‘Envelope, please’: 6 things you may not know about the Oscars envelope

Interesting.

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HOLLYWOOD, California (CNN) — The shining Oscar statuette is a celebrated symbol of the Academy Awards, but there is another icon on the Oscars scene.

Weighing a quarter of a pound and seen by millions of viewers around the world, it’s the Oscar envelope.

It bears, after all, the Oscar winner’s name.

The golden envelope was initially developed as a safeguard against leaks to the media of the winners’ names. Yet the envelope holds some secrets of its own. Here are six little-known facts about the famous Oscar envelope, which has emerged as an Oscars emblem in its own right.

The envelope is younger than Oscar

Although Sunday’s Oscars extravaganza marks the 87th Academy Awards, the envelope is celebrating only its 75th birthday.

When the Oscars began in 1929, the winners were announced three months prior to their triumphs. That changed in 1930, when the Academy distributed the…

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2015 Lenten Fish Fry Locations

I need to try to get to my parish fish fry when I’m home.

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It’s that time again: fish fry season!

Lent starts on Ash Wednesday and ends on Easter Sunday.

The Catholic Church and many other Christian churches abstain from eating meat on Fridays during Lent, which is why some people refer to this time of year as “fish fry season.”

Churches and organizations host Lenten seafood lunches and dinners for the community to enjoy.

Check out the locations below:

(If your church or organization hosts a fish fry and it’s not listed below, please email the information or a website link to tips@fox8.com)

American Slovak Club
2915 Broadway Ave.
Lorain, Ohio
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Benedictine High School
2900 Martin Luther King Jr. Dr.
Cleveland, Ohio
Click here for more details.

Blessed Trinity Parish
14040 Puritas Ave.
Cleveland, Ohio
Click here for more details.

Church of the Holy Angels
18205 Chillicothe Rd.
Chagrin Falls, Ohio
Click here for more details.

Donauschwaben’s…

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Anonymous boy sends valentines to every girl in school

This guy is going places. The sweetest thing I’ve heard yet!

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EDMOND, Okla. — Flowers, candy, and public displays of affection.  It’s supposed to be the most romantic day of the year. But Valentine’s Day can be hurtful for those without a special someone.

At Edmond Memorial High School, there are no lonely hearts this year.

“All the girls were surprised this morning,” Laura Pitcock said.

All 1076 female students were surprised with candy and cards.

“He wanted to stay anonymous, but I have a feeling a good deed like this is going to get out,” Sarah Cameron said.

Secrets are hard to keep, especially in high school.  It didn’t take long for the Bulldog student body to learn who was behind this random act of kindness.

Dan Williams is the secret Romeo. “To know that someone cares about them, that’s the best feeling in the world I think.”

Williams worked all summer to raise enough money for his Valentine’s…

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4-year-old signs letter of intent to join Notre Dame College football team

This is why I love NDC.

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SOUTH EUCLID, Ohio —History was made at Notre Dame College in South Euclid as the Falcons football team signed its youngest recruit ever.

“I felt like it was something that would be good for us. They talked to us about how to get him on board,” said Kyle Perkins, Notre Dame College wide receiver.

Max Peppers is behind the historical day.

“Max is a very outgoing kid. He kind of steals the spotlight when he is somewhere,” said Notre Dame quarterback Ryan Fallon.

At four years old, Max is signing his letter of intent to join the Falcons football team, but he most likely will never play football on the field.  He battles with Spinal Muscular Atrophy, a disease that causes muscle damage and weakness. Right now, he is confined to a wheelchair.

“We get to play the game we love day in and day out. And we…

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“Que soy era Immaculada Conceptiou”

Michael Dubruiel: Annunciations

michael dubruielOne hundred and fifty years ago, a young woman asked a lady who appeared to her, who the lady happened to be. She received the answer: ”Que soy era Immaculada Conceptiou,” spoken in the local dialect of the girl (neither French nor Spanish, but Provencales), that translates “I am the Immaculate Conception.” Yesterday I stood with hundreds of pilgrims at the Monastery of Our Lady of the Angels in Hanceville, under a beautiful replica of the grotto at Lourdes where Saint Bernadette first heard those words of Our Lady spoken to her, and where these words are engraved under the image of Our Lady at this newly dedicated Shrine.

There is something about these outdoor shrines that calls to mind a great reality, namely that when God wants to reach us, God sends His messengers, whether an angel or the Blessed Virgin Mary to wherever we are at the moment…

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To Women Everywhere, Regarding Yoga Pants

AMEN.

All My Roads

Yoga Pants

Dear Women of the World,

Here’s what I have to say about you wearing yoga pants:

Ladies, please, take note. You can wear yoga pants. You can not wear yoga pants. It’s up to you. It’s none of my business. And honestly, I really don’t care.

And yes, I am a male. And yes, I am a Christian male. And I believe that your body is a wonderful and beautiful thing, one that bears the imago dei. And I hope you know that you are wonderful and beautiful as well.

But women don’t cause men to lust. Lust is not forced upon anyone. If you are intentionally trying to seduce me, that’s one thing. But I don’t interpret your ordering a vanilla latte in front of me in Starbucks as an attempt at foreplay.

And it’s not your fault if I see you, in whatever clothes you are…

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A Guy’s View of the Veil

I love this. I’m hoping to be able to put my veiling story up soon.

