My Guilty Pleasures…

28 02 2006

Okay, so I’m totally stealing this from Izzy, who stole it from whoever she stole it from and so on and so forth…here are MY guilty pleasures.

1.) Television Shows. This has got to be my biggest guilty pleasure. My sister tells me that I watch too much TV, but do you think I cut back on it? Hell no. I love all of my shows too much to give them up, I have countdowns to my favorite shows when they go on hiatus (like Prison Break) Every Sunday, I’m always at Jessica’s house or our friend Les’ house watching the latest Grey’s Anatomy and I’m always on the phone with Jess, texting about the latest performer on American Idol or the latest cast off on The Bachelor, or crying on the phone during Related, laughing my ass off at another one of House’s stupid comments. No one can call or talk to me during one of my shows, cause Medusa will come out and show herself, and you really don’t want to see that…I’m so glad that I live in these days, because if I were to have been born in the medieval times, I really don’t know what I’d do with myself without the come back of Prison Break to look forward to…and I really don’t want to know.

2.) Hot Male Celebrities. I post on an online romance novel bulletin board, I’m the resident eye candy pimp! I’m in charge of the Hottie of the Week posts on our board, why? Because I’m addicted to finding pictures of hot male celebrities, from Brad Pitt to David Beckham, and Jeremy Bloom, give me a name, I’ll find you tons of hot pictures of them for you, pictures you’ve never seen before, old pictures you have forgotten about, I’m talking ANY picture, I’ll find it, they don’t call me Good Eye for the Hot Guy for nothing…My sister told my mom the other day that I’m internet stalking Jeremy Bloom, it’s horrible that I get such great pleasure out of spotting a new hot picture of a hot guy!

3.) Texting. It’s ridiculous how many text messages I send and receive every month. You know how you have a listing of your texts in your bill? All of my texts compiled together comes out to about four and a half pages, sick with it, huh? I just can’t help it…I text everyone and everywhere, while I’m driving to church, IN church, at the grocery store, in line at the DMV, it’s retarded how addicting it can be..but I love it.

4.) Romance Novels. Dude, don’t get me started on how many times I have lost myself in one of my romance novels and Brenna is yelling to get my attention, or my phone is ringing and I don’t hear it. I love reading happy endings and the journey the couple in the story goes through to get to their happily ever after and I can’t forget to mention that all of the heros are all alpha males that I just love LOve LOVE…the dishes can wait.

5.) Wild Cherry Pepsi. If I go too long without having one of these, I.GO.CRAZY. So don’t ever try to get in the way…LOL.

Gosh, I’m so lame…but oh well, you love me anyway…(all three of you guys!)


Because I Love You…

27 02 2006

…a friend of mine is in a relationship that started out way great and is now, not so great. Her boyfriend is an alcoholic, he drinks all the time and he’s not a social drinker either, he drinks to get drunk and it’s really not attractive at all. Even more though, is that he’s a voilent drunk and she told me that a look comes into his eye when she tells him that he’s had enough to drink, he hasn’t hit her, but I can tell that it’s only a matter of time before he does.

And she’s scared.

I keep telling her to dump him, if she loved him and he’s treating her like a two bit skank, then maybe a wake up call is in order.

I agree with her that her boyfriend is a really sweet guy, because he is. He has his moments, he’s really good with kids, he’s got a good head on his shoulder when he bothers to use his head at all, but does all of those good traits make up for the very real possibility that he might turn on her and hit her in a drunken rage?

She has no idea why he feels the need to drink so much, but he does. He drinks all the time with his friends, who come over to their house. They ALWAYS get loud and the night always ends up in a screaming match because she hides the alcohol as soon as she thinks he had enough. When he’s drunk, he doesn’t care who’s around, he’ll yell at her, belittle her and just make her out to be this really big bitch, when in truth she’s only trying to help him out.

“Because I love him,”

That seems to be her answer to the “Why don’t you leave him?” question I ask her everytime she gripes about her relationship. She’s a young woman, who is decent looking and can do way better than her boyfriend, but she stays because she, “loves” him.

Is it enough to stay in a horrible relationship because you love them?

Movie Review: Just Like Heaven.

26 02 2006

When David sublets his quaint San Francisco apartment, the last thing he expects–or wants–is a roommate. He begins to make a complete mess of the place when a pretty young woman, named Elizabeth, suddenly shows up, adamantly insisting the apartment is hers.

David assumes that there’s been a giant misunderstanding, until Elizabeth disappears just as mysteriously as she had appeared. Changing the locks does nothing to deter Elizabeth, who begins to appear and disappear at will–mostly to rebuke David for his personal living habits in her apartment. Convinced that she is a ghost, David tries to help Elizabeth cross over to the “other side.” But while Elizabeth has discovered she does have a distinctly ethereal quality–she can walk through walls–she is equally convinced that she is somehow still alive and isn’t crossing over anywhere. As Elizabeth and David search for the truth about who Elizabeth is and how she came to be in her present state, their relationship deepens into love. Unfortunately, they have very little time before their prospects for a future together permanently fade away.

