Presents from Scotland

So this really hot guy half my age sent me presents. It was totally sweet of him, but he’s like that…obviously a giver. My daughter and I haven’t decimated all the chocolate yet, but it’s obviously been ravaged. It’s funny to us that the Cadbury chocolate bars have different names than they do in the US. Well, they are different kinds of bars than we have too.

The candles, shower gel and scent are all really nice too. They smell a lot like Fallen Angel, this perfume a co-worker brought me from England many years ago. Fallen Angel came from Pecksniff’s a bespoke perfumery. Last year, I contacted Pecksniff’s online in an effort to get more Fallen Angel. No dice. They don’t make it any more. So, I was even more delighted by the stuff Darrie sent me because it smells so like Fallen Angel which I adore.

There was another gift in the package which maybe I shouldn’t talk about here. It was of a… ahem, personal nature. The funny thing is about items of a personal nature… I’ve never been one to use them much. I’ll give this one a whirl though just because Darrie thought enough of me to send it.

I’m much better at giving gifts than receiving them. I’m about to send my Shiny a belated birthday gift, which I hope she likes. I tried to make her a calendar, each month depicting a different character that she writes at the Bar. However, I’ve discovered that this requires high res images and I haven’t been able to get those for all of her characters so I’ve made her something else with her favorite character, Johann Kohl on it. I know it would never top the present her DH got her, a new cell phone, but hey, I’m sure she’ll like it. What’s not to like about a gift with Chris Evans’ face on it?

It’s been a present kind of season from October until now. Jen’s birthday started out October, then Darrie and I had birthdays at the end of October. After that, it was Christmas and now Valentine’s day is coming. Soon, my kid will be another year older! ACK! I so didn’t want to go there…

Well, it was awesome getting a gift from Scotland. I’m not sure how much, if any, Darrie’s girlfriend Nik assisted in the gift purchasing, but MUAH! to both Darrie and Nik. You’re special peeps, and I luvs ya!

Laters everyone!

Feeding the Andrei Obsession

Getting an email, even an automated one, shouldn’t be so damned exciting as to make me go instantly to a website to see a video. But the one I got about Andrei Andrei’s new video on his blog sent me instantly racing to see it. Feeding my obsession can sometimes be damned rewarding, but this one was a little disappointing. Now, I do have to say that the music was better in this video than the last one. However, there is much less of Andrei, which was the disappointment. It’s got some startling imagery, but still, visually speaking, the first music video was better because there was so much more Andrei. The weird thing about both of these videos is that I have no clue what language either of them is in.

Americans are so arrogant, you know. Especially about music. If musicians aren’t singing in English, we don’t even consider them a viable talent. The second video, the one shot in a museum in Romania, that woman can sing. I like her voice. The first video, the one shot in Lebanon, that music and singer sucks ass. It could be the style of music that turns me off rather than the singer herself, but I just didn’t like it.

One would think, having been classically trained and having sung in French, German, Italian, Spanish, and Latin, as well as English, that I wouldn’t be as arrogant as most Americans. I am. I admit it. I have blinders on just like a lot of other people. Okay, maybe my blinders aren’t as big as other people’s. I like Shakira. I like Andrea Bocelli. I like Leslie Feist. Shakira sings in Spanish, Andrea in Italian, and Feist in French. None of them are Jim Morrison, but hey, I like ’em!

So, yeah, The End has still been playing in my head. That and Nikki Sixx’s Heroin Diaries. Both deal with death so I guess you could say the whole Heath Ledger tragedy is still in the back of my head. The thing I keep wondering is how it would feel to be Naomi Watts. I mean, the woman was with him for years, longer than Michelle Williams was, even though they didn’t have a kid together. (Naomi had one with Liev Schreiber after she and Heath broke up.) I can’t imagine how devastated she must feel. You’re with someone for a long time but things don’t work out… Doesn’t mean a part of you doesn’t still love him, will always love him… Yeah, Naomi Watts is the one I feel for. They always appeared very devoted to one another in public so I imagine her grief is astounding.

