I loaded up the moving truck and moved over to http://www.kimhornsby.blogspot.com/
I'm sorry to confuse anyone who is following this blog but i thought the new address was easier to follow so please click over to see what drivel I'm talking about now. It's presumptuous, it's narcissistic, it's kimhornsby's blogspot!
Friday, March 18, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
American Idol and more
Yup AShton. She has lots of talent but needs to work on control of her big voice. I think her cocky attitude hurt her in the long run, even if it was cute.
OMG I love Adam Lambert's voice. I don't think I have ever loved anyone's singing voice like this guy. It's almost perfect and the high notes when he's singing soft, like at the end of his song last night. I want to watch him sing all day long but that's weird and wasteful. However i did happen to see he twitters and noticed his charity is BeHeard, which i haven't checked into yet but i forsee it's something to do with coming out of the closet or loving your gay self. The thing about AL is that he is a really well spoken, nice man. He's polite with Ryan on stage, shakes hands, seems grateful and for all that' happened to him lately is still humble, underneath all the eyeliner and lipstick. He could have done some huge number last night with his band and smoke and confetti dropping from the ceiling and licking his guitar player's face but no, he wanted to use that platform last night to promote a song that was written to draw attention to charity. Good career move too since the last time he was on an international platform he french kissed his keyboard player and has been too controversial to be asked back to a mega awards show.
Did not love P Diddy who is now called Diddy and Dirty MOney or something equally stupid. Maybe i just plain don't like him because he has enough money to put jewels in his teeth and is now trying to be Eminem. But i liked his piano player. She was a lovely touch to an otherwise stupid performance.
Thanks for listening, as always....
OMG I love Adam Lambert's voice. I don't think I have ever loved anyone's singing voice like this guy. It's almost perfect and the high notes when he's singing soft, like at the end of his song last night. I want to watch him sing all day long but that's weird and wasteful. However i did happen to see he twitters and noticed his charity is BeHeard, which i haven't checked into yet but i forsee it's something to do with coming out of the closet or loving your gay self. The thing about AL is that he is a really well spoken, nice man. He's polite with Ryan on stage, shakes hands, seems grateful and for all that' happened to him lately is still humble, underneath all the eyeliner and lipstick. He could have done some huge number last night with his band and smoke and confetti dropping from the ceiling and licking his guitar player's face but no, he wanted to use that platform last night to promote a song that was written to draw attention to charity. Good career move too since the last time he was on an international platform he french kissed his keyboard player and has been too controversial to be asked back to a mega awards show.
Did not love P Diddy who is now called Diddy and Dirty MOney or something equally stupid. Maybe i just plain don't like him because he has enough money to put jewels in his teeth and is now trying to be Eminem. But i liked his piano player. She was a lovely touch to an otherwise stupid performance.
Thanks for listening, as always....
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Just posted under new URL
I changed my URL which is a very painful surgery, involving several doctors, numerous nurses and multiple scalpels. I've just woken from the procedure and the new URL seems to be working. Already i posted over there.
I wanted to use my name in case someone (Super Literary Agent) is looking for me online. Try this new spot. http://www.kimhornsby.blogspot.com/
Have a safe cyber journey...
I wanted to use my name in case someone (Super Literary Agent) is looking for me online. Try this new spot. http://www.kimhornsby.blogspot.com/
Have a safe cyber journey...
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
To Glee or Not To Glee
Last night was Glee. I'm not a Gleek. I've missed some episodes but I basically know what is going on. Firstly let me say that Gwyneth Paltrow is a fantastic shot in Glee's muscled arm. They didn't need to ratch it up but they did with her guest spot last night. I love watching her sing because she looks so scared (and apparently is). It's refreshing.
Secondly i have to say that even my husband commented on how touching the sex speech was from macho mechanic father to Kurt the gay son, on last night's episode. What this show does for teenage gays is ground breakingly beautiful. I find Kurt a bit pompous sometimes but last night's performance broke through and showed us a glimpse of the frightened boy. Now i like Kurt. Simple as that.
Is John Stamos the new husband to the timid celebate teacher? I love that guy and along with the rest of America, believe that if she hasn't done the deed with him yet, there is no hope. Mr. Whatshisname better step in to unlock her chastity belt soon.
