Sunday, May 31, 2009
Indian Chicks Are Liars
Hot women can be found all over the world, which is great when you're a suave, sexy globetrotter like me. Unfortunately, some of them are kind of insane. Bollywood star Neetu Chandra did a photoshoot with another girl for the Indian magazine, The Man. Now everyone is calling her a lesbian, which she hates so much she became derogatory. "If there is even an iota of doubt in anyone's mind, let me
Teri Hatcher in a bikini
Here's Teri Hatcher swimming in Miami and, Jesus Mother of God, I forgot how awesome those things are. It's sort of like finding your favorite blanket you loved as a kid except it's Terri Hatcher's breasts. Also, you didn't have to kidney punch your nephew who wasn't even using it, mom.Hollywood Gossip,Hollywood News,Hollywood Celebrity,Hot Celebrity Gossip,Hollywood Business, Hollywood Actress,
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Ta-Da...the Glasses
Ok, so you remember the glasses saga in the previous posts? (Glasses post 1 and Glasses post 2) Well, here are the ones I got:
I don't take good pictures, and especially don't take good self-portraits. But, I wanted to update you on my choice.
Then, when I was there, I tried on these "pc peepers" which would solve my computer vision problem. They were 34.00 there, and already I found a pair for 16.99 online, so I will look for the best buy and get some. I know they work well since I tried them there with their computer. So, that is my new mission....
This is the description:
Designed by eye care professionals, these patented computer glasses assist bifocal, tri-focal and progressive lens wearers. No more bobbing your head up and down to find a perfectly focused view. Rest PC Peekers behind your prescription lenses to provide the corrective lens power for a clearer and wider field of vision. Made of polycarbonate, scratch-resistant plastic with UV protection.
I don't take good pictures, and especially don't take good self-portraits. But, I wanted to update you on my choice.Then, when I was there, I tried on these "pc peepers" which would solve my computer vision problem. They were 34.00 there, and already I found a pair for 16.99 online, so I will look for the best buy and get some. I know they work well since I tried them there with their computer. So, that is my new mission....
This is the description: PC Peekers Computer Glasses
Designed by eye care professionals, these patented computer glasses assist bifocal, tri-focal and progressive lens wearers. No more bobbing your head up and down to find a perfectly focused view. Rest PC Peekers behind your prescription lenses to provide the corrective lens power for a clearer and wider field of vision. Made of polycarbonate, scratch-resistant plastic with UV protection.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Christina Aguilera still has giant breasts
Christina Aguilera performed for The Tonight Show last night and her breasts are still awesome which is extremely comforting to this writer. Sort of like when I was a small child and thought there was a monster under my bed until my dad would come in and say it's just his girlfriend hiding from my mom so I should shut up or he'll stab Santa Claus. Ha ha, dads.Hollywood Gossip,Hollywood News,
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Sammy Sighs
Mom caught me in the act. She's been noticing lately that her pillows on the bed are not where she left them when she gets home from work. She makes the bed first thing every day, and then comes home and its all a-mess! Today, I got caught in the act!
(Oops..they are all messed up!)
UH OH!
Sorry, Mom! I was cold. Remember, Tina and Chrissy said it was cold in the house....and you have the ceiling fan going and the window open...brr. I'm sorry!
(Oops..they are all messed up!)
UH OH!
Sorry, Mom! I was cold. Remember, Tina and Chrissy said it was cold in the house....and you have the ceiling fan going and the window open...brr. I'm sorry!Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Best Friend
Take One.
Take Two
My best friend Kim and I. My necklace was purchased today at a small shop on L.B.I. I absolutely love it.
Now to more meaningful and important topics. I wanted to express how necessary it is in life to have a best friend that understands you, listens, laughs with you and makes life easier. My friend Kim and I have known each other since 4th grade and her, me and our other best friend Bridget (who just got back from Kuwait) have been inseparable since. I didn't realize until I moved 4,000 miles away, how much I thrive on time with my friends. They are a mirror of yourself, and shed light on the trials of life. What I would've given to have them with me when I was so sad and alone out west. It's like having a therapist with you at all times, who also goes out with you and tells you that the shirt your trying on is hideous. They are the ones who when your family is being, well, your family, that you can call up and they know exactly what to say and where to take you. Your thoughts, questions, worries and fears can be washed away with the wisdom from them. I am blessed to have Kim and my other friends in my life, because they have always been there, even when I was 4,000 miles away:-)
Take Two
My best friend Kim and I. My necklace was purchased today at a small shop on L.B.I. I absolutely love it.
Now to more meaningful and important topics. I wanted to express how necessary it is in life to have a best friend that understands you, listens, laughs with you and makes life easier. My friend Kim and I have known each other since 4th grade and her, me and our other best friend Bridget (who just got back from Kuwait) have been inseparable since. I didn't realize until I moved 4,000 miles away, how much I thrive on time with my friends. They are a mirror of yourself, and shed light on the trials of life. What I would've given to have them with me when I was so sad and alone out west. It's like having a therapist with you at all times, who also goes out with you and tells you that the shirt your trying on is hideous. They are the ones who when your family is being, well, your family, that you can call up and they know exactly what to say and where to take you. Your thoughts, questions, worries and fears can be washed away with the wisdom from them. I am blessed to have Kim and my other friends in my life, because they have always been there, even when I was 4,000 miles away:-)
Visitors
We had visitors Friday through Sunday! We so enjoyed having Tina come from Dubois and Chrissy and Chloe from North Platte. It was so much fun having them here!
Chloe gets "prettied up" from Auntie Tina.
Let those nails dry!
Chloe gets "prettied up" from Auntie Tina.
Let those nails dry! Monday, May 25, 2009
Delight
While I'm out there trolling the internets (and real life Denver) for dating prospects, I have a little admission to make.
I've been spending time with Mr. Burns.
Something has really changed. You'd think he was spending time with Catherine Zeta Jones, the Queen of England and Angelina Jolie all at once! That to say the man actually delights in me. (like I had wished for before)
Don't get too excited. There is nothing definite yet. So I'm not 100% invested right now. I'm still cautious.
Until he gives me something definative - I just can't be too invested. But, things are in the right position now. He's pursuing me - and I'm the one who needs convincing. That was out of order before.
I am still meeting new men. I have to. But you know, they mostly disappoint.
This weekend, Mr. Burns and I spent all day Sunday together. After I went to Mass by myself, we met for brunch, and we planned to go for nice hike somewhere in beautiful Colorado.
But, by the time we finished breakfast - the entire region was under rain clouds. So we went for day-long drive in the rain, hoping to find a break somewhere.
He showed me some of his favorite places. Poudre Canyon for one. The rugged Mishawaka Amphitheatre on the Poudre River. (who knew? That place is fantastic!) And we found a few rain-free minutes to hike on the beautiful Greyrock trail before we were supposed to meet some of his friends at a blues bar in Lyons - then down to Boulder for a late night meal.
By the end of the day I was so exhausted, I could barely hold my head up on the car ride back to Mr. Burns' place where I had left my car. This is unusual for me... I'm usually a late night girl, so for me to run out of steam before Mr. Burns was highly irregular! I ended up sleeping in his spare room, rather than try to drive home with toothpicks propping my eyelids open.
He had a golf tournament this morning, so he left me a key to let myself out.
As I was collecting my things I was struck with an idea.
Mr. Burns has been talking about starting a tomato plant on his patio for years now. He even has a large pot out there, but hasn't gotten around to planting one. I had teased him that even my dad started a tomato plant this spring and reports budding on. Mr. Burns has some catching up to do!
So as I gathered my shoes, camelback and such, I hatched a covert plan to start his patio garden. I ran out and bought a $3 tomato plant - planted it on his porch - and left this note:
Hours later, I got a voicemail thanking me for the surprise, whatever it was - because he couldn't figure it out. And I thought the hint was so simple that he'd have it found out in no time!
