swoon

omg 

    OMG. Ok. I am at risk here of seeming like a completely obsessed twit, but I don’t care, I can’t help it. You may never have wanted to be so intimately aware of what goes on inside my brain and if that’s the case, you may want to look away. Some pictures were brought to my attention and I don’t have the strength to not blog about the hotness that I witnessed. I always thought Robert looked scrummy but it seems he’s been working out behind my back.

    Bare…ahem…pun intended….with me for a moment. I will make this short. That scantily clad, ok, shirtless man up there in the photo…that’s my boyfriend. Some of you are privy to this information, some of you think I am completely insane, some of you may not care at all. But come on people! LOOK at that…sigh. Ignore the black dots. They are for CGI effects. Also ignore the white body makeup while you’re at it, he’s filming the sequel to the movie that shot him to fame. Rob is in Europe at the moment, acting like a heartbroken vampire, not that I follow his every move. Ok. So perhaps I am vaguely aware of what he’s doing. Once again, DH thinks it’s completely ok, or so he says. You know I think you are uber handsome DH! Even YOU would have to admit, my boyfriend, well he ain’t half bad!

    I am powerless when I realize that hotness like that exists. And is walking around Italy somewhere. Shirtless. Kill me now. Those abs, crikes, the man dents, double crikes. That my friends, is a beautiful man, no question about it. He makes me swoon. He makes my knees weak. Being that handsome should be illegal. Sigh.

    That’s me then.

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Published in: on May 28, 2009 at 6:27 pm  Comments (1)  
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winner

winner

    And the winner is……uh uh! Not yet! First we need to break it down. Be patient. I will try to make this as quick and as painless as possible. Once again, I am breaking down BOTH episodes from this week so I apologize if it’s a tad wordy.

    Both contenders started out with the songs that were actually their strongest performances of the season, in my humble opinion, and they both rocked! Adam once again sang ‘Mad World’ originally done by Tears for Fears. I. Love. That. Song. I rather enjoy Adam when he’s not screeching. He has a lovely voice, nice tone, good register. I just wish he sang like that all the time. The jury is still out on the heinous black trench coat that Adam wore whilst performing. Randy Jackson thinks the coat looks good. I’ve seen how Randy dresses. The fashion police are looking for him. Trust me.

    I love Kris’s version of ‘Ain’t No Sunshine’. He really performs it well and I can actually imagine that being a hit for him on the radio. The judges seem to like him tonight, well, so far. It looked as though Simon nearly succeeded in making Kris cry. Aw. Ding Ding Ding!  Round one winner: Kris. Let the games begin!

    I am glad this season is almost over. I am growing weary of Kara droning on and on about nothing useful. Honestly, all I hear when she speaks now is, ‘Yadda, yadda, performance, yadda, yadda, dude.’ She annoys me if you haven’t noticed.

    Ok. So I am not thrilled with Adam’s first song in round two. Not his fault. He didn’t choose it. But to me that song needs a bit more grit and gravel. Adam’s voice is just too clear and high to do that song justice. He did kill it at the end though, so I give him props for that.  The judges need a little moment to calm down, they are all uber gleeful over Adam’s performance. Quick, someone crush another Prozac into Paula’s drink…

    Not a huge fan of Kris’s second song choice either. I have to agree with Simon that he just didn’t deliver anything more that a pleasant rendition of a good song. Round two: Adam is the winner.

   Hmm. Round three. It’s going to be a shaky round. The song is…erm…HIDEOUS. I understand that Kara co-wrote the winner’s single, which explains why it’s crap. I only wish I was kidding. Wow. Adam. Man, that was just painful for me to listen to. Pitchy in spots is an understatement. Paula is at a loss for words. She doesn’t want to say he sucks even though I can tell that is what she’s thinking. Or more appropriately, that SONG sucks. And what’s worse? We have to suffer through it twice. Great. Kris was slightly less painful to listen to, but I stand by my original statement. If songs could smell this one would reek like a rubbish dump on a hot, humid, summer day.

