When you flail about, frantically trying to lay waste to a big, black, hairy spider – one that somehow manages to escape your clutches of doom – do mind the hair. Even if there is no open flame, you just never know what might transpire. For instance, you could be sitting there, contemplating life’s quandaries, when you run your fingers through your hair – and get stuck. This, my friends, is never a good sign. It’s especially bad if there’s a solid substance. In your hair.
Granted, you may be a writer; still, you took a shower that very morning! So you sit there, pondering what hair product could have possibly gone so very, very wrong. You jump up to further investigate. That’s when you notice the spot on your shirt … wax, it would appear. You look down at the only candle lit that morning. How could it have lept up on your shirt and toward the back of your head? Did you hold the candle and spaz? Was there an earthquake? Were you abuducted by aliens and didn’t know it?
Only later … when you happen to notice the odd trail of drippings around the wax burner … will you put two-and-two together. If only you had wrangled that hair better. If only you would have paid closer attention, your hair would have never been tempted to take a nice dip in pool of wax. You could have saved your self mental anguish trying to figure it all out. You could have actually spent the hour doing something productive.
It’s a cautionary tale my friends, a cautionary tale. Do pay heed.
Good Monday greetings to you! And how was that weekend of yours? Mine was an extension of the week – fairly unproductive. So I decided to finish it off with the Oscars. Now I haven’t watched the Oscars for years – a decade, at least. It just got too gaudy and annoying for my taste, so I dropped it. I must say, I was pleasantly surprised. So without further ado, my thoughts on the 82nd Annual Academy Awards:
- George Clooney, apparently, has become a grumpy old man - when did this happen?! I don’t know … but if looks could kill, we’d be paying tribute to Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin this morning. Instead, George Clooney just looked like an *bleep* … and he did not appear to be joking. I do not know the story, my friends – usually he seems nothing short of a gentleman … a nut … a good sport. So if it was all part of the show, I didn’t get it. But I’ll tell you one thing, if he truly was Mr. Sour Pants – and I was his girlfriend - I’d be saying, “Simmer in your ugly disposition; I’m going to change seats with one of those nose-bleeders up there … “ And that is one of many, many reason I’ve never been, nor will I ever be, George Clooney’s girlfriend. Moving right along …
- Speaking of Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin I think they did a good job hosting together; I may not have laughed ’til I cried, but I chuckled, and that’s always good;
- Tina Fey and Robert Downey Jr’s clever repartee on screenwriter vs. actor was awesome – they part me asunder;
- The clips from Lauren Becall’s acceptance speech for her Lifetime Achievement Award were classic – loved it;
- Farrah Fawcett was oddly and quite noticeably absent from the “In Memoriam” mantage – of all the people they could forget, she seems like a hard one. Weird;
- Loved the 80’s flashback with actors/actresses who starred in our favorite John Hughes films paying tribute to the director;
- The clip from “Twilight” in the horror movie mantage made me snicker;
- Movie trailers make commercials much more easy to digest – especially if they are different each time around – so, thankful for that;
- Whoever was in charge of putting this show together deserves a raise. It was entertaining, it didn’t drag on; it had a hint of glamour, but it wasn’t over the top. Yes, there may have been some hiccups (what event goes without?) but all in all, it was very well done.
Of course, there were many a gorgeous gown – and I didn’t notice any that were truly horrifying. It was almost – just almost – like a glimpse at old Hollywood glamour. And what’s not to love about that?!
Happy March, by the way. And to think we’re already three days in. I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty excited about March. It’s going to be full of magic. How do I know? Well I’ll tell you how I know – because my calendar says so. That’s right. For Christmas my mum bought me a ZoZo The Magic Queen Calendar…
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It was the gift I never knew I always wanted. I absolutely adore the whimsical images. Not to mention, it’s been right on target. The month of January said “Let them eat cake” and I did. I ate cake. February was “Sweet pea” and what do you know - sweet peas sprang from the ground. Now for March there’s a pink top hat with a butterfly-winged bunny and the word ”Magic” …
Of course, it also says “Life is full of surprises” … from experience I realize this statement is iffy; could be good, could be humiliating, there’s really no way of knowing. Still, I’m going to remain optimistic.
So, a month filled with magic … I’m pretty excited …
The 2010 Winter Olympics have come to a close. It’s probably for the best really; no more camping out on the couch, stuffing my face and cheering on my team. It’s definitely best for my poor, frazzled nerves. I mean really, we’ve just emerged from two weeks of nail-biting suspense in the halfpipe, speed skating … even bobsledding – and did you see that final hockey match? Good night nurse! This girl needs some time to recover. But before I injure myself attempting a yoga pose, a running narrative on the games …
- We tend to take it for granted, but the United States is pretty darn lucky to have a neighbor such as Canada;
- Eyebrows in the shape of wee pyramids make me giggle;
- As do outfits that accent a particular body part;
- Billie Jean belongs to Michael Jackson, plain and simply. It should never, EVER be reproduced – especially if the end product sounds as if it should be played in an elevator;
- It would behoove some announcers to adopt the following lyrics, “You say it best, when you say nothing at all … “
- A blind snowdog is too, too much;
- The stories of the Olympics are what make the Olympics;
- Some remind us of the greatest sacrifice an athlete can make;
- Others give us a glimpse at courage;
- Truly great athletes are a bit like magic-men – for a moment in time they allow us to feel as if we too can capture glory;
- Gracious losers are the true winners;
- Coaches who truly care about their atheletes are just as great as the athletes themselves;
- Sometimes an athelete should have won, but didn’t;
- That doesn’t turn silver to platinum;
- Diadrea is not a good idea for a license plate; when you’re driving past it looks like diarrhea.
Okay, so that last bit wasn’t really a part of the Olympics. But I did see it on my way home one evening, after which I watched the Olympics.
And with that, we bid a final farewell. Thank you Canada; goodbye winter games … we’ll see you in Sochi …
The Women’s Figure Skating competition is set to begin today; I should be preparing to root for Mirai Nagasu of Team USA. While I most definitely will be cheering her on, my heart will rest with Joannie Rochette of Canada. As you may have guessed, I kinda like my mom; I just can’t imagine setting out to fulfill a dream without her by my side. I’m sure Joannie would have said much the same. Yet she continues on. She will skate in competition; and I will cheer her on. I’ll even continue sending up a praying or two on her behalf … that God would steady her nerves, calm her spirit, and grant her the ability to skate her best.
I even hope she wins gold – not only for her country, but her family … for her mom.
So yes, it’s true – for one event during the 2010 Winter Olympic games, I be sporting my red and white, waving that maple leaf, and cheering Canada!
