Julie Anne's birthday was yesterday, Nancy M.'s birthday is today.

5 of the elite eight Eastland girls have birthdays in April and May as do Charlotte Rae, George Clooney and Mackenzie Aston.

Julie Anne's birthday was yesterday, Nancy M.'s birthday is today.

5 of the elite eight Eastland girls have birthdays in April and May as do Charlotte Rae, George Clooney and Mackenzie Aston.

Oh that's great to know...Nancy M is an Aries like me!! :clap:

:birthday: Nancy M! party:


Now WHO is Julie Ann?! Another one with 2 first names and with Ann in it too?!

Sue Ann and NOW a Julie Ann???! Why did the producers DO this?! To mess with our heads?! It's so diabolical! :wallbang

Julie Anne is the actress who played Cindy. She probably used her middle name because there was two Julies in the cast.

Nancy M.'s birthday is today.

Why should I go to the trouble of wishing Nancy McKeon a happy birthday? She's never wished me one!! :mad:


Julie Anne's birthday was yesterday

WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US??!?? You just sat on that all day long??? :eek:


5 of the elite eight Eastland girls have birthdays in April and May as do Charlotte Rae, George Clooney and Mackenzie Aston.

As do at least 2 FOL board members!


And yes, I'm joking in my first reply. ;)

Julie Anne is the actress who played Cindy. She probably used her middle name because there was two Julies in the cast.

So Julie Anne is Cindy but she's not Sue Ann! AHHHHH! You're driving me CRAZY!! :lol::lol::lol:

And there's TWO Julie's in the cast too? It's like they purposely set out to confuse the hell out of the viewers with these names. :lol:

^---Knowing the girls as well as I do, I never thought of that: There's a Sue Ann and a Julie Anne, but they are NOT the same character and actress. :lol:

But if it helps cfr, they tell you WHO each girl is in the theme in each episode! It lists the actress's name along with their character name in quotes! Like this:

CFR1970
"cfr"

:lol:

^---Knowing the girls as well as I do, I never thought of that: There's a Sue Ann and a Julie Anne, but they are NOT the same character and actress. :lol:

But if it helps cfr, they tell you WHO each girl is in the theme in each episode! It lists the actress's name along with their character name in quotes! Like this:

CFR1970
"cfr"

:lol:

That shows that they knew these names would drive viewers insane!! It's no wonder they axed them all and kept the Core Four with distinct looks, personalities and names. :lol:

The only one they did that with later on was for Nancy M and I often wondered why. Does anyone have the inside info on that? Was she considered special?

The only one they did that with later on was for Nancy M and I often wondered why. Does anyone have the inside info on that? Was she considered special?

Not sure. It didn't happen until season 3 or 4 (4, I think). It wasn't uncommon back then, but yeah, that is interesting that it eventually happened.

Maybe they were getting overwhelmed with mail saying, "Where are the two yellow blonds and the feminist and the phone girl?? Who is this butch girl??"

(kidding! lol)

Not sure. It didn't happen until season 3 or 4 (4, I think). It wasn't uncommon back then, but yeah, that is interesting that it eventually happened.

Maybe they were getting overwhelmed with mail saying, "Where are the two yellow blonds and the feminist and the phone girl?? Who is this butch girl??"

(kidding! lol)

I don't think anyone confused Jo with the other girls lol.

I don't know....with the salary dispute later on, and I also read she threw a script across the room in anger for something she didn't like, and the separate credits...I can't help but wonder if she was a diva. (I still love her, but if she was, oh well. It wouldn't change my mind about her. I'm just curious)

So Julie Anne is Cindy but she's not Sue Ann! AHHHHH! You're driving me CRAZY!! :lol::lol::lol:

And there's TWO Julie's in the cast too? It's like they purposely set out to confuse the hell out of the viewers with these names. :lol:

Well, you got two Nancys. Nancy the character and Nancy the actress. Also both had black hair so there has been some confusion among some people.

Black hair? Felice had black hair, but Nancy McKeon (darn her being named "Nancy") had dark brown.

Julie Anne is the actress who played Cindy. She probably used her middle name because there was two Julies in the cast.

But Julie Anne's stage name predates her time on FOL: she used it on LHOTP, for example.

So Julie Anne is Cindy but she's not Sue Ann! AHHHHH! You're driving me CRAZY!! :lol::lol::lol:

And there's TWO Julie's in the cast too? It's like they purposely set out to confuse the hell out of the viewers with these names. :lol:

That's nothing: Little House had five sisters, three played by actresses named Melissa: Melissa Sue Anderson, Melissa Gilbert, and (in later seasons) Melissa Francis. That must have been an easy set to work on! :lol:

So Julie Anne is Cindy but she's not Sue Ann! AHHHHH! You're driving me CRAZY!! :lol::lol::lol:

And there's TWO Julie's in the cast too? It's like they purposely set out to confuse the hell out of the viewers with these names. :lol:


I cannot believe you still cannot tell them apart lol!

CINDY looked nothing like SUE ANN (except for the 'Goldilocks' hair colour): she wore braids, i found her prettier, she wore sport clothes and had different taste. She was always hanging around NAT and MOLLY too.:)

SUE ANN on the other hand wore long hair, was best buddies with BLAIR and had different interests. She used to love hanging around the trouble makers such as TUMPY, and try crazy things like smoking 'Marijuana' :lol:
:rotflmao::rotflmao::rotflmao:

I cannot believe you still cannot tell them apart lol!

CINDY looked nothing like SUE ANN (except for the 'Goldilocks' hair colour): she wore braids, i found her prettier, she wore sport clothes and had different taste. She was always hanging around NAT and MOLLY too.:)

SUE ANN on the other hand wore long hair, was best buddies with BLAIR and had different interests. She used to love hanging around the trouble makers such as TUMPY, and try crazy things like smoking 'Marijuana' :lol:
:rotflmao::rotflmao::rotflmao:

TUMPY?! :eek:

TUMPY?! :eek:

You really need to watch season 1 ;)

You really need to watch season 1 ;)

Thanks for not giving a spoiler...now i'm intrigued and wondering if TUMPY is the pig? :lol:

Don't tell!....Someone will though i'm sure.

So spoil away! I don't care! :lol:

Thanks for not giving a spoiler...now i'm intrigued and wondering if TUMPY is the pig? :lol:

Don't tell!....Someone will though i'm sure.

So spoil away! I don't care! :lol:

Be nice to Tumpy. Her daddy paid lots of money to keep her at Eastland even when she was in her 20s.

Thanks for not giving a spoiler...now i'm intrigued and wondering if TUMPY is the pig? :lol:

Don't tell!....Someone will though i'm sure.

So spoil away! I don't care! :lol:

Tumpy is not the pig. :lol:

Be nice to Tumpy. Her daddy paid lots of money to keep her at Eastland even when she was in her 20s.

Who the hell names their daughter Tumpy? LOL

Were these season 1 writers on crack or something?

Be nice to Tumpy. Her daddy paid lots of money to keep her at Eastland even when she was in her 20s.

:lol::lol::lol::lol:

Who the hell names their daughter Tumpy? LOL


The same parents who would name their other daughter Kedgie. :lol:

The same parents who would name their other daughter Kedgie. :lol:

Kedgie & Tumpy...

It makes Tootie sound normal. :lol:

Who the hell names their daughter Tumpy? LOL

Were these season 1 writers on crack or something?


:rotflmao::rotflmao::rotflmao:

You ABSOLUTELY gotta watch season 1: you're going to burst out laughing!