    I’m not sure I understand why Carrie Underwood is on the show again. Were all the other ex-idols busy? Thankfully they are running the first shows credits over her at least.

    The awards portion of the second episode was HIGHLY amusing. Since they needed some filler to stretch out a 30 minute show to 2 plus hours, I knew there had to be some crap added in there, I just feel bad that I had to re-experience it all. Nick Mitchell won the ‘outstanding male’ award. Do you remember him? The annoying loser they actually kept pushing through at the beginning of the season. Someone, who shall remain nameless, expressed an interest in taking him out into a field and shooting him. Now I myself do not condone such violence, but I do wish he would just go away…forever.

    The second show seems to be filled with duets, and dance numbers and the top 13 singing their way through segments that are just wasting my time. I need to tune out and come back at 3 minutes to 9pm when they announce the winner. Everyone is on the show tonight. There’s Steve Martin playing a banjo. Now that’s random. I loved the sing off between Kara and bikini girl….Kara can actually carry a tune. And her body ain’t too shabby either! But I still don’t like her. Nuff said. I could have lived without seeing Rod Stewart warble his way through ‘Maggie May’, his voice is just terrifying these days. Mind you, I could have lived without seeing most of the 2 hour show. But alas, I am a glutton for punishment so I watched obediently.

    Now on to the results. Drum roll please…….The winner of American Idol Season 8 is………KRIS ALLEN! Wow! Congrats Kris, you really did well! I knew…ahem…all along that you would win. I think Adam felt he had this one in the bag. I am sure he will have a great career on Broadway, and a number one CD. No worries. It seemed as though the whole show was geared around Adam winning. Kiss performed, Queen performed. If you ask me those are two groups who’s songs Adam can absolutely perform fantastically. I wonder if the judges also felt that Mr. Lambert would take the title…

    Well that was an exciting season wasn’t it? I laughed, I cried, it became a part of me. Now toddle off and rest up for season 9. I have a feeling it’s going to be equally as exciting and definitely blog worthy.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on May 21, 2009 at 2:45 pm  Comments (2)  

gaga

  gaga 

     I tried to fight it, I really did. At first I didn’t even like Lady Gaga. It wasn’t her fashion sense, or her display of individuality, because I am all for that. No. It was something else. I don’t know now what it was but I just didn’t like her. I didn’t want to like her. Maybe I didn’t give her a chance. Well all that changed.

    A recent road trip with my DH was the turning point in my relationship with Lady Gaga. That song ‘Poker Face’ is insipid and as ubiquitous as air at this point. Every radio station plays that tune constantly. Now, I don’t even listen to the conventional radio, but that didn’t help me escape. I listen to Sirius satellite radio, but the Gaga is even played there, everywhere. Literally she is in your face, in your po-po-po-poker face. So I caved. threw caution to the wind. And you know what? I discovered that she’s not all that bad.

    After about 2 hours on the road I think I played ‘Poker Face’ approximately 6,527 times. Well perhaps it was more like fifty, give or take. At one point I looked over at DH and asked, “How many more times do you think you can listen to this song before your head explodes?” to which he relied cheerfully, ” You know, I think I have a few more times in me!”. SO I did what every loving wife is inclined to do. I hit rewind. Again. And again.

    We listened to ‘Poker Face’ so many times that I even choreographed complicated car dancing moves. DH tried to dance along, but as he was the one behind the wheel, his movements were limited. I am sure that cars passing us by saw what was going on. I imagine people staring, thinking to themselves, what the heck is that girl doing? Why is she thrashing about so much? Are there BEES in their car? Nope. No bees. Just crazy people.

