Oscar

So, I have been delinquent in posting any pictures from our Oscar night this last Sunday.  We started this as just a fun get-together with the Fletcher, O’Keefe, and Burden families when Emma was a tiny baby, and I was barely showing with a then developing Abigail in my belly.  We have continued the fun every year.  When we get together, we bring dishes relating to the best picture nominations.  It’s become easier with websites that make menus for you.  We also vote for the awards that are given out that evening, and the winner actually takes an Oscar figurine home for the year, and brings it back the following year.  Tivo/DVR have also made our evenings much more enjoyable.  We’re able to start recording it while we continue to arrive, vote, nibble at the yummy food, and get settled.  Then, we can watch it, forward through the boring speeches and people we don’t know of or despise, and even the commercials  until we possibly catch up to the show.  Because we started this tradition in the days of regular cameras, I have lots of pictures from the early days, but are too lazy to scan and post them.  (Maybe another time.)  But I will post the pictures that I do have easy access to.  These are pre-ww days and one of them was taken a month after having Sarah. 

GOOD TIMES!

Glad it’s not me

Okay, so this morning was a very odd morning in our body conditioning class at the Y. It actually was very similar to high school, which now makes me think of the song by Bowling for Soup called High School Never Ends.  (I was going to have the you tube video of this song here, but the version I know is the “clean/child friendly” version that is played on radio disney. This is not available on you tube. )

Anyway, we were hearing all about another encounter with our instructor and her ex-fiance’s best friend who likes to tell her all of the latest gossip on this apparent loser’s newest adventures. (Following so far?) Then this random guy looks through the door and waves at one of the gals in class. It is soon realized that they are brother and sister. From this point on I will label the instructor as “Y girl” and the guy “guy”. Y girl chases guy out the door encouraging him to join us in class. Guy changes clothes and returns to work out with us (and his sister). This guy was either playing stupid, was really stupid, or maybe even a little drunk. Anyway, he was like the class clown commenting on everything we did, trying to make his attempts at the exercises look silly rather than look stupid. My question was where is my gothic lady now??? She would have been irate at the amount of talking that was coming from the back of the room. What didn’t make it better was the amount of giggles that guy’s sister and friend were doing as well as Y girl all the way in the front. Leslie and I kept lookin’ at each other, words weren’t necessary. Soon enough, Y girl takes off her shirt, and guess what we did next… jogging in place and jumping jacks. Oh yeah, baby. I looked at Leslie and predicted the next exercise which was hip movement from left to right and eventually complete gyrations with the hips. Sure, these are great exercises, but they were just so sudden and coincidental. Not only was Y girl flirting in this manner, but flat out asked him if he was married. When he answered no, she then asked if he had a sweetheart. He again answered no, and Y girl left it at that. She also asked him if he had a membership because she hadn’t seen him before. GEESH! Could you be any more forward, and in front of the entire class. Whew, it was a bit nauseating, and I quickly realized that I was blessed to have a husband, and not only that, but I got him at such a young age I never really had to play those kinds of games. Only when I was trying to get the husband. But I knew he was the one I wanted, and didn’t waste it on anyone else. Glad it’s not me.

Side note -

Esther got a goose egg last night. I’m not exactly sure what happened, however she was with daddy, I think on his back, and somehow ended up with a nice big goose egg on her forehead. She didn’t even cry. I left my camera at the photographer’s house over the weekend (great-grandma pics) so I could only use my cell phone. This picture is what it looked like this morning before school.

Being that I don’t have my camera at the moment, I won’t be able to take great pics of the chicken in a biscuit making tomorrow either, but I’ll do my best with the cell phone.