to a "speakeasy." Mama didn't cotton to women acting like alley cats.

Anyway, Edna and I later saw this little movie and we decided that we'd have loved the flapper fashions. I don't guess we'd have needed to go to a speakeasy because we always spoke easily about most things.

Actually, I suppose Edna did become a flapper because she spends all day flapping her gums.

Enjoy!

Spring Fever

Edna: Margie, I tell you what, I am more than ready for spring to be here. I'm not sure my old joints can take another cold Kansas winter. Plus, listening to you whine for the last five months about how cold it is has about driven me batty.

Margie: Don't blame me for your battiness. You've always been nutty.

I can't wait for spring. Spring makes my fancy turn to love and romance and sunbathing and...

Edna: Margie, if I've always been nutty then it's no coincidence that I've known you all my life. You don't have to be Einstein to do THAT math.

And oh good Lord, sunbathing?? Folks, let me tell you a little story about Margie and sunbathing. Two summers ago, Deputy Jimmy showed up at the house one afternoon and arrested her for indecent exposure. She was out there on the front lawn wearing nothing but sunglasses and SPF 15 suntan lotion! I swan, it's a wonder I have any nerves left, living with this woman.

Margie: You're just jealous, Edna, because I met that nice gentleman at the jail and he took me out to lunch.

Edna: Which you charged to my credit card! "Jealous" is not the word I'd use; maybe "incensed" would be a better choice.

You know, the more we talk about this, I realize that I'm not looking forward to the warmer weather quite as much as I thought. You just go plumb loco when the temperature shoots up. When spring finally gets here, I'm headed over to Cousin T's to live for a while. At least he won't get arrested for acting like a floozy.

Margie: I love Cousin T.

Get Over It Day

"Get Over It Day was created by Atlanta entrepreneur Jeff Goldblatt, he chose March 9 because it is halfway between Valentine's Day and April Fools' Day. It's a day to take past hurt, humiliation or disappointments and just "Get Over It!"


Margie: Lawsy me, folks, here's a day named for Edna. My sister never gets over anything. Never!

If you don't believe me then just ask Edna what happened when she was 10 years old. Poor Grandma told Edna there was no Tooth Fairy and Edna hit the roof. She's prone to do that.

Edna: Unlike my snotty sister, I'm not going to go digging up the past and telling tales on folks. She's got plenty to get over in the here and now. If I hear her whine and complain one more time about how she thinks I never do any work around here, well...she'll really see me hit the roof then.

Margie: Edna, you know I do all the work and that's why you lie on me. Well, you can get over it. Today and every day. Why don't you go to your room and play Time Out?

Edna: You know what, you old goat? Why don't YOU get over it? I swan, you're not happy unless you start the day with some imagined complaint or another.

I'll give you a time out all right; come here Margie, I've got a nice knuckle sandwich for you.

Margie: And I've got nice grits you can kiss.

We're On Facebook

Margie: Edna, I might as well live alone for all the company you are to me. You spend all your time playing that old Farmville game on Facebook. If you like farming that well, sister, I'll call Cousin T to bring you a hoe so you can make us a garden.

Edna: Margie, you bring that dictionary on over here to me, I want to show you the definition for the word "hypocrite". Who sets their alarm extra early in the morning so they can get to the computer first to check their crops? You, that's who!

I swan, folks, trying to get her away from Farmville is like trying to get her to stop looking at pictures of handsome cowboys: darn near impossible.

Margie: You always try to twist my words, Edna. I get up early to watch the news! Well, maybe I play a little bit.

If any cowboys out there want to friend me then come on over. We can feed the chickens together.

Edna: Folks, don't you friend her, friend me! I always send and return gifts, and I will fertilize your crops every day. Margie will just take your eggs and run the other direction. She'd steal your horses too, if she could.

Margie: Lying liar! You don't send me gifts and you try to steal my pumpkins too. I'll have you know that I don't steal horses!

Not unless the cowboy is attached.

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Flashback Friday: This day in history...

On this day in history....

In 1907, the 1st radio broadcast of a musical composition aired.

In 1936 Dean Stockwell (actor, Quantum Leap; Blue Velvet) was born.

In 1955 Elvis Presley made his first TV appearance on the "Louisiana Hayride" show.

In 1958 Andy Gibb (singer) was born in Manchester, England.

And in 1984, William Powell (actor, My Man Godfrey) died at age 91 years old.

Edna: And you all thought this was just a regular old Friday!

