I'm One Lucky Girl....

(even if i don't always act like it...)

Honey you are a rock

Upon which I stand

And I come here to talk

I hope you understand

That green eyes

Yeah the spotlight shines upon you

And how could anybody deny you

I came here with a load

And it feels so much lighter

Now I met you

And honey you should know

That I could never go on without you

Green eyes

Honey you are the sea

Upon which I float

And I came here to talk

I think you should know

That green eyes

You're the one that I wanted to find

And anyone who tried to deny you

Must be out of their mind

Because I came here with a load

And it feels so much lighter

Since I met you

And honey you should know

That I could never go on without you

Green eyes

Green eyes

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Honey you are a rock

Upon which I stand....
Coldplay

(I love you, Babe!)

There are about 10 drafts of posts I never finished just sitting in my blogger account, and I fear that if I try to write up my Oscar review, that too will either never get finished or will become outdated by the time I get to it. So, while I'm debating whether or not to even start an Oscar post, I will leave you with this gem from 1986. My great uncle was a film editor and was nominated for 7 Oscars; he won 2. Here I am with them back in 9th grade. (This is me in grade nine, baby, this is me in grade nine!) I know you can't tear your eyes away from the awesome braces, but check out those finger nails! Holy crap! Now I know why my mom was so horrified by them--disgusting! Just 'cause I CAN grow 'em don't mean I should! Anyway, back to the Oscars; Uncle Harold won for The Towering Inferno and How the West Was Won.

Careful what you watch when you have a fever. I watched Bedknobs & Broomsticks the other night; unbeknownst to me, I had a fever of 102. I will swear that I didn't sleep much at all that night b/c I was shivering cold while sweating through my clothes (fun times), but either I really did sleep & dream, or I hallucinated in ways that would make Timothy Leary proud. I'm talking about singing bananas doing a chorus line in my living room, purple cats running on the bottom of the ocean, and a dwarf wedding. We are watching the flick again with the kid tonight, and I am confident that my hightened temperature added to the colorfulness of my dreams or I got dosed with LCD at the Chanel counter at Neiman Marcus earlier that night b/c I see no singing bananas, purple cats, or dwarves in this film. Oy...

P.S. Someone found my blog by Googling "Jewish Girls Pussy." Of 147,000 pages that come up on Google, a link to my post about Sarah Silverman back in Nov. 2005 is THIRD. Of 147,000, I am third under Jewish Girls Pussy. WTF was this person trying to find anyway...? I really don't wanna know...

P.P.S. Although this year I am less capable than any years prior of having an educated opinion on who will or should win Oscars tomorrow night (i.e., of the films nominated in all categories, I've seen only Juno, Across the Universe, and Ratatouille, only the first of which is up for multiple and major awards), that doesn't mean I won't have LOTS to say about my favorite event of the year! I probably won't find time until Tuesday eve to post my review of the shows (shows=Baba Wawa, the red carpet shows on E! and ABC, the actual Oscar show, and Jimmy Kimmel's live show, which comes on 30 mins after the Oscars end), please check back, as in addition to my witty reviews, I will be posting a photo of me with my great Uncle's 2 Oscars!

OMG

I almost peed my pants watching that scene with Michael Kors just now on the reunion show...he's laughing his ass off at the ridiculous runway show with the freakish wrestling chicks, everyone else is laughing uncontrollably, it is a classic moment and absolutely huh--larry--uss. Oh, and Michael Kors looks h-o-t hot right now--dropped some LBs since the last episode. Fuck that bitch who wrote in and commented on what he wears. Fuck that bitch. (But damn did he look tacky in the 80s...I may have to revoke some of his current hotness factor. Then again, you don't wanna see photos of Ms. P in 1989....say whaaaat??)

Fierce. Fabulous. Flawless. Put that shit on a t'shirt.

xoxox,

Fierocia Couture

PS--I love Jack. I hope he comes back for the next season...yummy.