I called him back a few hours later (because that's when I first heard the message) and dropped a few more hints until I heard: "Oh wow! I see it. That is awesome, you are so cool! Thanks so much!"
The man was thrilled over a stupid little tomato plant!
And maybe I shouldn't have done it - if I'm trying be pursued and all - but I love doing things for people, and I adore hatching surprises! It's selfish of me really.
But it was great to hear the delight in his voice.
It's a change.
I did similar things a year ago that were met with no enthusiasm.
We're getting one another again.
This is interesting.
I've been spending time with Mr. Burns.
Something has really changed. You'd think he was spending time with Catherine Zeta Jones, the Queen of England and Angelina Jolie all at once! That to say the man actually delights in me. (like I had wished for before)
Don't get too excited. There is nothing definite yet. So I'm not 100% invested right now. I'm still cautious.
Until he gives me something definative - I just can't be too invested. But, things are in the right position now. He's pursuing me - and I'm the one who needs convincing. That was out of order before.
I am still meeting new men. I have to. But you know, they mostly disappoint.
This weekend, Mr. Burns and I spent all day Sunday together. After I went to Mass by myself, we met for brunch, and we planned to go for nice hike somewhere in beautiful Colorado.
But, by the time we finished breakfast - the entire region was under rain clouds. So we went for day-long drive in the rain, hoping to find a break somewhere.
He showed me some of his favorite places. Poudre Canyon for one. The rugged Mishawaka Amphitheatre on the Poudre River. (who knew? That place is fantastic!) And we found a few rain-free minutes to hike on the beautiful Greyrock trail before we were supposed to meet some of his friends at a blues bar in Lyons - then down to Boulder for a late night meal.
By the end of the day I was so exhausted, I could barely hold my head up on the car ride back to Mr. Burns' place where I had left my car. This is unusual for me... I'm usually a late night girl, so for me to run out of steam before Mr. Burns was highly irregular! I ended up sleeping in his spare room, rather than try to drive home with toothpicks propping my eyelids open.
He had a golf tournament this morning, so he left me a key to let myself out.
As I was collecting my things I was struck with an idea.
Mr. Burns has been talking about starting a tomato plant on his patio for years now. He even has a large pot out there, but hasn't gotten around to planting one. I had teased him that even my dad started a tomato plant this spring and reports budding on. Mr. Burns has some catching up to do!
So as I gathered my shoes, camelback and such, I hatched a covert plan to start his patio garden. I ran out and bought a $3 tomato plant - planted it on his porch - and left this note:
"Thanks for a fun day. I always enjoy time spent with you.I left a tablespoon sized pile of potting soil on the note as a telltale sign of my little gift.
I left a surprise. Here is a hint >>."
Hours later, I got a voicemail thanking me for the surprise, whatever it was - because he couldn't figure it out. And I thought the hint was so simple that he'd have it found out in no time!
I called him back a few hours later (because that's when I first heard the message) and dropped a few more hints until I heard: "Oh wow! I see it. That is awesome, you are so cool! Thanks so much!"
The man was thrilled over a stupid little tomato plant!
And maybe I shouldn't have done it - if I'm trying be pursued and all - but I love doing things for people, and I adore hatching surprises! It's selfish of me really.
But it was great to hear the delight in his voice.
It's a change.
I did similar things a year ago that were met with no enthusiasm.
We're getting one another again.
This is interesting.
Kim Kardashian's bikini butt
Apparently, some hero out there took my advice and finally snapped a picture of Kim Kardashian's ass in a bikini. I had no idea I had that kind of control over people, so that being said, bring me Mila Kunis and a ham sandwich, puppets! Oh, yeah, and spicy brown mustard. Spicy!Hollywood Gossip,Hollywood News,Hollywood Celebrity,Hot Celebrity Gossip,Hollywood Business, Hollywood Actress,
Video Aishwarya Rai Bachchan Interview - Cannes 2009
This is a video of Aishwarya Rai Bachchan at the Cannes Film Festival May 2009. This video covers an interview of Aishwarya Rai Bachchan. enjoy the interview of Aishwarya Rai Bachchanv from the Cannes Film Festival May 2009.
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Video Robert Pattinson in Cannes Film Festival 2009
This is a video of Robert Pattinson at the Cannes Film Festival May 2009. This is a fanmade clip dedicated to the beautiful & talented Mr. Robert Pattinson 'Rob, you're the Best'
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Brad Pitt and Cannes Film Festival 2009
Enjoy Brad Pitt play with press members in Cannes as Brad Pitt talks about some unconventional casting techniques that landed him the role.
Brad Pitt and the 'Inglourious Basterds' crew whipped the French media into a frenzy.
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Brad Pitt and the 'Inglourious Basterds' crew whipped the French media into a frenzy.
Don't miss the video..........
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Love is many splendored pictures
I Love...............................................Flying squirrel sightings. (I like to call them Bushbabies)
Grey stormy skies. oh, and Wawa snuck in there somehow too....
Sunsets on the bay.
My sisters face. My dad believes in the "candid photo"
I can see myself as a Tuscan gardener.....someday.....hopefully.
$2.00 Thrifted Purse. Not sure what the circle hook was for back then...
Vera Bradley Clutch. Finally a pattern I love
Pedicure. Orange. Flowers. Worth every cent.
Kick-off of summer @ The Shell.
These things make me very happy.Unpictured - Going to visit my best friend who just got back from Kuwait at the end of June in FL! Yay
Friday, May 22, 2009
Good Morning SUMMER!
Photo via Sabino Summer is "unofficially" here according to Memorial Day kick-off. I live by the ocean, near L.B.I., which attracts many, MANY, tourists from all over. While they DO bring business to our little island, they also bring traffic, massive amounts of unnecessary beach items, questions I couldn't even dream of & sometimes pushy attitudes. The pace of the island in the spring, fall & winter is calm, serene, laid-back and quiet. Locals cringe when this weekend rolls around. When summer arrives it's like a huge transformation. You get unfamiliar faces, people with vacation schedules & stress . It's a schizophrenic place. The island is like a huge hotel and we are accommodating people from all over the country.
This will the first summer in 3 years I am home, so I am reminded of this pivotal cross-over to summer. Who knows if I'll survive it, especially working in the midst of it.
Does your town change personalities in the summer???
Sammy Sighs
Wow, Mom said there is going to be a dog park in our town. I'm sore excited. Oh, but what is a dog park? Will other dogs be there? Will I have to be friendly? What if I don't like them? What if Sissy is her usual silly self and embarasses me? What if Mom makes me wear a stupid shirt? Oh, no, I am not so sure about this bark park thing! I am getting an ulcer, I think......
Thursday, May 21, 2009
A Call for Braver Men
I've been on a couple different dating websites for the last couple of months. While I have been - shall we say, approached - by a number of interesting men... I have only met one (yeah, 1) of them.
My subscription on the paid site will be up next week, and one gentleman who has been sending me smileys every week doesn't look like he's going to do anything else. Now, of course I respond to these men - but I still feel like the man should pursue. I mean, I'm on the site - I'm obviously looking to meet someone. I've responded favorably and enthusiastically to their meek inquiries - but they can't step it up from there. Disappointing.
It's the same problem in the real world. These men just don't do anything.
Yet they claim they want to meet someone and hopefully marry.
A few years back, one of my best guy friends was ranting about the marketing of the Edd!e Bau&r catalogue. It was a father's day issue and he noticed that the men portrayed as fathers were his age... and now he was upset that he didn't have a wife and family. After all, it was time!
(Boy do I know that feeling!)
I sympathized with him, but then said, "I've known you for 5 years and I've never known you to even go on a date. How do you expect to get married if you don't even ask women on dates?"
