tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195833042024-03-23T14:09:56.463-04:00Borrowing (and causing) t-r-o-u-b-l-elalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.comBlogger321125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-23054186942473498602009-05-27T22:35:00.003-04:002009-05-27T22:39:10.204-04:00So long, farewell.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT_iS_RyCBoymgYsYHcu5t0ARCEIQBM9E-0mUyvirOLRMc4mdnPik5R1x39TLcKWKsJaVkcB0iSLJqaPbhl6nrHonG001zWiRVSdjdOzE8kh-iChC0EX7kVLoqGjo9hanqwmWz/s1600-h/sound-of-music-7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340698262638011058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT_iS_RyCBoymgYsYHcu5t0ARCEIQBM9E-0mUyvirOLRMc4mdnPik5R1x39TLcKWKsJaVkcB0iSLJqaPbhl6nrHonG001zWiRVSdjdOzE8kh-iChC0EX7kVLoqGjo9hanqwmWz/s200/sound-of-music-7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So, in my easily annoyed state of late, I've decided I've had it with Blogger. As of my next posting, you can find me (if you so choose) at the following wordpress address:</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://www.borrowingtrouble.wordpress.com/">www.borrowingtrouble.wordpress.com</a></div><div> </div><div>While I'm staying true to my original borrowing trouble roots, I have changed the actual name of my blog to stay truer to the character of my posts. My blog is now called "Telling It Like It Is" because, lbh, that's pretty much the route I've chosen to take as of late.</div><div><br />So, please make note of the new address and come visit. I promise to entertain. </div>lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-62588151979108459892009-05-27T15:38:00.001-04:002009-05-27T15:40:50.619-04:00I see right through this.Jessica Szohr eats like a man. Really? This overcompensation bit to overcome eating disorder rumors is a bit much. Cheeseburgers are orgasmic so you gave up ten years of being vegetarian and now eat steak and potatoes? You really love food that much. Really, Jessica? <br /><br /><a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20281274,00.html">http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20281274,00.html</a>lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-35608483511237487222009-05-27T15:36:00.001-04:002009-05-27T15:37:46.161-04:00Drew Barrymore...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeRgIfQoPdGcPZKHQg3OIPbZMxsljBZTJUL_qnXT20KZCsQS_07jP-Q-nbY9LckJywhapruJsPqnhw5wU3OMb4ZU5PsRrP9lRi9w47aSzOUHvnELMkr7dYHzivGbFkNpvyW23K/s1600-h/drew_barrymore.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340590172144916290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeRgIfQoPdGcPZKHQg3OIPbZMxsljBZTJUL_qnXT20KZCsQS_07jP-Q-nbY9LckJywhapruJsPqnhw5wU3OMb4ZU5PsRrP9lRi9w47aSzOUHvnELMkr7dYHzivGbFkNpvyW23K/s200/drew_barrymore.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>...looks horrible! It doesn't even look like her. </div><div> </div><div>That is all. </div>lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-68914076124246156052009-05-26T18:32:00.002-04:002009-05-26T18:35:21.855-04:00He just won't go away.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtLxQ3qdKZI_98SU69lJZ_ISUI-dHpGX6TGhaksQJqOd9ODA8f-9GRwuWh67MYhbXysaB7I7kyXkFcQbVsChDbw5_kfs76TJ6Y4si55hDaeIgMzL7Q5fS9cjfTU0QU_Aoo8SF/s1600-h/m_daed22e5deb1de15ad52fbaa89e3ade1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340264844683309602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtLxQ3qdKZI_98SU69lJZ_ISUI-dHpGX6TGhaksQJqOd9ODA8f-9GRwuWh67MYhbXysaB7I7kyXkFcQbVsChDbw5_kfs76TJ6Y4si55hDaeIgMzL7Q5fS9cjfTU0QU_Aoo8SF/s200/m_daed22e5deb1de15ad52fbaa89e3ade1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So, I love seeing how people find my blog. Aside from my legion of faithful followers, I have some newcomers. And, oddly enough, most of them get to me--still!--by doing searches that are Slade Smiley related. You know, the slut of Real Housewives of Orange County (RH-OC to those in the know). </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>First it was Jo. Then Laurie. And now, allegedly, Gretchen (who should still be mourning the death of what's his name but, instead, is out and about). Birds of a feather, they say.</div>lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-7935195597880049262009-05-23T22:53:00.009-04:002009-05-23T23:35:11.752-04:00Kenny Chesney: A Study in Diversity and Redneck Drunkeness<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvW78DGCjJ8fp2sEZiQF5h57nMfq9V1lJD6YrL27uGbD6-Fyx1fZwW3HOvQpAR5gXrKGGi7y8yPWYd6VzOrtFJ6juC9QGYruj1cHGR6Szkrao-LBnq9-Bp5si6ykxZW9xMqy2m/s1600-h/kenny_chesney.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339225348892355394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvW78DGCjJ8fp2sEZiQF5h57nMfq9V1lJD6YrL27uGbD6-Fyx1fZwW3HOvQpAR5gXrKGGi7y8yPWYd6VzOrtFJ6juC9QGYruj1cHGR6Szkrao-LBnq9-Bp5si6ykxZW9xMqy2m/s200/kenny_chesney.jpg" border="0" /></a> I'm not even sure where to begin. I realize, in reading over my past few entries, that it seems as though I'm riding a high horse named Cynic these days. I'm in a good mood, really. There are just things, lately, that have really been bothering me, so I've figured I might as well use my blog for good rather than evil. The good, my friends, comes just from the mere fact that I can put these feelings and annoyances on paper (eh, on screen) and theoretically be relieved of them.