People often ask if Barbara Marr is anything like me.

Well, she does have curly hair, but that was a mistake. She was supposed to have straight, dirty blond hair. (Long story there – different post)

I am not nearly as brave as Barb – not by a long shot. I’m tempted to call 911 when I break a fingernail, so trust me, I’d never take on the task of solving clues to a murder.

But Barb and I do share a preference for sweatpants over jeans or dress pants (who needs snug when loose is so much more comfortable?) and a love for The Academy Awards.

To be honest, I can’t even remember how young I was when I watched my first Oscar show. Probably two. And I’ve only missed two shows EVER, only because I lived outside of the country at the time.

That’s right – I remember the streaker (1974) and David Niven’s response: “Probably the only laugh that man will ever get in his life is by stripping off and showing his shortcomings.”

I remember the year that Marlon Brando declined his win and sent a Native American activist in his stead to protest the ill-treatment of Native Americans by film makers. Unfortunately, she was very nearly booed off the stage, but the memory of that moment remains vivid and poignant for me.

And who can forget (I can’t!) Sally Fields’ horrifying “You like me!” acceptance speech? I still cringe as if it were yesterday. I thought she’d never recover from the backlash, but she did because she’s a great actress, and talent prevailed, thankfully.

Yes, so many memories I share with my man, Oscar. So many.

Most parents want their children to grow up to be doctors or engineers or presidents. Me? I want my kids to be the next Steven Spielberg, and I admit my motives are selfish. See, I dream to do more than just watch the awards from my living room. No, I want to walk the red carpet some day, sit in the audience, feel the real deal. My thinking is, of course, that my Spielberg-esque or Scorsese-ish progeny would bring me as his or her guest. Right? Sadly, I’m not so sure that will ever happen since one son wants to be a computer programmer, the other son plans on getting a PhD in physics and/or chemistry, and youngest daughter will likely save all of the animals on the planet when she takes up nature conservancy. Do we really need more programmers, chemists, and nature lovers? Geez. Where did I go wrong?

So, this Sunday night, I will sit on my couch, marvel at the splendor, pray that Meryl Streep finally takes home another statue, wonder for the billionth time if Angelina Jolie EVER smiles, and dream.

Have a great weekend everyone! And if you watch the Oscars, enjoy!

Best wishes,

Karen

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