To get back to the more happy and amusing things in life, here is a shout out to my bitch Shiny who is having a birthday today. May you be as big a goat girl at 90 as you are today! Luvs ya baby! MUAH!

That’s it for today folks. Laters!

The Video Shot in Romania

The Video Shot in Lebanon


Fake Horses & Pornfest

I love Trotter. He always makes me laugh. In a different way than Irish because, God and the sim knows, they have completely different styles of humor. Trotter is a friend from the horse racing sim game I play. Trot’s wise with a dry sense of humor and a frank appreciation for women. I whined in the sim chat that no one was commenting on my blog. Trot says, “Where’s the pics?” We all thought the same thing… Trot wanted nekkid women which reminds me of pornfest. So I decided I would talk about Trotter today. Trotter, the sim, and pornfest.

Pornfest is a creation of my S.O. Rott. Rott hooked up all the TVs in the condo to a porn feed from his DVD player. You can see porn in virtually every room in the house – he calls it Pornfest. Of course, when my kid was younger he could only do Pornfest when she went to her dad’s for the weekend or when we were gone for the day at work and school.

I used to tell the story of Pornfest in the sim chat room and most of the guys were complimentary. I mean, c’mon… what man isn’t into porn? The only ones I’ve ever met who didn’t like it were the holy rollers. And they prolly did too but just wouldn’t admit it. Just because you believe in God or Jesus doesn’t mean you can’t get turned on by people having sex.

Trotter is unabashedly male. I can smell the testosterone through the computer, I swear. He’s low key about it… not like Vett and his Girls Gone Wild attitude. No, Trotter is suave and uses his dry humor to advantage. I always think of him as the James Bond of the sim. Shaken, not stirred. Although I suppose in Trot’s case he’s stirred, not shaken! LOL So if Trot’s Bond, I guess that makes Irish Felix Leiter. Felix is the CIA agent who is Bond’s pal. He’s the Jerry Lewis to Trot’s Dean Martin. They are both hot as hell to the sim females although some of them refuse to admit it and prefer to hit on Greg. Heh.

Greg’s charm not withstanding, all the women seem to acknowledge Trot as the man about town (and the sim) that he is. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one disagree with him in the sim chat. Unless we’re talking sires and breeding. EVERYONE disagrees about THAT. It’s the universal cause of discord because no two people agree on breeding except the Super guys from Del Penn. I’ve never seen such fighting as the simmers do over breeding fake horses. Breed this one over. No, don’t. This is a good breeding. No, it’s not. Dixie Union is a good sire. I’ve never had the urge to use him. And on and on. I know, if you’re reading this and you’re not from the sim you’re going WTF is she yammering about?

The people from the sim are as fierce about it as others are about porn. Some people can’t live without at least a little porn entertainment in their lives. The simmers can’t live without their fake horses and the whole sim lifestyle of breeding and training and betting. Okay, some of the simmers can’t live without porn either. Like Trotter insinuating that he wouldn’t comment on my blog unless I posted pics… meaning naked ones. Maybe I’ll post a naked Kelly Monaco just for him this week. LOL

I guess we all have our obsessions. Mine is Marcus. Ok, and the sim. *sigh* Okay, Pornfest too. You got me there. Now I’ve confessed to everything. Well, maybe not everything. Heh. Time for me to go. The hot grocery delivery guy is due here anytime with my food! Just another little obsession of mine… like the fake horses and pornfest. Only this obsession breathes. Heh Heh.

Laters peeps!

