And the Nominees Are…
Who doesn’t love the movies? I admit it, I could sit through the entire Oscar broadcast, which, including the walk down the red carpet, is about five hours and ten minutes. Thank god for TiVo. I don’t have to miss a second while getting up for snacks and running for bathroom breaks.
This year Billy Crystal is hosting. This makes number eight for him. Have you noticed that he’s starting to resemble the actual Oscar statue itself? Personally, I think they need someone a little edgier. Maybe it’s my snarky personality, but I like my award shows to have a little bite to them. These are the people who get paid obscene amounts of money for going to ‘work’ which has to be more fun than summer camp.
Up Yours…
Living up to the hype, this year’s Super Bowl was a real nail biter, something the whole family could enjoy – that is until someone has to do something to shine in the spotlight.
You know, that proud moment when rapper M.I.A saluted the American public by raising her middle finger and telling us just how she felt about doing it.
Although I’m no stranger to bad behavior, I have a 9 year old who thinks fart is a funny word and likes to use it at the dinner table, there is a time and place for middle finger use and half time at the Super Bowl is just not one of them.
Just to keep us all in line, I thought I’d offer a guide of sorts, a middle finger zinger…here we go.
The classic the out the driver’s side window to legitimately cast your opinion on the driving ‘skills’ of another individual. This can also be further illustrated with yelling some form of constructive criticism as well.
As a warm gesture to a friend when they’ve zinged a verbal softball at you and you really can’t come up with a good comeback, the middle finger is a crude, yet effective way of showing your displeasure.
Bar band assault. Covering the music scene for years it never fails, drunk guys decide somewhere after three beers that they don’t like the music the band is playing and offer their middle fingers up to let it be known to the musicians. If the band is really bad, others will join in. After all, you can’t yell expletives over loud, bad music.
Coward’s last word. Of course the best use of the finger is while there is some distance between you and the person it is intended for – it is usually a double, using two middle fingers proceeded by swift turn and run. This is especially useful if the other guy is bigger, or the other woman is wearing heels, just check out any episode of the Housewives.
And paying homage to Ms. M.I.A, I offer her my double salute. Maybe she will be missing in action from the public eye.
Superbowl 46 … I Think I Get It!
I’m not a huge sports fan. As a Bostonian I adore my beloved Red Sox and all things New England, so with the Patriots in it this year, I’ll be able to join my husband in front of the tube to watch it – particularly with Tom Brady and Eli Manning playing. Neither are hard to look at…well actually they are under those helmets and all that padding.
The problem is, well, the entire game itself. I just can’t seem to follow along. Baseball is easy, there are runners and hitters, balls and strikes. The rules are easy to understand. Three strikes, you’re out. Get tagged ditto.
Watching football is a true test of my temperament, patience and love of the game. The action starts and you can’t count to five before they’re stopping for something. A flag is thrown, whistles are blown, and coaches are swearing on the sidelines – I can’t read lips, but the message is loud and clear, even the networks can’t beep out that noise.
This is where I have to enlist my husband for perspective. “Honey, why can’t they just get through five minutes of play?” For him, that’s part of the game, something about strategy. Men seem to have more of a big picture perspective when it comes to football, and I mean that both metaphorically and literally. They’ll call their buddies weeks in advance to decide who has the largest T.V screen, and that’s where the game will be. Funny they can’t seem to call weeks in advanced before an anniversary and make a dinner reservation.
The big game, that’s right you can’t even call it the Superbowl anymore for some crazy licensing restrictions. There are a few aspects of the Superbowl that anyone can enjoy, the funny commercials and of course the half time show – that is if there are no big controversies such as wardrobe malfunctions…which may be interesting this year because the Material Girl herself will be performing.
Madonna and football…oh the outcome of the half time show is as mysterious as the outcome of the game itself. Place your bets.
As Seen In PBG Lifestyle Magazine
As Seen In PBG Lifestyle Magazine
3 Doors Down: Profile
3 Doors Down
Current Members:
Brad Arnold – lead vocals
Matt Roberts – guitar
Chris Henderson – guitar
Todd Harrell – bass guitar
Greg Upchurch – drums, percussion
Even Superman can’t score a record deal if the music is no good. But when radio station WCPR in Biloxi, Mississippi was inundated with phone calls requesting a song called “Kryptonite” by local band, 3 Doors Down, they realized that the band had quiet the following – and was growing by leaps and bounds.
The Essential Top 10 Rock Albums
If you want a rock & roll education, this would be a good place to start.
The ten albums below are not just listed because they were the best-selling or most popular rock music in history. The list was not compiled using charts and graphs or for that matter a dartboard. These albums make the list for the impact they made on people, our culture and the music industry. Some may argue that there have been albums that have changed the world…or at least made us think differently about life, love, loss, politics, power and ourselves – these are them.
Forty…Fabulous? – Not So Much!
Spring may be when a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love, but for me, this is the May I’ve been dreading for 39 years. Yes, I’m gonna hit 40. Did I just admit that on paper?
I must be getting old.
Facing 40 makes you ponder some of life’s biggest most mysterious questions?
Why am I here?
What does it all mean?
Will there be any Social Security left for those of us who paid into it?
What ever happened to Cyndi Lauper?
When the hell is garbage day and why can’t I ever remember that?