:rotflmao::rotflmao::rotflmao:

You ABSOLUTELY gotta watch season 1: you're going to burst out laughing!

I really can't wait to really sit down and pay attention to it this time! :)

I really can't wait to really sit down and pay attention to it this time! :)

Yes! It’s a great season :D

Yes! It’s a great season :D

I did sit down to watch the flood one and liked it. But the rest I just played in the background while doing other things. But I won't do that next time! :)

I did sit down to watch the flood one and liked it. But the rest I just played in the background while doing other things. But I won't do that next time! :)

Ah, yes. "Flash Flood". A total classic! When Cindy dumps the water from her spiked shoes, I nearly bust a gut. Only thing funnier in that episode is Nancy's umbrella failing to open until it's too late! :lol:

Yeah, I gotta agree with Lorimar and Valentina: the first season is classic! There was occasionally some terrible writing, but the girls and Mrs. Garrett salvage the season with their charm.

Ah, yes. "Flash Flood". A total classic! When Cindy dumps the water from her spiked shoes, I nearly bust a gut. Only thing funnier in that episode is Nancy's umbrella failing to open until it's too late! :lol:

Yeah, I gotta agree with Lorimar and Valentina: the first season is classic! There was occasionally some terrible writing, but the girls and Mrs. Garrett salvage the season with their charm.


Once again agree 100 % retro!


Season 1 was definitely MRS G and her 7 girls! (and we didn't need any writers spoiling it):happyface:happyface:happyface

When Cindy dumps the water from her spiked shoes, I nearly bust a gut. Only thing funnier in that episode is Nancy's umbrella failing to open until it's too late! :lol:

Interesting, I didn't find the flooded spikes "funny" at all. To me it's played for drama---the basement was FLOODED badly, and MY CINDY was down there! :eek:

Interesting, I didn't find the flooded spikes "funny" at all. To me it's played for drama---the basement was FLOODED badly, and MY CINDY was down there! :eek:

The DRAMA comes in when Mrs. Garrett says Cindy could have been killed.

The DRAMA comes in when Mrs. Garrett says Cindy could have been killed.

Yes, but it's leading up to it, as it was unexpected... :lookaroun

(and the show reaction was more "gross" than funny, lol)

Interesting, I didn't find the flooded spikes "funny" at all. To me it's played for drama---the basement was FLOODED badly, and MY CINDY was down there! :eek:


I guess everyone has their favourite part: mine was BLAIR falling for STEVEN BRADLEY!:lol::lol::lol:

:rotflmao::rotflmao::rotflmao:

Interesting, I didn't find the flooded spikes "funny" at all. To me it's played for drama---the basement was FLOODED badly, and MY CINDY was down there! :eek:
Aww eights she was gonna be ok she will spend the next 5 seasons there too
I guess everyone has their favourite part: mine was BLAIR falling for STEVEN BRADLEY!:lol::lol::lol:

:rotflmao::rotflmao::rotflmao:

OUR Mr. Bradley?

Aww eights she was gonna be ok she will spend the next 5 seasons there too

:lol: ...Only with her bestie. And Molly and Nancy.

Aww eights she was gonna be ok she will spend the next 5 seasons there too


OUR Mr. Bradley?


Yes: BLAIR develops 'romantic feelings' for MR BRADLEY (while she and TOOTIE are inside the barn with him) and ends up calling him STEVEN!!!:lol::lol::lol::lol:

:love::love::love:

Yes: BLAIR develops 'romantic feelings' for MR BRADLEY (while she and TOOTIE are inside the barn with him) and ends up calling him STEVEN!!!:lol::lol::lol::lol:

:love::love::love:

And you know this was the old Blair before she was rewritten because she looked as if she would've given herself to Mr. Bradley right there in that flooded barn.

And you know this was the old Blair before she was rewritten because she looked as if she would've given herself to Mr. Bradley right there in that flooded barn.

:lol: Yep “tease” Blair

:lol: Yep “tease” Blair

Oh I don't think she was just teasing. She looked all ready to beat Natalie as being the first devirginized FOL girl. :lol:

Oh I don't think she was just teasing. She looked all ready to beat Natalie as being the first devirginized FOL girl. :lol:


BLAIR is terrible!!!!:rotflmao::rotflmao::rotflmao:

Oh I don't think she was just teasing. She looked all ready to beat Natalie as being the first devirginized FOL girl. :lol:

But she told Mrs G she was just a tease

Blair was all for experimenting sexually the first season. She mocked Sue Ann for wanting to wait until her wedding nigh. She was upset that Steve the Delivery Boy didn't want to go as far as she did in his van that night.

Blair was all for experimenting sexually the first season. She mocked Sue Ann for wanting to wait until her wedding nigh. She was upset that Steve the Delivery Boy didn't want to go as far as she did in his van that night.

I forgot about the van episode. Yeah, she was definitely ready to lose it in that episode. I think soon after that season was when Lisa Whelchel became deeply religious and wouldn't do scenes like that anymore?

I forgot about the van episode. Yeah, she was definitely ready to lose it in that episode. I think soon after that season was when Lisa Whelchel became deeply religious and wouldn't do scenes like that anymore?

People change their views as they age. Lisa was OK with doing an episode about Blair, Jo (Nancy M. was underage at that time) and Mrs. G. going to a male strip show.

Lisa said that she became born again at age 10, which would have met in 1973/74. Many years before the FOL.

People change their views as they age. Lisa was OK with doing an episode about Blair, Jo (Nancy M. was underage at that time) and Mrs. G. going to a male strip show.

Lisa said that she became born again at age 10, which would have met in 1973/74. Many years before the FOL.

Thanks for the clarification. I thought her religious views developed later on while doing FOL.

Thanks for the clarification. I thought her religious views developed later on while doing FOL.

And they shifted again after that episode. She now says she wishes that she was in that episode to give her point of view (Kim Fields ended up doing it). Lisa changed her views a lot after the divorce of her arranged marriage to her husband.

And they shifted again after that episode. She now says she wishes that she was in that episode to give her point of view (Kim Fields ended up doing it). Lisa changed her views a lot after the divorce of her arranged marriage to her husband.


I'm glad to hear she changed her views a little and now wishes she was in that one. I haven't seen it in ages and really looking forward to it.

Arranged marriage?! WTH?! Lisa Whelchel had an arranged marriage?! This is the first I heard of that! Do tell!

I'm glad to hear she changed her views a little and now wishes she was in that one. I haven't seen it in ages and really looking forward to it.

Arranged marriage?! WTH?! Lisa Whelchel had an arranged marriage?! This is the first I heard of that! Do tell!


LISA WHELCHEL had an arrangement marriage with a deeply religious man who was older than her from what i read.

I'm also glad to her she has changed her point of views and became more open, and in a way i wished BLAIR had done that episode where she was supposed to lose her virginity: having NATALIE doing it instead seemed so 'unrealistic'!
After all: BLAIR was the tease, not NAT!:confused::confused::confused:

And they shifted again after that episode. She now says she wishes that she was in that episode to give her point of view (Kim Fields ended up doing it)

How? :confused: I've never heard or read that they "used Kim instead" to give another point of view. And she was gleefully thrilled for Natalie. She wasn't against it like Blair would have been.

Even Jo's point of view wasn't radical like Blair's would've been.

How? :confused: I've never heard or read that they "used Kim instead" to give another point of view. And she was gleefully thrilled for Natalie. She wasn't against it like Blair would have been.