Information courtesy Any-Day-in-History

Blog Appreciation Week: Crafts and Artistry

Margie: Edna, remember how Mama loved pretty things like glass or jewelry or whatnots? I wish I'd inherited her creative bones but I can't make a thing. I'm sure glad there are blogs by creative people because I can look for sure.

Here's one I enjoy called Dogmaw Glass. Do you have one you enjoy?

Edna: I do have a couple, but before I talk about them let me just say that I love that Dogmaw Glass blog too. I'm always impressed when people can take the artistic visions in their heads and use their talents to bring them to life.

You know, one of the good things about Entrecard is that we got introduced to so many creative people. I just love visiting Miss Millificent's World to see what new doll she's come up with. Every doll she makes is like something out of a Tim Burton movie, and I mean that in the nicest way possible. I will say this, though: as wonderfully quirky and creative as those dolls are, I'm not sure I'd want them sitting on a shelf watching me all the time.

Margie: If those dolls had creepy eyes like yours then I wouldn't want them to watch me either. Wonder if she could make a Margie doll? That'd be a big seller.

Anyway, I love cowboys and ranches so I love Split Rock Ranch with all that beautiful yarn. I wonder if I could get a pair of bloomers made of all those colors?

Edna: Margie, a doll in your likeness is the stuff horror movies are made of.

I love going to the Split Rock Ranch blog too, she has such lovely colors. I bet if you bought some of that beautiful yarn, you could make anything you wanted out of it. You know what I'm going to do for your birthday, Margie? I'll get some of that yarn and crochet you up a ski mask. It would keep your face warm when you go out to get the mail, and I could look at her pretty yarn instead of your crabby face all the time. It's a win-win situation!

Blog Appreciation Week: Humor

Edna: Folks, anyone who's met me will tell you how much I love to laugh. And Lord knows it has taken a good sense of humor to live with Margie all these years. I do have a handful of humorous blogs that I like to visit every day, and I definitely have some favorites.

Miss Kath over at Blurb from the Burbs never fails to make me smile. I love reading about her life and her take on everyday occurrences. And who wouldn’t love someone whose pet name for their husband is “Love Chunks”?

Margie, what about you? Even as sour as you are, I hear you laughing in front of the computer from time to time.

Margie: Lord a mercy, if you love to laugh then I'm a monkey. You're sour as a lemon. Maybe worse.

I laugh at Daisy the Curly Cat. I love the fashion shows Daisy puts on and she always has a riddle or joke. It will start your day off right.

Edna: Kiss my grits, you harpy. At least you’re right about Daisy. I swan, I think that cat has a fancier wardrobe than the two of us combined! And I just love Harley, too. The two of them together are mighty entertaining.

There are so many witty and talented bloggers on the interwebs, it never ceases to amaze me.

Margie: It never ceases to amaze me that you have no wit. You should check Canucklehead's blog. That's always good for a laugh. I think I'll go there now since you're a drag.

Edna: Fine by me, sourpuss. I’ll just head over to my favorite LOST blog, Dispatches from the Island. Our readers may have noticed it over there to the right in our blogroll, it’s written by Jorge Garcia who plays one of my favorite LOST characters, Hurley. Mr. Garcia not only shares behind-the-scenes tidbits, he often does so with a great deal of wit.

Margie, maybe you should go to that LOST island. No one can find you once you’re there, and I for one would not be sad about that.

Blog Appreciation Week: Food

Margie: Edna, I say we make this Blog Appreciation Week. There are so many wonderful blogs that we love. I sure have a lot of favorites. You know how I love cooking blogs. What do you think?

Edna: As much as it galls me to say this, I think you've got a great idea there. I love cooking blogs too, you know. In fact, I want to tell our readers all about this one I just found: Fresh from the... Jen posts a lot of yummy cookie recipes, but what I really like is that she alternates between baking and television show posts. And she's a Supernatural fan, too!

Margie, what are some of your favorite cooking blogs?

Margie: Well, I'm quite fond of Living the Gourmet. I've always enjoyed plain food but this blog has made me want to fancy up my cooking just a bit. I love pretty pictures too.

Edna: I think it would help us both if you fancied up your cooking. Maybe you could contact that nice blogger and they'd give you lessons? And pronto, I don't think I can stand another one of your boring tuna casseroles.

Actually, I've got a taste for some Italian food this evening. Got any blogs in mind that might fit the bill?

Margie: Nobody ever said you had to eat MY food. nitwit. If you stuff your face full of my casserole like you do then it can't be too boring. Why don't you burn something for dinner?

Here's a beautiful blog with lots of Italian recipes. Why don't you make one while I sip some wine and dream of Italian men? That sounds yummy.