Matt Bomer

  {top to bottom: glamour shot, wet t-shirt shot, out and about at the Grove with one of his 3 boys, on the set of White Collar}

If you  haven’t heard of Matt Bomer yet…you will.  Now my heart belongs to Castle, but Bomer’s portrayal of a con-man gone straight medium has gotten me a’twitter.  Imagine my delight then, when I heard that he will be joining the cast of male strippers in the Channing Tatum story, Magic Mike.  (Channing Tatum used to be a stripper in Florida before making it big in Hollywood)

Bomer’s show, White Collar is what brought him to my attention when I watched an episode on Netflix.  He plays a debonair chameleon who helps the FBI catch bad guys in exchange for a shortened sentence in the big house.  Bomer is so pretty it’s hard to believe he’s not gay…oh wait, yeah.  He’s gay.  But I can appreciate the handsome good looks all the same.  Plus, he’s a pretty good actor although the only thing I’ve seen him in is White Collar.  There’s just something about him.  Ooo la la.

My prediction: Keep your eyes open because this young pup is about to be cast all over the place.

Neon Pink Nails

Oh my ghetto fabulousness.  In a spur of the moment decision this evening, I pulled into a Robertson nail parlor on my way home.  It was late, I was sick of the traffic, and somehow my car just veered to the right and parked itself.  Badda-bing, badda-boom, the next thing I knew I was plopped in a seat getting my nails done.  By an Asian man.  Who was probably 20.  And built like a football player.  And that’s not even the strange part…

The last time I had my nails painted was the weekend I got married.  I am not a painted nails kind of gal.  Toenails, yes – love it.  Fingernails, not so much – with my lifestyle the paint is chipped in less than a day and then I spend a month looking like a homeless, goth teenager until I finally get out a cotton swab and take the last flakes off.  It’s beyond tacky.  So today when I found myself getting not just my toes, but my fingernails painted as well, I couldn’t believe it.  And neon pink?  Not red.  Not pink.  But a color so bright I can still see it when I turn off the lights.  Who am I?

I feel like that chic from Jersey Shore, but I’m digging it.  I think this might be my new thing – the girl who dresses in monochromatic neutrals, but who has ghetto-booty-shaking nails.

More Lonely Then I Thought I’d Be

Recently, my husband went out-of-town.  It wasn’t for long, and I knew it would be tough to hold down the fort alone, but never for one second did I consider how lonely I’d feel.  My entire life, I’ve thrived on alone time; time to read, watch bad movies, write my little stories, cuddle with the dog, and eat ice cream right out of the tub.  It’s been my nirvana.  But suddenly, this time, I felt at loose ends.

First of all, I missed the presence of another human being who could talk in full sentences.  Don’t knock full sentences until you go a day without one.  Not to mention that he’s potty-trained.  Never once has my husband pooped his pants and asked me to help him with it.  That’s gold in my book.

Secondly, I didn’t feel much like reading or watching a movie or even writing.  I just wanted to see him, eat dinner with him, tag team him in when our daughter started throwing her dinner on the floor.  I realized I liked my husband much better then I thought I did.  I mean, if I were a single parent, I’d get used to being alone.  Alone would be my normal.  But pathetic as it sounds, I was really glad we were in this together – because without him here, our bed was too big, our house was too quiet, and our children were going to do me in.

Each day the loneliness/missing an arm feeling got better, but still, it surprised the heck out of me.  Me, Miss Independent, missed my husband.  I never would have believed it if I hasn’t seen it for myself.

Golden Globe Fashion

While some people in Los Angeles have spent their day getting buffed, painted, and polished for the Golden Globes, I’ve spent the day cleaning and organizing…the garage.  It’s a sexy job and it was a hard decision to make: get a massage, have people wait on me hand and foot, and put on a dress that makes me feel like a fairy princess OR haul rusty paint cans to the sidewalk, sort through bags of hardware, and walk through one seemingly giant network of cobwebs.  My choice was made up for me when the invite for the Golden Globes got lost in the mail.

