And the Envelope Goes To...
I'm a big movie buff, and I love it when deserving movies and actors win the year-end awards. This weekend was no exception. I want to offer my personal congratulations to Sharon Stone, M. Night Shyamalan and the two least-talented members of the Wayans Family on their fantastic wins at the Razzies! Well-deserved!
By the way, that other award show this weekend....wasn't that about the most bloated, boring, self-congratulatory snooze-fest you've ever seen? What do I care who wins for Best Makeup or Best Song? Maggie Gyllenhaal looked humiliated talking about the technical awards. And MY GOD PLEASE DON'T LET THAT BE CELINE DION!!! Make better movies next year so I actually have a reason to stay up for the last two hours. And bring back Thoth!
Going Solo
Oodgie spent the entire weekend doing quality control on her new product (keep an eye on CoolMomPicks in the next couple days for the exclusive scoop) so Saturday Cheeky and I had a day to ourselves.
We went to Starbucks, where I ordered a grande coffee and Cheeky had a venti soy decaf latte. She ate her normal "second breakfast" of a fruit & cheese plate and half a donut. She would look me right in the eye and ask, "Gah? Gah?" to which I'd respond, "Um....grape?" "Gah," she'd confirm, with a definitive nod of her head. I'm starting to get it...maybe I won't have to take classes after all.
We visited our friends Hud & Theo, who spun her in their desk chair and gamely brushed donut crumbs off their couch. After about an hour we headed back out into the blustery morning, trudged back up the hill to our neighborhood, and parked at the local diner.
One of the great things about our neighborhood is how you keep running into the same people at all the local haunts. We got a nice table at the window, where Cheeky could smear her grilled cheese sandwich into the glass, and we waved at Alex, Cheeky's best friend, through the smudged glass. We visited with Nicki and her daughter Chloe II, who at 18 months has the vocabulary of an Oxford professor. We even met some new friends who just moved to the 'hood and were over-eager to find out where all the local children's activities were. I wasn't much help, being sort of a one-trick pony as a local guide, but I'm sure we'll be seeing them out again.
Cheeky and I had a blast, and Oodgie had enough time to discard hundreds of fabric clips (don't ask). It was good to be the king with his princess for a couple hours--at least while she was behaving like one. I've got to make sure Oodgie takes her when she's more like a goblin (because we share, right sweetie?)
A New Houseguest
One of the added benefits of having exposed pipes in our bathroom is that it invites unexpected visitors. I received word on Friday that a giant water bug was shaving and taking a shower in our new bathroom. The description I got from Oodgie was that it was perhaps two feet long (three including the antennae) and may be armed. Oodgie introduced herself and it sounds like he may not be coming back, but we're not sure if he invited any friends over while we were out.
If you don't hear from me within the next week send in some troops with a big can of Raid.
Water bugs, aka REALLY BIG COCKROACHES, are sent directly from hell to torment all of us.
Posted by: Jonathon | February 26, 2007 at 01:54 PM
You mean that was Celine Dion? Thank GOd, I thought I had died and gone to hell...
Posted by: Kemp | February 26, 2007 at 10:31 PM
GAK! Water bugs! ICK ICK ICK.
how's the new Arcade Fire?
Posted by: thordora | February 27, 2007 at 04:33 PM
"bloated, boring, self-congratulatory snooze-fest"... yeah, that's why I didn't watch them. Besides I usually just let Keen pay attention to all that stuff and he tells me who won what.
Not that I've seen any non-animated movies this year.
Posted by: the weirdgirl | February 28, 2007 at 12:46 AM