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Forest Gump, the fictitious lead character of the 1994 Academy Award winning movie of the same name, famously said, “I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is.” Well, apparently I must not be a smart man either, because I am actually going to tackle the touchy topic of women veiling at Mass.

At the outset, I want to make two things perfectly clear. First, I do realize I am a man and that most men stay clear of this topic by about a mile. However, as a Catholic, a husband and a father of four daughters, this is close to my heart.

Second, and let me be perfectly clear about this, veiling does not make one woman any more or less pious than another. Or to put this in a slightly different way: if you choose not to veil at the Holy Mass you are no less…

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15 Undeniable Signs Your Roommate Is Actually Your Soulmate

This is going to be me and my friend Maddie….it looks like it already is somewhat….

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1. You experience massive separation anxiety

We all like some solo time, but more often than not, you find yourself seriously missing your roommate when they’ve been gone for a little bit. Like…obscenely miss them. Ready-to-curl-up-in-the-fetal-position-and-rock-yourself-to-sleep-until-they-return kind of missing them.

2. “Ughhh, I actually miss you already” is a common text message

When you are away from one another, you can guarantee your phone is FULLLLL of messages declaring your love and this PAIN IN YOUR DAMN HEART FROM MISSING THEM!! *baby come back*

3. Any significant other understands how important your roomie is

I mean, seriously, can anyone really understand you the same way someone who took care of your drunk, embarrassing ass that one Saturday night when you tried to start karaoke at a bar without a karaoke machine? Nahh, your romantic bae better understand they share you with someone else.

4. They’ve seen you at your…

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The Musician’s Hands

When I play my violin, I remember my father, the musician. Papi was small in stature, but when he picked up an instrument, sat down at the piano, or sang, he could capture the attention of anyone around him. These people didn’t know his name or where he came from. They called him ‘The Music Man.’ He was the man who told me that it doesn’t matter where I’m seated in orchestra because he’d be proud of me regardless. He seemed to create something beautiful with his instruments. 


Papi’s hands were callused from playing his instruments, and I don’t think there was ever a time during my childhood when his hands weren’t torn up from his labor of love. I helped my father craft beauty when I held his hand as a small child, when we walked across the street or even into the church for Mass on Saturday nights or on holy days. I was captivated when I found that I, too, could craft beauty. I’ve seen others become captivated by their newly discovered ability to do the same. I’ve seen them become intoxicated by melodies and harmonies. 


My father wasn’t just a musician. He taught music, and because he shared music with others the world is a little brighter. My father didn’t study music in college, but music was his calling. He did what he loved, and encouraged me to do the same. I wasn’t always open to music. When I was fifteen, my father died suddenly, and who I thought I was fall apart. There was an unbearable silence in my life. There was no music, no violin, no singing. I was, literally, drowning in the silence. But after all that, I’m open to music now. It’s a connection to heaven. 


It took me awhile to realize music is my connection to Papi. Each note; a word; each measure; a sentence; each song’s a letter from my father, and only I can read it. I see his hands, and it doesn’t matter whether they’re playing an instrument or gently stroking my hair, I see them for what they are beyond the calluses. My father the musician, was (and still is) my guide through life. He’s still walking with me, and holding my hand. His hand is still callused from the music. 


I look at my own hands, and I see those of my father. The same calluses from the same labor of love. It’s a bittersweet moment and memory, but I hold this close to my heart as a reminder of how much my father impacts me and of how he made me who I am. Music is my way of talking to Papi, and his way of talking to me. My hands are torn, but they’re healing, just like the wounds I have from my father’s sudden death. It’s a small price that I have to pay, this violinist’s struggle, but I see it as a labor of love, just like my Papi did.

“Music, great music, distends the spirit, arouses profound emotions, and almost naturally invites us to raise our minds and hearts to God in all situations of human existence, the joyful and the sad. Music can become prayer.”

-Pope Benedict XVI

Flowers In My Hair

When you look at a musician when they’re doing what they love, you’re getting a little glimpse of heaven. It’s a beautiful thing, see someone go beyond this world into a place where not many go. I have a bias when I say things about daddy, because he was my father, and I love him so much, despite all of his flaws. Music has been there since I realized that silence does nothing for me. Each piece I play or sing is a note from my daddy, the man who’d buy us candy secretly, who had a big sweet tooth, who loved his cheesecake, Coca Cola, and Pop-Tarts. My daddy was the man who called me a guacamaya, a bird that sings constantly, because I would do just that. My daddy made me into the young woman I am today. He helped me see that most of us are made of invisible steel, but all the same, that steel is wrapped in satin. By making me ground myself in God, he made me into a warrior. And today, that is what I’m thankful for.

I remember when I was younger, I told my daddy that I wanted to wear flowers in my hair like Linda Ronstadt on the cover of her album “Canciones de mi Padre”. Daddy told me that I’d have to grow my hair out (at the time, my hair was always cut really short) so I could wear flowers. I guess the next phase in my life will involve wearing flowers in long hair. Because a few minutes ago, I heard my Papi tell me, “You can’t wear flowers in your hair yet. Your hair’s not long enough yet, Kiki. But you’ll get there. Just give it time, and take care of your hair.”

I can’t believe it. I would probably have never known music without you. While I know that you and Mom won’t be there at graduation, when I move into college, I know you will be there in spirit. You won’t walk me down the aisle when I get married physically, but in spirit you will. I miss you, and I’ve made it this far in life because of you. I’m lighting a candle in my heart for you. I love you, Papi. And I will never stop loving you.