Even Jo's point of view wasn't radical like Blair's would've been.

I always thought that Tootie told Natalie that she should wait until she was married.

LISA WHELCHEL had an arrangement marriage with a deeply religious man who was older than her from what i read.

I'm also glad to her she has changed her point of views and became more open, and in a way i wished BLAIR had done that episode where she was supposed to lose her virginity: having NATALIE doing it instead seemed so 'unrealistic'!
After all: BLAIR was the tease, not NAT!:confused::confused::confused:

Why is it unrealistic for Natalie to loose her virginity? Did you ever hear how Mindy lost her virginity? That was more far fetch than the way than Natalie (who had a steady boyfriend while Mindy didn't) lost her virginity?

LISA WHELCHEL had an arrangement marriage with a deeply religious man who was older than her from what i read.

I'm also glad to her she has changed her point of views and became more open, and in a way i wished BLAIR had done that episode where she was supposed to lose her virginity: having NATALIE doing it instead seemed so 'unrealistic'!
After all: BLAIR was the tease, not NAT!:confused::confused::confused:

Lisa's first husband was 12 years older. Not really out there by southern US standards. Lisa is currently engage and was suppose to have been married a week ago, but the virus put a halt to that.

Why is it unrealistic for Natalie to loose her virginity? Did you ever hear how Mindy lost her virginity? That was more far fetch than the way than Natalie (who had a steady boyfriend while Mindy didn't) lost her virginity?

But that was a rumor, about how she went out and found a guy to "practice" how it would be for Natalie?

LISA WHELCHEL had an arrangement marriage with a deeply religious man who was older than her from what i read.

I'm also glad to her she has changed her point of views and became more open, and in a way i wished BLAIR had done that episode where she was supposed to lose her virginity: having NATALIE doing it instead seemed so 'unrealistic'!
After all: BLAIR was the tease, not NAT!:confused::confused::confused:

Ok, I did some searching and found a very long excerpt from Lisa herself. It's apparently an article she wrote for a Christian site called "Crosswalk". But these are her own words about that marriage.
It doesn't seem arranged to me. Just that she allowed circumstances to spiral out of control with other people believing she was about to marry and did nothing to deny it.
She did however fall in love with him before the marriage, so that tells me it was her own independent choice in the end. Before that she was grappling with the decision whether to marry him or not, so it really wasn't "arranged" in the normal sense of the word, but her decision.

Here's the excerpt I found...it's a little long, but quite interesting. And she does have her Blair moment when shopping for the engagement ring...:lol:


I’m so thankful that I waited to follow the Good Shepherd’s voice to find the man I was supposed to marry. I must admit, though, that it didn’t happen quite the way I imagined it would. I mean, come on, what daughter wants her Father to choose a husband for her?

Steve, and I became friends when I was assigned to a prayer group that he, as a pastor, was appointed to oversee. His boss, Pastor Jack Hayford, had organized “affinity” groups in our church to provide a safe place where members who were in the entertainment industry could be open and transparent about their prayer needs. Our group consisted of four married couples, Michael and Stormie Omartian, Gabri Ferrer and Debbie Boone, Dominic Allen and Charlene Tilton, and Bruce Sudano and Donna Summer. Other than Donna’s manager, Susan Munao and the other pastor, Minnie Whaley, who was an elder in every sense of the word, Steve and I were the only single people in the group. Looking back, I can see that it was a set-up right from the start.

Our group met once a month, and every month I had the same prayer request. At twenty-two I was ready to get married and start a family, and I wanted to find God’s choice of a husband for me. Steve and the others were dutiful to pray. I should have known something was up when Steve asked if he could lay hands on me and pray. Just kidding!

But not entirely.

Over the next two years, Steve and I began to spend a lot of time together, and we became good friends. (Interpretation: I was not at all attracted to him.) Every so often, he would take me out for “the talk”—the one where, because of his integrity and desire not to take advantage of his position as a pastor, he would confess that he was feeling more for me than friendship. I would assure him that although I thought he was a really nice guy (girls, you know what I mean), I was not feeling those same stirrings. We would then resolve to continue going out as friends as long as it didn’t get too uncomfortable for either of us.

I had a plumb deal. I had someone to go to dinner and the movies with, and my boyfriend wasn’t jealous. Oops, did I forget to mention that I had a boyfriend? I’d better fill you in. I had been dating a contemporary Christian singer/musician who was on the road a lot. One weekend when he was home, we were out on a date, and I felt I had to tell him about my relationship with Steve, just to keep everything up front and—even though he wasn’t the Jewish guy—kosher. I mentioned that Steve and I had been spending a lot of time together and said that because he was so “safe,” he was the logical person to escort me to functions when my minstrel was out of town. I watched my music man from across the table as he struggled to place the name with a face, “Steve, Steve.… Oh yeah, the church organist! I don’t have to worry about him.”

So now I had all my little ducks in a row. Well, actually, I was not so sure about one little duckie—Steve’s feelings. He was so sweet; I just couldn’t bear the thought of his feelings getting hurt because of unrequited love. This time I initiated “the talk.” As gingerly as possible, I suggested that we not spend as much time together. I encouraged him not to take it personally; after all, I was planning to break up with my boyfriend as well.

I explained that I was going through a personal revival with the Lord. I was even considering joining YWAM (Youth with a Mission) on a mission trip for a year after the last taping of The Facts of Life. I told him that it would be best if I just concentrated on my relationship with God for a while. There. I had said it.

I relaxed back in my chair at the same time Steve leaned forward in his. He looked me straight in the eye and declared, “Lisa, I could be good for you.”

Where did that come from? Talk about out of the blue. Who had sneaked into the restaurant, kidnapped “Mr. Milquetoast,” and replaced him with “Mr. Big”? I was speechless, which is saying a lot. (Actually, it’s not really saying anything, is it? Oh, never mind.) I didn’t know how to reply, especially since there was something incredibly attractive about what Steve had just done. I decided that it was best not to respond at all, so we ordered dessert and pretended that the entire conversation hadn’t happened.

Many weeks passed, Steve and I as friend-ly as ever, while I continued to wholeheartedly pursue my relationship with God. I registered for a seminar at our church conducted by a visiting evangelist. The last session was to be an anointing service. There were hundreds of people in attendance, and she was praying for them one at a time, so the rest of us sat waiting quietly on the Lord in worship.

I had my hands lifted to the Lord as a gesture of praise when I felt the sensation of a gentle weight descend upon me. I recognized this feeling as the presence of the Holy Spirit. And because this kind of thing doesn’t happen every day, or even every year, I knew enough to pay attention. As I waited expectantly, the thought popped into my head, Would you ever consider marrying Steve Cauble? I knew this was God talking because it was the last thing I would have ever thought to think on my own. My knee-jerk response was: No. Are you kidding?

I shrugged the Holy Spirit off my shoulders and got back to the business of worship. But the thought would not go away. So I purposed to ponder it in my heart, but I certainly was never going to tell Steve about it.

The next day Steve was leaving town for a week, so after the seminar I visited Steve at his house. We chatted as he packed; then it was time for me to head home. Just as I turned to leave, he took my hand, led me to sit down on the couch, and looked at me with unusual urgency. “Listen,” he implored. “Before you leave, I have to ask you one question. Would you ever consider marrying me?”

