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Top Ten Favorite - Stephen King TV Or Movies

 “The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn't real. I know that, and I also know that if I'm careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.”
(Stephen King, Night Shift) 

Hello, my lovely friends!    

    I had a perfectly brilliant theme lined up for today’s list, but it has vanished into air, leaving me staring blankly at the screen until a deep dive into my movie queue saved the day. Since we’ve all been around long enough to know that a good story is the best kind of anchor, I decided to lean into my lifelong obsession with the master of the macabre himself, Stephen King.

We all know the cardinal rule that the prose is almost always superior to the projection, but Stephen King’s work has a way of haunting the screen in ways that are hard to shake. I’ve gathered ten adaptations that actually manage to capture that specific, lingering unease we love, and I’ve even tucked a remake in there that surprisingly holds its own against the original. There is something so comforting about revisiting these nightmares with people who appreciate the craft of a well-earned jump scare as much as I do. I would love to know which of his cinematic shadows have stuck with you over the years, or if you’re still a purist who refuses to put down the book.

    It isn't that his stories give me a genuine scare anymore; let’s be honest, after everything we’ve navigated in our actual lives, a supernatural clown or a telekinetic prom queen feels relatively manageable. But there is a specific, soul-deep satisfaction in revisiting these worlds over and over again, like slipping into a pair of well-worn leather boots that still have plenty of miles left in them.

If we were all sitting together in a candlelit living room instead of across an ocean of fiber-optic cables, I’d probably start our marathon with the 1990 miniseries of It. There’s a certain vintage charm to that particular brand of trauma that just feels like home, followed immediately by the high-octane, blood-soaked tragedy of the original Carrie. We’ve all had those days where we’ve felt a bit like her, though thankfully most of us settled for a snarky comment instead of burning down the gymnasium. And speaking of things that refuse to die, I still have a massive soft spot for Christine. There’s just something about that jealous, possessed Plymouth Fury that resonates with a person who appreciates classic craftsmanship and a healthy dose of stubbornness.

    When I’m feeling particularly reflective about the grand sweep of humanity, I tend to lean into the long-form endurance test of the 1994 version of The Stand. It’s sprawling and messy and ambitious, much like the best parts of life itself. I find myself pairing it with Desperation, which is perhaps a bit more of a deep cut, but it hits that specific note of isolated dread that King plays so well. Of course, no retrospective would be complete without the claustrophobic brilliance of Misery. We’ve all encountered a "number one fan" or two in our time, haven't we? Kathy Bates remains the ultimate reminder to always be careful with whom you share your creative output, though I promise I’ll never hobble any of you for a late reply to a message.

As we move into the darker corners of the list, The Mist remains a mandatory watch, mostly because it captures that existential fog we all find ourselves wandering through occasionally, though I’d like to think our collective ending would be a bit more optimistic than that gut-punch of a finale. To round things out and bring us back to the heart of why we’ve stayed friends for so long, I always return to Stand by Me. It’s a beautiful, aching reminder of the bonds we forge when we’re young and how those threads pull at us for the rest of our lives. It’s the perfect cinematic embrace to end on—a little bit of grit, a lot of heart, and the quiet realization that the stories we tell together are the ones that truly matter.


Ten Favorite Things - Stephen King TV or Movies
1. It (1990)
2. Carrie (1976)
3. Christine (1983)
4. The Stand (1994) 
5. Desperation (2006)
6. Misery (1990)
7. The Mist (2007)
8. Stand by Me (1986)
9. Secret Window (2004)
10. It (2017)

It was a treat having you stop by! Whatever the clock says where you are, I hope your morning, afternoon, or evening is a total win. Until our next rendezvous... stay wonderful!

Well That Was Crazy!

 

"Put wellness at the top of your list now. Don't wait until something goes wrong." (Terri Trespicio)

Hello, my lovely friends!

    I’m sending a massive virtual hug your way today because, honestly, I think I need one just as much as you do. It has been one of those weeks where the universe decides to throw a curveball just to see if your reflexes are still sharp. I was so incredibly excited to log on here and share all the magic from our Sunday play date at Water for Elephants, but life had a slightly less glamorous script in mind for me. Instead of soaring acrobatics and Broadway lights, my Sunday morning kicked off with a personal drama that felt a little too real for comfort.

I woke up feeling like my chest was in a literal vice, and every breath I took felt like I was trying to inhale a bag of marbles. Now, we’ve all lived enough life to know that when the chest starts acting up, the "ignore it and it’ll go away" strategy isn’t exactly the wisest move. For a terrifying minute, I was convinced this was the big one. We went back and forth on the ER debate, that classic dance of "I don't want to be dramatic" versus "I don't want to be a statistic", and in the heat of the moment, we decided to stay home and officially donated our tickets to someone who could actually, you know, breathe.