"Well," He began in all seriousness, "I plan to find the right woman first and then I'll ask her out."
I'm pretty sure I threw my arms up in frustration at that point!
More recently, I've quizzed many of my male friends about this phenomenon of them never asking women out. They tell me about their fear of rejection.
I've heard this for years and I have never understood it.
Fear of rejection? What exactly? You're afraid of the word no? Really. Because the word no is painful or something? It's not. Believe me.
Seriously, I cannot identify with the fear of rejection. Maybe because I've been rejected nearly every day of my life. And I'm still standing. No bruises, no blood. What's the big deal?
Early on, it was on the school playground at recess. I was one of the two skinniest, uncoordinated girls in my class - we were always the last two left standing for team selections. I was downright jubilant the days I was picked second last!! Yeah, it stung to be picked last, but I more or less thought it was silly that the others cared so much about winning a 15 minute recess kick-soccer game!!
Then in high school, I was still skinny. Boys weren't interested in a bony, flat-chested girl when they could take Boobie McChesty to Prom instead.
Accustomed to rejection, I chose a career in broadcast journalism - where looks tend to matter more than experience. I was rejected on a weekly basis during the post-graduate application process.
Then, as a reporter making cold calls for same-day television interviews... I heard a lot of no.
Not to mention the daily news meetings where we pitch story ideas each morning just to get shot down.
Rejection? Big fat hairy deal.
The idea of a big strong man being afraid of rejection just doesn't sit well with me. Honestly, if he is that afraid of 'no' - he's probably not man enough. For anyone.
"Faint heart never won fair lady."
My subscription on the paid site will be up next week, and one gentleman who has been sending me smileys every week doesn't look like he's going to do anything else. Now, of course I respond to these men - but I still feel like the man should pursue. I mean, I'm on the site - I'm obviously looking to meet someone. I've responded favorably and enthusiastically to their meek inquiries - but they can't step it up from there. Disappointing.
It's the same problem in the real world. These men just don't do anything.
Yet they claim they want to meet someone and hopefully marry.
A few years back, one of my best guy friends was ranting about the marketing of the Edd!e Bau&r catalogue. It was a father's day issue and he noticed that the men portrayed as fathers were his age... and now he was upset that he didn't have a wife and family. After all, it was time!
(Boy do I know that feeling!)
I sympathized with him, but then said, "I've known you for 5 years and I've never known you to even go on a date. How do you expect to get married if you don't even ask women on dates?"
"Well," He began in all seriousness, "I plan to find the right woman first and then I'll ask her out."
I'm pretty sure I threw my arms up in frustration at that point!
More recently, I've quizzed many of my male friends about this phenomenon of them never asking women out. They tell me about their fear of rejection.
I've heard this for years and I have never understood it.
Fear of rejection? What exactly? You're afraid of the word no? Really. Because the word no is painful or something? It's not. Believe me.
Seriously, I cannot identify with the fear of rejection. Maybe because I've been rejected nearly every day of my life. And I'm still standing. No bruises, no blood. What's the big deal?
Early on, it was on the school playground at recess. I was one of the two skinniest, uncoordinated girls in my class - we were always the last two left standing for team selections. I was downright jubilant the days I was picked second last!! Yeah, it stung to be picked last, but I more or less thought it was silly that the others cared so much about winning a 15 minute recess kick-soccer game!!
Then in high school, I was still skinny. Boys weren't interested in a bony, flat-chested girl when they could take Boobie McChesty to Prom instead.
Accustomed to rejection, I chose a career in broadcast journalism - where looks tend to matter more than experience. I was rejected on a weekly basis during the post-graduate application process.
Then, as a reporter making cold calls for same-day television interviews... I heard a lot of no.
Not to mention the daily news meetings where we pitch story ideas each morning just to get shot down.
Rejection? Big fat hairy deal.
The idea of a big strong man being afraid of rejection just doesn't sit well with me. Honestly, if he is that afraid of 'no' - he's probably not man enough. For anyone.
"Faint heart never won fair lady."
Memories from last weekend...
Beach.
Today is the 1st day beach day of the summer. Colorado, I feel like I am betraying you this year, but my heart belongs to Long Beach Island. Growing up near the water, I feel at home when I am on the beach... The mountains were like a short love affair that will someday be reclaimed. Yet, my first love will always be the ocean.
Hope whatever scenery you're enjoying today brings you happiness!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Dancing with the Stars 2009: Gilles Marini & Cheryl Burke FINALS - FreeStyle
This video contains Dancing with the Stars FINALS WEEK 11 5/18/2009 - DWTS Season 8, Episode 20. The eleventh and final week of performances for the eighth season. Each of the three remaining couples will dance the paso doble and a freestyle routine.
Dancing with the Stars 2009 FINALISTS:
Melissa Rycroft & Tony Dovolani
Gilles Marini & Cheryl Burke
Shawn Johnson & Mark Ballas
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Dancing with the Stars 2009: Shawn Johnson & Mark Ballas FINALS - FreeStyle
This video contains Dancing with the Stars FINALS WEEK 11 5/18/2009 - DWTS Season 8, Episode 20. The eleventh and final week of performances for the eighth season. Each of the three remaining couples will dance the paso doble and a freestyle routine.
Dancing with the Stars 2009 FINALISTS:
Melissa Rycroft & Tony Dovolani
Gilles Marini & Cheryl Burke
Shawn Johnson & Mark Ballas
Enjoy the video ..........
Dancing with the Stars 2009 FINALISTS:
Melissa Rycroft & Tony Dovolani
Gilles Marini & Cheryl Burke
Shawn Johnson & Mark Ballas
Enjoy the video ..........
Dancing with the Stars 2009: Finals - Paso doble face off
This is the video on the eleventh and final week of performances for the eighth season. Each of the three remaining couples will dance the paso doble and a freestyle routine. Dancing with the Stars FINALS WEEK 11 5/19/2009 - DWTS Season 8, Episode 20
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Enjoy the video ..........
Dancing with the Stars 2009: Shawn Johnson & Gilles Doble Finals May 18
This video contains Dancing with the Stars Finals Week 11 5/18/2009 - DWTS Season 8, Episode 20. The eleventh and final week of performances for the eighth season. Each of the three remaining couples will dance the paso doble and a freestyle routine.
Dancing with the Stars 2009 Final List:
Melissa Rycroft & Tony Dovolani
Gilles Marini & Cheryl Burke
Shawn Johnson & Mark Ballas
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Dancing with the Stars 2009: Melissa Rycroft & Tony Dovolani FINALS
This video contains Dancing with the Stars Finals Week 11 5/18/2009 - DWTS Season 8, Episode 20. The eleventh and final week of performances for the eighth season. Each of the three remaining couples will dance the paso doble and a freestyle routine.
Dancing with the Stars 2009 Final List:
Melissa Rycroft & Tony Dovolani
Gilles Marini & Cheryl Burke
Shawn Johnson & Mark Ballas
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Dancing with the stars 2009: Team Mambo,Shawn Johnson and Chuck Wicks
Here dancing with the stars 2009 - Team Mambo,Shawn Johnson and Chuck Wicks (video) Chuck Wicks Eliminated from 'Dancing with the Stars' After His Best Performance Yet ...
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Dancing with the Stars 2009: Holly Madison & Dmitry Chaplin
The DWTS 2009 Season 8 Premiere - Episode 1,March 9. The eighth-season opener begins with a new crop of celebrities. This season, a new feature in the early weeks is a dance-off between the bottom two couples facing elimination. Competitors include Denise Richards, Lawrence Taylor and Lil' Kim.
