It's still winter afterall.

I was really hoping that the 60 degree weather we had last week would mean that winter was over. No such luck. It's currently 14 degrees and falling. My friend Dane txted me earlier tonight that it's -30 with the wind where he is out in Eastern Montana. I'm sooooo over this! I want 75 and sunny! I want to float the river after work! I want to lay on my lawn with a good book and a bottle of sun tan oil! I want a marguerta!

Oscar Red Carpet Recap

Anyone who knows me even a little bit knows that I am obsessed with pop-culture. So, with that in mind, may I present my Oscar re-cap.

Let's start off with the first person on E!'s red carpet, Mylie Cyrus. I thought she looked like she skinned a molting fish and then bedazzled the bejezzes out of it. Also, you're 16! You're cute! Tyra Banks wants to turn you into her weird spawn! We get it! Could you please pretend that you have a modicum of class? Please? Yelling at Ryan Seacrest and compulsively chewing on your lip is not appropriate for the Oscar Red Carpet. What were you doing there, anyway?

Zack Effron, you looked like a greaser. Try shampoo.

Amy Adams is so cute I want to put her in my pocket and carry her around with me. And I loved the dress! Red dress with red hair - very brave, you rocked it!

Marisa Tomei's dress looked like oriental fans. I still haven't decided whether I liked it or not.

Loved the hue of Natalie Portman's dress. My mom thought it looked like Pepto, but I think it looked appropriately young and festive.

Ann Hathaway's first dress was stunning, but I could've done without the one she wore for the skit with Hugh Jackman.

Hugh Jackman, by the by, is a beautiful, beautiful specimen of a man.

Tilda Swinton, I feel like I need to say something, but what? Blah seems to be her norm. The scary hair and makeup she sported in The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe was quite possibly the closest she's ever come to looking human. Blush! Mascara! Eyeshadow! They are your friends!

Kate Winslet can do no wrong.

Meryl Streep looked fab.

Sophia Loren looked old. Oh wait, she is. I don't remember her looking like that in Grumpier Old Men though. Of course that was what, 15 years ago?

Holy craptastic, Bat Man! Angelina's ear rings and cocktail ring were gorgeous! As was she, as always.

Last but not least, the entire cast of Slumdog Millionaire made me smile. I think they and only they understood just what an honor it is to be at the Academy Awards.

This weeks playlist

Every week I make myself a new playlist for the 'pod to listen to while driving to and from work. For lack of anything better to post about today, this's it.

1. Nickleback - Something in Your Mouth - It's about a stripped and yet I love it!
2. Jason Aldean - She's Country
3. Keith Whitley - I Told You So - for the record I think that Carrie Underwood's version is a travesty.
4. Jason Mraz - I'm Yours
5. Danny Elfman - The Little Things
6. Little Big Town - Boondocks
7. Lynryd Skynryd - Gimme Three Steps
8. Ashley Monroe - I Don't Want To
9. Randy Rogers Band - Kiss Me In The Dark
10. Lady Antebelum - Lookin' For a Good Time

Only 6 are country! Wonder's never cease.

Why?

The kiddos made me a Valentine that I was going to take pictures of and post on here, but after working 11 hours straight without a break on Friday I forgot it sitting in my in-box at work. So...we'll tackle something else today.

It's beyond time for me to get back out there and start dating. Friday afternoon a guy that I've known for a couple of years called me up and asked me to go to lunch today. No sooner had I assented than he started making excuses, and I mean every excuse under the sun, that he wasn't going to be able to make it. He called me! I'm completely confused by this. Can someone please explain it to me?

Anyway, since I have today off and my spidey senses tell me he's not going to show for lunch, I made plans with Jen to have lunch, see a movie, window shop downtown, meet Heather for coffee and then grab dinner.

And now I'm off to work out!

UPDATE: Ok, so he never called. Which is a little weird because I just looked at my phone and realized that he called me 6 times on Saturday. Whatever. Not going to worry about it.

And the movie, "He's Just Not That Into You," is a renter. I thought with a cast like that it couldn't be anything but good but I was wrong. I probably would have a different opinion if it had been a half hour shorter. A full two hours to be beaten over the head with the same completely obvious relationship advice is a little much. Do yourself a favor; just add it to your Netflix que.

UPDATE NUMERO DUCE: I forgot to mention that while watching the movie I kept wanting to yell at the movie screen, "Grab your purse and leave!" or, "Shut up now and hang up!" or, "Kick his sorry ass to the curb! You deserve better!" Unfortunately you can't do that in a public movie theater. One more reason to just rent it and watch it at home.

Thank you, Rory.

See this one? Her name is Rory. Rory is not very bright.

I was headed to church this morning, intending to get there early so that I could tune up my guitar and practice my offertory before the rest of the band got there. Rory had other plans.

I headed down the stairs carrying my guitar. Rory came from behind me and ran between my feet. I tripped and fell down the stairs. My guitar came down on my right knee and instantly left a goose egg. I fell back against the stair treds and now have an enormous bruise on my back. It is black as black can be.

Thanks, Rory. You realize that I'm the one who feeds you and cleans your litter box, right?

Korman aka: Turtle

Where to start with Korman...We met through a mutual musician friend and hit it off immediately. I can't remember why I started calling her The Turtle, but she started calling me dude at one point too. I think it had something to do with Finding Nemo?

Turtle's one of my best friends even though she lives just outside Seattle and I very rarely get to see her. So rarely in fact that I missed her wedding this last August. The job that almost killed me wouldn't let me take the weekend off to go to the wedding. Thank GOD I don't work at that company anymore!

Korman and I share a deep and abiding love for The Girls Next Door. So much in fact that there have been serious conversations about boycotting E! when the show ends in two weeks. We also share a love of Janet Evanovich books, although we both think that she's been phoning it in with her last couple of books. We used to see ourselves in Stephanie Plum, especially the whole eye twitch thing, but now she's just predictable. She was one of two people who's response to my naming my cats Rory and Suki was, "I love the Gilmore Girls!"

Now she likes to remind me that on the show Suki was the fat one, not Rory. Oops.

The punks.

These are the punks. Clockwise from top left: Ruby, Isabel and Dillon. They are all in their new Christmas pajamas. I think Evan snapped this picture right before they drove home. That's me in the middle. Don't stare to long. You might crack your computer screen.

My sisterling.

This is my sister Evan. She's almost as insane as I am. Almost. This is why I love her.

Evan's husband is Kurt. They have 3 children, Isabel who's 6, Ruby who's 4 and Dillon who's 2. Her blog is http://westragang.blogspot.com/. They are in the process of adopting a little boy from Ethiopia. He will hopefully be arriving sometime in July or August. Kurt and Evan will be leaving for a week in June to go to Africa and visit the orphanage. Hopefully all will go well.

Evan is my rock. She's also my sounding board. We don't really have much in common other than shared genes. And even those don't show much. Still, she is my sister and I love her.