The Grammy's

-Thumbs up for being able to easily discern every pair of false eyelashes and enlighten my husband to the common use of hair extensions among celebrities.

-Thumbs down to the brain cells I lost while watching and loving the red carpet show.

-Thumbs up to the stomp dancers they used for "Before He Cheats."

-Thumbs down to Rhianna's ostrich dress. She's so pretty though.

-Thumbs up to beautiful Beyonce' for being brave enough to wear that outfit that was non-thigh-flattering. There's not enough money in the world to get me to wear something like that in front of millions of people. She owns her curves. Beyonce', I heart you. I will remember you this summer when I have to wear a bathing suit.

-Thumbs down to the freakish Beatles show.

-Thumbs up to Kanye West's light-up sunglasses. Will I be able to find those at Target this season?

-Thumbs down to the fact that I could barely hear or understand one word Feist sang. Thumbs up to Curt for telling me what the song says. Not teen angel, but teenage hopes. Oh. Awesome.

-Thumbs up to Alicia Keys and John Mayer's performance.

-Thumbs down to that random contest from outside the Staples Center.

-Thumbs up to Vince Gill's little jab at Kanye because it was stinking funny. Thumbs up for getting to see Amy Grant's pretty face for 2.5 seconds.

-Thumbs down to how strange it was to see the mini-audience in front of the stage clapping, jumping around, and singing along and then see the rest of the audience sitting still and stoic during performances. Hey, were y'all trying to trick us?

-Thumbs up for getting to see Israel Houghton perform.

-Thumbs down for Fergie's second dress. Ooooh, no. Shoulda stuck to her Calvin Klein number.

-Thumbs up to Amy Winehouse's acceptance speech in which she said, "For my Blake, my Blake incarcerated." Why did that get me so tickled? I'm a horrible person. I think it was the accent, which reminded me a lot of what people sounded like where we lived in England. It was so thick we could never copy it.

-Thumbs down to the fact that the most celebrated song was about someone who probably really needs to be in rehab, refusing to go to rehab.

-Thumbs up to Curtis for listening to my "This is the extent of man's glory" speech for the 20th time. I give it any time I watch the world's "best of the best" put on a show. (The Oscar's, the opening and closing ceremonies of the Olympics, Super Bowl halftime, etc.). Just go outside and look at the sunset, the stars, or the lightening in the sky. The little bit of God's glory that we can see with our eyes makes man's feeble attempts at "glory" look laughable. As Louie Giglio taught one year at Passion, I'm so thankful we can let the little matchstick flames of our lives be swallowed up in the greatness of God's all consuming, blazing fire. How much greater that is than trying to shine on our own and always being replaceable by next year's crop of younger, prettier, more talented, more marketable performers.