I can’t say enough sweet things about this movie, because this was one of the sweetest movies I saw last year and I was uber excited to get the DVD last week. I watched this with the sick niece and while I didn’t cry this time around, the niece did and when I looked over and counted 12 tissues sitting in front of her, I couldn’t help but laugh.

This movie is about Elizabeth the workaholic who is all work and no play and one night she gets into this really bad car accident on her way to her sister’s house and she’s in a coma. David sublets her apartment and starts to think he’s going crazy when Elizabeth’s spirit takes up residence right alongside him. A love story errupts from their time spent arguing over exactly “who’s” apartment it is and really it was just so sweet to see these two go at it.

Mark Ruffalo is a total stud in this movie, I always get little movie crushes on him whenever he stars in a chick flick, LOVED him as Matty in 13 Going on 30 and my crush came back with this movie. I love him! Reese Witherspoon did a great job in this movie too, it was just so much fun to see the chemistry between these two on screen, they did a really good job with this movie and I totally recommend this movie to all you chick flick lovers, this is a good one!

Eye Candy Friday: Johnny Messner.

24 02 2006

Today, I’ll let the pictures do all the talking. Enjoy ladies…

Remember this from Tears of the Sun? YUMMY!

You’re welcome.

How I Met My Ex, Paul.

23 02 2006

It’s all Suzanne Brockmann’s fault too. Really it is.

I picked up Into the Night by Suzanne Brockmann because a lot of ladies on this bulletin board that I posted at were gushing about it and being the nosy person that I am, I picked it up and zipped right through it and fell in love with Mike Muldoon, WHOA he’s one hot stud, but more than Mike, I developed a bit of a crush on Sam Starrett, one of the secondary characters in the book and I read Into the Night, not knowing there were many books that came before it.

I zipped through the other books, felt a bit bad because I paid more attention to Sam’s budding romance with Alyssa Locke then to the main couples in the other stories. Couldn’t help it, I was obsessed with reading more about Sam and with each and every other book that I read, I became a bit more obsessed with him and reading his happy ending, if anyone deserved a happy ending, it was Sam f**king Starrett.

By the time I reread Into the Night (it was the last book at the time) I was more than in love with Sam, I was freaking obsessed…ask Izzy, she’ll tell you just how obsessed I was. Sam was all I wanted to talk about, read about (I can’t tell you how many times I read all of the Sam/Alyssa scenes in EVERY book up until then). I would hear songs on the radio and I would try to make the song somehow relate to Sam, seriously??? It was bad.

So bad, that I wanted my own Navy Boy…didn’t have to be a SEAL (although it would have been mighty nice) *sigh*. But I didn’t know anyone in the Navy, all of my friends were in the Marines, but yeah, whatever…I came across a post on the bulletin board talking about being a pen pal to the soldiers serving overseas, soldiers that are away from their homes and everything they know, this person who posted this message was urging us to become pen pals to these soldiers, so that they have mail to open and I thought, BINGO! I can do this.

How the pen pal thing worked, is you would send a message of your own and send it off to this site. Your message would get sent to all of the soldiers inbox and whoever wanted to respond to your mail, would and wah lah! You’ve got yourself a soldier pen pal or two or a hundred. After I sent my mail, like an hour later, I had three responses in my inbox, so I read them and sent another email back to each of them, thinking, how cool is this???

When I woke up the next morning, I had over a hundred emails waiting for me in my inbox from all different soldiers on different boats, in different cities, just all over the damn place. I was flabbergasted that THAT many soldiers, wanted me to be their pen pal. A huge chunk of them were only interested in seeing naked pictures of me and those were the ones that got weeded out real quick. But there was another huge chunk of them that really wanted to get to know me and so in order for me to weed more of these guys out, I started a questionaire and sent them out, I would read ALL of the replies and if I liked your answers, you got another email from me, and if I didn’t like your answers, it was the end of the road for you. I continued to ask question after question until a few weeks later, there was only about 3 guys that I corresponded with that I actually liked.

I wrote them every day for like a month when one of the guys (Paul), asked me if I was still writing all those other soldiers, I told him that I only keep in contact with three guys but I had a crush on one of them. There was one of the guys that I thought was so flippin’ hot and for that reason alone, I kept him around, never mind he bored me to tears with his emails, I just liked to look at him, so he stayed. Some of these guys were something else, they would email me some of the craziest things and Paul, would ask me about them, some of the guys he knew, some of the guys he didn’t, but he became my confidant. I would ask him, if this guy is a jerk, I would have him read some of my emails and some made us laugh and some emails he’d tell me, “STAY away from this guy, he’s crazy!”

Paul and I got so close that I completely neglected the other guys and paid attention to only his emails, looked forward to reading only his emails, I developed a serious crush on this guy. We emailed everyday, sent pictures everyday and when he didn’t get an email from me, he would email me telling me he missed me and was thinking of me and couldn’t wait to hear from me again and then the word babe and love you tons would sneak into those emails and then…and then the phone calls started.