OK- Coach Beast. This is a man playing a woman and just because the writers of Glee have made a false web site for Dot Marie whoever, doesn't mean that she exists. I recognise this man from another show, don't you? When googled, the younger photo of Dot Marie Jones does not look like the same person and i challenge anyone to Google that name and still think it's a woman. I emailed a friend whose son works on the set but she's not answering my question for obvious reasons.
REgardless, Glee is a captivating, sex-oriented show that has cover tunes, high school drama, dancing, and is breaking ground for gays. It's not for pre teens and i'm not sure if it's for teens but it's definitely for this former stage actress who loves music and gays. Glee, Tuesday nights. Put the kids to bed first.
Secondly i have to say that even my husband commented on how touching the sex speech was from macho mechanic father to Kurt the gay son, on last night's episode. What this show does for teenage gays is ground breakingly beautiful. I find Kurt a bit pompous sometimes but last night's performance broke through and showed us a glimpse of the frightened boy. Now i like Kurt. Simple as that.
Is John Stamos the new husband to the timid celebate teacher? I love that guy and along with the rest of America, believe that if she hasn't done the deed with him yet, there is no hope. Mr. Whatshisname better step in to unlock her chastity belt soon.
OK- Coach Beast. This is a man playing a woman and just because the writers of Glee have made a false web site for Dot Marie whoever, doesn't mean that she exists. I recognise this man from another show, don't you? When googled, the younger photo of Dot Marie Jones does not look like the same person and i challenge anyone to Google that name and still think it's a woman. I emailed a friend whose son works on the set but she's not answering my question for obvious reasons.
REgardless, Glee is a captivating, sex-oriented show that has cover tunes, high school drama, dancing, and is breaking ground for gays. It's not for pre teens and i'm not sure if it's for teens but it's definitely for this former stage actress who loves music and gays. Glee, Tuesday nights. Put the kids to bed first.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Birthmothers and Adoption
If you've ever met me you know i'm a fierce advocat of adoption. If you've ever met my daughter Ila, you know adopting internationally is the bomb!
Last weekend I finally dug deep into my bravery reserves and opened the files i've kept for 9 years on all the heartbreaking opportunities we had to adopt in 2001 and 2002. There were 40 situations that came our way, some not interested in us and some thought we were the perfect family for their baby to be. One even had me fly to Texas from Seattle several times and finally for the birth, only to take the baby from me three days later. For years i've thought of making these emails into a book with two sections. The first would be the search in the United States for a birthmother, the second, my journey to Taiwan.
Point is, now that i've finished writing my third novel and am only working on submissions these days, I'm going to finally put this book together and submit my proposal to non-fiction agents. Maybe that is my way in to this world of publishing, but more importantly, i want to compile this story and send it out there for anyone who wonders what it's like to adopt. Of course i did it the hard way by not involving an adoption agency, wanting to find the baby myself and this made the process more lengthy in some ways but more rewarding in others.
What do you think? Would you read a book about the birthmothers in America who considered us and my fantastic voyage to Taiwan where i fostered a baby for five months, waiting to hear if she would be mine?
Last weekend I finally dug deep into my bravery reserves and opened the files i've kept for 9 years on all the heartbreaking opportunities we had to adopt in 2001 and 2002. There were 40 situations that came our way, some not interested in us and some thought we were the perfect family for their baby to be. One even had me fly to Texas from Seattle several times and finally for the birth, only to take the baby from me three days later. For years i've thought of making these emails into a book with two sections. The first would be the search in the United States for a birthmother, the second, my journey to Taiwan.
Point is, now that i've finished writing my third novel and am only working on submissions these days, I'm going to finally put this book together and submit my proposal to non-fiction agents. Maybe that is my way in to this world of publishing, but more importantly, i want to compile this story and send it out there for anyone who wonders what it's like to adopt. Of course i did it the hard way by not involving an adoption agency, wanting to find the baby myself and this made the process more lengthy in some ways but more rewarding in others.
What do you think? Would you read a book about the birthmothers in America who considered us and my fantastic voyage to Taiwan where i fostered a baby for five months, waiting to hear if she would be mine?
Thursday, March 3, 2011
American Idol Top Ten
I only watch American Idol this early in the game if the singing is phenomenal and I'm not running out of the room to avoid hearing William Hung amuse the rest of america by murdering a song. This year the vocal talent is over the moon good and it makes me wonder where everyone was four years ago when the talent was marginal at this point. Many were tweens seeing this year the 15 year olds seem to dominate.