    You do what you have to to stay alert whilst driving on a road trip. Our car was transformed into something from Eurovision without the trashtastic clothing and pulsating light display. Lady Gaga provided the beat to which we danced until we laughed, albeit, confined to a small seat in a metal and glass box, speeding down the highway at 70 miles an hour. The journey seemed fast. And we arrived alert. Now if I could just get that damn song out of my head everything will be fine.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on May 20, 2009 at 2:39 pm  Leave a Comment  
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reflection

   reflection 

    The other day I awoke earlier than usual. Outside my window the birds chirped and sang as the sun began to rise. I wasn’t ready to get up really, so I lay there with my eyes closed and listened to the birdsong. As I listened my mind began to drift, as it is prone to do so. I started to ponder life and why things happen. What is the meaning of it all? I do not have the answers, and nor do I want them. I like a little mystery.

    As I have spent countless hours pondering life’s mysteries over the course of my life,  and I have decided that there is no reasoning behind why things happen. Do you think that sounds harsh? I just feel that sometimes we humans are prone to analyse every little thing and sometimes you don’t NEED to do that. Sometimes you just need to go with the flow. There may not be a greater meaning. Perhaps we are just meant to, well, be.

    Taking into consideration, the time space continuum, chaos theory and even string theory, I have concluded one thing: crap happens. No reason. No mystery. I really don’t think the universe is trying to let me know that I need to appreciate everything in my life. If that were the case, the universe is obviously not paying close enough attention to me because I appreciate the hell out of everything in my life already. I am sure there is a theory somewhere that can explain all of this, I have no clue what that theory is but I have an understanding now and I feel sort of ok about it.

    A friend of mine whom I find to be extremely wise, pointed out to me that we are all parts of a larger whole. True. And within us, we also contain parts of that whole. That got me thinking as to how we are all interconnected. Everyone of us on the planet are actually the parts of a greater whole. Whether you choose for that to be taken literally, spiritually or figuratively is entirely up to you.

    I am not a religious person, but I do consider myself to be spiritual. The idea that we are all connected is greatly comforting if you take a moment to ponder the subject. In ways that we cannot comprehend, we are all small parts of a great whole, connected without our knowledge. Mull it over. Perhaps it will help you to feel better when things go awry. I know that this revelation doesn’t answer any questions and it certainly does not assuage any fears for the future. We all have those, we all have events that occur in our lives that we rather wish would not happen. Togetherness is a concept that does make me feel a little better about everything in general. Just knowing that we are not alone when we go through a crisis, no matter how big or small, alleviates some pressure for me. We are all in this together. United. Connected.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on May 19, 2009 at 6:54 pm  Leave a Comment  

finals

 finals

    * Disclaimer* I apologize that this is so long. I am recapping two episodes today. Please forgive me!

    And then there were three. It’s getting down to the wire now people, the final 3 contestants on American Idol. I am late with this because I wanted to make certain that I had watched it this week and I also figured I may as well have both episodes under my belt before I posted. Makes it a bit more fun that way. Then I can also add my two cents in about the final two as well!

     Danny does D’Arby. I wasn’t impressed. It was a bit cheestastic with the dancing. Who on earth decided to throw that choreography in there? That image of him gyrating may be burned into my retinas for days to come. Gee. I hope not. Anyway, he did well as always, but he won’t win. The judges liked him. Good. He had fun. Also good. I lost 2 minutes I will never get back. Not good. Round two and he sings ‘You Are So Beautiful’ and does a pretty good job! Still not gonna win though! I think Randy said ‘dude’ about 7,627 times during his review, dude.

    Next up is Kris. I have come to think of him as ‘little Kris’. I don’t know why. Just seems fitting. He does a really good job. I like the piano. He also looks pretty cute this week. Now I DO think he has a shot at winning. Why? Because he’s commercially viable. Who’s album would you buy? I wouldn’t buy either if I’m being honest. I never have purchased any Idol winner’s cd. Nor will I ever. Just not my thing. But, that being said, Kris is far more mainstream top 40ish and that is what sells cd’s. I am irked that Paula criticized a song SHE chose Kris to sing. Well then Paula, perhaps YOU should have picked a better song. No? Ugh. I am so over Paula and her antics. It was nice to see Paula going back to her roots, dressed as a wild west can can girl, on the vote off portion though.  Remember, I am critiquing two episodes at the same time. Try to keep up. Um. Kris’s second song. I didn’t like it. It sounded like he had a stuffy nose. Apparently Randy did not agree with me because he said it was better than the original. Turtleneck liked it as well. I couldn’t tell if Paula liked it, she commended him for being different. Does that mean she liked it? Or was she just not able to commit?  Simon seemed to enjoy his second song more than the first lame song choice. So it’s all good for Kris.

