The Go Fug Yourself girls did a blow-by-blow blog of the red carpet tonight and I must say they are hilarious. Worth a read.
So far Jennifer Garner, Anne Hathaway, and Penelope Cruz are winning in my book. And of course George Clooney (though I confess I’m not sure I understand the appeal of his girlfriend). And man there are a lot of plastic boobs in Hollywood!
Really want Diablo Cody to win for Juno‘s screenplay.
I’ve long loved Maureen Dowd and I think she makes an excellent point in today’s editorial.
I’m lost in how the last two paragraphs about how each campaign has spent their money apply to the overall observation, so succintly summarized in the money quote:
And when historians trace how her inevitability dissolved, they will surely note this paradox: The first serious female candidate for president was rejected by voters drawn to the more feminine management style of her male rival.
Math of today:
8+ inches of snow +
6 hours in car to Vermont +
3 times children viewed Aristocats +
1 set of wireless headphones that tragically ran out of batteries +
0 minutes that anyone slept +
3 bathroom stops (awesome development is that Gracie has to go so it’s not always my fault) +
5 approximate minutes after arrival that I demanded a glass of wine +
36 ish hours until we have to do it again and head home
= not so much the best Friday of my life.
Gratitude has been on my mind. The Lamott quote, I love, plus the familiar one that “Gratitude is one of the least articulate of the emotions, especially when it is deep” (Felix Frankfurter).
There is so much I am grateful for! The challenge is remembering that, and letting the awareness of my own blessings temper the bad moods that come and go, often with the regularity of a sine curve. Today is gloriously clear and cold, it’s Lacy’s birthday (happy birthday Lace!) and Gloria’s blog has already made me blink back the grateful tears of someone who knows they are not alone in the universe. I had a wonderful evening last night with dear friends, a happy conversation with Quincy on the phone this morning, and my children are healthy. I am grateful for those few people who really know me and for their consistent support and love; also for the ways they make me a better person every day (you know who you are).
Running this weekend, Josh Groban’s words filled my heart thinking of you: you raise me up. I don’t know much for sure (less and less every day! Is this just a symptom of maturity?) but I do know this – I wouldn’t choose an easier course. I am grateful for those who accompany me on this complicated journey – it’s not a smooth ride, I know, but I hope it’s interesting. And I hope you will stick with me!
This needs to be enough to buoy me when the sadness that I carry around like a cape feels heavy. This is my challenge, I realize: to trust in the gratitude, to trust in all the things that I know are there when the world feels heavy on my shoulders, when my toxic insecurity raises its head. They do say naming something is the first step, right? So now I know what I need to do. Next step: doing it! Advice and wisdom welcome.
