Dear well-meaning friends, friends of friends, and complete-and-total strangers:

Thank you for your concern over us single people wandering aimlessly about. I’m sure when you set out to set us up, you hope we’ll find the happiness you’ve discovered, and not – as it might appear – misery.  

Perhaps a few guidelines …  

• Strive for common ground (and profuse apologies, but the fact that we’re both old and single doesn’t count);  
• If we’re friends, and you would never – in a million years – date the guy if you were single, do not try to set him up with me;
• Telling me things like, “You only notice he sounds gay when he’s around other men” will not help;
• Someone who can carry on a full, two-sided conversation is good.  Trying to think up topics that may garner more than a one-word reply hurts my head.  And let’s be serious, constant headaches are not appreciated by either party;
• Humor is a requirement, not an option.  Period.

Sure, I’m an odd assortment of strange-contradictions.  And I realize, it may be nigh-on impossible for you to find a guy who meets the above criteria.  In which case, so be it … 

xoxo

Amy

P.S. – I must admit that I’m a bit concerned with the multiple photos … of cats … that were apparently downloaded from my camera last October … and yet I have no recollection.  None.  Whatsoever.  Perhaps I’m further along on the crazy-cat-lady track than I originally thought …

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?!