‘Bob Hope in Heaven’ is one of my all time favorites – next to ‘James Brown meets Pavarotti in Heaven.’ If you are too young to remember him – ask your parents or grandparents.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Hope . For more than 50 years, Bob Hope traveled to war zones around the globe meeting with and entertaining US service men and women in remote army bases and hospitals. He was a true patriot and one I won’t forget. news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/784463.stm Yep! You can’t beat ‘Bob Hope in Heaven’
These are just a few of his famous remarks:
On Turning 70: ‘You still chase women, but only downhill’
On Turning 80: ”That’s the time of your life when even our birthday suit needs pressing.’
On turning 90: ‘You know you’re getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.’
On turnining 100: ‘I don’t feel old. In fact, I don’t feel anything until noon. Then it’s time for my nap.’
On never winning an Oscar: ‘Welcome to the Academy Awards or, as it’s called at my home, ‘Passover.”
On Presidents: ‘I have performed for 12 presidents and entertained only six.’
On his family’s early poverty: ‘Four of us slept in one bed. When it got cold, mother threw on another brother.’
On his six brothers: ‘That’s how I learned to dance. Waiting for the bathroom.’
On his early failures: ‘I would not have had anything to eat if it wasn’t for the stuff the audience threw at me.’
On going to heaven: I’ve done benefits for ALL religions. I’d hate to blow the hereafter on a technicality.’
Humor is a great cure all for illness, depression and just about everything else that hits the fan. No matter your situation – a good laugh is worth gold. Oh, you funny man, ‘Bob Hope in Heaven’ you made us all laugh and I’ll never forget your commitment to our troops in harms way. Thanks for the memories.
Have a great weekend
Attila Honey
Andy Warhol and me. I wrote a blog on Andy several days ago and this is part 2. I had written in my previous blog about my first encounter with Andy, the King of the famous Campbell Soup Cans.where we met at a trendy Manhatten party. 
Yep! Andy Warhol and me – we stood together discussing his fascination with “I’m not really doing film maker films”, and asked me make one of his movies which was simply kissing someone for two hours (not even coming up for air or OMG! going to the bathroom) Career wise, it was a bad move on my part to decline – as Andy was King in the New York scene – but making artsy movies wasn’t what I had come to New York to achieve. He looked at me once again as though I hadn’t heard the word “Kiss” so our conversation went something like this when I quizzed him on the name of the movie, etc.
So I gave it serious thought (about 30 seconds) and declined. He had a startled look on his face and suggested that we get together the following week. I thought to myself, “For what? I’m not going to do this cockamamie movie and I couldn’t get my food down looking at the dandruff snowfall on his shoulders.” But I said, ” Yeah let’s do lunch next week, I’d love that.” When I think about on my level of ambition during the seventies – I really can’t point a finger at anyone but those days were simply a precursor to how that pendulum called life can swing so quickly from the so called upside to the downside – and without notice. But before I could further put the nail in the coffin of my career, Lovie whisked me away (not before giving Andy a peck on the cheek) and pulled me to another corner of the room to meet the director of a new off Broadway play. When I told Lovie what had transpired, he almost had a cardiac arrest. He told me that Andy was one of the great talents of his generation (I don’t think so…r.i.p,) and proceeded to lecture me. But I stood my ground and told him that I didn’t give a damn AND I wouldn’t pay two cents for his (^%R%^)*^&%&!!! soup can!. Much to Lovie’s chagrin, the whole idea turned me off – career or no career. In retrospect, that must have been the definitive moment when some semblance of a genuine human being inside of me was trying to escape…so we left to go to another party. As we were walking in the village, I saw this strange man singing in a high falsetto voice, “Tiptoe through the Tulips,” and I pulled Lovie over to hear him….hoping to quell his anger at what I’d done. Tiny was strumming his banjo and singing on the street corner the same song over and over again. But that story and story is for another day. Right now, my husband “lard arse the cave man” is sick of my blogging because it interferes with his din-din…so we’ll do Tiny Tim another day. It’s a funny story…Tiny Tim and me and Andy Warhol and me. What a hoot!
Andy Warhol, where are you when I need a good laugh! What a trip he was. Recently, one of his works sold fo 50M which is almost obscene in its utter insanity. Although I knew Andy – I was never a fan of his art. In my opinion, his genius lay in the marketing of Andy Warhol – far superior to any of his art. 
I whispered to Lovie that he should make friends with Revlon. Someone beckoned Lovie to the other side of the room which left Andy and I standing together. He said something complimentary to me and then he proceeded to ask me if I wanted to be in his new film. At that point in time, Andy was making a lot of artsy films in which the actors did precisely what the title of the film stated. In the film “Sleep”, all the actor was required to do was sleep for two hours on screen. Get the picture? Andy said to me, “Would you please star in my new film called Kiss? I responded, “What would I have to do and who would I have to kiss and for how long?” Andy replied, “Kiss anyone you like but it’s for two hours.” I thought to myself, “O give it a rest Louise!” Andy Warhol, multi millionaire and King of the Campbell Soup Can – R.I.P. I think of him sometimes and say, “Andy Warhol, where are you when I need a good laugh!”
Nagging is a wonderful gift to women. In fact, nagging is an art form. Why? Well, why the hell not? Nagging is the result of not finding resolution to a serious problem and it goes like this:
Yes, nagging is a wonderful gift to women… if done properly, which usually equates to a threat in some form or other. Women nag for one reason and that is because they don’t find resolution. It’s like my husband, “Lard Arse the I’ve always got my nose in a book” when I say dinner is ready and ten minutes later, he’s still got his nose in the book. So I go into action nag #1 ‘Honey, your dinner is on the table.’