Tonight they choose the top ten and it'll be hard to see some of the vocalists go. Out of twenty four, I'd say twenty could stay or go straight to recording contracts now. But, it's a contest to pick one singer and it's time to narrow it down:
Here's my pick for that one coveted spot - #12 Pia Toscano who sang at the end last night. Not only did she bring the house down with her rendition of a Chrissie Hind song but she actually has the look of a polished American Idol star, right down to the perfectly dazzling teeth. She's not one of the 15 year olds and although they are frighteningly talented i happen to think that 15 is way too young to take on all that comes with winning this competition. You might as well send that kid off to rehab and skip the years of concerts, albums, photo shoots, parties etc. Just because Justin Bieber can do it doesn't mean anyone else can.
So many of the 24 did a fabulous job in the last two days but what will make or break them in the competition is song choice and likeability. Here's my advice to anyone who remains after tonight - don't do mariah carey, broadway or anything that makes you breathe faster than you're used to. Don't dance around or go behind the judges' desks. Just honestly look at the audience and sell the song. Stand behind a microphone if that helps you sing better. Dress like a star, let those costume people at Fox do their job. Don't argue with the judges, take their very good advice and use it if you get to come back for another song. Remember, America is voting and everyone cannot tell a good singer from bad. Some of you are bloody lucky to have made it this far so don't mourn loosing tonight - celebrate this opportunity and use your fame wisely.
My top ten: James Durbin, Clint Jun Gamboa, Casey Abrams, Jacob Lusk, Robbie Rosen, Pia Toscano, Lauren Alaina, Lauren Turner, Kendra Chantelle, Haley Rhinehart.
Bring it on...
Tonight they choose the top ten and it'll be hard to see some of the vocalists go. Out of twenty four, I'd say twenty could stay or go straight to recording contracts now. But, it's a contest to pick one singer and it's time to narrow it down:
Here's my pick for that one coveted spot - #12 Pia Toscano who sang at the end last night. Not only did she bring the house down with her rendition of a Chrissie Hind song but she actually has the look of a polished American Idol star, right down to the perfectly dazzling teeth. She's not one of the 15 year olds and although they are frighteningly talented i happen to think that 15 is way too young to take on all that comes with winning this competition. You might as well send that kid off to rehab and skip the years of concerts, albums, photo shoots, parties etc. Just because Justin Bieber can do it doesn't mean anyone else can.
So many of the 24 did a fabulous job in the last two days but what will make or break them in the competition is song choice and likeability. Here's my advice to anyone who remains after tonight - don't do mariah carey, broadway or anything that makes you breathe faster than you're used to. Don't dance around or go behind the judges' desks. Just honestly look at the audience and sell the song. Stand behind a microphone if that helps you sing better. Dress like a star, let those costume people at Fox do their job. Don't argue with the judges, take their very good advice and use it if you get to come back for another song. Remember, America is voting and everyone cannot tell a good singer from bad. Some of you are bloody lucky to have made it this far so don't mourn loosing tonight - celebrate this opportunity and use your fame wisely.
My top ten: James Durbin, Clint Jun Gamboa, Casey Abrams, Jacob Lusk, Robbie Rosen, Pia Toscano, Lauren Alaina, Lauren Turner, Kendra Chantelle, Haley Rhinehart.
Bring it on...
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Surfacing Slowly- Compelling Blurb?
Just when i think I'm finished the book I wake up with a phenomenal idea for a twist at the ending. Should i take a week and rewrite everything on the chance that it will be as good as it sounded at 8am when i opened my eyes? I think so. I'll let the idea sit all day and see if it congeals. No risk no gain right?
Yesterday i entered a blog contest with my 200 word blurb on Surfacing Slowly in hopes of it getting chosen amongst 37 to be read by an agent. Wait. What? I forget who but somebody might chose it for something and i have to say that if my generous friend and critique partner Christine didn't post all these opportunities, i'd just be picking my nose over here. To inform us of the contest when she knows it dilutes her chances is the ultimate in generosity.
Just now I sent my blurb in to her future agent (cross fingers), Jill Marsal. She has a contest to choose one amongst 30 and if mine is in the first thirty blurbs, I get it looked at. Needless to say i've been polishing my blurb until the shine is blinding. But is the story compelling enough? You decide...
