Friday, February 27, 2009

When I Look In Your Eyes I Go Crazy

I'm not sure if I like to know about people like this because it's good to know there are people in the world who are good and kind and love animals...or because it's good to know that there are people in the world who are crazier than I am. Find out more about the Caboodle Ranch here.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Spinnin' Wheels Gotta Go 'Round

The Handsomest Man Alive and I have agreed after much discussion and gnashing of teeth that we both need to involve ourselves in a diet and exercise regimen. The parameters of our individual diet and exercise programs have not been hammered out, but I'm hoping that it will not be this laugh out-loud funny to onlookers. I also hope that if I'm caught on videotape doing any sort of atheletic activity that the music is the theme to "Chariots of Fire" and not this crazy surfer guitar. Who can maintain their dignity with that soundtrack?

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Midnight at the Oasis

Happy Fat Tuesday! Packzi is the reason that the best place to be in the world to celebrate Fat Tuesday is Detroit.

I have new job duties that are keeping me busy all day long. I haven't completely figured out how to blog on a daily basis and do everything that I need to do at the office. So I've just got a few links today to pass along until I figure it all out.

It was a starry, starry night at the Oscars. Only the stars were in the skies rather than the seats. Don't cry for Mickey Rourke, he's about to land a part in another film that will have a honey of a paycheck.

White House Chief of Staff Rahm Emmanuel's attempt to catch up on Oscar bait before the Academy Awards was foiled. Don't forget, President Obama's telling us all what's on his mind tonight. Meanwhile, Mrs. O has been busy hosting dinner parties and flying on Air Force One.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Accidentally Live On The Red Carpet!

Yes, that is me on the red carpet with Oscar's golden buttocks in the background. I know what you're asking yourself...what is she doing at the Academy Awards without having her hair and make-up done professionally? I was wondering that same thing. On Friday morning, I took a commuter train to downtown Burbank and then caught a shuttle to my office. In the afternoon, I caught another shuttle to North Hollywood where I got on the subway going downtown. Usually, I get off at the Hollywood & Highlands complex and get on a bus to the Grove where I meet up with the Handsomest Man Alive for a little Happy Hour cocktail to celebrate the 'Yabba-dabba-do' arrival of the weekend. But this past Friday what I didn't realize was that Hollywood Blvd. had been completely shutdown for the Oscars ceremony pre-show set-up. So when I came up from the underground, instead of a bus stop -- it was a red carpet. What the...? After inquiring with a security guard, I walked east on Hollywood Blvd. to what he claimed was another bus stop...but after a mile, I turned around and limped back because I never found anything that looked remotely like a bus stop. I did find many Korean tourists, a few drug dealers, a hooker or two (or at least some women who need to rethink their fashion choices) and a homeless man who spits when he's not talking to himself. By the time I made it back to Hollywood & Highland, I was sweating and my feet were blistered. I was frustrated and upset. I called the Handsomest Man Alive who agreed to come rescue me. And once he arrived, magically my fortunes changed. We decided to explore the red carpet area. Let's face it! It's as close as we'll ever come. We've got an entire photo album featuring us -- looking joyous albeit unprofessionally styled -- on the Academy Award red carpet. Eat your heart out, Ryan Seacrest!