Wow! This guy doesn’t say much, but when he does…it’s a doozy. I laughed nervously. “Funny you should mention that,” I said. Then I told him what had happened earlier at church, and we agreed that this was probably something we should pray about. Yeah, I know, pretty discerning, huh?

In my opinion, this called for more than praying—this called for fasting! If you know anything at all about me, you know that something has to be mighty serious for me to think about giving up food. But considering the fact that I had suddenly lost my appetite, it wasn’t such a tough decision.

Proverbs 11:14 says that safety comes with a multitude of counselors, and during the following week, I met with every pastor or elder I could schedule an appointment with. They all loved Steve and me and thought this was a fabulous idea. But by the time Steve got back from his trip, I was more confused than ever. How could this be God’s will? I mean, weren’t you supposed to want to kiss the guy you were going to marry? And I really wanted children. How was I going to do that?

We concluded that what we really needed was council from the Big Kahuna himself, Pastor Jack. He would know what we should do. So Steve called him up, and he invited us up to his house after the Sunday evening service.

We arrived just as Pastor Jack and Annas’s favorite television show, “Murder She Wrote,” was beginning. We had to sit there trying to act interested in a show that anyone could figure out within the first five minutes. I wanted to shout, “The butler did it! Now, can’t we get on with something a little less trivial, like the rest of my life?” But I stifled my impatience—thank goodness I’m an actress.

Mercifully the program ended, and it was time to receive from the hand of the master. We gave a full account of all that had transpired over the past few months. We covered the friendship aspect of our relationship; we addressed our age difference (Steve is thirteen years older than me); we talked about what we thought the Lord might be saying; and we reiterated our desire, above all, to do God’s will. The only thing I failed to mention was the tiny detail of the lack of physical attraction on my part.

Pastor Jack paused just long enough to break into a broad smile before he delivered his blessing, “Sounds good to me,” he beamed. “I think you should go for it!” What? That’s it? No alliterated three-point sermon? No big words that I would have to look up when I got home? I was stunned. Before I could react, Anna was offering me a piece of strawberry cheesecake, and we were talking about Jessica Fletcher and that stupid television show again. Help! I’m on a freight train, and I can’t get off.

Little did I know that this “little engine that couldn’t” was about to become a bullet train. Steve left the next day to accompany Pastor Jack to the Foursquare denomination’s district conference. After Pastor Jack was introduced, but before he began to preach, a huge grin burst across his face. Steve was like a son to him and he couldn’t wait any longer to act the proud papa. “Before I begin,” he began, “I have some happy news to announce. Our very own Steve Cauble is engaged to be married to Lisa Whelchel.” Gasps and applause erupted from the crowd.

Let me make sure you have the full picture. Steve knew full well that immediately after the benediction, the Foursquare grapevine would swing into action. It just so happened that Steve’s parents are Foursquare pastors themselves. So he sneaked out of the service and raced to a payphone to call me. I could tell from his voice that something was wrong as he tiptoed on the other line, “Uh…Lisa…you may want to get a hold of your mother before someone else informs her of our impending marriage.”

“Come again,” I said, hoping we just had a really bad connection and I hadn’t actually heard him say that we were engaged and I didn’t even know about it. He tried to explain that there apparently had been a little miscommunication: We obviously hadn’t made it clear to Pastor Jack that we had gone to him for his counsel, not his blessing. “Yowser, Bowser!” he exclaimed.

We hung up and it hit me: I’m engaged to a man who says, “Yowser, Bowser.”

I knew immediately that I would have to leave the church. There was no way I could go through with this. I mean, isn’t there a place in a wedding ceremony where the preacher says, “You may now kiss the bride”? It might be a bit embarrassing if I offered Steve my cheek. No, I would definitely have to leave the church. I realized that I couldn’t continue to attend, knowing that every little old lady I passed in the sanctuary would be whispering, “There goes the Jezebel who broke sweet Steve Cauble’s heart.”

When Steve got back to town, we met for dinner. I anticipated an intense evening of wrestling through our options as we figured out how to clear up this terrible misunderstanding. I was not prepared for how excited Steve was. Did he sincerely believe that just because all of Foursquaredom was thrilled about our engagement that I was too?

Apparently so, because the next thing he said was, “Well, I guess if we are engaged, I ought to buy you a ring.” Why was it so hard for me to say no? Did I really think that I could avoid hurting Steve’s feelings forever by continuing this charade? Sooner or later, I was going to have to do the loving thing and break his heart.

I was able to postpone the inevitable one more time when he said, “My friend Doug bought Christa an engagement ring at the mall. Let’s go look there.” Whew, I was off the hook. The truth is, I’d known for a long time what kind of engagement ring I wanted. I also knew—no offense—that I certainly wasn’t going to find it at the mall. I was sure that it would have to be designed specifically for me. I mean, really now.

As we drove to the mall, I rested secure in my superior taste in jewelry. The man behind the counter asked me if I had anything in particular in mind. “Well, frankly, I do. But I’ve never actually seen the ring; I’ve just imagined it. Perhaps it would help if I drew it.” The gentleman handed me a piece of paper, and I proceeded to draw an emerald-cut diamond in the center surrounded by two triangular, trillion cuts on each side.

The jeweler studied the slip of paper and then reached into the case and pulled out a ring. “You mean this one?” he asked.

There it was—my ring—the one I had never actually seen before. Oh no, I thought. I had drawn it! I couldn’t take it back and say, “Well, no, come to think of it, it was more circular in shape.”

Steve was elated. He whipped out his credit card and bought it on the spot. I’m pretty sure I even heard him say, “Praise the Lord.” But the Lord obviously had nothing to do with this. I mean, God created man and woman; He created the way they created babies. He knows about these things. He surely wasn’t a part of all these “coincidences.”

A few days later I panicked and caught the first flight to Nashville to visit my childhood friend, Michelle. Either she would help me figure out what to do or I could just have my belongings shipped to Tennessee. When I got there I went to the local Christian bookstore and bought every book in the shelf on “how to find the will of God.”

I spent the next three days in bed, alternately pouring over these books and pouring out my heart to God. This had gotten way out of hand and had escalated into a crisis of faith. It was more than an issue of whether Steve was the man I was to marry; this was now about whether God was the God I was to serve.

The way I saw it, either this was all a big joke and God had capriciously manipulated our lives for His own sick entertainment, or this was all my fault for not having the courage to say no or this was God’s plan for my life and I was destined to marry a man for whom I felt very little attraction. To me, all the options were devastating.

Because either my past was all a lie or my future was to be lived as one, I had to find the truth. What did I know for certain? Let’s start at the beginning: Okay, I believe there is a God. I have met Him personally, and He has proven Himself trustworthy in my life many times. I know that I know that He adores me and that He is good through and through. He is stronger than the devil’s schemes, and He is more powerful than circumstances, coincidences, or cowardliness. I could rest in this because I also knew for certain that I had sought His will with a pure heart.

The choice was mine. Was I going to trust God or trust my heart? I knew the decision I had to make, and I felt an unexplainable peace about it. When I boarded a plane home, I was wearing my new engagement ring and carrying the “Now That You Are Engaged” book I had purchased earlier in the week. I figured that since I had decided to marry this man whether the feelings were there or not, I could probably use all the help I could get.

The first suggestion in the book was that I fill out a sheet of paper entitled, “What I love about my fiancé.” I took out a legal pad and began to list all of Steve’s wonderful qualities. There was never a question about how much I admired and respected him, so this was easy. I even recall a time shortly after getting to know Steve when I remarked to a friend, “If the woman who marries Steve Cauble doesn’t realize what a prize she has, I will personally pay her a visit and knock some sense into her.”