Yesterday i entered a blog contest with my 200 word blurb on Surfacing Slowly in hopes of it getting chosen amongst 37 to be read by an agent. Wait. What? I forget who but somebody might chose it for something and i have to say that if my generous friend and critique partner Christine didn't post all these opportunities, i'd just be picking my nose over here. To inform us of the contest when she knows it dilutes her chances is the ultimate in generosity.
Just now I sent my blurb in to her future agent (cross fingers), Jill Marsal. She has a contest to choose one amongst 30 and if mine is in the first thirty blurbs, I get it looked at. Needless to say i've been polishing my blurb until the shine is blinding. But is the story compelling enough? You decide...
Would you read it?
Tina Alton’s husband, Hank, is presumed dead from a Hawaiian surfing accident but without a body, hope won't die. Gory hallucinations have the Maui scuba shop owner terrified of the ocean as her dive business perches on the brink of bankruptcy. When portentous life-like dreams blur the edges of reality, Tina fears sleepwalking at best and insanity at worst.
Jamey Dunn arrives from Afghanistan where he’s part of a secretive paranormal unit in which he visits prisoners’ dreams for military information. A near fatal jump has depleted his ability and he’s on Maui to recharge. An ex lover, Jamey feels partly responsible for Tina’s anguish but she won’t let him close enough to help. Both her domineering parents and an ill-intentioned friend, Noble, insist she leave Maui to recuperate in Seattle and when Tina’s resolve disintegrates Jamey kicks into action. He resurrects his dream jumping skills to enter Tina’s precognitive dreams and together they dive the perilous caves of Hawaii in search of Hank’s body. But what they uncover about Hank’s nasty past and Jamey’s real reason for leaving her ten years earlier has Tina questioning all she knew to be true.
Jamey Dunn arrives from Afghanistan where he’s part of a secretive paranormal unit in which he visits prisoners’ dreams for military information. A near fatal jump has depleted his ability and he’s on Maui to recharge. An ex lover, Jamey feels partly responsible for Tina’s anguish but she won’t let him close enough to help. Both her domineering parents and an ill-intentioned friend, Noble, insist she leave Maui to recuperate in Seattle and when Tina’s resolve disintegrates Jamey kicks into action. He resurrects his dream jumping skills to enter Tina’s precognitive dreams and together they dive the perilous caves of Hawaii in search of Hank’s body. But what they uncover about Hank’s nasty past and Jamey’s real reason for leaving her ten years earlier has Tina questioning all she knew to be true.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Would you buy this book?????
Memoir Query
Dear Agent who must represent me:
I’m looking for representation for my memoir “The Extraordinary Life of an Ordinary Girl”, completed at 90,000 words.
My first three novels were a warmup to the real story – me.
Raised in a small town by simple parents (not mentally challenged, just quiet people ) I grew up thinking the big city down the road would be as far as I’d go in life but once I started to move west, extraordinary things happened.
The last thirty five years have seen me through a career in entertainment (working with Jamey Foxx and Jay Leno),and a job as a Hawaiian scuba diving instructor (Steven Tyler loves to snorkel). My brushes with celebrities started at the age of twenty when I fit Gene Hackman for hiking boots. In my life I’ve chatted up George Harrison and Alice Cooper at a party, Gary Marshall asked me to take my top off in an audition, I’ve danced with Donald O’Connor, eaten dinner with a hen-pecked Mickey Rooney, opened for Bob Hope in Waikiki (also filmed that night by Morley from 60 Minutes), stood up Burton Cummings on a date, got camera advice from Sylvester Stallone, interviewed Nando Parrado from ‘Alive’, auditioned for McGyver, got a yo yo lesson from the Smothers Brothers, stared in an international sunglasses infommercial and traded life advice with Maya Angelou backstage at the Maui Hyatt. I am the ‘under- celebrity’, the almost famous, the person who has enjoyed big fishness in a pond but when bigger fish arrived, stare wide- eyed at my fortune.
