Thursday, July 26, 2012

"It's so stupid, it's positively brilliant!"

    I am returned from the best two weeks of my year.  This was the greatest FASA we've ever had.  It was calm and well-organized, with the most difficult and most beautiful music to play, and my family and I were able to spend time with wonderful friends.  But to write about it truly would be a gargantuan task.  If anybody has specific questions, ask away, but I wouldn't even know where to start in writing about it.

    "End of song, beginning of story."

    Thank you, Louis Armstrong in High Society, for my quote.  And now for my real post.

    We all know that hipsters wither away and die if they can't brag about doing something "before it was cool."  They liked all kinds of "indie" artists long before anybody else ever heard of them.  But what would you call a person who likes obscure movies and singers and television... way after they were cool?

I liked operetta 75 years after it was cool.

No one has ever heard of my favorite TV show 12 O'Clock High which ran three seasons from '64 to '67.

And I only even watch the first season.

I pinned a brooch to my hard pocketbook after it went out of fashion.

I still dig the Cab Calloway jive like they did seventy years ago.

I wrote with fountain pens after it was normal.

I liked Johnny Mercer after everybody forgot about his name.

I'm still upset that Marshall Thompson didn't become a leading man in pictures.

I know who Sigmund Romberg is, years after Jeanette and Nelson stopped singing his songs.

    So now, dig me.  I'm an anti-hipster.  Aren't I just the coolest, outside-of-the-box, label-proof, un-cool gal you've ever known?  I'm so counter-cultural, I'm counter-counter-cultural!  Or is it that I am... GASP!... comfortable in my admittedly anachronistic skin?  Could it be that I simply like the older styles of music and ways of movie-making, not for the sake of being different but for my own pleasure?  NEVER.  I must have a label.  I can't be counter-counter-cultural all by myself.  How can I look different if I'm the only one?  Who will notice me?  What will become of me?

    I can't go without a label any longer.  So mine will have to be........... HAILEY. 

    Dig me.

    P.S.  I've decided that I like to have titles that are irrelevant quotes from movies.  This title's quote is from The Great Escape, when MacDonald hears about Hilts' and Ives' plan to blitz out.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

"Auf Wiedersehen, folks!"

I'm not sure if this really counts as a post, but it is cheerful, like I promised!  We're going off to FASA in the morning!  So I won't be posting for at least two weeks-- probably longer.  Auf Wiedersehen!

(Hailey pretends to fly away, singing, "Off we goooooo, into the wild! blue! yon! der!")

P.S.  If you know where the title quote is from, you are swellegant elegant.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

It makes my head explode... literally.

    Three different people have recently told me that I ought to post on my blog.  So, here I am, posting on my blog.

    I have a grammatical pet peeve.  Well, it's not exactly grammatical; it has more to do with usage.  It drives me bonkers when people use "literally"... figuratively.  Some might say "My geometry homework literally killed me."  Or, "His eyes were literally bulging out of his head."  "I can literally get to the store in a second."  The irony is shocking-- using a perfectly good word for the opposite of its meaning.  Hyperbole needs no intensification, much less by means of butchering a word... literally.

    Save this word and preserve its meaning.  And if your geometry homework did indeed jump off the table, hit you in the neck, and cause you to die of a massive paper cut, if you know a fellow whose eyeballs truly came out of their sockets, if you can run faster than any Olympic runner in order to get to the store in one second, I make my apologies.  If any of these situations are true, you did use the word properly.


    P.S.  It is a bit sad that my first post on Frabjous Day is one of frustration, so my next one will be soon and cheerful, though not about Nick!

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Wonderful, Wonderful Day

Today is a beautiful day.

It's a wear-your-hair-curly kind of day.

A bright-blue-summery-blouse kind of day.

An eat-at-Cracker-Barrel-for-breakfast kind of day.

A drive-with-all-the-windows-down-and-ruin-your-curly-hair kind of day.

A walk-around-at-the-old-gristmill kind of day.

A banjo-pickin' kind of day.

A sweet-tea-drinking kind of day.

