The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

It’s no secret that I love award season. Maybe not even just love, it may even border on obsession. Regardless, it’s my favorite time of the year. In general, I I am a person who is most always up on celebrity gossip, love fashion, and also consider myself to be a bit of a movie buff, so how could I not love award season?!

Well, now that the Superbowl of award season, The Oscars, is over I’m already going through a bit of withdrawal. So allow me to regal you with some of my favorite things about these award season, because yes, it was a good’un!

My Favorite People

WHO DOESN’T LOVE THIS WOMAN?!?

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Oh yeah, this girl…badeleThe only person who seemed to enjoy everything about award season, probably including the amazing Adele, is this old coot:
aatommyThese two girls though are loving life, and I absolutely love them back.aaloveheraaloveher2

The Best Hosts EVER

If anyone out there doesn’t like these women, well, they probably aren’t reading this right now.bbesthostWho doesn’t just love seeing this randomly pop up during the acting categories?bbesthost3Or women who make this joke:bbesthostgJAMESCAMERONGLOBESMEMEI think ol’ Bill has it right,bbesthost2

A runner up to my favorite host is this dreamboat:bbesthost44And also, a good pair of presenters should never go unnoticed either,bbesthostgoodpresent

Best Speech

Now, there were a lot of great speeches. Jennifer Lawrence blew it out of the park with every win, and who knew Daniel Day Lewis had jokes? But, my favorite by far was from Argo’s Best Picture win. I may be a little biased, because I have a soft spot for Ben Affleck, but this? This is perfect:

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And part of what makes it so great is this reaction:benwife

God help me, I love this couple and if they ever get divorced I will probably require more therapy than either of them. But, speaking of couples, here’s a few of my other favorites…

Best Award Show Couples

I LOVE THAT THIS IS HAPPENING! If I can’t have him, I’m pleased as pie that she does. This couple interests me to no end, and mainly because I keep wondering if they work out together, and if so, who benches more?Skinnygirl Cocktails at the Critics' Choice Movie Awards 201385th Annual Academy Awards - Arrivals

I’m hearing that this isn’t happening, romantically anyway. But damnit, I want it to be! Throughout most of Zero Dark Thirty I kept waiting for there to be a sexy interlude between the two, and I was denied. Looks like I am now denied again in real life. Or am I…coupleoscar1

coupleoscar2Not only do I love this couple, but Naomi Watts is wearing my favorite dress from the Oscars. I have a feeling very few people could pull this look off, but I’ve never seen her look better. The hair and makeup are fierce and the dress fits her perfectly and is out there without being too outrageous. Oh yeah, Liev doesn’t look too shabby either.

Now that I’ve brought up the dress…

Best Dressed

While I absolutely adore the girl (seriously, the girl crush is getting a bit out of control at this point) her actual Oscar dress wasn’t anything to write home about…minus the fact it was responsible for her tripping up the stairs. But this dress? This dress is what she should’ve worn to the big show, not the after party. GORGE.coupleoscardresspostshow

My favorite frock from the Critics Choice:critics

Again, the fit is perfect. The lace cutouts are tasteful but still sexy. And that coral is a dream for her coloring.

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Speaking of color! This was by far the most beautiful thing I saw at the IFC Spirit Awards. At a show where people usually go casual, this sexy, classy gorgeousness. This is everything I would love to find in a dress (phew, first girl crushing, now dress crushing too? So be it.). There is nothing about this dress that I don’t like. It makes her look like a bronzed goddess. (Oh wait, she is…)

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Marion Cotillard is the very reason I wish I were French. She is so chic it kills me. Her hair is fabulous and gets me thisclose to taking scissors to my hair (DON’T DO IT! Must keep reminding myself, this cut will not be my friend, as it is hers.). As for the dress, the second I saw her on the SAG red carpet, I knew it would be my favorite. It is beautifully made, the colors are so crisp and bold next too each other, and I absolutely love the draping in the front. She’s fabulous, end of story.

And speaking of fabulous… Not only was she an amazing host, she was the best dressed (without even wearing a dress!) at the Golden Globes.70th Annual Golden Globe Awards - Arrivals

If I were Will Arnett, I’d be kicking myself looking at this picture.TOO MUCH SEXINESS! The open jacket paired with the necklace is pure sex on a platter. She seems to ooze confidence in this, as she should.

