Oscar Night Thoughts

Just a few observations:

1) What on earth is wrong with Renee Zellweger? DOES THE WOMAN HAVE EYEBALLS? Her whole face is all scrunched up like she is constantly sucking on an entire box of sour candy. I'll never understand why anyone looked at her at an early audition and said, "This gal should be in pictures!"

2) I have not seen the movie Million Dollar Baby but when it won, I got this sinking feeling in my stomach in anticipation of all the backlash that is sure to continue after the euthanasia controversy surrounding it in the past few weeks. Question: Why aren't people just allowed to make movies without being accused of having some political agenda? IT'S A STORY, NOT A HANDBOOK ON HOW TO LIVE YOUR LIFE. Can't we just be at peace with how in this particular story, the character chose to take a certain path? If you disagree with what the person in the movie does, FINE. I think we're in real trouble if we honestly think everyone is basing their morals around what they see in movies.

With that being said though, I think the Academy people were just asking for it by having Barbara Streisand present the Best Picture award to Clint Eastwood's flick. LIBERAL HOLLYWOOD! (On a side note, Hilary Swank's dress was wicked-ugly.)

3)Hooray! A screenwriting Oscar for Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, my favorite movie in this past year!

4) Chris Rock = funny.

Just When I Think <a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/csi/main.shtml">C.S.I. </a> Couldn't Possibly Gross Me Out Anymore Than They Have Already

Ew. Seriously, guys. Just Ewww.

If you saw it, you know what I mean.

Just to Mix Things Up a Bit

Me and Jason at the bowling alley for Homecoming, 1994.

HA!

Chillin'

We're heading out to meet Aubrey and Lara at the mall for a play date! Just wanted to pop in and post a cute pic. I seem to have tons of photos just like this, don't I?

NU-CU-LAR

This is a picture of the nuclear power plant in Byron, IL. We took this photo a couple of weeks ago while getting lost on the way to a birthday party for one of Jason's cousin's kids. We were astounded to find just how close we could drive up to this thing. Helloooo? Why was I allowed to do this exactly?




I particularly liked the barbed wire that prevented me from running up and touching the base of the structure. I realize that if I were a terrorist I probably (hopefully??) wouldn't be able to cause radioactive havoc by damaging the monstrous smokestacks but something just seemed a little unnerving about the whole scenario in general. It didn't get much better when my brother told me that he knew personally someone entrusted with guarding the power plant. Trust me, if you's heard some of the stories about the people my brother hangs out with (I believe someone named Meatball is among the ranks?) you'd understand.


**UPDATE** Thanks to those of you who have reassured me that the cooling towers are nothing to be afraid of. I still maintain that they look uber-creepy though!

Cyndi Lauper is Numba One!

The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells "What you gonna do with your life?"
Oh Daddy Dear
You know you're still number one
But girls
They wanna have fu-un
Oh girls just wanna have fun

Working on my Sasha's dance recital music today... Some songs are god awful. Others, like the above one, have my head a boppin'.

I want to be the one to walk in the sun...

Doot doo-bee doo.

Someday, I Will Wish For Somebody -ANYBODY- to Card Me While Purchasing Liquor.

Yesterday, I decided to go buy a cheesecake and a bottle of wine before picking Jason up at the train (since it was Valentine's Day and all.) Anyway, after waiting in the checkout line with the girls behind a slew of men carrying their last minute oops-I-almost-forgot-to-get-something-for-the-wife-for-Valentine's-Day flowers, I realized that I had left my driver's license in the pocket of my other coat from when we went to the show on Saturday night in Milwaukee. I don't really expect anyone to bend the rules for me, but seeing that I shop at this store nearly every day, have purchased alcohol many times in the past, and have not one but TWO children, that maybe the woman ringing me up would not think I was nineteen years old.

Not so.

Apparently, I either look like I got pregnant at the age of fifteen, or like I borrowed somebody elses kids in order to scam a bottle of merlot from the Dominick's checkout lady.

I was a little irritated, but since it was my own fault for not having my identification on me, I actually drove home to get my I.D. without too much complaint (yes, I wanted wine that badly with dinner), waited in the now twice-as-long checkout line behind the last-minute-gift-giving-husbands with my (possibly fake) kids AGAIN, only to find that they guy who would ring me up this time DIDN'T EVEN ASK TO SEE MY I.D. This caused me to wave my drivers license in the poor guy's face, yelling "DON'T YOU WANT TO SEE THIS??" like a certified crazy person.

I hope you all had a fabulous Valentines Day!

P.S. Hooray for the new site layout!