Bravo.

I’ll be honest..when I first heard about the big Oscar snafu I couldn’t help but smirk. These over paid, Hollywood elitists are pompous, self-worshipping hypocrites and after weeks of nasty, condescending, political bloviating it was truly satisfying to see them take this spectacular stumble in front of the smallest TV audience the Academy Awards has drawn in almost a decade.

While I didn’t watch the actual awards show, I did tune in to about ten minutes of red-carpet fashion commentary right before it started.  But after hearing “Oh my God” and “I love it” about fifty times I couldn’t take it anymore and had to move on… to mixed martial arts of course, right Meryl? 😏 There’s just something about high-frequency fawning that turns my stomach. I actually read that Leonardo DiCaprio flew a “specialist” in from Australia to trim his eyebrows for the event. Yes, there’s Mr. Climate change himself adding more pollution to the atmosphere cause he can’t pluck n’ brush.  But what do I know, maybe the eyebrow specialist flew to the United States on the back of a migrating bird.

Ugh..can’t take it.

Anyway, so like I said, I was chuckling a bit just thinking about how embarrassing the whole best picture mix-up was until I saw this picture:

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..and then I started to imagine how this must have felt..going from extreme elation and happiness to utter disbelief, confusion and shock within minutes. In fact you can see all of these emotions in this one photo- clearly the news hadn’t reached the man smiling at the mic..but it was about to wash over him like a tidal wave – how horrible.  It’s easy to be hating on a large group of anonymous people, but when you study their faces and think of them as individuals it changes how you feel. Let’s face it, the Oscar is the most prestigious award you can receive in this field, and winning it changes the trajectory of everyone’s career from the director to the make-up artists. It’s about so much more than a statue on a shelf, and for two long minutes, EVERYONE involved with this film was living the dream until it blew up in the most humiliating way possible, in front of millions of people.

That just sucks.

I dare say there are many of us “regular folks” who can relate ..whether it’s an unexpected end to a relationship, the sudden loss of a job or any other awful situation that catches us by complete surprise.

No one likes to be blindsided.

I did though take note and really appreciated how the director of this movie ‘took the wheel’ as the crisis unfolded and steered his stunned crew out of the deepening  sink hole. He stated clearly what had happened, firmly accepted the reality of it, graciously  announced the “real” winners, and reassured everyone with his calm, controlled demeanor that everything was “OK”…everything wasn’t great, but everything was going to be OK.

And I guess that’s the right formula to get us through the tough times:  An acknowledgement of the situation, recognition that it cannot be changed, identification of a path forward and an understanding that we will be OK.

We will be OK.

It was, in the end, a strong performance..

truly worthy of an Oscar.

Bravo.

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My Today and Tomorrow Self.

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I got a lot done yesterday, but I’ll be honest.. I started running out of gas earlier than expected. At about 8pm, I found myself in a face-off with three brown bananas that I was going to use for muffins. “I’m too tired to make them today” I thought.. “I’ll bake ’em tomorrow instead.”

My poor, defenseless “tomorrow self”…

I actually feel so bad for her.

She’s forever the junior partner in this life, and that girl gets the shaft every time.

“OH LOOK!” says my today self, “I want to buy those expensive shoes!” “How you gonna pay for them?” snaps my tomorrow self knowing full well, the bill will fall into her lap.

“Sure, I’ll have another slice of cake” says my today self “my tomorrow self will walk 10,000 steps and skip lunch..and dinner!!”

“I’m gonna speak my mind right here, right now!” exclaims my today self as my tomorrow self feverishly takes notes on everything she’s going to have to apologize for.

“Those pots and pans need to soak tonight” my lazy today self mutters shuffling off to bed..“they can be done tomorrow morning, you know…by you know who.”

I have come to realize that one of the most important predictors of personal success is the relationship our today self has with our tomorrow self. You see, if we treated our tomorrow self more like a highly esteemed CEO we wanted to impress and less like a lowly, personal assistant we continually screw over, we’d be much more productive and successful.

