Either we need to start coming up with more exciting activities for our weekends or I need to look into the possibility of writing fiction. Because our weekend involved the following activities in no particular order by popularity or frequency:
Catching up on Real Housewives of both the O.C. and N.Y.
Buying a shower gift at Pottery Barn
Going to a wedding shower
Going to church
Look. Don’t be jealous. I can’t help that this is the kind of excitement that rules my life.
At one point we had big plans to take the training wheels of Caroline’s bike, medicate ourselves, and attempt to teach her to ride without them. But when we came out of church on Sunday morning, it was raining. Actually, rain isn’t really the right word. It was more like that annoying light mist that I find to be totally non-committal, the kind that makes you feel silly for carrying an umbrella even though you know your freshly straightened hair will be shot all to heck without one.
A few weeks ago, I noticed that The Black Stallion was coming on and I recorded it for Caroline. I couldn’t remember the entire movie because it had been thirty years since I’d last seen it and I can’t even remember to buy more paper towels at the grocery store. When it’s written on a list. That I’m holding in my hands. Anyway, since it was a rainy day, we ended up watching it and she fell a little bit in love with it. In fact, there’s a scene where the little boy feeds The Black some sugar cubes which eventually led us to HEB to purchase some sugar cubes of our very own because she had no idea a thing of such pure goodness existed and wanted to experience it for herself.
She also wanted to ride a black Arabian horse across a beach at full speed. But you can’t buy that at HEB.
And not to beat a dead horse (I apologize.), but while we were in HEB we ran into a friend who was desperately looking for Jello brand sugar-free pudding and all he could find was the HEB brand. He may be one of the most frugal people I know, but he still wanted his brand name Jello and I don’t blame him. I may write a letter to HEB. And Bill Cosby.
I didn’t watch the Oscars from start to finish last night because I believe in the power of the DVR and its ability to fast forward through the awards for best lighting, but I watched the highlights. I think Cameron Diaz and Sandra Bullock get my vote for best dressed. In fact, Sandra Bullock’s hair makes me want to look into getting some type of high-shine treatment done. I don’t know if such a thing exists, but my word at the shiny, sleek hair. I want to go to there. Oh, and her speech where she thanked her mother? Did me in.
Speaking of things that did me in, was it just me or did the tribute to John Hughes make you a little bit teary? It was like watching my high school years flash before my eyes. I watched all those clips and thought how every one of those movies fall into the category of movies I will stop and watch every time they’re on T.V.
And then I started thinking of other movies I will stop and watch every time they’re on T.V. and came up with this list that is definitely not comprehensive, but rather an adequate representation of my taste in cinema. This may be the reason that I’ve never been asked to be a member of the Academy. Well, this list and the fact that no one in Hollywood has a clue that I exist.
1. The Philadelphia Story – the version with Katherine Hepburn and Cary Grant
2. Gone with the Wind
3. Rocky I, II, III, IV – I have no explanation, but it’s true.
4. Sweet Home Alabama
5. Coalminer’s Daughter – I can recite every line from memory.
6. Little Women – I believe I’ve mentioned this before.
7. Grease 1 and 2 – I should be ashamed to own up to 2, but Cool Rider redeems it.
8. Bridget Jones’ Diary – Colin Firth.
9. Best in Show – So many levels of genius in one movie.
10. Lonesome Dove – Technically it’s a miniseries, but it’s pure greatness. It’s the reason I have a large crush on Robert Duvall.
So what movies will you stop and watch every time they’re on? And whose dress did you like the best last night? And were you kind of happy that Avatar didn’t win? I’m sure it was a lovely movie, but I’m not a big fan of James Cameron or blue sci-fi people. Forgive me.
On a totally different note, you need to go read Shaun Groves’ post, The Parable of the Zebra.