Remember me telling you about how weird my family is? My brother has emailed me photographic proof of how truly weird we are.

Temperatures got pretty low (by Alabama standards) while we were with family for Christmas. Still, the house my brother’s family lived in during their 6 months in Birmingham had a fire pit out back and we are a family that rarely turns down the opportunity for fun. No matter that it had rained and there was barely any dry wood. No matter that the ground was muddy and slick. We laugh in the face of such silly attempts to thwart our plans. We were committed and we cooked hotdogs over a fire. . .

AND we made s’mores.

Talk about creating super memories.

We watched the Golden Globes tonight; I am a sucker for an awards show. I have to say this was the most classless one I have ever watched. (Note: I limit myself to the Golden Globes and Oscars so the music awards shows are not included in my classless scale) There were things said that I couldn’t believe. In a world where one would think to hear me say, “My Grandmother would roll over in her grave,” I would have to say, “No need to bring my grandmother into this! I MYSELF was offended.”

If asked by the Hollywood Foreign Press to give feedback on the evening, I would give the following “speech”. . .

“I would like to thank Meryl Streep setting the class bar high. I loved her quote, “I just want to say that in my long career, I’ve played so many extraordinary woman that I’m getting mistaken for one,” Streep said. “I’m very clear that I’m the vessel for other people’s stories and other people’s lives.”

“I would like to thank Sandra Bullock for being a class act and being willing to show gratitude and humility. I would like to thank Reese Witherspoon for just doing what she was asked and not coming off like a silly school girl or drunk. Martin S. gave a good acceptance speech. Monique was precious. (no pun intended).” That’s about all I can say that’s nice.

Maybe I am getting too old for this stuff. There are too many true things to spend energy and time on.

Honey is so funny. Once he said, “You don’t see the plumbers getting together to vote on who the best plumber is do you? Why do actors think that what they do is so important?” Can you imagine. . . the Golden Plunger goes to. . .

With that I am off to sleep.

I feel awful.
I’ve been in bed most of the day.

Now, I don’t feel awful because I have been in bed – I have been in bed because I feel awful.
My family all left for church at 9:15 AM and I crawled back into bed. The last thing I remember was hearing the van accelerate out of the driveway.

My next conscious thought was at 10:40AM when I thought, “I can’t believe I slept so long. I need to get up.”

Then the phone rang. I thought, “Who calls during church?? I am going to lay here and listen to the answering machine to hear who would call during church!”

It was Honey. It was 12:05PM. Honey was calling to say that we were supposed to go to a friends for brunch and could he assume that was a no go. 12:05PM!!!!!

I’d be in bed now except that KB has ceremoniously destroyed all of my lipstick. I have contacted my Mary Kay Rep (aka my sister) and ordered 2 new tubes of Raisinberry (my favorite color since my post college love affair with Clinique’s Suede Suede) but it won’t be here until my mom visits in Feb. This well-trained southern gal can NOT go three weeks with no lipstick.

What does that have to do with me dragging myself out of bed today? I have a coupon that expires today and a sale at Walgreens that started today that, when combined will produce a FREE TUBE OF LIPSTICK! And if one is going to buy a “make due tube” then a free tube is just what the doctor ordered.

The rush of it all just might make my head stop hurting.