Aside from meeting celebrities, I’ve survived the sinking of a ship, once found a boa constrictor under my bed, won my husband in a Mexican dating contest, nursed him through cancer twice, fought off a heart attack in an underwater cavern, defied infertility, had my own (wheelchair- bound) stalker, faced a hammerhead shark on my honeymoon, was one of the first American independent adoptions out of Taiwan, did a flashmob dance at the Space Needle, performed CPR on a dead neighbor and hiked through the Nicaraguan jungle in search of Howler Monkeys. Some of the most incredible happenings I sought but many found me in this Forest Gumpish depiction of the life of a girl once too frightened to leave her small town. If this all seems amazingly suspicious I swear Liars Anonymous has never seen me.
Now I’m a soccer mom in suburban Seattle
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Changed Blog's Name - Staycationing at Bellevue Square
Now that i see i had 10 hits on my last blog (thanks Facebook) I decided to rename my blog. At first it was just for me to read but I'm coming out of the cave with squinty eyes now and feel ready to test the air with a tentative sniff.
Thus, Kimmy's Korner which I thought up in 2 seconds like it was channelled to me from some dead quilt- making grandma with her own PBS show. Like it or not, I'm now named something more rememberable. See, I know the word should be memorable but I like to mix it up, unlike quilt -making grandma's. REad on to dispel your notion of me as anything but a hot mamma.
Yesterday my darling 8 year old and I dressed alike in skinny jeans, high black boots, jean jackets, bling and took our fashionable selves to one of the trendiest malls in America - Bellevue Square- to strut the marbelled tile. We got many enviable looks from mothers who wished they'd dressed like their children that day but we just kept on going from store to store, fingering fabrics we liked, commenting on accessories we didn't and sipping our oh-so-trendy Jamba Juices with protein boosts, as we strolled hand in hand through the mall looking like me and mini me. Topped off with a cheap dinner at PF Changs, we sat window side for all to see and sucked chow mein noodles, nibbled on messy spare ribs and talked about life while wet napping our stained faces. Did we envy all the neighbors and friends who could afford to go to a fancy resort for the mid winter break this week as we spooned carmelly apple pie from tiny shot glasses into our mouthes? Not for a second because we were on our own little vacation at Bellevue Mall yesterday and that is a memory my daughter will never forget i assure you. Yes we've shopped before but never solely for the purpose of learning the art of browsing without buying anything. Ila was a champ about not asking to purchase anything and on the way home i explained to her the value of getting one's ideas from the expensive stores then going to Value Village and the sewing machine to make those ideas happen. Ah, good times, good times.
Thus, Kimmy's Korner which I thought up in 2 seconds like it was channelled to me from some dead quilt- making grandma with her own PBS show. Like it or not, I'm now named something more rememberable. See, I know the word should be memorable but I like to mix it up, unlike quilt -making grandma's. REad on to dispel your notion of me as anything but a hot mamma.
Yesterday my darling 8 year old and I dressed alike in skinny jeans, high black boots, jean jackets, bling and took our fashionable selves to one of the trendiest malls in America - Bellevue Square- to strut the marbelled tile. We got many enviable looks from mothers who wished they'd dressed like their children that day but we just kept on going from store to store, fingering fabrics we liked, commenting on accessories we didn't and sipping our oh-so-trendy Jamba Juices with protein boosts, as we strolled hand in hand through the mall looking like me and mini me. Topped off with a cheap dinner at PF Changs, we sat window side for all to see and sucked chow mein noodles, nibbled on messy spare ribs and talked about life while wet napping our stained faces. Did we envy all the neighbors and friends who could afford to go to a fancy resort for the mid winter break this week as we spooned carmelly apple pie from tiny shot glasses into our mouthes? Not for a second because we were on our own little vacation at Bellevue Mall yesterday and that is a memory my daughter will never forget i assure you. Yes we've shopped before but never solely for the purpose of learning the art of browsing without buying anything. Ila was a champ about not asking to purchase anything and on the way home i explained to her the value of getting one's ideas from the expensive stores then going to Value Village and the sewing machine to make those ideas happen. Ah, good times, good times.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Flash Mobs
I'm going to organize a dancing Flash Mob. There are several reasons to do this and one of those is that i need to do something exciting soon. I'm ready. The other is exercise and the other is that ever since i saw one on the TV show Modern Family I've been asking myself why i don't do it. And there is no reason. I'm gonna get me a choreographer, choose a song and set some rehearsals for large groups of people to dance to that song. WE'll converge on a wide open, terribly busy public space in April, turn on that song and dance. Rather than just satisfy my own need to do something unusual i'm going to tie it in to Breast Cancer Awareness somehow and that way it'll have more purpose than Kimberley's need to perform. Not that i can dance, especially with my gimpy shoulder right now. I'll have to be well hidden from the video camera that will tape us for youtube or i might put people off flashmobbing for charity. There's a verb for the new Webster's Dictionary! So Flash Mob, here i come! Who is with me? Anyone else out there need to mix it up a bit and do something out of their comfort zone?