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Dancing with the Stars: Lil Kim & Derek Hough Week 5
The DWTS WEEK5 Season 8, Episode 8. Nine couples remaining the contenders have to dance either the Paso Doble or the Viennese Waltz. Lil Kim & Derek Hough - WEEK 5 - Viennese Waltz Dancing with the Stars 2009 Season8 April 6.
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Watch The Show Like The Stars 2009:Penn Holderness and Kat Truitt
In this video Penn Holderness and Kat Truitt perform at Dancing Like The Stars 2009, to benefit the Bubel or Aiken Foundation, which was held at the Southern Women's Show Raleigh on April 26, 2009.
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Dancing with the Stars- Contestants 2009
This is the video of Dancing with the Stars. The 13 Contestants who is your favorite to win the title this year?
Lil' Kim and Derek Hough,Shawn Johnson and Mark Ballas,Denise Richards and Maksim Chmerkovskiy, Nancy O'Dell and Tony Dovolani,Belinda Carlisle and Jonathan Roberts, Jewel and Dmitry Chaplin, Chuck Wicks and Julianne Hough,Stephen Glover and Lacey Schwimmer,Steve Wozniak and Karina Smirnoff, Lawrence Taylor and Edyta Sliwinska,Ty Murray and Chelsie Hightower,Gilles Marini and Cheryl Burke, David Alan Grier and Kym Johnson.
Lil' Kim and Derek Hough,Shawn Johnson and Mark Ballas,Denise Richards and Maksim Chmerkovskiy, Nancy O'Dell and Tony Dovolani,Belinda Carlisle and Jonathan Roberts, Jewel and Dmitry Chaplin, Chuck Wicks and Julianne Hough,Stephen Glover and Lacey Schwimmer,Steve Wozniak and Karina Smirnoff, Lawrence Taylor and Edyta Sliwinska,Ty Murray and Chelsie Hightower,Gilles Marini and Cheryl Burke, David Alan Grier and Kym Johnson.
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Wow!
The wind is not blowing. And the sun is shining. I enjoyed a bike ride after my exercise class last night. I believe it was around 90 degrees yesterday!
Happiness....
Monday, May 18, 2009
Must Love Dogs
Along with speed dating, I traversed the world of online dating just as it was really catching on. After it was deemed less creepy than newspaper personal ads, but just before it was completely mainstream.
One of the first guys I met online was from a Denver suburb. I was trying to avoid men from the suburbs because I figured - if he actually chose the 'burbs before he was even married, we probably didn't hold many of the same interests. He also had a dog - another thing I tend to avoid in dating circles.
Now let me just say, I don't dislike dogs. I dislike dogs in the house. I grew up on a farm and my dad's one rule was, "No animals in the house." It still makes sense to me. Even more so now that I'm allergic to the critters.
But if a man is going to have a dog - a Labrador is the only acceptable breed. And that's what he had so at least, I decided, he was maybe worth meeting.
We met for lunch in a busy, popular part of town. We ordered burgers and drinks and then decided to spend a bit more time together, walking through the shopping district.
When we left the restaurant, he motioned to the parking garage saying, "My dog is in my truck. Do you want to meet him?"
I figured he wanted to check on the dog before we spent more time away, so I said sure. He let the dog out of the bed of the truck and told me the dog's name.
"Mmmhmmm."
I expected him to check that he had water and move on, but he stood there paying all this attention to the dog - with a body language that said he expected me to do something, but I couldn't imagine what.
I stood there waiting for him to finish up with the dog.
Finally, the dog was back in the truck and we went for a little walk.
Upon our return, he let the dog out of the truck again and fussed over him some more. I began to wonder why he brought his dog into the city and let it sit in the back of his truck while he was on a date.
He continued to fuss with the dog.
Okay. Then he finally offered to walk me to my car, where despite the lack of any sparks he moved in to kiss me full on the lips in broad daylight. Awkward.
I'm all about second chances, so a few weeks later I agreed to another date with him. This time I drove out to the burbs to meet him at some restaurant in a shopping center.
Before we could go in - he had to show me his dog again!
Um. I already saw the dog. Weeks ago, remember?
Sheesh, I thought - does he take the dog everywhere he goes? And why would anyone do that? Why would you lock your dog up in an enclosed flatbed... all the time?
People who can't leave home without their pet concern me. I think they are looking for attention. Or they (not the dog) suffer from separation anxiety. They mistakenly think their dog cares if they are gone! Come on now, three minutes after you leave a dog they completely forget that you exist. When you come home, they're not excited because they remember you - they're just excited that someone who knows how to release the food is there!!
I'll be honest, I don't really know what to do with a dog - rather than tell it to stay down.
So that was the last date with the dog guy.
Not because he had a dog... but because I suspected he didn't know what to do without it.
I suspect he was banking on his dog to win some great lady's heart. Too bad he didn't think he could earn that on his own merit.
One of the first guys I met online was from a Denver suburb. I was trying to avoid men from the suburbs because I figured - if he actually chose the 'burbs before he was even married, we probably didn't hold many of the same interests. He also had a dog - another thing I tend to avoid in dating circles.
Now let me just say, I don't dislike dogs. I dislike dogs in the house. I grew up on a farm and my dad's one rule was, "No animals in the house." It still makes sense to me. Even more so now that I'm allergic to the critters.
But if a man is going to have a dog - a Labrador is the only acceptable breed. And that's what he had so at least, I decided, he was maybe worth meeting.
We met for lunch in a busy, popular part of town. We ordered burgers and drinks and then decided to spend a bit more time together, walking through the shopping district.
When we left the restaurant, he motioned to the parking garage saying, "My dog is in my truck. Do you want to meet him?"
I figured he wanted to check on the dog before we spent more time away, so I said sure. He let the dog out of the bed of the truck and told me the dog's name.
"Mmmhmmm."
I expected him to check that he had water and move on, but he stood there paying all this attention to the dog - with a body language that said he expected me to do something, but I couldn't imagine what.
I stood there waiting for him to finish up with the dog.
Finally, the dog was back in the truck and we went for a little walk.
Upon our return, he let the dog out of the truck again and fussed over him some more. I began to wonder why he brought his dog into the city and let it sit in the back of his truck while he was on a date.
He continued to fuss with the dog.
Okay. Then he finally offered to walk me to my car, where despite the lack of any sparks he moved in to kiss me full on the lips in broad daylight. Awkward.
I'm all about second chances, so a few weeks later I agreed to another date with him. This time I drove out to the burbs to meet him at some restaurant in a shopping center.
Before we could go in - he had to show me his dog again!
Um. I already saw the dog. Weeks ago, remember?
Sheesh, I thought - does he take the dog everywhere he goes? And why would anyone do that? Why would you lock your dog up in an enclosed flatbed... all the time?
People who can't leave home without their pet concern me. I think they are looking for attention. Or they (not the dog) suffer from separation anxiety. They mistakenly think their dog cares if they are gone! Come on now, three minutes after you leave a dog they completely forget that you exist. When you come home, they're not excited because they remember you - they're just excited that someone who knows how to release the food is there!!
I'll be honest, I don't really know what to do with a dog - rather than tell it to stay down.
So that was the last date with the dog guy.
Not because he had a dog... but because I suspected he didn't know what to do without it.
I suspect he was banking on his dog to win some great lady's heart. Too bad he didn't think he could earn that on his own merit.
What fuels you?
