The Cheers and Jeers of Emmy 2010

OK, so I don't typically do two blog posts in one day, but when the boys first day of school falls on the morning after Emmy's...........well, you see my situation. How do I not comment on the bestest and baddest moments of the year? Simple -- I don't not comment on it (just like you won't comment on that double negative in this sentence.)

So here we go -- the super and the suck-tacular that were the Emmy Awards

*First bit of awesomeness: The opening number. The Emmy's do Glee. This was bust a gut hilarious.......and usually I'm not a fan of the musical opening number for the Emmy's. Yes there have been a couple that didn't completely tank, but this one outshines them all. Getting the Glee cast to sing with Fallon and Fay, and that fame-whore Kate Gosslin was fantastic, and "Born to Run" was an awesome song choice.

*Sucktastic moment: NPH not getting his just rewards. I have nothing against Eric Stonestreet from Modern Family, and he’s very funny, but this was supposed to be Neil Patrick Harris’s year to finally get some recognition for his hilarious portrayal of Barney Stinson on How I Met Your Mother. I KNOW he won for Best Guest Performance for Glee, and that was great, but he shouldn’t have won that one. THAT award should have gone to Mike O’Malley, who plays Kurt’s dad on Glee, who made his character into a very three-dimentional and beloved man to fans. The whole thing was all backwards.

*Epic Goodness #2: Jane Lynch is the bomb: Jane Lynch, Sue Sylvester on Glee, has been in the biz doing screamingly funny comedy for countless years now, and to see her get the recognition she so richly deserves for her incredible performance on Glee was fantastic. I just thought it was great to see a biz veteran get long-overdue recognition, and the fact that her character is genius on the show didn’t hurt either.

*Gag-inducing moment #2: Julia Ormonds entire presence on the show. For one, the woman obviously did not wash her hair. Two, her speech was terrible. It’s one thing to have no idea you’re going to win, but to spout nonsense and dismiss your winning film Temple Grandin as “A chick flick with bulls’ balls” is super lame, Ms. Ormond. It made it seem like she was putting down the movie, (which swept the made-for-TV movie category, and is a film I am now dying to see) and you should have been more gracious. And WASH YOUR HAIR, for the love of muffins; this is an AWARDS SHOW.

*Cheers: Speaking of Temple Grandin, the real Temple was there with her mother, and every time her name was mentioned, she jumped out of her seat and waved to the audience. Damn right, Temple. It was about time your story was told, and time you had your moment in the sun. I loved it more every time she did it, and loved that her story is a complex story of autism, and much more than a “chick flick with bulls’ balls, MS. ORMOND. You TAKE your moment, Temple. Good on you.

*Jeers: Al Pacino’s um…"speech?" I THINK Al Pacino gave a speech when he won for You Don’t Know Jack but as the open thread opened he seemed either: drunk, stoned, like he was having a stroke, or some other impediment or impairment non-specified. You’re AL PACINO. You’d think he knew how to accept bloody awards by now. It was painful to watch.

*BOOYEAH: Ricky Gervais sends us all to the floor in agonized, uncomfortable laughter, as he is wont to do. Ricky Gervais is a genius, and his talent is making the audience laugh, then groan, then laugh again, then nervously look around to make sure anyone else is laughing, and he did it spectacularly when he made a joke about Mel Gibson’s drinking (easy joke) into a comment about the history of oppression of the people of Jewish faith, and everyone wailed laughing, then groaned audibly, then writhed a bit uncomfortably, and my mouth hung open so long i almost swallowed a bee, and it was genius.

*Just BOO: Claire Danes’ Makeup Artist Must Be Slain. Claire, who won for her portrayal of Temple Grandin, had perhaps the worst makeup job I have seen since Bozo the Clown. Seriously, the shading and eyeshadow made her look so old and weird that I couldn’t look away. Seriously! Bette White looked hotter than her. I was OFFENDED by this makeup job. It was overdone on a lovely woman, it was odd as Hell, and it aged her about 20+ years. Absolutely dreadful. Who DID that to her? Was there a vendetta involved?

*Greatness: JIM PARSONS JIM PARSONS JIM PARSONS WINS. Okay, I’ll try to not write this paragraph in all caps. Jim Parsons is screamingly funny on The Big Bang Theory, and was adorable and humble in his speech, and it was SO deserved, and I fist-pumped like I was at the Arsenio Hall show, and it was fantastic. In a night of first-time winners and surprises, this one was my favorite, and I loved every second of it. Now someone go feed that boy a sandwich, he’s far too thin.