Before I realized what was happening to me, somewhere up there around 35,000 feet, I had completed not one, but two legal-size sheets of paper filled with unexaggerated hyperbole extolling the many virtues of Steve Cauble. As I reread my list, something totally unexpected happened.

I fell in love.

When I got off that plane, I ran into my fiancé’s arms and gave him the sloppiest kiss you ever did see!

What do you know that you know that you know about God? Do you believe that He is all-powerful? Do you trust that He is all-good? Is He all-loving and all-holy? These are questions that you need to settle in your heart. There may come a time in your life when the only thing you can count on is the character of God. And that will be enough.

...So Lisa's not a Murder She Wrote fan.

:lol:

...So Lisa's not a Murder She Wrote fan.

:lol:

I know! It appears that she HATES the show! :lol:

I know! It appears that she HATES the show! :lol:

:lol::lol::lol::lol:

But that was a rumor, about how she went out and found a guy to "practice" how it would be for Natalie?

How Mindy described how she went and lost her own virginity.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5CY5NamkPFA

I know! It appears that she HATES the show! :lol:


What??? Are you saying LISA hates FOL?:confused::confused::confused:

Ok, I did some searching and found a very long excerpt from Lisa herself. It's apparently an article she wrote for a Christian site called "Crosswalk". But these are her own words about that marriage.
It doesn't seem arranged to me. Just that she allowed circumstances to spiral out of control with other people believing she was about to marry and did nothing to deny it.
She did however fall in love with him before the marriage, so that tells me it was her own independent choice in the end. Before that she was grappling with the decision whether to marry him or not, so it really wasn't "arranged" in the normal sense of the word, but her decision.

Here's the excerpt I found...it's a little long, but quite interesting. And she does have her Blair moment when shopping for the engagement ring...:lol:


I’m so thankful that I waited to follow the Good Shepherd’s voice to find the man I was supposed to marry. I must admit, though, that it didn’t happen quite the way I imagined it would. I mean, come on, what daughter wants her Father to choose a husband for her?

Steve, and I became friends when I was assigned to a prayer group that he, as a pastor, was appointed to oversee. His boss, Pastor Jack Hayford, had organized “affinity” groups in our church to provide a safe place where members who were in the entertainment industry could be open and transparent about their prayer needs. Our group consisted of four married couples, Michael and Stormie Omartian, Gabri Ferrer and Debbie Boone, Dominic Allen and Charlene Tilton, and Bruce Sudano and Donna Summer. Other than Donna’s manager, Susan Munao and the other pastor, Minnie Whaley, who was an elder in every sense of the word, Steve and I were the only single people in the group. Looking back, I can see that it was a set-up right from the start.

Our group met once a month, and every month I had the same prayer request. At twenty-two I was ready to get married and start a family, and I wanted to find God’s choice of a husband for me. Steve and the others were dutiful to pray. I should have known something was up when Steve asked if he could lay hands on me and pray. Just kidding!

But not entirely.

Over the next two years, Steve and I began to spend a lot of time together, and we became good friends. (Interpretation: I was not at all attracted to him.) Every so often, he would take me out for “the talk”—the one where, because of his integrity and desire not to take advantage of his position as a pastor, he would confess that he was feeling more for me than friendship. I would assure him that although I thought he was a really nice guy (girls, you know what I mean), I was not feeling those same stirrings. We would then resolve to continue going out as friends as long as it didn’t get too uncomfortable for either of us.

I had a plumb deal. I had someone to go to dinner and the movies with, and my boyfriend wasn’t jealous. Oops, did I forget to mention that I had a boyfriend? I’d better fill you in. I had been dating a contemporary Christian singer/musician who was on the road a lot. One weekend when he was home, we were out on a date, and I felt I had to tell him about my relationship with Steve, just to keep everything up front and—even though he wasn’t the Jewish guy—kosher. I mentioned that Steve and I had been spending a lot of time together and said that because he was so “safe,” he was the logical person to escort me to functions when my minstrel was out of town. I watched my music man from across the table as he struggled to place the name with a face, “Steve, Steve.… Oh yeah, the church organist! I don’t have to worry about him.”

So now I had all my little ducks in a row. Well, actually, I was not so sure about one little duckie—Steve’s feelings. He was so sweet; I just couldn’t bear the thought of his feelings getting hurt because of unrequited love. This time I initiated “the talk.” As gingerly as possible, I suggested that we not spend as much time together. I encouraged him not to take it personally; after all, I was planning to break up with my boyfriend as well.

I explained that I was going through a personal revival with the Lord. I was even considering joining YWAM (Youth with a Mission) on a mission trip for a year after the last taping of The Facts of Life. I told him that it would be best if I just concentrated on my relationship with God for a while. There. I had said it.

I relaxed back in my chair at the same time Steve leaned forward in his. He looked me straight in the eye and declared, “Lisa, I could be good for you.”

Where did that come from? Talk about out of the blue. Who had sneaked into the restaurant, kidnapped “Mr. Milquetoast,” and replaced him with “Mr. Big”? I was speechless, which is saying a lot. (Actually, it’s not really saying anything, is it? Oh, never mind.) I didn’t know how to reply, especially since there was something incredibly attractive about what Steve had just done. I decided that it was best not to respond at all, so we ordered dessert and pretended that the entire conversation hadn’t happened.

Many weeks passed, Steve and I as friend-ly as ever, while I continued to wholeheartedly pursue my relationship with God. I registered for a seminar at our church conducted by a visiting evangelist. The last session was to be an anointing service. There were hundreds of people in attendance, and she was praying for them one at a time, so the rest of us sat waiting quietly on the Lord in worship.

I had my hands lifted to the Lord as a gesture of praise when I felt the sensation of a gentle weight descend upon me. I recognized this feeling as the presence of the Holy Spirit. And because this kind of thing doesn’t happen every day, or even every year, I knew enough to pay attention. As I waited expectantly, the thought popped into my head, Would you ever consider marrying Steve Cauble? I knew this was God talking because it was the last thing I would have ever thought to think on my own. My knee-jerk response was: No. Are you kidding?

I shrugged the Holy Spirit off my shoulders and got back to the business of worship. But the thought would not go away. So I purposed to ponder it in my heart, but I certainly was never going to tell Steve about it.

The next day Steve was leaving town for a week, so after the seminar I visited Steve at his house. We chatted as he packed; then it was time for me to head home. Just as I turned to leave, he took my hand, led me to sit down on the couch, and looked at me with unusual urgency. “Listen,” he implored. “Before you leave, I have to ask you one question. Would you ever consider marrying me?”

Wow! This guy doesn’t say much, but when he does…it’s a doozy. I laughed nervously. “Funny you should mention that,” I said. Then I told him what had happened earlier at church, and we agreed that this was probably something we should pray about. Yeah, I know, pretty discerning, huh?

In my opinion, this called for more than praying—this called for fasting! If you know anything at all about me, you know that something has to be mighty serious for me to think about giving up food. But considering the fact that I had suddenly lost my appetite, it wasn’t such a tough decision.

Proverbs 11:14 says that safety comes with a multitude of counselors, and during the following week, I met with every pastor or elder I could schedule an appointment with. They all loved Steve and me and thought this was a fabulous idea. But by the time Steve got back from his trip, I was more confused than ever. How could this be God’s will? I mean, weren’t you supposed to want to kiss the guy you were going to marry? And I really wanted children. How was I going to do that?

