The Golden Globes Are On But More Importantly I Hated My Dinner

Signs for the Golden Globe Awards.

Signs for the Golden Globe Awards. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

LIVE FROM SUNDAY NIGHT GOLDEN GLOBES:

Sunday nights have always been legendary in my house and even in the apartment where I grew up; we HAD to like our dinner, it was imperative. It was that unwelcome bridge from the weekend to school or work or just Monday. It seems that even if you don’t work, Monday is still bad, that never changes. Maybe they should just call it Sunday Plus, would that work to ease us into the new week? Oh, fine, probably not but I’m trying here people, just work with me.

I feel that I need to have The Golden Globes on for “My Peeps” those of you who follow my blog, those that love celebrities or television and gossip. Those of us who watch The Golden Globes to see the witty banter between Tina Fey and Amy Poehler (so worth it.) These two women are just hilarious and besides someone might trip up the stairs or make a delicious, outrageous speech. Wouldn’t want to miss anything out of the ordinary (aka live bloopers, mistakes, a temper tantrum, please, the audience loves the stuff!)

OMG, President Bill Clinton just walked out on the stage, gave a speech and got a standing ovation and I am so NOT making this up. This man lives for the spotlight and the spotlight just adores him. What a magical moment. Then, a young whippersnapper in a pretty orange dress won instead of Meryl Streep and she actually went on stage and SAID, actually SAID OUT LOUD something to the effect of (and I’m paraphrasing: Whose name is on this, NOT Meryl Streep’s  name.) No, she couldn’t have. Could she? That girl needs some manners, pronto. Forgive me for prejudging but I don’t like this kid. There was a lovely salute to Sally Fields by Ann Hathaway and Jodie Foster was wonderful in her heartfelt speech accepting her Cecil B.DeMilleAward; a woman with class. However, we don’t care if you are gay, we knew you were gay, we just want to know if you will continue to make movies? That and how could Mel Gibson be your BFF? I mean, EWW.

Sorry, I was so distracted by as (he was called )Mr. Hillary Rodham Clinton (ha ha ha) back to the dinner. Everyone who knows me and those read my blog faithfully know I also love food and yes, I do have some strange food combinations.( I am NOT going to mention them tonight because my friend Maureen sent me Hostess orange cupcakes and I owe her big time) Tonight’s dinner was a massive mistake. Hubby and I shared a lovely pear and mesclun salad that came with goat cheese, walnuts, slices of pear and raisins and a few walnuts. It came with balsamic vinegar on the side and it was light, healthy and it was wonderful. Now for the bad news: hubby ordered mussels fra diablo and his forehand was sweating but happy; I ordered (ok, ok) spinach lasagna with a white sauce. I’ll leave you a minute to digest the thought….It sounded good, I’ve had that before but unfortunately, it was one gloppy mess of spinach and even more gloppy cheese with oil. Horrible looking and tasting. It was bad enough that I could have sent it back but I didn’t. I just conceded that Danny won (I’m not a good sore loser) finished my Diet Coke and we went home. Home to fried, carmelized bananas and one slice, okay, two thick slices of Dan’s blueberry cinnamon-poppy seed loaf with a hint of butter. How could I not like my Sunday dinner now?

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Dear Hillary,

Official portrait of Secretary of State Hillar...

Official portrait of Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I want to start by saying that I know I should use your formal title because I do, very much, respect and admire EVERYTHING you have done. I just feel we, as in “we the people” know you” so please forgive me. I want you to know that your friends, fans and neighbors are all worried about you and you are in our thoughts every day. I’m not just saying this; it’s true.

I’ve never been one to focus much on the health of any political figure before but now I find myself waking up in the morning and checking the news for an update about you, in fact checking several times during the day and of course at night, before I go to bed. As a mother myself, I cried when I saw a photograph of Chelsea’s “anguished” face as the newspaper described it. Granted, she could have just spent a harrowing time with the paparazzi or gotten an old, limp salad in the cafeteria but my bet is that Chelsea is worrying about her Mom. I didn’t see a photo of your husband, President Bill Clinton, exit but I can imagine he is very concerned as well.

We all are but I want you to know THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING POLITICAL NOW OR IN THE FUTURE.  I don’t care about 2016, I only care about today. I want you to be well enough for your doctors (we share one of them, by the way) to release you so that you can go home. Home to New York or Washington, wherever you choose. Your only prescription now is for rest and relaxation. Think of it as a Hillary cruise. If you want red tulips, you will get red tulips, if you feel like pizza, people will deliver whole pies to you. An egg sandwich in the morning, well, we all know what deli that will be coming from!

I just wanted you to know that all of us are thinking of you, praying for you (those of us that pray) and keeping you in our thoughts. Get well Madame Secretary of State, because we really and truly miss you.

P.S. Not to belabor a point  but I still believe that you are OWED a great big apology and a HUGE bouquet of flowers and dark chocolate for at least a year from those uncivilized idiots (should I have not said that?) that did not believe you were sick in the first place. I’m a Libra and we believe in fairness, that they haven’t apologized, to me, is utterly shameful. You are a better person than I am. This is why we need you! Come home soon.
With great fondness and admiration,

Laurie from Hibernationnow.worldpress.com