Oscar Time

And the winner goes to....

Rain falls here in Dallas. Drank all my cappuccino and need to get my team assignment done for my college course. Somehow I wound up being the unelected leader of our team. All good tho. So I need to finish that up so I can be smack dab in front of the TV with popcorn in grand supply.

I headed out of the sanctuary today, at Inspiring Body of Christ Church, in thought of how Pastor Rickie Rush reminds us to be eagles. Eagles soar just a bit higher and I like that eagles are solitary creatures. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and there was Bear.

It so amazes me how this guy finds me, within a crowd of few thousand. Anyway, Bear began to hug me before I was ready--I'm not complaining-just surprised he found me. We chatted for a pleasant moment. Enjoyed that. Turns out Bear bought a house about a year ago, which I didn't know. I told Bear about my return to school and he didn't know that. I think I kinda surprised him on the endeavor. All in all, our chat made the rain out side seem not so chilled...

So tonight is Oscar night. I want to win my OWN Oscar for Best Screen Adaptation and Best Picture. And I know it may be in the bag for Sandra Bullock--but I'd like Gabourey Sidibe and Mo'nique sweep for "Precious." Gritty. Hard to watch--yet worth the praise.

In the meantime, gotta finish my team project, ponder on Bear and check the popcorn level...

I am blessed.

And The Oscar Goes To...

Mickey Rourke. That's who I want Oscar to go home with. What a full circle that would be.

I'm an Oscar Watcher. Not always being so much into the winners --think "The English Patient" and "Shakespeare in Love"--also even tho I'm a Tom Hanks Honey, "Forrest Gump" should have run, Forrest, run to the folks of "Shawshank Redemption" and give em his Oscar. Yet, I start out with the show and I all ready know I'll be ask "Why isn't Billy Crystal or even Jon Stewart or even Chris Rock or even Whoopi the host tonight?" No offense to Hugh Jackman. He may be quite good. I hope so. Because three hours of just looking at his looks will grow stale.

Back to Mickey. Yep, I'd like to see him win. Thought he was hot back in the 80's. Then, well--he went kinda nuts. I realize Sean Penn may take Oscar for 'Milk"--however, a girl can always wish for the envelope to say something in her favor.

Marisa Tomei in 1993, anyone? I, too, always wondered if Jack Palance got it wrong. Yet, "The Wrestler" is a turnpike away from "Cousin Vinny" II'd feel certain if Marisa wins---Marisa wins.

Get the popcorn ready.

I'm in your corner Mickey.