February 26, 2007

I decided to exercise in the house this morning. Turn an hour and a half event into 20 minutes of yoga stretching.

Good god almighty! I'm as tight as tight can be (and I lost the will to find analogies because my arms feels so weak right now)

And then I got to house cleaning. I cleaned for two and a half hours and only finished the upstairs bedroom and bathroom. But boy! Are those two rooms clean!

I'm taking a lunch break and then tackling the downstairs bathroom.

Oprah doesn't work half this hard when she's exercising.

Speaking of Oprah. I'm tired of Oprah. Tired of Oprah and her movie star friends. Tired of Oprah's attempt to be the center of the Oscar world. What with her pre-Oscar interview special and sticking Gayle King in everyone's face the minute they get backstage.

Who is this Oprah and why has no one else realized that she's trying to own television and Hollywood? And Africa. And Bob Greene. Well, she already owns Bob Greene. And I suspect she also owns the house that he's living in. The one right next door to her house.

I watched the Oscars last night. My favorite part was when Ellen was getting Stephen Spielberg to take her picture with Clint Eastwood.

I love that Mrs. Clint Eastwood (or was that his grandaughter. I'm not sure.) thought that she should get to take the picture rather than Stephen Spielberg. Uh. Dumb enough? Where's the joke in that, Grandaughter Eastwood with Benefits (depends on your definition)?

I'm just glad to have the Oscar hoopla behind us.

I'm sure there'll be some other hoopla just around the corner.

Where's Britney today?

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