I woke up this morning, very pleased that I had the whole day off to do whatever I please. A wave of "To-dos" started flooding my head, but I ignored them all. I decided to reflect on the activities, places, things and emotions that fuel me and almost give me a tune up after a busy week. They include in no particular order,
1. Coffee drinking on my back porch
2. Channel surfing mindless television
3. Going mindless shopping by myself
4. Manicure/Pedicure
5. Bike riding
6. Making mixed CDs (yes I am sooo old-skool)
7. Searching for quotes online
8. Shutting off my cellphone
9. Job-hunting in my dream cities (in moderation)
10. Talks with my sister
11. Looking up ____ photography (insert object, weather type or place) online
12. Yoga
13. Turquoise & red, together
14. Grey skies
15. Coffee shops
16. Reading Rolling Stone, keeping a pad & paper near to write down music
17. Gardening
18. Writing/Reading
19. The feeling of possibilities, not too far away...
20. Sundresses
21. Buying cards for people, just because
22. Driving my jeep, windows down
23. Convos about music
24. Dirty martinis
25. Guys with pretty eyes
26. Beach
27. The perfect song that comes on the radio with the perfect lyrics
28. Irises/Lilies
That was a total random assortment, mainly pertaining to my mood today.... But when I am in the company of any of those, they fuel me....breath a little life back into my busy mind...
What fuels you?
1. Coffee drinking on my back porch
2. Channel surfing mindless television
3. Going mindless shopping by myself
4. Manicure/Pedicure
5. Bike riding
6. Making mixed CDs (yes I am sooo old-skool)
7. Searching for quotes online
8. Shutting off my cellphone
9. Job-hunting in my dream cities (in moderation)
10. Talks with my sister
11. Looking up ____ photography (insert object, weather type or place) online
12. Yoga
13. Turquoise & red, together
14. Grey skies
15. Coffee shops
16. Reading Rolling Stone, keeping a pad & paper near to write down music
17. Gardening
18. Writing/Reading
19. The feeling of possibilities, not too far away...
20. Sundresses
21. Buying cards for people, just because
22. Driving my jeep, windows down
23. Convos about music
24. Dirty martinis
25. Guys with pretty eyes
26. Beach
27. The perfect song that comes on the radio with the perfect lyrics
28. Irises/Lilies
That was a total random assortment, mainly pertaining to my mood today.... But when I am in the company of any of those, they fuel me....breath a little life back into my busy mind...
What fuels you?
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Miley Cyrus in a bikini
Here's Miley Cyrus in the Bahamas, and before everyone freaks out, it's not like she's going all Heidi Montag on us. Not that that will stop Billy Ray Cyrus from hunting me down with a coonskin cap and a knife between his tee- Wait. *sniff sniff* Does anyone else smell Budweiser and mullet wax? Sonofabitch!Hollywood Gossip,Hollywood News,Hollywood Celebrity,Hot Celebrity Gossip,Hollywood Business
Friday, May 15, 2009
The Glasses Saga
So, I took votes online, I tried glasses on and got votes at work and with various friends, and daughters, and ....drum roll....
I chose a completely different pair when I went in to order. :-) Guess I really have trouble with decision making, huh?
I'll let you know what they look like in about 10 days or 2 weeks.
(And, yes the wind is STILL BLOWING!!!!)
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Country music would make a good boyfriend
So I flipped on the radio today and have been on a Bob Dylan kick, so I switched to my country radio station and immediately found myself smiling, daydreaming, tapping my hands on the steering wheel... I don't know why this was happening. It was like I heard a silent Pavlovian bell in the drums beats of the song and guitar twang and endorphins started running through me. I do normally listen to some country, I don't stereotype any music, & THIS SONG was what did it to me:
I know the lyrics in country music aren't hard to decipher or interpret like a tori amos or shins song, but I appreciate country's ability to give me an emotion that is simple and happy. Sometimes too many "deep introspective poetry infused imagery induced songs" make me think too much. I start questioning the meaning of life, my love life, life's little mysteries, to be or not to be, etc... I absolutely LOVE poetic and beautiful lyrics, but sometimes I want to simply hear a song like Keith Urban's "You look good in my shirt", cause man it would be nice if someday a guy really thought that, or Kenny Chesney's "We were brave, we were crazy, we were mostly young", and Jessica Andrew's "Just one stop at the ATM grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend", one-liner from her song "Good Time". This does not include depressing "emo" caliber country songs that talk about drowning in whiskey bottles and having all my exes live in Texas..... But even THOSE songs have an up-front way of getting their pain across.... no davinci coding, WTFs from those guys.......
Country music, if morphed into human form, would definitely make a great boyfriend. It's no-nonsense, to the point, simple, romantic in a bearable cheese factor level, climatic (I'm talking about the choruses! dirty dirty) and full of life. He could kill bugs & serenade me to sleep with a guitar. He would question my need from "Madden" shoes, wondering when Joe Madden converted to a shoe stylist, but it wouldn't matter. He would love me for the simple things. For me, dating "country" would be ideal right now in my life. I've been with the "Indie/Folk" genre, "Classic Rock", even the unclassifiable "Maroon5/Third Eye Blind/Goo Goo Dolls" bores, and I was not impressed. So bring on a guy like country music and I'm sure I'll be smiling, daydreaming, having fun, without trying to interpret anything. Ye haw.
I know the lyrics in country music aren't hard to decipher or interpret like a tori amos or shins song, but I appreciate country's ability to give me an emotion that is simple and happy. Sometimes too many "deep introspective poetry infused imagery induced songs" make me think too much. I start questioning the meaning of life, my love life, life's little mysteries, to be or not to be, etc... I absolutely LOVE poetic and beautiful lyrics, but sometimes I want to simply hear a song like Keith Urban's "You look good in my shirt", cause man it would be nice if someday a guy really thought that, or Kenny Chesney's "We were brave, we were crazy, we were mostly young", and Jessica Andrew's "Just one stop at the ATM grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend", one-liner from her song "Good Time". This does not include depressing "emo" caliber country songs that talk about drowning in whiskey bottles and having all my exes live in Texas..... But even THOSE songs have an up-front way of getting their pain across.... no davinci coding, WTFs from those guys.......
Country music, if morphed into human form, would definitely make a great boyfriend. It's no-nonsense, to the point, simple, romantic in a bearable cheese factor level, climatic (I'm talking about the choruses! dirty dirty) and full of life. He could kill bugs & serenade me to sleep with a guitar. He would question my need from "Madden" shoes, wondering when Joe Madden converted to a shoe stylist, but it wouldn't matter. He would love me for the simple things. For me, dating "country" would be ideal right now in my life. I've been with the "Indie/Folk" genre, "Classic Rock", even the unclassifiable "Maroon5/Third Eye Blind/Goo Goo Dolls" bores, and I was not impressed. So bring on a guy like country music and I'm sure I'll be smiling, daydreaming, having fun, without trying to interpret anything. Ye haw.
Hayden Panettiere continues banging Hollywood
Here's Hayden Panettiere leaving Nobu last night where she hopped into a car with 30-year-old Welsh actor Steve Jones. I don't really know who or what a Steve Jones is, but for anyone out there still pining for Hayden, she's basically banging anyone with an accent or old enough to remember that episode of ThunderCats when Snarf drove the tank. Fortunately, I fall into both categories.
Dance Recital
Good morning!We really enjoyed Miss ChloeBean's second dance recital. She was so cute up there! Here are some photos from the weekend.(Click on text bubble in lower left corner to read captions)
Isn't she sweet? So, last night was our little dancer's first tee-ball game! I can't believe she is playing tee-ball! Her mom said she loves to bat and did really good at bat. However, in the field, instead of concentrating on catching and throwing, she made a nice dirt pile! Hee hee! That's our girl!
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
The Perils of Dating
Okay... so due to the single void I'm in I want to go back to sharing my dating stories. That's the single part of Single Solitary Things.
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When I first moved to Denver, those organized dating efforts were just picking up steam. You know - Rotating Tables, Speed Dating - and the take-off of dating websites.
I figured since I was in a new city I could partake of these strategies under the guise of 'Just Widening My Social Circle'. After all, I came here knowing no one but my much older cousin.
So I found a speed dating event and had mild success resulting in a few dates.