Then, about thirty minutes into my existential crisis, the most sophisticated medical miracle occurred: I let out a burp that probably registered on the local Richter scale. Just like that, the "heart attack" vanished, the pressure lifted, and I realized I wasn’t dying; I was just quite literally full of hot air. I suppose it’s a poetic reminder that even when I think I’m being deep and serious, I’m usually just gassy. We had already given the tickets away by then, so I spent the afternoon on the sofa in the quiet comfort of my own home, feeling a mix of profound relief and total sheepishness. I missed the show, but I’m still here to tell the tale, and honestly, having you all to laugh about it with is the best consolation prize I could ask for.

 

     After a bit of a rocky start to the week, I decided to actually listen to my body for once and press pause. That nagging soreness in my chest finally decided to exit stage left by Sunday evening, but Mom, ever the voice of reason, insisted that Monday be dedicated to the fine art of doing absolutely nothing. She pointed out that I’ve been playing "Chief Everything Officer" around the house lately, and honestly, the stress was starting to show in ways that aren't nearly as graceful as a gold-medal floor routine.

 

Instead of fighting the inevitable, we leaned into the stillness and spent our final night together soaking up the closing ceremonies of the Olympics. It turns out that leaning back into the sofa is a much better look for me than carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. I spent the following day in a blissful, unapologetic lounge. It’s a gentle reminder to myself, and perhaps to you too, that the chores will still be there tomorrow, but your sanity is far more precious.

  

    We decided to venture out for a few errands with the little man in tow on Tuesday, who fortunately finds the backseat of a car to be the height of luxury. The primary mission was a restock of those "magic" gummies for my mom. They truly do wonders for her aches, though she’d be the first to tell you that the price tag provides a different kind of pain altogether. It’s a bit of a steep investment for a little relief, but seeing her comfortable is worth every penny, even if it makes the wallet feel significantly lighter.

 

Of course, the universe had other plans for our quick ten-minute jaunt. What should have been a breeze turned into a thirty-minute crawl through the aftermath of two separate accidents. It’s the classic story of a town that outgrew its own boots; they definitely didn't plan for this much life when they laid down these narrow lanes. My mom tried to be clever by taking a "shortcut" to bypass the mess, but as fate would have it, we ended up merged right back into the same sea of brake lights. We couldn't do much else but laugh at the absurdity of it all, joking that maybe the cosmos was trying to tell us we should have just stayed tucked away at home.

 

    While most of you are currently living in a literal snow globe, seriously, drop the link for your ski resort passes, nature has decided to skip the winter wonderland theme over here in favor of sheer chaos. We’ve spent the last forty-eight hours in a relentless wind storm that has turned my backyard into a communal lost-and-found for the neighborhood’s trash. If you’re looking for a rogue recycling bin or a stray patio cushion, there’s a solid chance it’s currently performing a clumsy solo dance across my patio. It’s less of a scenic vista and more of an obstacle course at this point.

 

The novelty of this "endless summer" vibe is wearing thin, too. Having seventy-degree weather all through the months we should be shivering sounds like a dream until the reality of the fire hazards sets in. We’ve already watched three separate blazes break out in nearby cities, which is a stressful price to pay for being able to skip the heavy coats. The mountains are teasing us with a light dusting of white, but down here on the ground, we haven't seen so much as a drop of rain to settle the dust. I’m sending all my love to those of you currently shoveling your way out of your front doors, but please, feel free to blow a few of those storm clouds in my direction.

 

So, how's your week been? 

 

 So glad you could make it. Whether you’re starting your day or winding it down, I hope it’s a great one. Until we cross paths again—take care!

Believe in You

 

Top Ten Favorite: Newer Movies

 "Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own instead of someone else's." (Billy Wilder)

Hello, my lovely friends!

   

    I’m back with another Top 10 list because, honestly, I could do this forever and I’m having way too much fun dreaming these up. You all know my heart belongs to the classic black-and-white era, and my Twitter friends still tease me about whether I’ve actually seen a movie made in the last decade. I keep telling them I’m current, but let’s be real,nothing beats the vintage stuff.

 

That said, watching movies with Mike on his nights off has definitely forced me to broaden my horizons. He’s the "new release" champion, so my 2025 watchlist actually saw some modern action. I have to admit, I caught some truly fantastic films this past year that didn't involve a single grain of vintage film flicker.

 

     Topping the list is Guillermo del Toro’s Frankenstein. I know, I know—do we really need another version? But trust me, this one is gorgeous. It’s less "fire bad" and more of a haunting, tragic poem that makes you want to give the creature a giant hug. Following close behind is Sinners, which is Michael B. Jordan’s double-duty masterpiece. It’s a supernatural thriller set in the 1930s South, and let’s just say it puts a very "bloody" spin on the blues. If you’re in the mood for something that looks like a classic but feels totally fresh, these two are the gold standard.

Then we have the Wicked double-feature—the original and Wicked: For Good. I’m not saying I cried during "Defying Gravity," but I’m not saying I didn't, either. Seeing the story of Elphaba and Glinda play out with such scale was a total treat, and yes, I may have hummed the soundtrack for three days straight afterward. On a completely different note, Ballerina took me by surprise. It’s a spin-off from the John Wick world, and watching Ana de Armas absolutely dismantle a room full of bad guys while maintaining the grace of a principal dancer was the kind of catharsis I didn't know I needed.