Now, not everything about this season was good. But, nothing can be perfect right? There is always that one cloud burdening your perfect sunny day. That cloud this year? ANNE FUCKING HATHAWAY. Most who read this know my (extensive) thoughts on her, so I won’t go into detail here. Even without my general distaste for her, she would still be my cloud. Her false sense of humble-pie-look-at-my-big-giant-huge-eyes was mildly annoying with the first win, but by the time the Oscars got around I literally gave myself an eye spasm from rolling them so hard. When I heard this line:zanne-hathaway-self-doubt-thumb-500x281-59424

All I could hear is this:zanne

But, ya know, let’s not let this head on a stick ruin the whole party. Best to end my favorite time of the year on a high note…

BEARDS!

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Beards, glorious beards!

And of course, there’s this…

BEST AWARD SEASON WRAP UP SHOW

Jimmy Kimmel’s post Oscar show is always a hoot. But this year? This year he took it to a whole new level, and that level is Channing Tatum.verybest

God bless you, Channing.

So there you have it, dear readers. A few of my favorite things from my most favorite time of the year. And now the torturous wait for the 2014 season begins…

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Ghosts of Valentine’s Past

Here’s a brief history of my Valentine’s Days in years past…

At first, they started out well enough. Cute card holders made out of shoe boxes filled with notes from classmates in grade school followed by a high school boyfriend who always made sure I was well taken care of in the flowers and tokens of love department. In fact, he even saved his first “I love you” for the holiday and it was rather swoon worthy.

But then it turns into this…

On again, off again boyfriend conveniently making sure we were off again every time the holiday rolled around so he could go off and be debaucherous at a Valentine’s rugby tournament.

A boyfriend ditching me on the dreaded day and leaving me to fetch popsicles and throat lozenges for myself while I had a wicked case of strep so he didn’t risk infecting himself. (But later buying me slippers as a make-up Valentines present. SLIPPERS!)

A guy I had been seeing for about six weeks texting me “Have a good V-day.”

The Ex giving me a great gift and taking me to a romantic dinner…only to drop the “I need some time to think about us” bomb two days later thus negating all romance and making me realize the fancy sushi dinner was more of a way to ease his guilt for my impending heartbreak and the great gift of Glee DVD’s way less thoughtful and more to give me something to do while I spent three days straight crying on the couch.

Yes, Valentine’s is a rather corporate and consumer based holiday and I really shouldn’t give a shit about that day not being anything special for me in the last, ohhhh, 13 years, but I really am a romantic and do love the idea of taking one day out of the year to show someone how much they mean to you. And it’s not a one sided thing. With the three guys I was in fairly serious “adult” relationships with, yes, even the on again, off again one, I always found some way to get Valentine’s Day just right for them. Favorite baked goodies, club seats to basketball games, sexy coupons, and cards filled with sweet sentiments. I truly believe one of my great gifts in life is being able figure out the perfect, thought filled gifts for the man in my life and damnit if I didn’t go out of my way to make their days special, so why isn’t my day ever special as well?!

And you may wonder why I’m writing about this damn holiday a week early. Well, let me tell you, it’s not because I will be busy on the actual day (unless you count me making soup for one and cuddling with Mr. Squiggles while watching blood soaked horror movies). This year is actually totally different for me. Even in years past when I wasn’t “in a relationship”, there was always some guy on the scene around this time of year. This year? NONE. And I can’t say I’m necessarily complaining about that. Between all the time I’ve been logging in the gym and getting ready to move (yes, move! More to come on that soon though.) and a lot of misses with the whole online experiment, dating hasn’t exactly been a priority lately. Still, it’s just a little…weird, to have NO guys on the burner. I suppose on the bright side, there’s no possibility of being let down by said man, but on the down side, it does ruin all hope that maybe, just maybe, this will be the year where my streak of shitty love days is ruined and flowers magically appear at my office because yes, even after all these years of letdowns, I still hold out hope that this ridiculous holiday will be Nicholas Sparks worthy (or even E.L. James worthy. What? TMI? Too bad!).

I suppose until that happens though, the best I can do is make the holiday special for myself, which probably means I should stop myself from eating soup for one and cuddling my imaginary cat and start with something a little more interesting. Perhaps a present to myself. Perhaps something along the lines of this…CollagesYep, there’s no amount of failed Valentine’s Days that a great gaggle of bearded guys can’t cure.

So dear readers, if you too are suffering from a lack of rom-com worthy romance in your life treat yourself to some peanut butter froyo and delight in my mass of men and believe that the romance is out there finding it’s way to you.