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Finished My Book
How many of you have written a book? Two? Three? How many of you have written three books that no one wants to publish? I have. Well i just finished the third one which i truly believe is 'the one' and only sent out my queries a week ago but so far I've got two rejections from agents who don't even like the idea. Such is the life of a novelist. It's about as rewarding as auditionning for a leading lady role opposite Matt Damon or Brad Pitt or James Franco, t hese days.
What keeps us going? Oh ,oh , i know this because i hang out with a whole plethora of unpublished authors. It is the hope that one day someone will like our voice on the page and believe in us enough to go to bat at the publishing level for us. I happen to be close, i think. Depending on your definition of close. Do i deserve to be published. I don't know yet because i am about as subjective about my work as I am about my daughter;s beauty or my son's soccer skills. But i am closer than i was six years ago when I took pen to hand and said 'I'm gonna write my first novel and get it published'. Back then I was counting the money i'd get and assuming i'd be making mortgage payments by the year's end. If you write a book, it gets published, right? WRong - but the pay off is that you can call yourself a writer. And i do... Enjoy the post. Kim
What keeps us going? Oh ,oh , i know this because i hang out with a whole plethora of unpublished authors. It is the hope that one day someone will like our voice on the page and believe in us enough to go to bat at the publishing level for us. I happen to be close, i think. Depending on your definition of close. Do i deserve to be published. I don't know yet because i am about as subjective about my work as I am about my daughter;s beauty or my son's soccer skills. But i am closer than i was six years ago when I took pen to hand and said 'I'm gonna write my first novel and get it published'. Back then I was counting the money i'd get and assuming i'd be making mortgage payments by the year's end. If you write a book, it gets published, right? WRong - but the pay off is that you can call yourself a writer. And i do... Enjoy the post. Kim
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Birthday Lunch at the Spa
HOw lovely is it to sit around a long white table decked in attractive flower arrangements, sprinkled chocolates, Martha Stewart place settings with chargers (!)at a fancy-schmancy SPA (in the women only section, no less) along with ladies in robes, eating the cheese plate with apricots and Gorgonzola, then Chinese Chicken Salads, Mediterranean pizzas and telapia tacos while sipping diet cokes? It is super lovely. Uber lovely. And having hardly left the house since the Seattle January snain set in last week, i have to say it was worth the effort. Seeing the birthday gal surrounded by her posse of friends, balloons tied to her chair, gifts at her place setting, just back from a trip to New Orleans with hubby, happily in her element was worth the effort to shower, dress, primp and allow K to drive me all the way out the driveway to a completely different suburb to a health club all my Microsoft friends belong to for the pool and spa. Lovely, civilized, informative, entertaining are some of the words that come to mind. Just the smell of the steamy, eucalyptus oil-filled air at the Spa felt decadent. Today I am not getting back into my robe, i will not lie down for my January afternoon snooze and I am now more able to tackle last night's dinner dishes than i was before being treated by a queen at the lunch table. Thanks ladies for knowing that we need these moments in order to do the awesome work we do.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Stumbling Acceptance Speeches
I know i'm a week late on this one but when the trio known to the world as Edward, Bella and Jacob got up at the People's Choice Awards and giggled, shoulder punched and fiddled with their clothes (and each other's clothes) while accepting a coveted award for best movie of 2010, don't you think someone off camera could have looked at them sternly and told them to straighten up? They are after all in their twenties. Or at least the first two are and all three actors should know better than to slouch, guffaw and look genuinely embarassed to be seen on TV. They are movie actors of international proportions. Could they not have prepared a few lines about being grateful? According to a teasing Robert Pattinson, his co-workers had prepared speeches so where were they? Taylor Lautner was the only one of three who put full sentences together, looked in the camera and said a genuine thank you, giving a shout out to deserving people, between jokes about who got to go first. The other two looked like eight year olds caught on camera, shuffling their feet and daring each other to say something silly.
