Reflections
Both my husband and my mother went to work today, so this was my first full day alone since spraining my ankle a week ago. I wasn't sure how it was going to go, but I can tell you now the day's only about halfway over (until my husband gets home) and I am tired. I can manage stairs, but not without pain, and it takes me twice as long as it normally does. I went out for groceries with my daughter this morning and even that simple trip, which took less than an hour, was tough. I limped along behind the grocery cart like Igor. All I need now is a hunchback and a mad scientist to order me around, and my transformation will be complete. I also managed to get two loads of laundry done (up and down the stairs twice, thank you). Ugh. Now I just have to try to clean up the rest of the house, especially the counters and bathroom. Even by my somewhat lax standards the are a mess. Ugh.
Anyway, the Grammy's last night were pretty good. I went to bed at ten, but some impressions from the first two hours were:
Roxanne. You don't have to put on the red light. Those days are over, you don't have to sell your body to the night. I smiled like an idiot through the entire performance of this song. Sting, of course, was ab-fab. And, it bears noting, in much better shape than his two other bandmates. Ah, well, time is not always a friend to everyone. Clearly, yoga and tantric sex have done Sting well.
Justin Timberlake, honey, you are such a liar. I don't know how he told this big fairy tale with a straight face: He said the song "What Goes Around Comes Around" was about his best friend of his having a bad experience with a woman. Um...no. We all know the song is about Britney. He was damn fine-looking, though, and in good voice.
Dear Beyonce: I liked that Prince introduced you. He rocked the Super Bowl halftime show, Aunt Jemima do-rag and all. I'm not sure how I feel about you, though. If you had sang "Irreplaceable" I probably would have been a lot happier. I'm a little sick of all the "Showgirls" stuff, to be honest.
Mary J. Blige has a beautiful voice and is very talented, but can we please stop hearing about how she overcame a bug drug problem by now? Because I swear she has talked about it with every entertainment reporter in the world. I get that her husband saved her. I GET IT, MARY.
Me: Oh, look, honey, there's Adrian Pasdar.
Husband: Who?
Me: The guy on Heroes. He's married to one of the Dixie Chicks.
Husband: What guy?
Me: You know, the politician.
Husband: Who?
Me: The one who can fly.
Husband: Oh, right.
Me: I forget which Chick he's married to (for the record: Natalie Maines).
Husband: Huh.
I am a little tired of the Dixie Chicks "oh, poor us" attitude. I agree with them in that I'm not a fan of George Bush, either, and I'm sorry they got harassed for making a snarky comment about him, but LET'S MOVE ON, for the love of Larry. You don't have to rub your victory in people's faces. It's taking being a poor winner to new heights.
I am not a country music fan, but I did enjoy Rascal Flatts and Carrie Underwood covering the Eagles' songs. I love me some Eagles music. Also, I was glad when Carrie won best new artist - who the heck is Imogen Heap, and why was she wearing a plant on her head? I bet half the audience started to pout when Carrie thanked American Idol in her speech. Hee.
I enjoyed Corinne Bailey Rae and John Legend, but I could have done without John Mayer. Firstly, I think he is on the pretentious side, and secondly, he is dating Jessica Simpson. Ick.
Oh, Shakira, Shakira! I don't know why, but I love her. Perhaps because her hips don't lie :)
Anyway, the Grammy's last night were pretty good. I went to bed at ten, but some impressions from the first two hours were:
Roxanne. You don't have to put on the red light. Those days are over, you don't have to sell your body to the night. I smiled like an idiot through the entire performance of this song. Sting, of course, was ab-fab. And, it bears noting, in much better shape than his two other bandmates. Ah, well, time is not always a friend to everyone. Clearly, yoga and tantric sex have done Sting well.
Justin Timberlake, honey, you are such a liar. I don't know how he told this big fairy tale with a straight face: He said the song "What Goes Around Comes Around" was about his best friend of his having a bad experience with a woman. Um...no. We all know the song is about Britney. He was damn fine-looking, though, and in good voice.
Dear Beyonce: I liked that Prince introduced you. He rocked the Super Bowl halftime show, Aunt Jemima do-rag and all. I'm not sure how I feel about you, though. If you had sang "Irreplaceable" I probably would have been a lot happier. I'm a little sick of all the "Showgirls" stuff, to be honest.
Mary J. Blige has a beautiful voice and is very talented, but can we please stop hearing about how she overcame a bug drug problem by now? Because I swear she has talked about it with every entertainment reporter in the world. I get that her husband saved her. I GET IT, MARY.
Me: Oh, look, honey, there's Adrian Pasdar.
Husband: Who?
Me: The guy on Heroes. He's married to one of the Dixie Chicks.
Husband: What guy?
Me: You know, the politician.
Husband: Who?
Me: The one who can fly.
Husband: Oh, right.
Me: I forget which Chick he's married to (for the record: Natalie Maines).
Husband: Huh.
I am a little tired of the Dixie Chicks "oh, poor us" attitude. I agree with them in that I'm not a fan of George Bush, either, and I'm sorry they got harassed for making a snarky comment about him, but LET'S MOVE ON, for the love of Larry. You don't have to rub your victory in people's faces. It's taking being a poor winner to new heights.
I am not a country music fan, but I did enjoy Rascal Flatts and Carrie Underwood covering the Eagles' songs. I love me some Eagles music. Also, I was glad when Carrie won best new artist - who the heck is Imogen Heap, and why was she wearing a plant on her head? I bet half the audience started to pout when Carrie thanked American Idol in her speech. Hee.
I enjoyed Corinne Bailey Rae and John Legend, but I could have done without John Mayer. Firstly, I think he is on the pretentious side, and secondly, he is dating Jessica Simpson. Ick.
Oh, Shakira, Shakira! I don't know why, but I love her. Perhaps because her hips don't lie :)