Secret Sunday…Five Fucking Pounds Edition

As I previously blogged, I am getting my ass in shape. And IT IS HARD. It is like a second job, only I dislike it a lot more than any job I’ve had before (okay, except maybe when I worked sales for a communications company. I’ll take working out any day over that). I try not to talk about it too much because I don’t want to turn into one of those people that’s like “oh, well today at the gym…” or “have I told you about my diet in the last hour?” Every one knows those people, and generally, those people are fun suckers. They suck the fun right on out of any conversation. But, since I’ve made it publicly known that I’m working toward a specific goal (losing some weight and gaining a better self image by 30) I figure I may as well give an update now that I’m a month in.

1. I am very strong.

My first session with my trainer I thought I was going to die. I’ve done small group training sessions before, but nothing one on one where all the attention was focused on pushing chubby ol’ me to my limits. So going into the first training session I thought I was going to die, not from physical pain, but because I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to do what was asked of me. That I’d be too weak or too out of shape, despite working out fairly consistently for the last four years. But I swallowed all that down and forced myself to go into it as fearless as possible…and it worked. Even from the first day I went harder than even my trainer expected. And it’s not just when I have someone there pushing me, I get in there and do it on my own as well. In my mind I’m Sydney Bristow (hell, even when I’m putting in my cardio time I get Alias going on the trusty Netflix app and picture myself running shit in the CIA). I know my abs and thighs don’t resemble hers, but sweating away in the gym leads me to believe I’m strong enough to take on any villain, even the ones in my head telling me I can’t do this.

2. I am very weak.

I’ve now cried at the gym three times. I’ve seen Biggest Loser (okay, well I’ve seen previews for it, which seems like enough for me) and I HATE when people cry at the gym. Boohoo, this shit is hard. Suck it up! It wouldn’t be a work out if it were easy. Well…now I’m that person. Except, I’m not crying because it’s physically too hard and I don’t want to do it. I’m crying because I’m doing it and I’m giving it every thing I’ve got, and it still doesn’t seem to be enough. At the beginning of my third week I’d lost only 1.5 pounds and every day I was going home dead tired. For what? For 1.5 pounds? I wanted to quit. Why bother, I thought. If working this hard gets very minimal results, why bother? So I cried out of frustration, and mainly out of weakness. As much as I hate that these people on TV are crying because the workouts are hard, I hate even more that I was crying because I too was expecting this to be easy. Not the actual work, but the results. I wanted to give in because I wasn’t being instantly gratified with a miracle weight loss, or even just a noticeable weight loss, and I’m still fighting this weakness every day that I step on the scale, or put on my size 8’s and don’t see and feel a difference. This mental battle is ten times harder than the physical work I’m putting in and remains the one area where I really need to become stronger.

3. Five fucking pounds.

THAT’S IT?! When I stepped on the scale yesterday that is all I could think to myself. FIVE FUCKING POUNDS?! A month full of healthy eating, no booze drinking, and more hours in the gym than in front of my TV or in bed with a good book and it’s only gotten me five fucking pounds?! Fuuuuuuuuuuck.

4. Five pounds is five pounds.

After about twelve hours of pouting, I thought about this; I have three months to go before my 30th birthday. Even if it seems slow, if I continue to lose five pounds a month, I will have lost 20 by the time I am entering into my third decade. And you know what? Twenty pounds would be the best present I could ever ask for, no matter how slow it was to come off.

5. I am a pretty great cook.

Well, great by my standards. It’s been well documented that I am a picky eater. For me, eating healthy is difficult not so much because I love fast food and sweets and drink a million pops a day, but because I am so dang picky about what I want to eat. It would be so easy if I just loved chicken and could eat baked chicken and steamed veggies all day long, but I can’t (okay, I could, but I would very quickly become absolutely sick of it and devour the first pizza put in front of my face). So I have to work really hard to come up with meals that A) include ingredients I can stand and B) are healthy and have an appropriate amount of calories and fat in them. This can be a tricky process, especially after working a full day and spending two hours at the gym when making any sort of meal for myself sounds absolutely dreadful and, again, devouring the first pizza placed in front of me just sounds so much easier, but I’m slowly figuring it out. I spend a few hours on the weekend cooking meals for the upcoming week, making picante fish or turkey chili or gluten free pasta with a sauteed mushroom, olive, and onion sauce, and suddenly eating better after a long day doesn’t seem so daunting when all the work is already done and the meals don’t involve baked chicken.

Some days I still think about nothing more than going home after a long day of work and clearing out my DVR in one sitting and allowing myself one delicious slice of pizza in the Liz Lemon style:tumblr_inline_mgyle22VY01rnvwt1

But so far, every day I end up in the gym, busting my ass and wanting to feel more like this (you know, with the guns, just without the actual gun):

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