Getting glam
It's been YEARS since I've even been remotely interested in the Oscars. But tonight, during my niece's 6th birthday party (yet another social shindig in our ever-so-partified family life), I was able to catch most of the show. I even distracted my 3-year-old with a piece of Werther's candy when I wanted to hear the complete song from "Enchanted" and threw him another piece during the Coen brothers' speech. (Fun-ny!) Not that I'm giving my son cavities, their whole short but sweet spiel and "Kissinger: Man on the Go" thing.
Of course I checked out the makeup, the hair and the gowns, getting
great satisfaction from seeing such gorgeous pregnant women. I never
was one of those, but I was thankful to see JLo's nose and face swell
up as her pregnancy progressed (thank you and congratulations, the
swelling will go down in weeks!) and that she ventured out in public
nevertheless. Anyway, back to the glammed up gals. Made me sigh for the
next time I can get all gussied up (a wedding is the usual excuse) and
I don't have a stylist, so what I wear is usually NOT sleeveless (don't
like my arms), NOT too tight (I want to eat!) and never too low-cut (my
hubby turns Puritan about these things!)
I take it all in, the brouhaha, and anticipation, although I am getting tired of the whole "I am wearing So-and-So," bit. I like the escapism of the whole Academy Awards circus, just like a good movie can transport you or break the ice inside you. I like to see what the host does, love to hear whom winners thank (I've got my acceptance speech ready, for best in what only Oscar knows!), and how they get their thoughts across: short and sweet, charmingly befuddled, thoughtful or preaching. Whom would you thank and honor if you had a couple of minutes of the world's attention?
God. Mom. Dad. Anyone who's taught you anything. Better half. And I won't forget my little 3-year-old, who most days will stop whatever he's doing, look up at me and say, apropos of nothing: "Mama, you are beeyootiful!" like he's just again discovered the thought. OK, so maybe someday HE'LL be up on that Oscar stage getting applauded for his acting prowess. I like to think he's just being my No. 1 Fan.
Don't need no Academy Award for that.
I take it all in, the brouhaha, and anticipation, although I am getting tired of the whole "I am wearing So-and-So," bit. I like the escapism of the whole Academy Awards circus, just like a good movie can transport you or break the ice inside you. I like to see what the host does, love to hear whom winners thank (I've got my acceptance speech ready, for best in what only Oscar knows!), and how they get their thoughts across: short and sweet, charmingly befuddled, thoughtful or preaching. Whom would you thank and honor if you had a couple of minutes of the world's attention?
God. Mom. Dad. Anyone who's taught you anything. Better half. And I won't forget my little 3-year-old, who most days will stop whatever he's doing, look up at me and say, apropos of nothing: "Mama, you are beeyootiful!" like he's just again discovered the thought. OK, so maybe someday HE'LL be up on that Oscar stage getting applauded for his acting prowess. I like to think he's just being my No. 1 Fan.
Don't need no Academy Award for that.
Annie!
Pia mentioned your blog on hers and warned me to keep it all G-rated. So I will keep this to 3 sentences for everyone's safety.
If you're bored, which you obviously are, having time to BLOG and all, come by www.ojay72.multiply.com and check out my personal space for family pics and light-hearted sin.
Love,
Ojaynonymous
PS We've made changes to the paintball team. We practice only twice a month. Maybe Job can come out and play some day. Please???
Howdy stranger! I've been lurking around your blog for MONTHS, haha, just haven't commented (at least online!) but you're entertainment for this ol' married woman! And blogging is fun, save it DOES take away from mommy and me time with the boys. Right now, I'm begging Joseph to entertain Little Brother just a wee bit longer while I "work!" Love to Googs and your gosh-darn handsome boys (told ya this is G-rated!)
And yes, Hubby can go out and play (but only TWICE a month mind you!) I'm running for Wifey of the Year!