    Once again I was struck by the favouritism shown to Adam. Simon had to get special permission from U2 so that Adam could sing a special song. How special. I’m sure everyone else notices that he gets special lights, special stairs, and I think it’s a tad unfair. None of the others have received that sort of treatment. Ok so we KNOW Adam will win, is it because we have been swayed to vote for him with his grand production numbers? Perhaps. I was not swayed this week however. I think this was a weak performance from Adam. I could also see right down his throat and into his stomach. Charming. Adam does Aerosmith for song number two. Kill me now because I actually thought Adam’s sparklie tee was cute. I’d not be opposed to owning that. On to the song, he did an awesome job, really killed it! The song suited his glam-rock voice nicely. Good for you Adam. You took a song, and you made it your own (insert seal clap here).

    And so we come to the end. Everyone went back to their hometowns. There were parades. Crowds turned out to see their hometown heroes. Blah. Blah. Blah. It didn’t escape my notice that Katy Perry wore Adam’s name on her cape during her performance. Again, I think the producers should not have allowed that favouritism, I didn’t see Kris’s name on there. Never mind. Let’s get to the vote off shall we? Drum roll please…….Danny goes home! So there you have it. The final two competing for the crown next week are Adam (shocker) and Kris (actual shocker, not a facetious fake shocker)! Congrats dudes. Tune in next week for my final recap. And then there were two…

    That’s me then.

Published in: on May 14, 2009 at 5:38 pm  Comments (1)  
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cherish

 cherish

    Nine years ago today was one of the happiest days of my life. The sun was shining brightly. All the stars in the universe aligned. There was a slight chill in the air. Mother nature was kind enough to provide a light dusting of snow. Yes. SNOW. In may. But I did not care one smidge. Nothing could burst my wonderful little bubble. I was giddy with anticipation barely able to contain my joy. It was a great day. A day I will never forget. My wedding day.

     I was dolled up in a ridiculously puffy white dress and I am not too ashamed to admit that it took a small crew of people to navigate me and my dress through the limo doors. Or any doors that day. I looked like a cake decoration. No. I looked like a cake, well perhaps a cupcake, I am only small after all. Yes, I looked like a cupcake dripping with gallons of fluffy whipped icing. And I LOVED it. I felt like a princess. And like every lucky princess, I was marrying a handsome prince. Lucky indeed!

    DH and I have been together for many years now and I still feel like a lucky princess. My husband is definitely one of the most wonderful men in the whole world. Those of you who are fortunate enough to know him can back me up on that! He’s incredibly intelligent. Witty. Handsome. And he kills spiders promptly and without complaint. What more could you ask for?

    I am usually not one for sentimentality but thinking of my wedding day makes me smile and feel all gooey inside. I can still recall how happy I was when I walked down the aisle and my eyes met those of my husband to be. How handsome he looked! So calm and composed and so smiley as he stood at the alter. After the ceremony we had countless pictures taken. I hate having my picture taken, but THAT day, I was happy to stand for what felt like hours and grin my face off whilst the photographer snapped away. My cheeks actually hurt because I smiled so much that day. I had a defining moment as I walked up the staircase arm in arm with my husband and entered the hotel where we held our reception. A little girl standing with her mother inside the lobby squealed, ‘Look mommy! A BRIDE!’ My heart melted when I heard those words. A bride. I never really wanted to be a bride, but I was so overjoyed that I was one. I am still overjoyed to this day.

