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Watching the Oscars

Grand Budapest Hotel, Selma, Interstellar, Boyhood, Whiplash, The Imitation Game, American Sniper...Have I missed any movies to see? I saw Birdman and thought I didn't like it but there were memorable parts I was glad to see. Edward Norton naked and Emma Stone channeling Lindsey Lohan. The Theory of Everything was just beautiful and I may be a bit biased since I share MND or ALS. Wow! Eddie Redmayne won the Best Actor Oscar and he dedicated it to us!!

Oh, Still Alice! I must see this! Julianne Moore is awesome. Check it out, she wins Best Actress in a Leading Role! I must admit that I was pulling for Felicity Jones. Best Picture winner is Birdman. Bummer! Oh well, so much for my Oscar prediction skills. I was pulling for The Theory of Everything. Yeah, I had a theme going.

Our home hosted an Oscar party with a "red carpet" and photo moments and sparkling cider in flutes. It was an opportunity to dress nice. I wore my red drape blouse and pearls. 
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