Strangely, it seems as if half of Hollywood has no idea what looks good on them.  (yes, my claws are out)  Here however, are the winners:

• Selma Hayek (awesome cleavage)
• Michelle Pfeiffer (win. win. win)
• Jessica Chastain (interesting and unique)
• Sofia Vergara (perfect)
• Kate Beckinsale (sweet, simple, gorgeous)
• Reese Witherspoon (risky, but I liked it)
• Emma Stone (interesting and provocative)
• Helen Mirren (finally, someone who gets how to dress her age)
• Diane Lane (so glamorous)
• Octavia Spencer (now that is how a curvaceous woman should dress)

And here are the LOO-sers:

• Jessica Lange (yikes)
• Missi Pyle (oh honey – where do I start)
• Tine Fey (no more mermaid strapless dresses please)
• Charlize Theron (weird and weird)
• the Mission Impossible chick in yellow (enough said)
• Zooey Deschanel (it was like a 50′s Hairspray commercial gone aspray)
• Maya Rudolph (boo-ring)
• Angelina Jolie (eat something would you?)
• Natalie Portman (is that baby fat on your hip or…?)
• Julianne Moore (great earrings – dull dress)
• Madonna (ouch. poor boobies)
• Freida Pinto (strange armpit fat going on)
• Melissa McCarthy (drab green? really?)

And then there’s Jessica Biel who I wanted to put in the best-dressed list because she looked fantastic except…what was up with that third boob?  And that’s all I saw so that’s all I can comment on.  The rest were just eh, you know, fine.

Leonard Cohen vs Scarface

Is it just me or does Leonard Cohen look a lot like Scarface (aka Tony Montana)?

A quick comparison…

Leonard Cohen                     Scarface

1. I’m Your Man                 1. I’m not your man and stay the hell off my property
2. Canadian                        2. Cuban
3. cult hits                            3. cult hitman
4. lost everything*             4. lost everything
5. suffers from depression                                                                                            5. suffers from sticking his face into big piles of cocaine

Seem pretty similar to me.

(*Cohen’s manager stole all his money)

My Worst Nightmare

Two nights ago during the symphony someone’s phone went off.  It was (duh-duh-duh-duh) the Marimba Ringtone.  

sooo loud…

sooo long…

sooo disruptive…

And that’s when the conductor halted the entire orchestra.  Eeek!

For the first time ever Maestro Alan Gilbert stopped the entire New York Philharmonic during its (what I am sure was superb) performance of Gustav Mahler’s Ninth Symphony.  The worst part is that the offender tried to pretend it wasn’t his/her phone going off.  So Maestro Gilbert told the musicians to stop playing, Lincoln Center became silent (except for Marimba! of course), and with great displeasure Gilbert turned and requested that the idiot turn off his phone.

Moral of the story?  Check your phone and then like Santa, check it twice.  Otherwise, pray and then if that doesn’t work, pretend you just had a baby.

Nauseated vs Nauseous

My mother, a stickler for all things correct, “gently” prodded me to understand the difference between two words that are used so incorrectly I just had to blog about them.  People, you are not nauseous (unless you are so disgusting that in fact, your person causes others to be sick); you are nauseated, you feel nauseated, you are overwhelmed with nausea.  It’s that easy.  Just stop being nauseous because well, you’re not.

Please start using these two words correctly.  You’re driving me insane.

See below if you need more help.  You’ll notice one is a verb and one is an adjective…and if you need help understanding the difference between those two, I give up.

nau·se·ate, nau·se·at·ed, nau·se·at·ing, nau·se·ates (intransitive & transitive verb)

1. To feel or cause to feel nausea.
2. To feel or cause to feel loathing or disgust.

nau·seous (adjective)

1. Causing nausea; sickening.

Shot and Killed

Sarah McKinley from Oklahoma City was home alone with her 3 month old son.  The girl is 18, her husband just died on Christmas of cancer…and that’s not even the story.  On New Year’s Eve, two men began breaking into her home; one of whom had been stalking her.  Armed with a huge hunting knife, the bad guys went from door to door of Sarah’s trailer.

