Rejoice, fellow technologically challenged friends!The iPod, once lost in darkness and dust, has been found!We have killed the fatted Jack-in-the-Box™ burger with two tacos (called, ‘The All American), danced around the living room, and rejoiced as much as two people our age care to rejoice.
The iPod (refer to “Electronic Books! Bah!) had been lost for several years, and this loss had become a great source of contention.This iPod had joined many other things in the “Lost by John Kane” list.On this list is an assortment of important and unimportant items, ranging from the passport to car keys to ATM card to socks and such.
Having found the iPod, as well as the technical manual for the surround sound system, has made a new man of my husband, John.Huzzah, and huzzah.
The fairy house was finally complete.It was a magnum opus when it came to projects-done-with-small-children.We started with grand plans; we had watched “TinkerBell and the Great Fairy Rescue”, and had a vision.Unfortunately, the visions of young granddaughters and their ‘just a little bit old’ grandmother were not the same.
I knew immediately, after the dog-poop complication (refer to “Clap! Clap your hands!”), whatever aspirations I had of a cute fairy-style villa were just not going to happen.The bits of paper on the floor confirmed that conclusion.The fairy house was put aside for about two weeks, while I recovered from a bad cold, and deeply held aversion to the memory of the dog do-do.When I put the house back on the kitchen table, it was with a determination that was akin to completing a black-ops mission.
The girls were excited, and they got those scissors going, while I scouted through the house for anything, anything at all, that would make this house have some glamor to it.I mean, aside from the Disney-cute box, all the work we had done looked for all the world like I had dotted the thing with glue and held it behind a wood chipper.I came back to the table with some empty toilet paper rolls, a few bright ribbons left over from Christmas, and assorted broken barrettes.
It all came together in a rush.The girls got distracted with a new educational game on the old Mac, Mommy came home, and I scooped up all the destruction on the floor.It was raining buckets, so we couldn’t take it outside.Mommy put the now-glamorized house back in its old resting spot until it was a drier day.
Well, today when I was with my girls, the house had been out in its fairy-enticing spot in a tube of the play structure for about a week.Cautiously, we tiptoed out to the fairy house, whispering & hushing all the way. We looked the fairy house over, looking for clues—any clues—that fairies had been visiting.Maybe they had slept in the bed?Maybe they used the coffee table?The girls searched my face for my grown-up assessment of the state of the house:occupied or unoccupied.
Liar, I am such a liar.God forgive me, please.But, looking at those earnest faces, how could I not say, “Well, I do believe that the fairies have been here!Yes, indeed.It looks like they have moved some things around…”The girls ran back into the house, whooping and hollering, “Grandpa!Grandpa!The fairies were there, in our house!...”
If any fairies had been around at that point, I am certain, without a shadow of a doubt, that they would spend tonight there on the bed made from some tissues and parts of a shoebox.
The expected word to finish that statement is “me”. This is an unfortunate trend in society to be egocentric, even narcissistic. Where does it come from? What happened in our growth as social beings to stop developing at the age of three, when it is natural to be focused on one’s own existence? Well, that sentence sucked. Let me try again.
I guess it is the time of year when I get disgusted with all the celebrity award events that hit the TV prime time. If it were just one award event, I would be fine with the ultra-beautiful, multi-talented celebrities getting together, sharing a few laughs, toasting with champagne, wearing glamorous clothing, and handing out golden naked-man statues. But it is not. No, there are many award events that carve out TV time, and rub their
magnificence, wealth, specialness in our faces.
Do I even know all the acronyms and labels? Let’s see how many I actually do know.
1.SAG: Screen Actor Guild
2.Golden Globe
3. Country Music Awards
4.MTV awards: music & television video
5.Tony Awards: for live stage performances
6.Emmy Awards: for television programs, HBO, television movies, mini-series, etc.
7.Daytime Television Awards: for soap-operas, game shows, talk shows
8.Grammy awards: for recorded music awards
Some untelevised award events are the Cannes(spelling?) Film Festival in Monaco and the Sundance Film Festival in Park City (I think), Utah,
You might think this comes from jealousy. No. It does not. I look at these people, and most of them are stuck at the age of three. “Look at me! See my cleavage! (I have a problem with cleavage display) My butt is so hot! This necklace costs $1.5 million! I don’t have a wrinkle! See what I did! See what I can do! You like me! You really like me!...” That is just the “Red Carpet” entry hour. The acceptance speeches are another teeth grinder for me.
Using a public platform to spout about political beliefs and criticize those whose opinions don’t match up with the ultra-beautiful is plain wrong. Some of the acting profession are actually intelligent people, and don’t need a script to talk, but those people are few in number.
The DVR is a technological wonder, and I will use it for the Oscar night. That will cut the 3.5 hour self-adulation presentation to about 40 minutes, especially if I push the fast forward button 3 times.