If we made it a goal to proudly pass along our achievements instead of loading our tomorrow selves down with half finished to-do lists and punitive restrictions…well, I dare say I’d be sitting here right now dunking a fresh banana muffin into my cup of hot coffee without the tiniest hint of guilt because my yesterday self would have made those darn muffins AND taken my muffin top to the gym! 😐

Clearly my two selves need counseling..

 

The Sisterhood

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It took over a year to find a church that “fit” and a few months longer to plug into a smaller ‘life group.’

But the wait was worth it and once again I am floored by the instant acceptance and effortless bond among women who share a common faith and passion for God.

I don’t know where I’d be without this sisterhood.

 

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Attention!! Attention!!

The tweets are flooding in from New York.  It’s fashion week, so OBVIOUSLY everybody who thinks they are anybody needs to score a ticket to some event and:

A. show up dressed as if they themselves are models

B. get photographed

C. tweet out said pictures.

“Oh look!” everyone is supposed to gush, “there’s Madonna having a deep conversation with one of the Jenner girls..”

What the heck could those two even be talking about…

and wow, are fishnet stockings street legal if you’re over fifty? (Hey-I’m just asking!!)

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Pity the poor soul sitting directly behind Madonna and her Alaska-inspired parka-look. Who ever thought you could snag second row seats and not be able to see a thing?

And then there’s Paris Hilton, still obviously clinging to the fringes of the red carpet that was yanked out from under her by Kim Kardashian oh so many years ago. Forget showing “side boob,” her latest Fashion Week dress had a front that wasn’t technically connected to the back..this “side-body” number looked more like two slices of wonder bread magically clinging to a raw chicken cutlet.

This is a family friendly blog..so you’ll have to use your imagination: Here’s her dress, minus the peanut butter and the pat of butter and the orange shirt, chef’s hat, gloves, padding and oh yeah, there was substantially less material..think more hot dog bun-ish.

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I’m a mom, so forgive me if I worried about what happened to her “sandwich” when she took a seat at the show..assuming she had a ticket. Heck, maybe she didn’t! Maybe poor Paris is, oh I dunno, stale at this point..maybe she just hung around the door for photos and then snuck off to some bar to get…toasted? 😏

That’s mean…

Anyway…every year I continue to be amazed by the lengths these so called “stars” are willing to go to maintain their relevance in our celebrity worshipping, click counting, group following, ratings hungry culture.  The old axiom must still be true- “If they are talking about you, it’s all good.”

Honestly, I’m actually grateful we have this circus competing for our attention. Without it we’d be left with nothing but wall to wall group hysteria over Trump..ugh.

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I’ll take the fun house any day..

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The “man-cold.”

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Last week I was in the grip of a terrible cold. I’ll spare you the details, but wow. Finally,  after about seven days I turned the corner..only to find that despite my best efforts to keep our place disinfected and spotless..my husband announced that he was coming down with…

A “MAN COLD.”

Let me just distill the difference between men and women with colds into this little  thought nugget that dawned on me this morning after suffering through a second night of coughing, moaning, groaning, cell phone checking, fit bit flashing and olympic level thrashing all over our bed like a freshly caught tuna on a ship’s deck.. (him, not me.)

When I had the cold, I got up during the night and slept in the guest room so as not to disturb my husband.

When my husband has a cold, I get up during the night and sleep in the guest room so as not to be disturbed by him.

And that’s the difference.

😏 Love you honey, Happy Valentine’s Day.

Hope you feel better cause the table is set with my red velvet placemats and no, this lovely dinner ain’t gettin’ served on a tray- HAHA!

 

 

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In honor of men and women this Valentine’s Day..

Husband and I went out to see a hilarious one man show based on the book, Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus. I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in my life because everything the guy said was TRUE! Women and men are wired so differently that it’s amazing we’ve even survived as a species..so in honor of our differences this Valentine’s week, here are a few funnies about us..

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