    I cherish the memory of that day. I cherish my darling husband. Thank you for nine wonderful years together. Happy Anniversary my handsome prince. I love you. Always and forever.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on May 13, 2009 at 2:38 pm  Comments (3)  
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twentythree

twentythree 

      Tomorrow is a big day. Well not a big day for me, or anyone I know personally, but it’s still a big day. It’s Robert Pattinson’s twenty third birthday. Yeah I know, it’s not important to you, and it’s not really important to me. Ok, so it’s a little important to me. I will claim that it is important only because it is blog worthy. Some of you know better, ahem, DH. Oh and I have a very special day of my own tomorrow, so I share it with Rob (insert gleeful giggle here). See honey, I DO love you more, I’m posting about my boyfriend today. Not on his actual birthday. Because tomorrow is DH’s special day, or one of them anyway, and I wouldn’t want Rob to detract from that.

    I vaguely remember being twenty three myself. Full of youthful impetuosity. Everything was still where it should be. Those were good times. I think at some point I declared, ‘Twenty three is the best age EVER!’ I still lie…I mean…stretch  the truth about my age at every possible chance. Sometimes if it’s dark enough, and if the recipient of my fib is drunk enough, I tell them I’m twenty three. Judge not, until you have walked a mile in my slightly worn, but still youth-fullish, shoes.

    What I have gained in knowledge, I have lost in elasticity. It’s sad, but it’s true. Some of you know what I’m on about. The ravages of time can be unkind. Well, perhaps it’s not that bad. I’ve seen worse. But if I am ever going to get the birthday boy to run away with me I’d better step up the skin care regime…

    I digress, this is not about me. It’s about you Rob. You and your youthful glow, your crooked boyish smile, your fantastically lush mop of hair, your chiseled angular jaw…I won’t go into more specifics…my mum sometimes reads this. So Happy Birthday Robert. I hope you get drunk and wake up without a hangover after having two hours of sleep and scarfing down a greasy cheeseburger at four in the morning because that’s what twenty three year olds do after all.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on May 12, 2009 at 2:45 pm  Leave a Comment  
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unthinkable

   unthinkable 

    Uh oh. Hell must have frozen over because last night the unthinkable happened. I went out and forgot to record Idol! I know, I know…how is that even possible? Trust me. It is possible. As a result I spent half the night trying to find the entire episode online. Not only was I unable to do that, but I was unable to find any performance. Ok so that’s not true. I found Allison’s. I thought she did a good job, but from what I gleaned from online blogs the judges were none too happy with her rendition. I can only assume Adam was great, so I’ll do just that. Yes, even at the risk of making an ass out of myself.

    So here’s all I know. It was Rock n’ Roll week. So far I can follow along with that, and I predict…erm…Adam did the best? Not an educated guess but I feel confident in my choice. I am going to go out on a limb and say that Paula looked horrid? Anyone? Can you back me up on that?

    I also ‘heard’ through the grapevine that there were duets as well. And there was some sort of tower mishap that prevented the contestants for rehearsing, or something like that. Honestly I am just making all this crap up…maybe.

    I guess I will have to pay close attention tonight. I promise I will. I might even blog about it tomorrow. I have a strong feeling that Danny will be ousted. Or maybe Kris. Ok, ok, it’s gonna be Allison. I really don’t know. Geez. This whole missed episode has made my brain freeze.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on May 6, 2009 at 2:21 pm  Comments (2)  

magnolia

   magnolia 

    My magnolia tree is in bloom! I am so excited about this. You can tell can’t you? It’s the first spring for my sweet little tree. Soft white petals grace the bare branches. My tree is the type that blooms in the spring before the leaves unfurl, which makes for a pretty showing of white flowers. I had no idea that the blossoms would be so fragrant, and so delicate, and just utterly lovely.   

