Sandra Bullock and I? We’re the same. I know you think it’s the beauty, poise and millions of dollars in salary that showcase the similarity between Ms. Bullock and myself; but, you are wrong.
I don’t follow much gossip stuff (except what is gleaned from Go Fug Yourself and Mama Pop), but there are a few celebrities who I think I would like to hang out at a lake house with, with no television and we’d have stuff to talk about. Sandra Bullock is one of those, so I tend to notice when stuff is printed or aired about her.
Not that you could have missed anything about her and her scummy soon-to-be-ex since just after the Oscars.
Anyway, besides all the beauty and riches, I couldn’t help but catch the similarities between her 2010 and my 2005. People keep talking about what a crazy year she has had. I mean, who has a major event happen (winning the Oscar), loses a husband and has a baby in the same year? Oh, that would be Sandra Bullock and me.
I’m making light of it, but her situation really reminded me strongly of my 2005. A lot of people said I must have hated 2005 because that’s when Mark died. But, it’s also the year that I spent growing a baby in my belly, turning 30 and becoming a mother for the first time. So maybe just August-December of 2005 were crap. Watching my belly grow, getting a Strawberry Shortcake birthday cake for my 30th birthday, and watching the miracle that is our son being born? Those were so not crap. Neither was the Spurs winning another NBA championship, but that didn’t really have anything to do with me.
It was a strange year, 2005. Strange, sad, happy, joyful and surreal. All of those, at one time.