Meanwhile, Sarah called 911 and asked (I love this part) if it was okay to shoot the intruders.  You can hear the taped recording below.  She stuck a bottle in her baby’s mouth to keep him quiet, picked up her shotgun and her pistol (note to self: have several guns around the house in convenient locations), and when the perp busted in waving his knife, she shot the dude dead.

The other man quickly surrendered and the cops arrived moments later.  The most amazing part of the story is that this 18-year-old girl who somehow ended up a widow and a mother before she’s even allowed to legally drink alcohol, never lost her cool and never hesitated.  She was like James Bourne meets Laura Croft.  Keep the baby quiet,   kill the intruder.  Wash hands and repeat if necessary.

Moral of the story: don’t mess with a mama bear…especially in Oklahoma.

 

5 Movies You May Have Missed in 2011, But Shouldn’t Have

1. Margin Call - A great movie about wall-street that seemed to come and go before anyone even knew it was in the theaters.  The studios did nothing to promote the film and when Sam and I tried to find it in L.A., the city of all things movie, we found it in only 1 theater.  Arguably one of the best films of 2011 with a particularly stellar performance by the show-stealing, Paul Bettany.
2. Midnight In Paris - My personal favorite of 2011, a film that made my imagination soar and then brought me back down to earth to appreciate what I have.  An ingratiating performance by Owen Wilson whose range is not well, expansive.  Mostly though, it’s Woody Allen’s writing and directing that make this film as magical as it is.  Not a movie to be missed.
3. Crazy, Stupid, Love - So much more than I expected and I’m not just talking about Ryan Gosling’s abs.  Sweet, romantic, sad, and surprisingly funny all at the same time; I left the theater after this one and gave my husband a hug.  Who ever said love was easy?
4. The Help - Yet another movie starring the gorgeous and ridiculously talented, Emma Stone.  I went into this film thinking I was about to see a comedy, but left with tears in my eyes.  For those of us who have grown up in a brave new world, this flashback into the deep south is heart-wrenching.  Talk about some mean women, phew.
5. Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy - Even if you’ve read the book, this movie sucks you in and holds you underwater until you’re gasping.  Slow and methodical, with nothing sexy or James Bondish about it, this is a great spy thriller for those who like the genre.  And forget about action; except for an incredibly disturbing scene at the beginning, the excitement of this movie is all in the head.

(Bonus) Moneyball - I know you think I added this one onto my list because of the gorgeousness that is Brad Pitt (which helps the movie for sure), but that’s not it.  For me to be able to sit through a sports movie and leave the theater with a smile on my face says a lot.  It’s undeniably a good film and even if you’ve got zero interest in the game that is baseball, it’s still a movie you shouldn’t miss.  Plus, there is the Brad Pitt factor.

A Bed On My Airplane – Priceless

Picture this: you’re in a private suite, snuggling up to your honey.  The doors are shut, the curtains are drawn, and the two of you (after eating a delicious meal of course) are changing into your pajamas and pulling down the sheets of your full-size bed.  Oh and you’re a little over 40,000 feet in the sky.

All for a mere drop in the bucket.

Singapore Airlines now offers it’s passengers “A bed unlike any other. For the first time ever in air travel, experience the pleasure of sleeping on a distinctively designed, standalone bed; not one converted from a seat. Our signature turndown service, with fine linen and plush, full-sized pillows, ensures a restful slumber.” (Singapore Airlines Suites)

I looked  up a roundtrip flight from Houston to Singapore and was quoted $15,366.42 per passenger.  Sounds like a steal!  For being comfortable, looking great compared to all those schlubs in coach, and never having to land with swollen ankles, 15k seems to be not enough if you ask me.  Renting a private jet for the same route starts at about $500,000 and that doesn’t even guarantee you a bed.  According to AirRoyale.com I could pay almost 3 million dollars for the luxury of a bed – and the ones in the picture don’t even look that comfortable.

I think Singapore Air has sold themselves short.  A private bedroom for me and my honey should be at least 100 grand.  I mean, please.  Don’t make me look cheap.