We concluded that what we really needed was council from the Big Kahuna himself, Pastor Jack. He would know what we should do. So Steve called him up, and he invited us up to his house after the Sunday evening service.

We arrived just as Pastor Jack and Annas’s favorite television show, “Murder She Wrote,” was beginning. We had to sit there trying to act interested in a show that anyone could figure out within the first five minutes. I wanted to shout, “The butler did it! Now, can’t we get on with something a little less trivial, like the rest of my life?” But I stifled my impatience—thank goodness I’m an actress.

Mercifully the program ended, and it was time to receive from the hand of the master. We gave a full account of all that had transpired over the past few months. We covered the friendship aspect of our relationship; we addressed our age difference (Steve is thirteen years older than me); we talked about what we thought the Lord might be saying; and we reiterated our desire, above all, to do God’s will. The only thing I failed to mention was the tiny detail of the lack of physical attraction on my part.

Pastor Jack paused just long enough to break into a broad smile before he delivered his blessing, “Sounds good to me,” he beamed. “I think you should go for it!” What? That’s it? No alliterated three-point sermon? No big words that I would have to look up when I got home? I was stunned. Before I could react, Anna was offering me a piece of strawberry cheesecake, and we were talking about Jessica Fletcher and that stupid television show again. Help! I’m on a freight train, and I can’t get off.

Little did I know that this “little engine that couldn’t” was about to become a bullet train. Steve left the next day to accompany Pastor Jack to the Foursquare denomination’s district conference. After Pastor Jack was introduced, but before he began to preach, a huge grin burst across his face. Steve was like a son to him and he couldn’t wait any longer to act the proud papa. “Before I begin,” he began, “I have some happy news to announce. Our very own Steve Cauble is engaged to be married to Lisa Whelchel.” Gasps and applause erupted from the crowd.

Let me make sure you have the full picture. Steve knew full well that immediately after the benediction, the Foursquare grapevine would swing into action. It just so happened that Steve’s parents are Foursquare pastors themselves. So he sneaked out of the service and raced to a payphone to call me. I could tell from his voice that something was wrong as he tiptoed on the other line, “Uh…Lisa…you may want to get a hold of your mother before someone else informs her of our impending marriage.”

“Come again,” I said, hoping we just had a really bad connection and I hadn’t actually heard him say that we were engaged and I didn’t even know about it. He tried to explain that there apparently had been a little miscommunication: We obviously hadn’t made it clear to Pastor Jack that we had gone to him for his counsel, not his blessing. “Yowser, Bowser!” he exclaimed.

We hung up and it hit me: I’m engaged to a man who says, “Yowser, Bowser.”

I knew immediately that I would have to leave the church. There was no way I could go through with this. I mean, isn’t there a place in a wedding ceremony where the preacher says, “You may now kiss the bride”? It might be a bit embarrassing if I offered Steve my cheek. No, I would definitely have to leave the church. I realized that I couldn’t continue to attend, knowing that every little old lady I passed in the sanctuary would be whispering, “There goes the Jezebel who broke sweet Steve Cauble’s heart.”

When Steve got back to town, we met for dinner. I anticipated an intense evening of wrestling through our options as we figured out how to clear up this terrible misunderstanding. I was not prepared for how excited Steve was. Did he sincerely believe that just because all of Foursquaredom was thrilled about our engagement that I was too?

Apparently so, because the next thing he said was, “Well, I guess if we are engaged, I ought to buy you a ring.” Why was it so hard for me to say no? Did I really think that I could avoid hurting Steve’s feelings forever by continuing this charade? Sooner or later, I was going to have to do the loving thing and break his heart.

I was able to postpone the inevitable one more time when he said, “My friend Doug bought Christa an engagement ring at the mall. Let’s go look there.” Whew, I was off the hook. The truth is, I’d known for a long time what kind of engagement ring I wanted. I also knew—no offense—that I certainly wasn’t going to find it at the mall. I was sure that it would have to be designed specifically for me. I mean, really now.

As we drove to the mall, I rested secure in my superior taste in jewelry. The man behind the counter asked me if I had anything in particular in mind. “Well, frankly, I do. But I’ve never actually seen the ring; I’ve just imagined it. Perhaps it would help if I drew it.” The gentleman handed me a piece of paper, and I proceeded to draw an emerald-cut diamond in the center surrounded by two triangular, trillion cuts on each side.

The jeweler studied the slip of paper and then reached into the case and pulled out a ring. “You mean this one?” he asked.

There it was—my ring—the one I had never actually seen before. Oh no, I thought. I had drawn it! I couldn’t take it back and say, “Well, no, come to think of it, it was more circular in shape.”

Steve was elated. He whipped out his credit card and bought it on the spot. I’m pretty sure I even heard him say, “Praise the Lord.” But the Lord obviously had nothing to do with this. I mean, God created man and woman; He created the way they created babies. He knows about these things. He surely wasn’t a part of all these “coincidences.”

A few days later I panicked and caught the first flight to Nashville to visit my childhood friend, Michelle. Either she would help me figure out what to do or I could just have my belongings shipped to Tennessee. When I got there I went to the local Christian bookstore and bought every book in the shelf on “how to find the will of God.”

I spent the next three days in bed, alternately pouring over these books and pouring out my heart to God. This had gotten way out of hand and had escalated into a crisis of faith. It was more than an issue of whether Steve was the man I was to marry; this was now about whether God was the God I was to serve.

The way I saw it, either this was all a big joke and God had capriciously manipulated our lives for His own sick entertainment, or this was all my fault for not having the courage to say no or this was God’s plan for my life and I was destined to marry a man for whom I felt very little attraction. To me, all the options were devastating.

Because either my past was all a lie or my future was to be lived as one, I had to find the truth. What did I know for certain? Let’s start at the beginning: Okay, I believe there is a God. I have met Him personally, and He has proven Himself trustworthy in my life many times. I know that I know that He adores me and that He is good through and through. He is stronger than the devil’s schemes, and He is more powerful than circumstances, coincidences, or cowardliness. I could rest in this because I also knew for certain that I had sought His will with a pure heart.

The choice was mine. Was I going to trust God or trust my heart? I knew the decision I had to make, and I felt an unexplainable peace about it. When I boarded a plane home, I was wearing my new engagement ring and carrying the “Now That You Are Engaged” book I had purchased earlier in the week. I figured that since I had decided to marry this man whether the feelings were there or not, I could probably use all the help I could get.

The first suggestion in the book was that I fill out a sheet of paper entitled, “What I love about my fiancé.” I took out a legal pad and began to list all of Steve’s wonderful qualities. There was never a question about how much I admired and respected him, so this was easy. I even recall a time shortly after getting to know Steve when I remarked to a friend, “If the woman who marries Steve Cauble doesn’t realize what a prize she has, I will personally pay her a visit and knock some sense into her.”

Before I realized what was happening to me, somewhere up there around 35,000 feet, I had completed not one, but two legal-size sheets of paper filled with unexaggerated hyperbole extolling the many virtues of Steve Cauble. As I reread my list, something totally unexpected happened.

I fell in love.

When I got off that plane, I ran into my fiancé’s arms and gave him the sloppiest kiss you ever did see!

What do you know that you know that you know about God? Do you believe that He is all-powerful? Do you trust that He is all-good? Is He all-loving and all-holy? These are questions that you need to settle in your heart. There may come a time in your life when the only thing you can count on is the character of God. And that will be enough.




