I assume everyone heard about actor Heath Ledger's passing by now. I mean, it happened like 7 hours ago. Get in the now people!
Yesterday the Associated Press announced that they were preparing Britney's Spears' obituary, like they do with many old or troubled public figures, but I am sure they didn't have his ready yet. It's a tragedy that totally came out of nowhere. He wasn't all over the tabloids with stories of him being arrested for possession and drunk driving or going out partying. He seemed, by today's Hollywood standards, to be a normal guy. By normal we of course mean clinically depressed with a possible substance abuse problem. He was an actor.
We here in the "normal world" of housewives, bankers, and mail workers tend to take cynicism to an extreme and say "He was a cooky actor, who gives a shit." He was also a person. A member of this very human race. He may have been better known than I, and may have been considerably wealthier, still doesn't change it. I still think we should be respectful. You can't help but feel somewhat affected anytime you talk to someone, even a stranger, and they tell you of someone they knew who recently passed on. It still tugs at the heart. "Life is short" is not only something you should remember for your own sake, but for those around you as well.
I should mention that I never cared for Heath Ledger. I never thought he was a very good actor, in fact I thought he was kind of annoying. Maybe I feel kind of bad. Nah. I'm just being respectful, remember? I should also mention I never wrote about the sadness of Anna Nicole Smith's passing or any celebrity's passing since I started blogging. I guess this means I should start.
Tonight felt like a special night because Vance was invited to his boss's boss's birthday dinner at a sushi restaurant and I wasn't. It's an expensive place that requires reservations so needless to say it would have been rude to drag along your wife without letting anyone know. Besides, I have the tendency to embarrass Vance when we go out to social functions with his work buddies by, you know, talking. And occasionally moving. It felt like a special night because for a change I am the only one I am required to make dinner for. And it means I get the living room all to myself. So tonight I prepared myself a modest meal of chicken and rice, took a nap, and played with Deven. I had the hiccups and it made Deven laugh. It was adorable. Nights like these are special. Not that I don't love Vance, I just love my private, alone time as well. But now I just want him to come home. It's late.
I'm sorry there isn't much else to announce. Rush is coming to Austin April 23rd. I need to go to the dentist. And now I am going to put the baby to bed.