With only a few hours left of this tumultuous year, I thought I’d take one last look at the past 12 months as seen through my terribly neglected blog. I’m sorry to say I’ve written here less this year that at any other time in the blog’s seven-year history—yikes, only ONE post in November! When I first started this thing, I somehow found a way to write every single day! Some people say blogging is dead as a doornail, but I don’t accept it. In fact, I vow to write more in here in 2012. My problem, at least in the latter half of the year, was trying to find a balance between my new gig blogging for MSN Movies and my other book editing and writing work. Clearly this blog was a casualty of that but even if no one reads blogs anymore, I still want it all—I so enjoy having a place to write about any and all topics that come to mind so I refuse to let it die!
So let’s take one last jog through the months of 2011…
Said good-bye to Honey West aka Anne Francis while reeling at the assassination attempt of Gabrielle Giffords; was repulsed by Sarah Palin’s obnoxious “blood libel” response to Giffords’ Arizona shooting; honored the late Sargent Shriver and confessed to the theft of some of his personal items; made my annual Oscar predictions (unlike the year before, I didn’t fare very well); and marked the 25th anniversary of the horrific Challenger disaster.
Found five positive things to say about Ronald Reagan to honor his centennial; deeply mourned the loss of our friend, MGM musical star Betty Garrett; made a rare winter trek to visit family in Chicago, braving subzero temperatures and a major blizzard; continued to make bad Oscar predictions; stalked the Kodak Theatre as preparations were underway; and dissected one of the worst broadcasts in the history of the Academy Awards.
Said good-bye to that lovable but self-described “teetotaling, mean-spirited, narrow-minded conservative Christian bigot,” Jane Russell; participated with Charlie in World Read Aloud Day, founded by my friend and colleague, literacy maven Pam Allyn; reviewed my favorite Elizabeth Taylor performances as I tried to accept her death’ and defended Kirstie Alley from pigs like George Lopez who were regaling themselves with unfunny jokes about her pre-“Dancing with the Stars” weight.
Examined my gender hang-ups regarding Charlie’s sleepwear; remembered the late, great director, Sidney Lumet; enjoyed a Cecil B. De Mille-inspired Passover seder; and celebrated Charlie’s second birthday with another visit to the NICU.
Thought about my mom on what would have been her 77th birthday; went berserk when confronted with a bunch of privileged, smoking teens; and contemplated my lack of a “seven-year itch” on my seventh wedding anniversary.
Detailed, far too explicitly, my miserable kidney stone trials; celebrated Charlie’s lesbian film debut; and cried with Debbie Reynolds about her lost costume and movie memorabilia collection (except she ended up with over five million bucks!).
Dreamt about Katharine Hepburn and George Cukor; said good-bye to one of my favorite Republicans, Betty Ford; whooped it up for Ginger Rogers’ 100th birthday; followed Charlie ‘from the Redwood forests to the Gulf Stream waters’; started my fun gig writing for MSN Movies; and watched Leah lead the Occupy France movement in a riveting production of “Les Misérables.”
Admired the success of Charlie’s “speech therapy”; let some scary clowns help me celebrate my 52nd birthday; pondered the 10th anniversary of September 11th; and bid a fond farewell to Erica Kane and her many exes.
Attended a joyous reunion of the brilliant “Dick Van Dyke Show”; expressed gratitude to the late Steve Jobs and reviewed my obsession with Apple products; and contemplated the mysteries of Charlie’s brain.
Honored Michelle Williams for her channeling of Marilyn Monroe and took another look at Marilyn’s once-private thoughts; premiered Charlie’s new Hanukkah video which included the latke poisoning of our two dogs; and celebrated the 17th birthday of my amazing daughter by singing one of the most depressing songs ever written.
Hope to see you all more often in 2012—unless, of course, that pesky Mayan prophecy turns out to be true…