And the Oscar goes to...

Note to self: things will never be as good as you think they will/could be. LOWER your expectations for chrissakes.

Spent time talking about the Oscars on the weekend and whether or not Peter O'Toole would win and who had won in 1962 instead of him for "Lawrence of Arabia". Well, it was Gregory Peck for 'To Kill a Mockingbird'. It's too bad for Peter O'Toole but I love the book/the movie/the character - everything! Jack Lemmon was also nominated for the movie 'Days of Wine and Roses', that he probably should have won for instead of 'Save the Tiger' in the year that Al Pacino should have won for 'Serpico' - it all has a domino effect...

The only thing I really wish I had seen last night at the Oscars was the lovely Reese in her beautiful purple gown.

A teapot is on it's way to you!

On Tom Morton's blog he's got a lovely photo of Inverness - I burst into tears - I love it and I hate it - love it because I know exactly what I'm looking at, that I was actually there and almost have the same shot in my photo collection - hate it because I know exactly what I'm missing.

It has stopped snowing... It was not as bad as it could have been. I had quite an easy time getting to Loyola last night. Walking home was fine- it wasn't too cold but very very snowy and I was pretty covered in snow. As much as I hate winter and I do hate it, there is something very comforting about walking at night when it's snowing - but ONLY when there are no gale force winds driving the bitter cold into your face! It's all got a lovely pinky/orangey kind of glow because of the street lights...

Don't look back in anger

It's the new blogger version! Yippee! And I managed to convert and create a new blogger account without any grief - good for me.

So it's another blizzard/dump of snow happening here - I don't know really how we manage to survive winter. It didn't really arrive until early January but if feels like it's been here for months. At least the days are getting longer...

Note to self: stop allowing the actions of others to affect your happiness - it is a task that is so difficult for me but I must work on it because it's killing me.

And it's the dreaded Valentine's Day - poor St. Valentine, to have his day turned into a farce of flowers, chocolates and false sentiments between couples. And I did see the box of St.Valentine's bones in Dublin! Apparently there are three St. Valentine's and the relics are scattered everywhere including Glasgow!!

I got a Hello Kitty card from my parents which had a cheque and true sentiments - Happy Valentine's to you Maman & Papa! I'll always remember the sweet Valentine's that Papa used to give me.

Lord I just found out there's a Catholicism for Dummies book! There's a million things I could say about that!

Tom Morton - one of my 'raison d'etre' - just played a lovely song called 'A New England' by Kirsty MacColl who died tragically and with whom I share a birth date.