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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boyfriend

boyfriend

    Since I am alone this week, I have decided to spend some quality time with my boyfriend. Before you brand me with a scarlet A let me explain. Yes I am married. Yes I have a boyfriend. So, alright he doesn’t know that he’s my boyfriend but that’s just a minor technicality. My DH is ok with him so you should all be ok with him too. It’s a pretty ideal situation really. Win win all round. Well except for that whole ‘he has no idea of my existence and even if he did I’d have no hope’ thing. But I try not to let that dissuade me.

    I spent last night watching my boyfriend…ahem…I mean Robert Pattinson, in quite the craptastic movie called ‘Ring of the Nibelungs’. If you haven’t seen it, you’re not missing much. I still watched it anyway. Mostly because I have already seen ‘Twilight’ a squillion times and I needed a break from the perfection that is Edward Cullen. I don’t stoop so low as to drool over Rob in ‘Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire’ because  he was only 19 and that’s just a wee tad too creepy for me, so I won’t be adding that film to the queue. It’s not THAT Rob that I find attractive anyway. Still, I will take any opportunity to watch, talk about, or stalk him online. Ok, ok, I’m kidding… ish.

    So tonight I may curl up with some popcorn and delve into ‘The Haunted Airman’. I have to get my quality time in with the boyfriend before DH gets back home. Even though DH is ok with my ROBsession it doesn’t mean that he wants to join me in the movie fest. No, that might be too awkward, even for me.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on April 16, 2009 at 2:10 pm  Comments (3)  
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crush

crush   

     I want to tell you something. It’s not really a secret so I may as well just go ahead and say it……I have a crush on Robert Pattinson. Who the hell is that? If you have never heard of him I am going to assume that you live in a cave in the furthest reaches of some pre-Pleistocene glacial hinterland. OR, perhaps you just have better things to do with your time than keep up with who is au courant in the world of celebrity.

    Is it abnormal for a grown woman…ahem…a grown MARRIED woman to be crushing on some random actor? Well, no. I don’t see the harm. Even my husband doesn’t see the harm, in fact I think he is highly amused by my growing level of obsession. I like my crush, my crush makes me happy. And happy is a good place to be. But unless you shun all forms of media you must have either heard of him, or seen his face plastered on the front of some rag mag. Rob (I call him that, I will assume he doesn’t mind) is a quirky British actor who has recently been catapulted into the feeding frenzy of fame because he starred in a little movie called ‘Twilight’. Oh he’s been around for a few years, some of you may have seen his portrayal of Cedric Diggory in ‘Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire’. Before you start creeping out, I was not all giddy over him when he was 19, no no no, it was a few years later…much later. Ok so I drooled over him in ‘Twilight’ in spite of his acting ability, because damn it, he looks HOT! I mean holy freakin’ hell….will you LOOK at him!?

    But just so you don’t leave me thinking I am some vacuous harpie who is only attracted to looks….that’s not why I like my crush. He’s quirky, funny, and he seems intelligent. I am not going to tell you that I have watched him in hours of YouTube video interviews. No. I am not going to tell you that. He’s very charming in those videos…not that I have seen them, and he has such a dorkishness about him that I can’t help but find him utterly adorable. Oh, and he wore a tux when he presented at the Oscars this year. He seemed nervous and uncomfortable as he stood there on stage, being watched by millions, but he looked great in his tux. He looked dashing. He looked drool worthy. Sigh…..

    That’s me then.

Published in: on March 27, 2009 at 2:08 pm  Comments (1)  
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