I am getting really good at racquetball.I even have the hand blisters to prove it.I actually won a game today.I now have a glove and special protective eye wear.Like a PRO.I am B.A.D. A.S.S.. PS. Ladyfriends…..GOOD way to meet guys. Not that I am looking…but There are never chicks playing. Only athletic, fairly good-looking albeit extremely sweaty men. They may have some sort of aggression issues to work out but hey at least they are taking out on the court.
I hold a flame in my fluttering heart for Sean Connery. I caught a glimpse of him recently in the movie “The Rock”. Flanked by gorgeous, young actors he still managed to pull focus completely. I cannot pinpoint what makes this epic legend so sexy….his charisma? his accent? his black eyebrows?I can’t smell his pheromones and he could be my dad….or grandfather even. Gross.But boy, I wouldn’t throw him outta bed for eating crackers. or Biscuits.Unless he hit me of course. He has apparently made comments in the press about women who want a smack.Okay, let’s pretend he never said it
Ramen Noodles…. How do I love thee? I love thy 29 cent price, your luscious slippery pasta, the powdery Beef flavor adds a punch of deliciousness. I suffer from saliferous bloating for days after…but still I yearn for thee.
Okay, so my Beau brought it to my attention that I often Blog and refer to him as my “beau”. I personally like the word. Noone really gives it the attention it deserves and it’s under used. Except as a name. Which also strikes my fancy should I be blessed with a child in the next few years- as my Mother prays for every night. I had my own ideas of what it meant but if you look it up….as he so fastidiously did..the definition is as such: 1. A man with a reputation for fine dress and etiquette; a
“That’s Gunna Leave A Mark” Racketball.This is what happens when you try and play with the big boys. I got whacked in the nose. Not once, but twice.By my own serve.I have decided to embark on some new athletic endeavors lately. The beau introduced me to racketball.one word? two words? Racket ball? Racketball? Who knows.It was a lot of fun. Until I got nailed in the schnoz.I would hit that ball with such force, an amazing shot of course, and relish in the moment until I realized that that very impressive serve was coming right back at me.It is like you are a
This past tuesday night I attended The Reality Bash with my bestie and former co-host Miss Chelsea Cannell. We went to support our former “That Morning Show” co-host Mark Long because he was hosting the thing. Chels and I got all dolled up to hit the red carpet. I cannot wait to see the video interview we did because it was hilarious. We made no sense and giggled like we were 12 years old and in line for a Bieber concert. Regardless, we couldn’t have been the biggest train wrecks….it was a gathering of Reality show people for crying out loud.There
So this week I had the opportunity to work on “Curb Your Enthusiasm” as a featured background actor. Basically I did a lot of pantomiming and pretending to eat the gross mashed potatoes they put in front of me that smelled like Gravy Train. Aside from the stinky carbs the experience was amazing. I recently started taking an Improv class which I adore and watching Larry David just go off over and over again was a marvel and quite pertinent to what I am being taught by my instructors at Hothouse Improv. No take was the same. No laugh was from the
There is a little girl who means more to me than I can even express. She is not my niece but I selfishly announce that she is a part of my bloodline…often. This precious cherub with a sassy mouth just turned 4…. going on 17. Her birthday was last Sunday. I have never been to anything more fun in my entire life. About 10 little girls had the opportunity to attend this shin-dig (sp?) at a party hall called “Lollipop Dreams”…plus one really big girl(me). I think I had more fun that they did.This place is heaven for princesses in the making. This
I attended my best friend’s father’s memorial service last week. I have never been so blown away with the strength and elegance of someone so young and so clearly heartbroken. She stood in front of 600 sullen people in that warm glow of the welcoming Episcopal church and made them laugh. She reminded them of how truly wonderful, giving and brilliant the man whom raised her and touched all of their lives truly was. In that moment, she was as brilliant as he. She didn’t write a thing down….ironic considering her father was an award winning, world-famous, genius scribe. He would have been
Why must we look so scary as we pursue ultimate beauty?I am officially a REDHEAD. And really loving it. It is truly amazing how people treat you differently based on your hair color. As a blonde, you get whatever you want. As a brunette you get respected…………. and ignored. As a redhead everyone thinks you are unpredictable. I am still deciding which treatment I like best. In the meantime, pray that my hair doesn’t fall out completely from all the chemicals.Here is a shot of the finished product. The pic is dumb. Don’t make fun. Yes, I am a lumberjack.