Paul Newman

Paul Newman's death on Saturday shook me a little. It's hard to lose an icon and I was pretty crazy about him. I admired his charity work, his enduring marriage to Joanne Woodward and of course, his acting. The blue eyes didn't hurt.

Several years ago, I met him. OK, maybe "met" is a stretch. He was at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway (he owns a racing team,) and I was taking corporate clients through the garage area. He was cordial to my clients. He was also wearing sunglasses so I didn't get to see the blue eyes.

I buy his salad dressing and spaghetti sauce -- not just for the cause. This afternoon I might watch, "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." Brick was a disturbed and troubled character. (Probably because of Big Daddy.)

Unlike Brick, Paul Newman seemed to be a well-centered man.

Now if something happens to Robert Redford, I will really lose it.

Big Daddy

I'm not sure when I started referring to the husband as "Big Daddy." Just for the record, he hates it. Unfortunately for him, it's caught on. I love old movies so I'm pretty sure I borrowed it from Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.

I used it with our old dog. I constantly use it with the puppy, "Big Daddy would be so mad if he saw you doing that!" The workout girls refer to him as Big Daddy. The other day, his mother said to me, "What time will Big Daddy be home?"