Talk about 'SOAP OPERA!' (that was long to read cfr1970!:lol::lol::lol:

What??? Are you saying LISA hates FOL?:confused::confused::confused:

Oh God no! There's a show called "Murder She Wrote" that played during the 80's starring Angela Lansbury as a detective who solved weekly murder mysteries. I don't know if it played over there in the uk?
I never watched it, but my Grandpa did. :lol: I think the targeted audience was older people and I doubt it appealed to younger viewers. At least it didn't with me.

But now that i'm :grrbald:, maybe I should give it another look. :lol::lol:

Talk about 'SOAP OPERA!' (that was long to read cfr1970!:lol::lol::lol:

Yet you still quoted the whole damn thing! :lol::lol:

I thought you'd especially enjoy it since it was Lisa's own words about that time. I found it interesting.

Oh God no! There's a show called "Murder She Wrote" that played during the 80's starring Angela Lansbury as a detective who solved weekly murder mysteries. I don't know if it played over there in the uk?
I never watched it, but my Grandpa did. :lol: I think the targeted audience was older people and I doubt it appealed to younger viewers. At least it didn't with me.

But now that i'm :grrbald:, maybe I should give it another look. :lol::lol:


Of course i know 'MURDER SHE WROTE' you dummy!:lol::lol::lol:
And i don't think it was only for 'older audiences': i used to watch it when i was a teenager, and so did my sister who was even younger).:cool:

ANGELA LANDSBURY kind of reminds me of MRS G (if she ever starred in mysteries) and i read somewhere that CHARLOTTE RAE had an episode on 'MURDER SHE WROTE' lol!:talk:

On the other hand, i didn't really enjoyed that much watching the 'GOLDEN GIRLS' when a teeny (i guess i felt to young for a bunch of 'middle aged' women!) but my sister insisted on it....:rolleyes:

PS: i just googled ANGELA LANDSBURY, and she's even a year older than CHARLOTTE RAE lol!:crazy:

Of course i know 'MURDER SHE WROTE' you dummy!:lol::lol::lol:
And i don't think it was only for 'older audiences': i used to watch it when i was a teenager, and so did my sister who was even younger).:cool:

ANGELA LANDSBURY kind of reminds me of MRS G (if she ever starred in mysteries) and i read somewhere that CHARLOTTE RAE had an episode on 'MURDER SHE WROTE' lol!:talk:

On the other hand, i didn't really enjoyed that much watching the 'GOLDEN GIRLS' when a teeny (i guess i felt to young for a bunch of 'middle aged' women!) but my sister insisted on it....:rolleyes:

PS: i just googled ANGELA LANDSBURY, and she's even a year older than CHARLOTTE RAE lol!:crazy:

I wasn't sure if you knew about it since you live in the UK and I know they have their own shows over there. I can't believe Angela Lansbury (No D in her last name!) is 94!! And she's still working too. That's nice to see and good for her. :)

Did you like Golden Girls when you got older? I liked them since I was a teen and never saw them as just middle aged women because they were so funny. And they acted more like HS teenagers at times, especially Blanche. :lol:

...So Lisa's not a Murder She Wrote fan.

:lol:

I know! It appears that she HATES the show! :lol:

WHOA! :eek: How old was Lisa when she insulted Angela Lansbury's TV show like that in print?? This doesn't sound like the sweet nice Lisa who hosts "Collector's Call"! lol

Oh God no! There's a show called "Murder She Wrote" that played during the 80's starring Angela Lansbury as a detective who solved weekly murder mysteries. I never watched it, but my Grandpa did. :lol:

So did my grandmother! :lol:


I think the targeted audience was older people and I doubt it appealed to younger viewers. At least it didn't with me.

Oh yes, it was SO targeted for seniors. How else could a show take something as horrible and grisly and devastating as MURDER and turn it "cutesy" and "folksy"??? :eek:


But now that i'm :grrbald:, maybe I should give it another look. :lol::lol:

:rofl:

That reminds me, I once saw someone online say, "If you ever meet Jessica Fletcher, run---everywhere she goes, somebody turns up dead!"

How true! :rofl:

On the other hand, i didn't really enjoyed that much watching the 'GOLDEN GIRLS' when a teeny (i guess i felt to young for a bunch of 'middle aged' women!) but my sister insisted on it....:rolleyes:

Did you like Golden Girls when you got older? I liked them since I was a teen and never saw them as just middle aged women because they were so funny. And they acted more like HS teenagers at times, especially Blanche. :lol:

Oh gosh, yes, TGG was TOTALLY different from MSW. GG was written with such hilarious characterization and humor that the show covered demographics all across the board. Betty White says they got fan mail and approaches from so many kids and teens (but she also says Rue got many approaches from grown men, haha!).

I wasn't sure if you knew about it since you live in the UK and I know they have their own shows over there. I can't believe Angela Lansbury (No D in her last name!) is 94!! And she's still working too. That's nice to see and good for her. :)

Did you like Golden Girls when you got older? I liked them since I was a teen and never saw them as just middle aged women because they were so funny. And they acted more like HS teenagers at times, especially Blanche. :lol:


'MURDER SHE WROTE' was popular all over EUROPE, and i even watched it in many different languages!:lol::lol::lol:

You're right: i started enjoying 'GOLDEN GIRLS' when i got older :D

I guess when i was a teenager i was more into family shows such as: 'THE WONDER YEARS' (although i still love that show); 'RAG TO RICHES'; 'FAMILY TIES' etc....:cool:

PS: i'm glad to hear ANGELA LANSBURY (no D this time) is still kicking hard!
(i think she and CHARLOTTE RAE would have been good friends):wave:

WHOA! :eek: How old was Lisa when she insulted Angela Lansbury's TV show like that in print?? This doesn't sound like the sweet nice Lisa who hosts "Collector's Call"! lol

It would have been either the last season of FOL or shortly after it ended.

That reminds me, I once saw someone online say, "If you ever meet Jessica Fletcher, run---everywhere she goes, somebody turns up dead!"

How true! :rofl:

:lol:

It's true!

...In my family, we have a theory that Jessica Fletcher killed all those people, and simply framed all the suspects for the murders. How else do you explain how over 200 people died whenever Ms. Fletcher was around? Considering per capita deaths, Cabot Cove, Maine, must have been the murder capital of the United States! :lol:

(Still, I'm shocked by Lisa's vehement hatred of MSW. It's surprising because Lisa had no problem appearing on sillier shows, like Survivor.)

It would have been either the last season of FOL or shortly after it ended.


Wow i cannot believe LISA insulted ANGELA LANSBURY! (to me it sounds like she was having a BLAIR moment) Like in 'The girls school' episode, when BLAIR is rude to MRS G lol!):lol::lol::lol:

WHOA! :eek: How old was Lisa when she insulted Angela Lansbury's TV show like that in print?? This doesn't sound like the sweet nice Lisa who hosts "Collector's Call"! lol

She was just 22 at the time she was forced to watch that episode when she and her future husband went over to the pastor's house. And I don't know any 22 year old who can sit through a whole episode of "Murder, She Wrote", so I think Lisa was simply being honest about how she felt at the time.

At almost 57,👵she probably now has the whole Jessica Fletcher Murder Mystery Box Set and forces the whole family to watch with her just like the pastor and his wife did. :lol:

Wow i cannot believe LISA insulted ANGELA LANSBURY! (to me it sounds like she was having a BLAIR moment) Like in 'The girls school' episode, when BLAIR is rude to MRS G lol!):lol::lol::lol:

Oh God she didn't insult Angela Lansbury LOL. She just said she didn't want to sit through that show and that you could tell who the killer was in the first 5 minutes.