*Ghastly: The long and overplayed “Bucky Gunts” joke. For those who didn’t watch, Bucky Gunts won for the production of the Tony Awards, and heehee, his name is funny, OK, we get it. When Ricky Gervais said it, it was funny, but guys? It’s called letting a joke go. Don’t beat the dead horse, please, you’re entertainment PROFESSIONALS and you should know better.

Okay, I’m going to wrap this up, because I could go on and on about how this was a great show and there were so many surprises and non-surprises (Mad Men and Edie Falco win Emmys? You could knock me down with a feather. Not. But in closing, I thought it was a tight show, a well-produced show, and a damn entertaining show. Well done, Emmys 2010. Now someone tackle Julia Ormond and wash her damn hair.

Back to School

So, Ryker started the first grade today. He’s going to all day school today for the first time. We said goodbye to the preschool years today, and I feel like I said goodbye to all of his childhood. It's like trying to hold water in your hands...it just trickles through your fingers no matter how hard you try to keep it contained. He's trickling...

Randall started grade 5. Next year he'll be in middle school. He's moving out of my "little boy" phase of his life. He's starting to make great strides on his road to growing up. Even Ryker can't help but compliment him lately on what a good big brother he has become lately.

Drew is in his last year before high school. Where the heck have the years gone with this kid? Last time I blinked he was a baby, just learning how to crawl......now he's an 8th grader. It's a bit painful in my heart, but it also makes another part of my heart soar to see the wonderful young man that he is turning into.







So here we go......another year. And, hopefully this will be the best one yet.

Real Housewives??? Seriously???

I caught a little of one of those "Real Housewives Shows" last night.You know the Real Housewives of Atlanta, The Real Housewives of the O.C. Yeah right.

It was like a car wreck!

I could not look away. In what warped world did these women become "Real Housewives"??Without an ounce of exaggeration I will tell you these poor hard done by women had Personal Chefs, Estate Managers, Personal Shoe Shoppers, Party Planners for their daughters 11th birthday party's, make up artists and hair stylists in their homes and a Personal Assistant.
These are not real housewives.

Real housewives cook for their own families....or at least know how to order in.

They manage their own houses...or boss around their hubbies and kids.

They buy their own shoes. Sometimes with a girlfriend, but often alone and in a rush.

Plan the birthday party's for their kids, exhaust ourselves and love it.

Real Housewives do our own make up and wash our own hair. (when we have time)

We get our hands dirty.

We fund raise. We run bake sales and car washes.

We have split ends and chipped nail polish.

We run our car down to the E.

We pay the bills, just in time.

We sneak cookies before dinner and sometimes...... we can't wait for bedtimes.

We know what we signed up for.

We are blessed and love almost every minute of it!

These are the things that make Me a Real Housewife and I just know that here, in the real world, I am not alone.

The Hubster

I like togetherness. I rarely like to be completely alone for any length of time. Sure, a nice hot bubble bath with music and all doors shut is fun for .... oh, about 15 minutes. And then I like to come out with my bright pink legs and greet my boys to settle in for some real fun.

My idea of "alone" always includes Hubby. I'd rather be alone in a room with him doing our own things, than to be by myself doing those things. The rest of the world around me requires my attention, but when I'm alone with Hubster, I can just BE. And I love that about our relationship.

Through different places and positions the Hubs has worked over the past several years, some of them included working nights, early to late, all day, and other various not-so-fun schedules. I don't mind a bit being at home with the kids alone during the day, but there is something about the sun setting that suddenly makes it lonely.

I don't do evenings and nights alone well at all. Especially when the boys go to bed. The doors are locked, the blinds shut tight and the gun comes out. (Well, not really but........I don't mess around.)

Evenings are boring without Hubby. Television isn't exciting, food doesn't taste good .... it's just no fun! Ryker asks a gajillion times "When is daddy coming home?" and with any tiny noise he hears, he turns and looks at the door, hoping to see The Daddy. I have to admit, I do it too sometimes.

He just has that effect on us. Hubs makes everything better. He brightens our evenings, and when he comes home it's as if he brings in rainbows and sunbeams -- or something like that. He is simply a wonderful guy to be with, live with, and walk through life with. Simply put... he's my favorite.