You know how it goes, they fill a room with equal parts men to women - give them seven minutes together and see if they find out enough to warrant getting to know more. It was fun.
The woman who organized the events started calling me when she was short on women for an event. She would offer me free admission just to balance out the crowd. She was happy to barter the arrangement, saying the men always liked me. Given my reporting background, I was a natural at the quick interviews, engaging, funny - good at making people comfortable - and making them feel good about themselves.
One evening, there we were with our game cards and pencils. Seven minutes with each guy. At about 5 minutes, the organizer would tap a bell for a two minute warning. Upon the final bell you mark your score card, indicating whether you would like to exchange email with this person. If you both say yes, the organizer sends you both an email and maybe you go on a date.
There were usually ten guys to meet. The conversation starts quickly. If you're laughing before the bell - it's a good sign.
Then pick up and move to your next table.
Ah, the next table. At one table, the conversation just couldn't pick up. The man had nothing to say. He was so boring. Despite all my interview experience I was still at a loss to get it going. I was dying a slow death. Then, reprieve. I heard the bell!
As graciously as possible I told him how great it was to meet him and picked up my purse to move to the next table.
Everyone else was still seated.
I thought, "Wow, they must all be having great conversations - they're taking such a long time to get up and move."
A split second later, I realized I had heard the warning bell!
There were two minutes left and I had just ditched this guy! There was no way around it. I couldn't get away fast enough!!!
I had to swallow my pride and sit back down to face this guy for 2 more minutes.
I don't know which of us was more mortified.
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When I first moved to Denver, those organized dating efforts were just picking up steam. You know - Rotating Tables, Speed Dating - and the take-off of dating websites.
I figured since I was in a new city I could partake of these strategies under the guise of 'Just Widening My Social Circle'. After all, I came here knowing no one but my much older cousin.
So I found a speed dating event and had mild success resulting in a few dates.
You know how it goes, they fill a room with equal parts men to women - give them seven minutes together and see if they find out enough to warrant getting to know more. It was fun.
The woman who organized the events started calling me when she was short on women for an event. She would offer me free admission just to balance out the crowd. She was happy to barter the arrangement, saying the men always liked me. Given my reporting background, I was a natural at the quick interviews, engaging, funny - good at making people comfortable - and making them feel good about themselves.
One evening, there we were with our game cards and pencils. Seven minutes with each guy. At about 5 minutes, the organizer would tap a bell for a two minute warning. Upon the final bell you mark your score card, indicating whether you would like to exchange email with this person. If you both say yes, the organizer sends you both an email and maybe you go on a date.
There were usually ten guys to meet. The conversation starts quickly. If you're laughing before the bell - it's a good sign.
Then pick up and move to your next table.
Ah, the next table. At one table, the conversation just couldn't pick up. The man had nothing to say. He was so boring. Despite all my interview experience I was still at a loss to get it going. I was dying a slow death. Then, reprieve. I heard the bell!
As graciously as possible I told him how great it was to meet him and picked up my purse to move to the next table.
Everyone else was still seated.
I thought, "Wow, they must all be having great conversations - they're taking such a long time to get up and move."
A split second later, I realized I had heard the warning bell!
There were two minutes left and I had just ditched this guy! There was no way around it. I couldn't get away fast enough!!!
I had to swallow my pride and sit back down to face this guy for 2 more minutes.
I don't know which of us was more mortified.
Leighton Meester in a bikini
Here's Gossip Girl star Leighton Meester at a Los Angeles beach, and I'd like to personally thank the paparazzo responsible for these photos. Kudos to you, sir. Your keen skills deftly adapted to Leighton's retarded boob curtain by going straight for a plethora of butt shots. Otherwise, this shoot would've rapidly become, dare I say, Lauren Conrad-esque? Then may God have mercy on us all....
Miss USA 2009 Carrie Prejean Spotted with Michael Phelps
Carrie Prejean Spotted Topless again with Michael Phelps. The release of yet another topless Prejean pic is unlikely to help Carrie keep Carrie Prejean crown, however, as the third photo in this quasi-nude collection was published early today by TheDirty.com.
Carrie Prejean may lose her crown NOT due to Carrie Prejean stance on gay marriage, but because she lied about the number of lingerie pics Carrie Prejean posed for.
May be Prejean and Phelps ever are not a couple. But Carrie Prejean likely takeed home (a clearly wasted) Phelps home on this night and show him her very own.
what does the Carrie Prejean say about getting drunk? It permits wine tasting, but comes down hard on full-on inebriation. Considering how seriously Prejean appears to take that text.Miss California 2009 Carrie Prejean may lose Her Crown
Miss California 2009 Carrie Prejean insisted in an e-mail to pageant director Keith Lewis that the topless photo of herself that leaked online Tuesday is the only one Carrie Prejean posed for. The beauty queen wears only pink rhinestone-studded panties and a seductive smile in the shot.
"This was when I was 17 years old," Prejean, 21, wrote, per TMZ. "I was a minor. It was when I was first getting into the modeling world, being naive, and young. I shouldn't have taken the photo of me in my underwear. There are no other photos of me. This was the only one I took." "I'm absolutely stunned," he said. "This completely changes things for us. Yesterday we thought she had explained things accurately. We need to revisit this issue with her."
Pageant director Keith Lewis' declaration comes just after reports that pageant officials are debating whether to strip Prejean of her crown.
The contract, which all contestants are required to sign, contains a clause asking participants whether they have ever been photographed nude or partially nude and if they conducted themselves "in accordance with the highest ethical and moral standards."
The contract, which all contestants are required to sign, contains a clause asking participants whether they have ever been photographed nude or partially nude and if they conducted themselves "in accordance with the highest ethical and moral standards."
Prejean fought back after the photos leaked online Tuesday, telling Us Weekly, "I am not perfect, and I will never claim to be -I am a Christian, and I am a model. Models pose for pictures, including lingerie and swimwear photos."Monday, May 11, 2009
Jessica Simpson should never do this again
Here's Jessica Simpson performing in San Antonio last night, and who the hell is her choreographer? There's no nudity, so it can't be Joe Simpson. But whoever it is, the only stage direction they seem to be giving is "Make sure you look 10-15 pounds heavier, and if you could flash a little gut, icing on the cake." Then again, that conversation could turn ugly once it's revealed the cake is
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Happy Mothers Day out there!I am lucky, because I have the best mom in the world. No, you don't, I do! She has always been there for me, and I can only hope that she knows she can lean on me, too. I am not going to repeat my post once again about her, but you can connect to it here: Happy Mother's Day, Mom. Thank you mom, I love you!
I know my mom misses her mom on this Mother's Day. Part of our gift to her this year was something in memory of her mom on Mothers Day...so I hope she likes it! I wrote about my grandmas in this post: Missing Elsie and Helen.
Have a wonderful Mothers Day! I will be spending mine with my eldest daughter watching Miss Chloe in her 2nd annual dance recital!
Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes Visit the White House
Making the trip to the nation’s capitol, Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes hit up the White House Correspondents Dinner on in Washington DC on Saturday night (May 9). Joining a star-studded guest list, the “Top Gun” stud and his “Mad Money” wife kindly greeted fans and posed for pictures as they made their way inside the swanky affair.TomKat joined fellow celebrities including Chace Crawford, Ed
Saturday, May 9, 2009
The Trouble About It
The trouble about losing weight is wishing it would just be gone. All at once. Right now! I have been keeping at a slow pace, and continuing downward. I had a doctor appointment the other day, and she said I was doing it the right way. I know that there are clothes I could not wear last fall that I can now wear easily. That is a good marker for me. I have had a couple people mention that it looks like I lost weight, so that is nice. Of course, the people you want to notice are the ones who say nothing.