For those of you who like your movies a little more "edge-of-your-seat," Weapons and The Housemaid are essential. Weapons is a creepy mystery about a whole classroom of kids vanishing, and it’s the kind of story that makes you want to double-check the locks on the front door. The Housemaid, based on that book everyone was passing around last year, is a delicious psychological thriller. It’s full of secrets, wealthy people behaving badly, and enough twists to give you whiplash. It’s basically a high-stakes soap opera with a much better budget.

Rounding out the list are some real gems like Good Boy, which features a dog trying to save his owner from something supernatural—it’s heart-tugging and scary all at once. Then there’s The Monkey, an Osgood Perkins adaptation of Stephen King’s story that is just as unsettling as you’d expect from a cursed toy. Finally, Companion is a wild sci-fi ride about a weekend getaway gone wrong that explores what happens when "companionship" gets a little too artificial. It’s been a great year for movies, and I’d love to know if any of these have made it onto your radar yet!

        Looking at my list makes me want to watch those all over again. I must admit that I’ve seen the two Wicked movies a handful of times already. Frankenstein, Sinners, and Weapons I’ve watched a couple of times. Out of everything Frankenstein and Sinners are my top picks.     

Top Ten Favorite: Newer Movies
1. Frankenstein
2. Sinners
3. Wicked
4. Wicked: For Good
5. Ballerina
6. Weapons
7. The Housemaid
8. Good Boy
9. The Monkey
10. Companion

 It was a treat having you stop by! Whatever the sun or moon is doing in your neck of the woods, I hope it’s treating you well. Until our next encounter... Ciao for now!

     

Grab a Cup and Let's Chat

 "Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own instead of someone else's." (Billy Wilder)

Hello, my lovely friends!

 

    It feels like absolute ages since we just sat down for a proper chat. I know I’ve been a bit quiet, but life decided to throw a few curveballs my way lately. I’m learning to navigate the chaos—sometimes with grace, and other times by just making sure I don’t trip over my own feet.

As we all know by now, some days are definitely better than others, but I suppose that’s just the price of admission for this stage of the journey. I’m hanging in there, finding the humor in the madness, and missing our usual banter. I'd love to hear how you're all holding up.

    Well, life certainly has a way of giggling at our plans, doesn't it? My birthday didn’t exactly roll out the red carpet I was expecting. We had those lovely Art Museum tickets all lined up, but instead of a day of culture, they turned into a spontaneous donation. My poor mom woke up in so much pain she could barely move, which promptly put the kibosh on our big downtown adventure.

Honestly, though? The universe might have been onto something. We traded the crowded galleries for the couch, some classic "Moulin Rouge," and a pile of Chinese takeout. There was cheesecake involved (the true mark of a successful trip around the sun), and Mike sent over a few gifts that were a total bright spot. It was quiet, simple, and exactly the kind of "plan B" that reminds you what really matters.

    Can we just talk about the Olympics for a second? I don’t know about you, but we’ve been glued to the screen every chance we get. There is just something about watching people at the absolute peak of their game that makes my morning coffee feel a lot more intense. And here’s the thing—while we certainly love our home team, we’ve found ourselves cheering for, well, everyone.


And here is a fun little bit of trivia for your next pub quiz: did you know I was actually born on the day of the opening ceremony? Talk about being born for the spotlight! I may not be able to do a backflip on a balance beam (my knees sent a formal protest just thinking about it), but I’ve definitely got that Olympic-level spirit.

    Well, we survived the whirlwind that was the first week of February, and honestly, I needed a minute to catch my breath! But no sooner had the dust settled than Valentine’s Day came knocking. Now, if I’m being totally candid with you all, this has never exactly been my favorite holiday. It usually feels like a lot of pressure for one calendar square, doesn’t it? However, this year I decided to toss my cynicism aside. I was determined to make the day feel special for my mom, regardless of how I felt about the "Hallmark" of it all.

I went straight to the source and asked her what she wanted for our big Valentine’s dinner. To the surprise of absolutely no one, she immediately requested coconut shrimp. I headed to the store to gather the goods, but I couldn't just stop at shrimp. I ended up grabbing flowers for both of us—because why not?—and, of course, a healthy supply of chocolate. I’ve also spent my evenings tucked away watching all my favorite romantic movies. There’s just something about those classic love stories that hits different when you’ve got a bowl of treats and zero distractions.

I had everything perfectly staged for her when she wandered downstairs on the big day, but the universe apparently had a few more surprises up its sleeve. Not only did I get a beautiful bouquet from Mike, but he went ahead and got my mom flowers, too! I mean, come on. Just when I thought I couldn't be more impressed, he pulls a move like that. It’s official, everyone: he is a keeper for sure.

How’s everything been going with you all? I hope it’s all been good. 

It was a treat having you stop by! Whatever the clock says where you are, I hope your morning, afternoon, or evening is a total win. Until our next digital rendezvous... stay wonderful!

Put Yourself First

 

Happy Valentine's Day Ladies