I can't believe out of that whole long article she wrote on her impending marriage, this is the main takeaway from it! AHHHH! :lol::lol::lol:

She was just 22 at the time she was forced to watch that episode when she and her future husband went over to the pastor's house. And I don't know any 22 year old who can sit through a whole episode of "Murder, She Wrote", so I think Lisa was simply being honest about how she felt at the time.

At almost 57,👵she probably now has the whole Jessica Fletcher Murder Mystery Box Set and forces the whole family to watch with her just like the pastor and his wife did. :lol:

...And when her young friends come over to ask her advice about marriage, she says, "Let's watch another episode of Murder She Wrote, dearie. That Jessica Fletcher is some crime-solver, isn't she?" 👵

:lol:

Just kidding. Lisa's barely physically aged in the last 20 years. It's actually a little odd. :lol:

...And when her young friends come over to ask her advice about marriage, she says, "Let's watch another episode of Murder She Wrote, dearie. That Jessica Fletcher is some crime-solver, isn't she?" 👵

:lol:

Just kidding. Lisa's barely physically aged in the last 20 years. It's actually a little odd. :lol:

I know. She still looks exactly like Blair Warner and I don't think (I hope not!) she's had any "work" done.

I know. She still looks exactly like Blair Warner and I don't think (I hope not!) she's had any "work" done.

I also believe Lisa has had little or no "work" done, other than dental stuff, and the usual hair dye/makeup. IMO, most women actually look older once they have plastic surgery. Poor Courteney Cox bought into the whole plastic surgery thing, and she started to look horrible because of the surgeries. I think she already looks better, after giving up trying to look "young".

I know how hurt Justine Bateman felt, reading mean comments about her appearance online. Until we, as a society, get over women needing to look "young", these tragic stories will continue.

Julie Anne recently posted some natural selfies of herself, and I'm quite proud of her.

Lisa def looks natural, even on Survivor where they have nothing she looked stunning.

I also believe Lisa has had little or no "work" done, other than dental stuff, and the usual hair dye/makeup. IMO, most women actually look older once they have plastic surgery. Poor Courteney Cox bought into the whole plastic surgery thing, and she started to look horrible because of the surgeries. I think she already looks better, after giving up trying to look "young".

I know how hurt Justine Bateman felt, reading mean comments about her appearance online. Until we, as a society, get over women needing to look "young", these tragic stories will continue.

Julie Anne recently posted some natural selfies of herself, and I'm quite proud of her.

Lisa was gifted with great facial bone structure. I think even Blair Warner mentions this in the show too. :lol:

Courteney Cox, with all the millions she made off Friends really didn't need to turn herself into a clown with all that puffers she injected into her face. I mean, with all that money made, why CARE if you don't work again or care to forever look 25. As you said, it only has the opposite effect and makes them look even older.

Justine Bateman seems like a sweet person so I couldn't make fun of her. She didn't make all the millions like Cox did, so I can see why she'd feel the need to keep herself looking young to keep getting work.

I know. She still looks exactly like Blair Warner and I don't think (I hope not!) she's had any "work" done.


You're right about that: LISA does look great (considering she's the oldest of the core of 4) but so does NANCY MKEON, MINDY COHN (now she looks her right age) and KIM FIELDS!:wave::wave::wave:

PS: i hope she didn't have any operations done either, but i don't think so! After all, as BLAIR used to say "i will never age, i will ALWAYS look 25!":happyface:happyface:happyface

She was just 22 at the time she was forced to watch that episode when she and her future husband went over to the pastor's house. And I don't know any 22 year old who can sit through a whole episode of "Murder, She Wrote", so I think Lisa was simply being honest about how she felt at the time.

At almost 57,👵she probably now has the whole Jessica Fletcher Murder Mystery Box Set and forces the whole family to watch with her just like the pastor and his wife did. :lol:


I can actually see LISA telling her kids: "now be good sports and watch MURDER SHE WROTE!":lol::lol::lol:

:clap::clap::clap:

Lisa was gifted with great facial bone structure. I think even Blair Warner mentions this in the show too. :lol:

Courteney Cox, with all the millions she made off Friends really didn't need to turn herself into a clown with all that puffers she injected into her face. I mean, with all that money made, why CARE if you don't work again or care to forever look 25. As you said, it only has the opposite effect and makes them look even older.

I'm not judging Courteney, because I know in the film and television industry, there is intense pressure for older women to get "work" done. I wish she hadn't done it, but I also see exactly why she did: it's a totally superficial industry, and if you don't continue to look young, as a woman, you will not get work. And some actresses, even though they don't have to work, still want to work.

Someone I know got completely out of the entertainment industry because it was so destructive being a slave to corporations and the superficial Hollywood subculture. Those hideous fish lips and stretched faces were actually popular in Hollywood. Like, some kind of demented status symbol: signs that you could afford to have your face mangled.


Justine Bateman seems like a sweet person so I couldn't make fun of her. She didn't make all the millions like Cox did, so I can see why she'd feel the need to keep herself looking young to keep getting work.

I hope she doesn't feel that need. I hope she can resist that destructive culture.

Lisa def looks natural, even on Survivor where they have nothing she looked stunning.

YES. And even caked in dirt and mud, someone there recognized her as Blair Warner! :lol:

I'm not judging Courteney, because I know in the film and television industry, there is intense pressure for older women to get "work" done. I wish she hadn't done it, but I also see exactly why she did: it's a totally superficial industry, and if you don't continue to look young, as a woman, you will not get work. And some actresses, even though they don't have to work, still want to work.

Someone I know got completely out of the entertainment industry because it was so destructive being a slave to corporations and the superficial Hollywood subculture. Those hideous fish lips and stretched faces were actually popular in Hollywood. Like, some kind of demented status symbol: signs that you could afford to have your face mangled.



I hope she doesn't feel that need. I hope she can resist that destructive culture.

Didn't Justine Bateman go back to college recently? I remember reading that so hopefully she's pulled away from the destruction of Hollywood at this point in her life.

Didn't Justine Bateman go back to college recently? I remember reading that so hopefully she's pulled away from the destruction of Hollywood at this point in her life.

Yes! I believe Justine graduated from UCLA in Spring 2016, which is just awesome! (Also, that's the alma mater of both Charlotte and Julie Pie, soo that is also cool).

Yes! I believe Justine graduated from UCLA in Spring 2016, which is just awesome! (Also, that's the alma mater of both Charlotte and Julie Pie, soo that is also cool).

That's really great for her. It's nice to see Hollywood didn't mess her up and she's still a grounded person.

I just looked at her Wiki page and she's directing now. She's got a film coming out called "Violet" that she produced and directed.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Violet_(2020_film)

PS: i hope she didn't have any operations done either, but i don't think so! After all, as BLAIR used to say "i will never age, i will ALWAYS look 25!":happyface:happyface:happyface

Oh man! I forgot I made a Lisa then-and-now meme with that very quote. Lord know where it is around these boards now. :lol:

That's really great for her. It's nice to see Hollywood didn't mess her up and she's still a grounded person.

I just looked at her Wiki page and she's directing now. She's got a film coming out called "Violet" that she produced and directed.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Violet_(2020_film)

Nice!

Happy Belated Birthday Nancy!