The first time, it was 4:14 in the morning but I stayed up and talked to him for two hours, when his calling card ran out. We talked on the phone once every other week, but we emailed each other everyday. The first time I talked to him while he was drunk on the phone, he told me that he loved me.

I was shocked. We had corresponded for just about 8 months and the closer it got to him coming home, the more excited, anxious and scared I became.

When he came home, he drove out to see me. Said, he couldn’t go one more day without seeing me. Boy was I scared to death. I live with my sister and so, she wondered who I was running off with, but didn’t say anything because I’m grown. I rushed to Paul’s car and we went out.

We had dinner at our favorite restaurant and we talked, we held hands, everything was perfect. I liked what I saw and he liked what he saw and everything was great. We went to the movies to see The Italian Job and (yes, this is when it happened FRIENDS) and then we went back to his hotel room.

We didn’t mean for it to happen, didn’t plan on it happening (okay this is one big ass lie, we SO knew it was going to happen but were powerless to stop it, we both wanted it too much, I’m just trying to deslut my image, LOL, I swear I’m not a hooch, I swear it!),…but one thing led to another and we did the wild monkey dance and I swear I saw stars, I didn’t want to leave, but knew that I had to get back home before my brother went to work, so at about 5am, Paul and I wake up and after a really quick one and then an even quicker shower and then a lot of kissing, groping, losing my shirt and then finding it shoving it on and finally he rushed me home with a promise to come over a little later, he was really anxious to meet my family and I was scared to death, but I put my key in the door and took a deep breath, thinking alright, this is it. Be calm. Everyone’s sleeping, I can just slip in and go to sleep for another couple of hours before I have to get up.

Boy was I wrong.

My brother was half asleep on the couch, waiting for me.


You know how brothers are, they’re nosy, they worry and they’re very protective. I didn’t want him all up in my business, so I did the first thing that popped into my head, when he asked me where I’ve been.

I lied.

I told him, nothing happened, we all went out, lost track of time, but that I was with Blake and Jess the entire night, everything was fine. He just sort of gave me that look, the look that said he didn’t believe me. But nothing and no one was going to make me come out with the story, that I had went out with a guy that I met online, have been communicating with for the past 8 months with and then who I got down and dirty…I should have felt like a slut, but I couldn’t bring myself to tarnish the memory of that night, and Paul was so kind and thoughtful that I kinda did fall a little in love with him that night.

My brother and I went back and forth and I stuck to my story (stupid I know, but I didn’t care) and then he told me, “I’m not going to judge you, you’re free to do whatever you want, but I am going to worry about you if you stay out so late, that’s all,” He was telling me this with this smirk on his face and I swore he was psychic, that he knew everything that happened that night.

It wasn’t until I woke up hours later to brush my teeth that I saw why he was so flippin’ psychic.

My damn shirt was on, inside out and backwards. You couldn’t miss my bright white ass tag on my blacker than black shirt.

Yeah, real smart on my part, huh?


My Latest Addition to my TBR Pile..

21 02 2006

I’ve been meaning to blog about this, but keep forgetting. I heard about this book a few weeks ago on VH1, where they were gushing over it (well the females on the Best Week EVER were). I hadn’t yet had a chance to check out the book until now. And girls,


Add this book to your TBR pile, because I assure you, you will thank me later.


All of the pictures are like the cover, all naked men from the French Rugby Team, dressed (or undressed I should say) with just a rugby ball…


Sign me up RIGHT NOW!

Movie Review: King Arthur.

19 02 2006

This movie is and probably always will be one of my feel good movies. The movie that I pop into the DVD Player when I just want to veg out and watch a great flick.

If you think about it, it’s got most everything a girl could want in a movie. Hot guys, a bit of action, romance and friendship all rolled up into one awesome movie.

There are a bunch of twists with this particular version of the story of King Arthur, Guinevere and Lancelot. You’ll have to watch the movie to see what I mean and what those twists and differences are, but I for one, can’t particularly be mad at the liberties that they took, because I absolutely LOVED this movie.

Maybe, I loved this movie so much because I’m easy to please and the guys in this movie so moved me more than the actual story itself, which goes to show just how much of a man whore I am. Really, all I need for a movie to “move” me is for there to be one man in the movie that I think is absolutely hot. And that man for me, in this movie has got to be Tristan. It was funny, how he wasn’t even that hot but he so moved me, that nothing else mattered but watching Tristan kick butt in this movie. I had a bit of a crush on Galahad as well, who was played by Hugh Dancy, a favorite of mine.

When they killed off my man, (I won’t tell you which one because you have to see the movie to find out for yourself), I was pissed. But not pissed enough to hate the movie, I may have been married in my head to one guy, but I ended up quite happily married to the other man in my head so alls well that ends well, don’t you think?

Alright, so this movie is action packed, the plot was great and even though I thought that Guinevere’s recovery was such a big fat jar of nonsense, it didnt take away from what a great movie this was for me. So go out and get the DVD or rent it, whatever…just watch this one, it’s a good one.