    When I moved several years ago I was amazed to find magnolia trees growing at my local arboretum. I thought such things were only possible in warm humid climates. I was barely able to contain my joy when DH and I began our search for a new tree for our garden and we stumbled upon my little magnolia at a local gardening center. It will take many years for the 8 foot tree to grow sturdy and strong, so it’s protected  from the harsh winds that sometimes blow around our parts. I experienced a moment of panic last summer when we planted our newly acquired tree. Gale forced winds whipped through the garden and the small tree was buffeted about and bent almost to the ground. Luckily for me, my fabulous neighbour ran to the rescue. Within a few short minutes he was over in my garden with a sturdy contraption that supported my little tree and tethered it safely to the ground so that it would grow straight and sturdy. Phew!

    Because I now have my very own magnolia tree, I decided to do a little research and find out more about ‘Magdalene’, aptly nicknamed if I do say so myself. I discovered that fossilized specimens of  magnolia flowers have been found dating back 20 millions years, and fossils of magnolia plants have also been found,  dating back 95 million years. I had no idea the magnolia was such an ancient bloom. It has been on this planet a long, long time. Amazing. Since it evolved before the humble bumble bee, it’s flowers developed to encourage pollination from beetles. It’s nice knowing my tree is beautiful AND resourceful.

    Magnolias have been used in China for their medicinal qualities since 1083, since the bark has been found to contain a compound that has anti-anxiety properties. In parts of Japan, a specific type of magnolia leaf is used for wrapping food and also used as makeshift vessels in which meat and vegetables are grilled. Not only is it the state flower of Mississippi, but also the official state flower of Louisiana. And I thought it was just pretty. I had no idea that there were so many uses for the delicate flowers, leaves and bark. Shows how much I know. I guess it’s true, you do learn something every day.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on May 4, 2009 at 3:35 pm  Comments (1)  

rex

   rex 

    As you may have gathered from yesterday’s post, those of you who read it that is, my day did not go according to plan. After a lengthy phone conversation where much laughing ensued about said day, I took a step back and reassessed the situation. I was shown the way if you will. And thank you for doing so, you know who you are, because you helped me to see the humour in my day. If you don’t laugh you cry right?

    Well without going into too much detail because none of you really need to know what went down, let’s just say that my vehicle was bad. VERY bad, bordering on evil. Because that freaking car has put DH & myself through some rather unsavoury stuff lately. Not all the car’s fault, but I’d prefer to stay cryptic, so you can all just wonder why I am ranting about a hunk of metal. He/She knows what they did and at this moment in time they are being driven home to be parked in the garage so He/She can spend some time alone and think about what they did.

    I refer to the evil car in question as He/She because there has been much debate about how to refer to said vehicle. I like to think of the car as a he…and I dubbed him Rex, or Rexy, because of his make and model. Over the years he has been loving referred to as either the ‘Bat Mobile’ or our personal fave, the ‘Doll Car’. Our friends started calling him the ‘Doll Car’ because of his ridiculously small stature. Very unsuitable for a family with 3 kids all trying to get to separate sporting events, where sticks and balls and things with blades might be involved. But we are only two in our family. Three if you count our rather large princess of a dog. So a small car suits us just fine. Plus it has cool suicide doors. And you gotta love a 2 door car with hidden doors.

    Ok, so sometimes DH grumbles and complains that it’s not very practical when you purchase say, a dresser from Ikea. Then you are forced to midge rake in the parking lot looking for string or anything that you can tie the trunk closed with. But how often do you do that really? And it still makes me laugh my ass off thinking about that day…

    Pretty funny when you consider that my husband tried desperately to talk me into that car. I didn’t want it. No way. I wanted something else equally as impractical. Perhaps even a tad smaller. After much debating DH pulled out his trump card. Britney Spears. DON’T JUDGE. As it turns out she was photographed exiting our car. Well, not OUR actual car. Same make. Same model. DH knew I’d be putty in his hands after that. I am not admitting a weakness for Britney Spears, that would be foolish, and some of you would never let me live it down. Regardless, the car is ours. Warts and all. I hope he feels some remorse while he sits in the cold garage. It may be a while before he gets released from his time out.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on May 1, 2009 at 1:01 pm  Comments (1)  
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