I really liked some advice given by both trainers on "The Biggest Loser" last week...in saying you have to have a balance in your life. They made so much sense. It seems like there are extremes, not only in the overeating and not exercising, but in those who never allow themselves any pleasures at all. You have to be able to enjoy that piece of wedding cake, to give yourself a break if you miss one day of your regimen. I hope I can learn the balance, but I do agree, I am doing it slowly but surely, and if I have a treat here and there, I won't go bezerk. I will just get right back into my routine. That seems to be better than going hog wild either way.
Anyway, I won't be winning the weight loss contest here at work; I have heard of a couple people with big losses. I also heard of some doing all these cleanses, taking meds, etc. I just want to do things the healthy way, and I guess if I don't win the contest, I will win with myself anyway.
Hanging in there.....
Friday, May 8, 2009
Still Searching for My Soft Gooey Center
I grew up in a family that just said what they thought. All the time. I don't ever recall any hurt feelings.
If one of us thought another was being unreasonable we told them so, in no uncertain terms.
If I was on the receiving end (as the youngest, I often was) I only remember thinking, "I guess I'm wrong." or "I won't do that again."
Our feelings were facts. You can't be insulted by facts.
The only time I found it unjust was, as a preteen, frustrated by the great disparity in treatment between myself and my teen aged brother and sister, I would declare - in tears, to my mother, "You treat me like a baby!" and she would point out my tears and say, "You're acting like a baby. When you act like a grown up we'll treat you like one."
In my frustration I couldn't explain the great injustice I felt. That I wasn't offered the opportunity to explain my position. Everything was already decided. And how could I act like a grown up if I was being treated as less?
Primarily, I didn't understand why my brother and sister had more freedom and autonomy than I.
I just wanted to be equal.
My family also operated from a position of universal awareness. Meaning, we were sort of expected to completely understand every situation so that we could evaluate every possible repercussion before a decision was made. Not that this was ever articulated. It just was.
You think in 360 degrees, so that you know how your actions are going to impact someone else.
It's sort of like mind reading.
Mom would only have to say, "There are clothes in the dryer." We knew that meant she wanted us to take them out, fold them and put them away. No need to elaborate. The message was clear.
When we were very small, if she said, "I'm on the phone." (accompanied by an exasperated glare) we knew she wanted us to shut our mouths and go in the other room and play quietly until she was done with her adult conversation. So that is what we did.
I've been out on my own for 20 years now, and I'm still learning that most other people don't operate the same way.
At first I found many, many people to be unusually over-sensitive. I still do.
I was also surprised to find that people didn't do what I expected them to do, based on the brief, blunt statements that I fired at them.
When I moved into my college dorm room freshman year, my roommate and I were chatting while I unpacked my things. She had arrived a few days earlier, her unpacking complete.
As I arranged supplies in my drawers I offered her the use of anything. But as I tucked my sewing scissors away (who knows why I even brought it?) I mentioned that it was for fabric only, "If I catch you cutting paper with it, you'll hear it from me." (that's how my mom and sister taught me to preserve the sewing scissors - and I knew that my new roommate didn't sew, so she probably needed this information.)
She nodded aggressively and rushed out of the room. She told me later that she left the room and burst out laughing at my inappropriate order! She had to get out of the room! (we are very dear friends to this day.)
I had no idea that you didn't talk to your peers that way. That was my first lesson.
In other ways, I just expected people to think as I did. When a co-worker suggested that it maybe wasn't a good idea to leave my purse out on my desk as I worked in other parts of the office - I said, "But why would anyone take something from my purse? It's not theirs." It didn't occur to me that I had some sort of responsibility to eliminate temptation for other people. I would never think of taking someone else's things - so why would anyone else (particularly my co-workers) consider it? It so clearly being the wrong thing to do.
Speaking of right and wrong. In my 20s, I worked as a reporter and news anchor - and before the newscast we all shared a room appointed with a large mirror and large counter to prepare our 'on-air' appearance. Most of us left brushes, hair dryers and cans of hairspray in that room so that we wouldn't have to cart them back and forth. One evening, the sports anchor and I were getting ready at the same time. He reached for my can of Paul M!tchell hairspray and applied it liberally to his already immovable, Brillo pad hair. He didn't even ask!!
"That's mine!" I announced bluntly and probably glared at him.
"I didn't know it was yours." he replied.
Notice there was no sense of apology there?
"Well, did you buy it?"
He was aghast.
It was so obvious to me that you don't use something as luxurious as brand name hairspray if you're not the one who shelled out the cash for it. (This is where I should tell you that small market reporters and anchors only make minimum wage - so I was on a pretty tight budget)
It was obvious to him that whatever was left out in the open was community property.
Hrumphf! I didn't spend fifteen bucks on hairspray for it to be wasted on Brillo pad hair!!
This exchange stayed with me for a while. It took me a couple more weeks to comprehend that - as a guy - he made no distinction between a $15 can of PM and $1.50 can of Suave.
Based on my upbringing, I just thought that everyone knew what I knew.
I've modified this perspective a good deal... but I am still rather blunt. I don't have the patience to coddle people. I have no use for it. I'm still learning that some people require the pleasantries that I view as contrived. I'm learning that this is why some people don't like me, (I'm always shocked!) even as I have countless loyal friends who get me and love me with fierce loyalty. As I do them.
That is what is hard to wrap my head around. If so many wonderful people love me unconditionally - how is it that others don't?
I guess that's okay. There are people out there that other people are crazy about - for whom I don't see the draw. At. all.
But what is really astounding to me is that it has taken me 38 years to understand this.
To understand that there are people who prefer to pussyfoot around, and talk in sticky-sweet voices.
And there are still other people who are much more gruff than myself. They too will soften over time.
If one of us thought another was being unreasonable we told them so, in no uncertain terms.
If I was on the receiving end (as the youngest, I often was) I only remember thinking, "I guess I'm wrong." or "I won't do that again."
Our feelings were facts. You can't be insulted by facts.
The only time I found it unjust was, as a preteen, frustrated by the great disparity in treatment between myself and my teen aged brother and sister, I would declare - in tears, to my mother, "You treat me like a baby!" and she would point out my tears and say, "You're acting like a baby. When you act like a grown up we'll treat you like one."
In my frustration I couldn't explain the great injustice I felt. That I wasn't offered the opportunity to explain my position. Everything was already decided. And how could I act like a grown up if I was being treated as less?
Primarily, I didn't understand why my brother and sister had more freedom and autonomy than I.
I just wanted to be equal.
My family also operated from a position of universal awareness. Meaning, we were sort of expected to completely understand every situation so that we could evaluate every possible repercussion before a decision was made. Not that this was ever articulated. It just was.
You think in 360 degrees, so that you know how your actions are going to impact someone else.
It's sort of like mind reading.
Mom would only have to say, "There are clothes in the dryer." We knew that meant she wanted us to take them out, fold them and put them away. No need to elaborate. The message was clear.
When we were very small, if she said, "I'm on the phone." (accompanied by an exasperated glare) we knew she wanted us to shut our mouths and go in the other room and play quietly until she was done with her adult conversation. So that is what we did.
I've been out on my own for 20 years now, and I'm still learning that most other people don't operate the same way.
At first I found many, many people to be unusually over-sensitive. I still do.
I was also surprised to find that people didn't do what I expected them to do, based on the brief, blunt statements that I fired at them.
When I moved into my college dorm room freshman year, my roommate and I were chatting while I unpacked my things. She had arrived a few days earlier, her unpacking complete.
As I arranged supplies in my drawers I offered her the use of anything. But as I tucked my sewing scissors away (who knows why I even brought it?) I mentioned that it was for fabric only, "If I catch you cutting paper with it, you'll hear it from me." (that's how my mom and sister taught me to preserve the sewing scissors - and I knew that my new roommate didn't sew, so she probably needed this information.)