It was embarassing and i'll tell you, when i win my People's Choice Award for something, i will stand poised, encompass eloquence along with gratefullness and the People will remember that in the years to come when they vote for me again and again just because my acceptances speeches are not full of teenaged embarassment and snort laughs.
It was embarassing and i'll tell you, when i win my People's Choice Award for something, i will stand poised, encompass eloquence along with gratefullness and the People will remember that in the years to come when they vote for me again and again just because my acceptances speeches are not full of teenaged embarassment and snort laughs.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Missed Hasselbeck Meeting
Last night my gals met Mark (or is it Mike?) Hasselbeck- the quarterback (or is it quarterbeck?) for the SEattle Seahawks. They were supposedly out for dinner and ran into him and now have posted on Facebook their iphone pictures. I"m jealous not because i even watch football but because they did something out of the ordinary while i sat home watching America's Funniest Videos with my family. True, it's nice to have family time but last night was the latest in a long string of staying home with everyone to snuggle up in the big chair with a dog and a kid and watch TV. Going out for dinner with my friends to watch their excitement at meeting a celebrity would have been fun. It isn't that they didn't try to pry me from the house, knowing i haven't gotten out of my robe for days. They called at 4 to give me the option but i was just getting ready to take my pre-TV nap and i couldn' imagine leaving the house on such a cold day. Even when E told me we could talk about Maui and the possibility of selling something of mine to get me there. That sounded like a good plan but Maui talk could wait until the next day when i needed a reason to get out of my robe. I was already dressed and was already dreaming of getting into jammies for the night at 4. So everyone went out, met Hasselbeck and now i have nothing to write on facebook except how dreary Seattle is in January. If someone phones me today i think i'll pick up and agree to meet them at an invitingly warm, cozy place that harbors approachable celebrities.
Friday, January 7, 2011
The Christmas Tree is Down - Almost
Two trees - one down and curbside, one almost down. Creating a blog seemed more important that finishing the job as i composed a diatribe in my head about my job as the sole Christmas tree designer and executer. That's not to say i'm killing Christmas trees, only that i do all the work and i'm sick of it.
This year i went into the crawlspace, lugged up all the tubs of red and green paraphernalia, pulled everything out , hung and decorated all over our house and sat back to enjoy my work. Are there more people than me in the family, you ask? Yes and they tell me they love Christmas and well they should. It's a time of year when things magically transform, appear, bake, visit and no one has to lift a finger - except me. And now that it is the first week of January I'm exhausted.
In the last hour since i started dismantling tree number two I made plans to only have one tree next year, throw the ornaments anywhere they land and dispose of anything from previous years that does not make the cut. The voices in my head told me i must scale back - only non- bake 'cookies' made from breakfast cereals and marshmallows with red sprinkles), use inflatable lawn ornaments, thereby eliminating the need for hunreds of lights, twelve extension cords and a crying fit. Garlands will not be strung everywhere with twinkling lights, Stuffed Santa Clauses might take a year off and artwork will not be replaced by photos of my children on Santa's lap at the nearby mall. Even though my children are 8 and 14, i will start to scale back in anticipation of the day when the people at the old folks home will do all the decorating for me to enjoy from my rocking chair.
This year i went into the crawlspace, lugged up all the tubs of red and green paraphernalia, pulled everything out , hung and decorated all over our house and sat back to enjoy my work. Are there more people than me in the family, you ask? Yes and they tell me they love Christmas and well they should. It's a time of year when things magically transform, appear, bake, visit and no one has to lift a finger - except me. And now that it is the first week of January I'm exhausted.
In the last hour since i started dismantling tree number two I made plans to only have one tree next year, throw the ornaments anywhere they land and dispose of anything from previous years that does not make the cut. The voices in my head told me i must scale back - only non- bake 'cookies' made from breakfast cereals and marshmallows with red sprinkles), use inflatable lawn ornaments, thereby eliminating the need for hunreds of lights, twelve extension cords and a crying fit. Garlands will not be strung everywhere with twinkling lights, Stuffed Santa Clauses might take a year off and artwork will not be replaced by photos of my children on Santa's lap at the nearby mall. Even though my children are 8 and 14, i will start to scale back in anticipation of the day when the people at the old folks home will do all the decorating for me to enjoy from my rocking chair.
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