A Louis Armstrong-listening kind of day.

A lemonade-making kind of day.

How is your day?

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Tragic Irony

    Tragic irony: A few hours after I published the post about my dear Nicky, my sisters told me that the actor who played him, Peter Breck, has died.  :(  I don't know exactly how he died, but he had dementia for a few years.  Poor Nick.  Now only two members of the cast are still living, Linda Evan, who played Audra, and Lee Majors, who played Heath.

    On a lighter note, I'm doing an ABC tag which a lot of my friends have already done.

A. Age:  Fifteen
B. Bed size:  Twin
C. Chore that you hate:  Taking out the dog, or changing the chickens' water.  Any animal chores.
D. Dogs:  Hoover.  Not the brightest bulb.
E. Essential start to your day:  A hot cup of Irish breakfast tea!
F. Favorite color:  RED!
G. Gold or Silver:  Silver
H. Height:  5'2"... The ideal height for "my man" would be 6'2", so he could be a foot taller than me!
I. Instruments you play:  Violin and mandolin.  I can doodle around on the piano, and I own a hammered dulcimer which I haven't tuned yet, so I can't play it as of now.  I'm currently looking for a banjo.
J. Job title:  Busker, violin teacher, and pharmacist's assistant.
K. Kids:  Some day, hopefully!
L. Live:  North Carolina, in the good old South.
M. Mother's name:  Deanna
N. Nicknames:  Hails, Hailsey, Danny, Potsie, Holley, Hades, Tigger...
O. Overnight hospital stays:  NEVER!  I'm pioneer stock!
P. Pet peeves:  Ugly music.
Q. Quote from a movie:  "There are eight million stories in the naked city.  This has been one of them."  -The Naked City
R. Right or left handed:  Right is right
S. Siblings:  Taylor and Emma, plus my "adopted" family, the four Hall sisters, and Laura, and Katy.
T. Time you wake up:  A little before 7:30.  I want to get up earlier than that, though.
U. Underwear:  Unmentionables
V. Vegetables you hate:  I like most all vegetables.  I just don't like zucchini or yellow squash cooked certain ways.
W. What makes you run late:  Makeup.  I hate putting on mascara.
X. X-Rays you've had:  See answer to O.
Y. Yummy food that you make:  I am the official popcorn and sweet tea maker of the family.  Besides that, I don't cook very much.
Z. Zoo animal:  ELEPHANTS!!!

    Before I close this post, I want to ask you all, what do you think of my new header?  'Tis Alice in Wonderland!  Bee-oo-tee-ful!

    "You're sweet.  Bye now."


Friday, February 10, 2012


    Okay, meine Familie, you all wanted a post, so here is a post.  And guess what it is about?  NICK!

    Here I take back what I said about him in my post about The Big Valley.  Nick is my favorite!  Just ask my sisters.  Sure, he has a temper, but now I find it endearing.  And at least when he starts a fight he can finish it... unlike Little Joe Cartwright, *ahem*.  And he hardly ever shoots people... unlike Little Joe Cartwright.

    I like his "Pringles" hat and his gloves.  I like how he annoys Victoria by shouting across the house.  I like the growl in his voice.  I like making fun of how low he wears his gun belt.  I like how he could never sneak up on you because of his loud spurs.  I like how he's a "bull in a china shop," as his family says.  I like his bad singing.  I like his smile.  I like his gray-green-brown eyes; he's definitely the handsomest of the Barkleys.  Nick is rough on the surface, but he's really a sweetheart.  He is a wonderful, wonderful brother.  Just watch "The Iron Box," or the end of "The Man from Nowhere."  There are lots of episodes where you can see how dear he is.

    I could make this a really, really, really, really, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY long post... but I will restrain myself.  But know that it's hard for me, because...


Saturday, December 24, 2011

Merry Christmas, all!

    Merry Christmas, friends!  In honor of this season, here is a video of two of the most talented voices I know, singing one of the greatest hymns of Christmas: O Holy Night.

Fröhliche Weihnachten!