Anderson Cooper I Love You

Why is it that everyone assumes that you watch TV? My boss comes out of his office and says, “Hey did you see such and such last night on the History Channel?” When I say no, he kinda looks at me blankly. The same thing happened today with one of the Bar writers. He mentioned a character from Stargate Atlantis and I said, “No clue. I don’t watch TV.” One of the other writers had to use a character from a novel as the analogy – Adrian the Betrayer. Ok, Adrian I know. Ronon from Stargate, big blank. I wonder if I’m missing some character opportunities here by not watching TV series.

Now, it’s really not fair of me to say I don’t watch TV because I do. I can show you the cable and electricity bills that prove it. I just don’t watch the big 3 networks nor do I watch series television. I used to but it all bores me now and I get antsy sitting looking at the tube through all the commercials and stuff. I watched pretty much the entire Sopranos show over the years. The last two seasons were hard for me to sit through though.

What I watch is TVG. I’m a horse racing idiot. I love it. Sometimes I like it on in the background while I’m working so I can look over and watch all the really good races and the interviews which are often informative or funny. I love Matt Carruthers. He cracks me up. But no one else I know, except the simmers at derbyfever.com, even know who he is.

I watch the Weather Channel too. I like the storm and disaster stories. That’s me rubbernecking like an idiot ogling a car accident on the 22 freeway. That Jim Cantore… hot. Dude is way hot. The other thing I watch is CNN. I am nuts about CNN. I think I got addicted to it during the first Gulf War when they were broadcasting through the bombing. It was amazing. One of the high points of television’s history to me.

Truthfully, while Larry King is ok and Wolf Blitzer is too, I hate the morning program at CNN. I miss Soledad O’Brien. I hate Kieran Chetry. She couldn’t even say the name ZOE correctly on the New Year’s Eve show! God, I cringed. What a MORON! She was distracting me from my main reason for watching… Anderson Cooper. God I love that man. His sense of humor, the way he pokes fun at himself… but the dude is smart. Way, f-ing smart. I don’t mind the grey hair either. Heh… he has more than me! Woot!

All the speculation about whether he’s gay or not… who gives a shit? I sure don’t. I just love the man. I don’t care who he has sex with as long as I can turn on CNN and see him smile at me. And I really think he’s one of those people who cares about his viewers in the sense that he doesn’t see us as cattle but as people who watch him to become informed. I honestly don’t think he has a fat head about himself. I love him so much I even have an Anderson Cooper wallpaper… he’s in a red CNN jacket being buffeted by Katrina. The high point of my love for the man, that I would put him on my desktop. What can I say? If you make it to my desktop you are golden.

So really… I watch TV. I just don’t watch the stuff YOU watch. I watch a little football sometimes. I watch Speed Channel sometimes… usually the Craftsman Truck Series cuz it’s on after TVG Quarters is finished on the weekend. You know, Jen even got me to watch an entire episode of Men In Trees once. Ok, I fell asleep for about 15 minutes in the beginning half because it was boring and Scott Elrod wasn’t in that half hour much. I even tried to watch that Moonlight vamp show because Victor Webster was on. My co-worker Linda keeps saying the vamp is so fine… but pffft. Vic just blew him away for looks. I will watch Victor Webster any day. Um, except that day… I only managed about 15 minutes. Then I got antsy and bored and changed back to CNN.

I guess I have a You Tube attention span these days. I can watch the Mean Kitty Song over and over. Hey little Sparta… And Gunther… too f-ing funny! Do NOT mention the jar of dirt one to me though. I’m not that big a Johnny Depp fan. Ok, I’m done. I guess I just wanted to say that I really do watch TV. It’s just that I would be a lot more interested in the medium if there was an Anderson Cooper channel.

Laters peeps!

The Man Who Was Left Behind

The picture above is Andrei Andrei. The one below is me and Paul. Don’t you think Paul looks a little like Andrei? Paul’s the man I had but couldn’t have. He’s the one I left behind. I think I left something behind with him too and it wasn’t my Nagel or my sheets from Neiman Marcus or even the half a gold heart on a chain… I think it was a little piece of me. Ah, well. Such is life.