Things You Gotta Love About August
What does Bill Clinton have in common with the cute and cuddly imaginary elephant, Snuffleupagus from Sesame Street? They share a birthday, August 19. So does actor Matthew Perry and… oddly enough… Tipper Gore. They must have had some wild birthday bashes at the White House back in the day.
Sometimes while struggling to come up with a fitting topic I look up the month and try to find some odd holiday or interesting tidbit to run with. However, August is just chock-full of stuff.
August is Cataract Awareness Month and Romance Awareness Month, hmmm…proof that love is blind. Don’t worry, it’s also Eye Exam Month – I’m not kidding.
So Much to be Thankful For
Every year around this time, we are reminded that it’s time to reflect on our blessings and be thankful. However, I can’t help wondering about these things…
Is it the media, or me?
The chatter about the environment has reached epic proportions. You can’t turn on the TV without a reminder that the glaciers are melting too fast, the oceans are rising and warming, the buildings on Singer Island are about to fall into the sea, fires are burning in California, droughts, floods and recently I heard on NPR, (National Public Radio) that the rainforest will be halved by the year 2030 if people keep encroaching on it, burning it for clearing out space, and drought. It’s unsettling. I’ve even started recycling.
Autumn in Florida, I’m not Falling for That
If there is one time of year that I don’t like being a Floridian, it’s the fall. I miss everything about the fall that you can’t get here. There is nothing quiet like autumn in New England. That first morning you wake up and the air is a little cooler, but by afternoon it fades becoming warm. Then comes the first night you have to reach in the closet for that extra blanket, the thick, really warm one. The first time you get home from work, get out of the car and immediately recognize that familiar smell – ahhh, someone’s fireplace is burning.
Continue reading Autumn in Florida, I’m not Falling for That…
Sweet Revenge
Lately I’ve had some run-ins with people I like to classify as the ill tempered and ill mannered. They come in all shapes and sizes, some are your friends and family, some are your co-workers, and some fall into a strange category that has no name.
Ex spouses, and perhaps your future spouse’s ex.
Just who the Hell do they think they are? They are not related to you, but if you have kids, they are an invasive part of your entire world. They actually think they have a say in your life because you spend time with their kids. Continue reading Sweet Revenge…
Freedom is SO Free
The Fourth of July should have been celebrated with a bigger bang this year, because Americans love their freedom so much… we just want to slap a little on everyone. If you can’t earn your own, it’s ok… we’ll die trying to give you some.
I’m thinking of the soldiers in Iraq who should be home by now woofing down burgers, guzzling beer and telling war stories to their friends. It’s been a long five years. Continue reading Freedom is SO Free…
“I’m Sorry!” – Not!
Forget the atrocities that are going on all around us, things we just don’t see: Darfur; the war in Iraq; and the immense gap between the rich and poor in this country. Let’s put a microscope on what we do see and damn – are we ever offended.
It seems we can’t get by a day without someone apologizing for something they said.
Imus is by no means my favorite person; I much prefer Howard Stern. Anyway, when he uttered a comment that was considered offensive, off-color, or, in my opinion, just plain stupid, it opened the floodgates and started a First Amendment cleansing in this country. Imus is a dope. Even Imus knows that. His listeners even expect that. Continue reading “I’m Sorry!” – Not!…
Mother’s Day and Other Guilt
Well it’s May, that month again. May, synonymous with spring, baseball and that weird Hallmark holiday – Mother’s Day.
OK, really what’s the point here? For me a perfect Mother’s Day starts with NOT having the kids around. Having a day to myself…peace and quiet. Long bubble baths and a day at the bookstore.
However, now that my kids are at the age of understanding, they’re insulted.
They want to spend the day with mommy, giving me mother’s day, whether mommy wants it or not.
Being a single mom is more than a challenge. I can empathize with so many out there who are doing the mommy thing solo – even the dads.
I have to say, when Hillary Clinton said it takes a village to raise a child, I thought that was credible, but in today’s society, not possible. I was young and childless. Today, not only do I know what she means, I want IN on that deal.
Spring Forward, Fall Back…Just Let Me Sleep, OK?
Has everyone recovered from our yearly moving of the clock? It seems to me that most people are okay after a day or two…for me, it takes about a month. I see it as jetlag, without the fun travel part, and I don’t like it. Maybe I should move to a state that does not practice the art of confusion or as most call it, Daylight Savings Time.
It has to be the only thing I don’t like about Spring.
Can someone explain why we still do this? Twice a year it’s like a big joke that the government plays on us. Let’s move the clocks. What lunatic invented this? I’ve heard the reasoning behind it: Continue reading Spring Forward, Fall Back…Just Let Me Sleep, OK?…
A Moving Experience
There comes a time in your life when you have to face facts. You’re not as young as you think you are. There’s no such thing as Santa Clause, the tooth fairy, or catching up on your sleep… and moving is a bitch.
If you really want to face your true demons, pack up and move. For me this was move number 25, or so…the early 90’s are a little foggy. You’d think I’d learn a thing or two about being prepared, but no. Again I was furiously packing boxes while the movers were hauling out furniture. And as much as you hear, “if you haven’t used it, worn it or seen it in a year, throw it out,” I still save crap…and really that’s what it is. Continue reading A Moving Experience…
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