She nodded aggressively and rushed out of the room. She told me later that she left the room and burst out laughing at my inappropriate order! She had to get out of the room! (we are very dear friends to this day.)
I had no idea that you didn't talk to your peers that way. That was my first lesson.
In other ways, I just expected people to think as I did. When a co-worker suggested that it maybe wasn't a good idea to leave my purse out on my desk as I worked in other parts of the office - I said, "But why would anyone take something from my purse? It's not theirs." It didn't occur to me that I had some sort of responsibility to eliminate temptation for other people. I would never think of taking someone else's things - so why would anyone else (particularly my co-workers) consider it? It so clearly being the wrong thing to do.
Speaking of right and wrong. In my 20s, I worked as a reporter and news anchor - and before the newscast we all shared a room appointed with a large mirror and large counter to prepare our 'on-air' appearance. Most of us left brushes, hair dryers and cans of hairspray in that room so that we wouldn't have to cart them back and forth. One evening, the sports anchor and I were getting ready at the same time. He reached for my can of Paul M!tchell hairspray and applied it liberally to his already immovable, Brillo pad hair. He didn't even ask!!
"That's mine!" I announced bluntly and probably glared at him.
"I didn't know it was yours." he replied.
Notice there was no sense of apology there?
"Well, did you buy it?"
He was aghast.
It was so obvious to me that you don't use something as luxurious as brand name hairspray if you're not the one who shelled out the cash for it. (This is where I should tell you that small market reporters and anchors only make minimum wage - so I was on a pretty tight budget)
It was obvious to him that whatever was left out in the open was community property.
Hrumphf! I didn't spend fifteen bucks on hairspray for it to be wasted on Brillo pad hair!!
This exchange stayed with me for a while. It took me a couple more weeks to comprehend that - as a guy - he made no distinction between a $15 can of PM and $1.50 can of Suave.
Based on my upbringing, I just thought that everyone knew what I knew.
I've modified this perspective a good deal... but I am still rather blunt. I don't have the patience to coddle people. I have no use for it. I'm still learning that some people require the pleasantries that I view as contrived. I'm learning that this is why some people don't like me, (I'm always shocked!) even as I have countless loyal friends who get me and love me with fierce loyalty. As I do them.
That is what is hard to wrap my head around. If so many wonderful people love me unconditionally - how is it that others don't?
I guess that's okay. There are people out there that other people are crazy about - for whom I don't see the draw. At. all.
But what is really astounding to me is that it has taken me 38 years to understand this.
To understand that there are people who prefer to pussyfoot around, and talk in sticky-sweet voices.
And there are still other people who are much more gruff than myself. They too will soften over time.
Coffee Order Stereotypes
So today at work I made an observation....You can tell a lot about someone by their coffee beverage of choice. So I present you the "Coffee Order Stereotypes", or observations according to me:
1. Mocha/Vanilla/Java Frappachino Latte with 1/2 one flavor and half another.
- pre-teens from the land of never-getting-fat
- 20 something who vents about long day and needs it
- A grown man who whispers the order than adds, "Can you add whipped cream?)
2. Latte with more than 1 flavor shot
- People who don't like coffee, but still want to feel cool drinking it. (Plus get an energy boost)
2. Coffee.
-Anyone over the age of 18
3. Tall/Grande/Venti Latte
-People who eat,sleep,breath Starbucks and see the world as a size Tall, Grande, or Venti.
4. Cappuccino (dry)
-Usually pushy, frigid biotches
5. Cappuccino (flavor shot)
-More cheerful biotches
6. Latte
-Women, usually with cute purses
7. Iced Coffee
People on the go, duh, usually chatty & nice.
8. Iced Coffee (half the ice)
A-holes
9. Americano (hot water/espresso)
Men who are holding a brief case or blueprints etc..
10. Tea
Women who have great skin or guys who talk about the weather and are usually hot.
11. Chai Latte
Eccentric looking people, nicest of all.
12. Smoothie
Everyone but the kitchen sink.
13. Esspresso, straight up
Crazy mofos
14. Their own concoction
This road can diverge into either a nasty person who watches you make the drink or a overly nice person that is grateful you're even making it.
Additions:
Half/Half - People over the age of 30
Skim - Women
Whole - Men
Splenda - Women
Raw Sugar - 20 somethings
That's my unofficial list. From working one day this shiz occurs like clockwork. What does YOUR order say about you....hahahahaha....
Thanks a latte.
Erin
Sammy Sighs
I think Mom found out how lucky she is today. She was watching the show "My Dog or Me?" as she was getting ready for work, and there was this dog on there that had severe separation anxiety. He would open the fridge and drag stuff out, and eat it, plastic and all, make a big mess, etc. Then he would howl and bark and carry on while they were gone. At least Sissy only chews out her own hair!Have a great (WINDY) Friday!
Chris Brown's lawyer moves towards dismissal
No wonder Rihanna fled the West Coast. Chris Brown's lawyer Mark Geragos filed his motion yesterday seeking internal LAPD documents about the leaked photo of a battered Rihanna. He hopes to prove misconduct by the LAPD and get Chris Brown's assault charges completely dropped. Radar Online reports:Geragos states, "I'm informed and believe that on or about February 19, 2009, a photograph taken by
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Happy Birthday Baby Girl!
Happy Birthday to Crystal, my baby girl is now 20!
(Video from 2007)
We Love You!
Minka Kelly Can Be My Roommate Anytime
It's been a little while since we've seen Friday Night Lights actress Minka Kelly, but here she is on the set of her latest movie, The Roommate. I have no idea what this film is about or if they're even filming an actual scene in these photos, but whoever picked out that tank-top needs to win an award.Hollywood Gossip,Hollywood News,Hollywood Celebrity,Hot Celebrity Gossip,Hollywood Business,
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Julia Roberts in a bikini
Here's Julia Roberts vacationing in Hawaii this week with her family, and I love how she has her kids' names tattooed above her ass. Because, really, nothing quite fills a child's heart like knowing their name is just inches above mommy's slowly losing battle with gravity. That's just touching.Hollywood Gossip,Hollywood News,Hollywood Celebrity,Hot Celebrity Gossip,Hollywood Business, Hollywood
Reclaiming Paris
I finished Reclaiming Paris by Fabiola Santiago and I must say it was quite the read. Lusty, romantic, heartbreaking, bittersweet & full of revelations & poetry. It is not your average romance novel at all. Marisol, the main character, deals with past exile from Cuba, moving to America, defeating past demons and of course her international love affairs. The book reminded me that you do not need to specify an "arrival time" when you say to yourself, "I am finished, this is me; I will never change". It proves that at the most unexpected times in your life, places, people and even a moonlit night can change you. I would recommend it highly to those of us who hate the cheese factor in most romance novels and like strong, independent characters with spunk.
Short excerpt:
"I question myself all the time, during the frenzy of my drives to meet him whenever he has a moment, during the wanting nights in my own bed, on days like today when the what-ifs of history haunt me and I confuse the residual scent of losses with the fragrance of new desire."
So far Chronicles - Bob Dylan is phenomenal:-)
As for my life recently, I have been enjoying my work routine. I got thrown a curve ball though when I unexpectedly got accepted to attend a cinematography seminar in California. I do not know if I can get off of work (annoying dilemma). People for all over the world attend to learn about the pursuit of independence, liberty & freedom in the times we live in now through the arts. It sounds so interesting and I would get to see Orange County, Cali! The question is though, can I get off work? I don't want to lose this job, I really like it a lot.....UGH.
Also, I STILL haven't been back to the gym since Canada, lol, but that will change tomorrow at Zumba. Talk about a hiatus. I have maintained my weight loss though so yay. Hope all is well...~Erin
Meditation of the Day
Eventually, there is the right place in this world for all of us - My mom in response to my best friend finding a job!! Yay!
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