<br /><br /><br />Now, I should have considered my propensity to be easily annoyed as of late before agreeing to go and see Kenny Chesney perform at Merriweather Post Pavilion this past Friday. But, alas, he is one of my favorite live performers and, when the opportunity to go see him arose, I could not refuse. So, off I went--along with three friends--on Friday afternoon. Friday of Memorial Day weekend. In a car. Travelling the same route (though it probably wouldn't have mattered) as those getting out of town and heading to the beach. Let the annoyance begin.<br /><br /><div>Thankfully, our driver was attuned to and familiar with the ins and outs of the Maryland back roads, so we made it to the concert in time and with only minimal irritation levels. We grabbed some dinner at a nearby restaurant (that had cartoon murals of vegetables adorning the walls) and then headed to the venue. </div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Enter the crowd. Now, don't get me wrong. I know that when you go to any concert, the majority of the fans are going to be individuals who fit the stereotype of the featured genre of music. But, as one of my companions aptly stated, "Why do people automatically associate plaid with country music?" Well said, friend. Plaid. And sleeveless--bonus if it was both. Cut off denim, no matter the size of the thighs. Belt buckles made of enough silver to adorn with jewelry a small South American nation. Cowboy boots with otherwise non-cowboy apparel (picture short, skimpy sundresses). I could go on, but I will refrain, lest I be castigated for proclaiming myself the Captain of the Country Music Concert Fashion Police. But first, let me just say that the people watching? Amazing.</div><br /><div></div><div>Before I forget: can someone please tell me whose brilliant idea it was to have an entire food stand devoted to sushi? Sushi! At an outdoor concert venue. That presents most, if not all, of its shows in the summer. When, you know, it's HOT OUTSIDE.</div><br /><div></div><div>The crowd was pretty standard. The diversity within it, not surprisingly, came not from ethnicity or race but, rather, from the degree of drunkeness. This blogger was pushed forward and almost knocked over (thank goodness for impeccable balance) not once but twice by inebriated 20-something boys. If I had a beer for every boxer short baring, wife beater wearing, song slurring, non-reformed frat boy who stumbled his way over and/or around us well, I'd be drunker than they were. And I can generally hold my alcohol well (5/2/09, anyone?).</div><br /><div>My biggest complaint (Ha! You probably thought I couldn't complain any more than I already have) is that due to the accoustics and the roar of the crowd, it was hard to hear Kenny belt it out. Add to that the fact that he seemed to get a kick of having the audience do a lot of the singing (which I don't mind, but I prefer sing-alongs over sing-insead-ofs) and it was not one of my favorite Kenny experiences. Luckily, I had a fun group of gals with whom to people watch and enjoy the experience. And I like to hear my own voice.<br /></div><div></div>lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-24011026270252800502009-05-19T14:30:00.007-04:002009-05-19T14:55:49.042-04:00Enough with the rejects!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVOLyxYA3N_QvUI1_P1kQu8AqvW66ZjFYNO9FqpgxRIbbWXiRhTHab3XasmrIX9wlozPBrK0UaYpcd5o8JWVmvqZMw7NAy_rkVqTKPNpWFtq3NHF8VfR9ffuynoqaapBgaL2N1/s1600-h/jillian-bachelorette.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337609318793594146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVOLyxYA3N_QvUI1_P1kQu8AqvW66ZjFYNO9FqpgxRIbbWXiRhTHab3XasmrIX9wlozPBrK0UaYpcd5o8JWVmvqZMw7NAy_rkVqTKPNpWFtq3NHF8VfR9ffuynoqaapBgaL2N1/s200/jillian-bachelorette.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I was as excited as the rest of you Bachelor[ette] fans when our favorite reality host Chris Harrison announced (to no one's surprise) that the next bachelorette would be none other than our favorite Canadian hot dog afficionado, Jillian Harris (or, as one well-spoken and brazen bachelor called her last night, "Hot Tub Harris").</div><div></div><br /><div>Fast forward to last night, when I was forced (work with me, here) to watch the worst two hours in The Bachelor franchise's history. There was just so much wrong with this new season already...</div><div></div><br /><div>The least of which, let's cut to the chase, was not that not one single one of Miss J's potential suitors was even attractive. Ok, so there was a hint of cute here and there (hello, Juan) but, overall, there was not one man who stood out (as, I hate to admit, Ryan the Fireman did on the first season of the show) as a potential husband or, even, romantic interest. Yes, they all had interesting careers. They seemed relatively successful. All were obviously interested in her. But they were also bad dressers (the hipster from Brooklyn as just one example), had horrible senses of humor ("You are a great catch!"), were already pulling the wool over her eyes (I'm talking to you, Mr. First Impression Rose--you lost your words? Really? I already forgot your name, so great first impression.), and had fetishes (Feet?! Already?! On the first episode?! For the world to see?! Way to go, Tanner P.). </div><div></div><br /><div>Ok, so back to my point. Whatever that may have been. Yesterday's episode was just bad. And, in all honesty (and I say this with "expertise" as I have watched almost every season (I took an unintended reality dating tv break in 2008), that Jillian didn't really seem all that stoked to be there. Sure she was excited. But she also was (1) on tv (2) had a great new wardrobe (3) was living in an awesome mansion and (4) [despite their quality] eventually had 30 men swooning over her.</div><br /><div></div><div>...three of whom allegedly have girlfriends. And one of whom agreed to be on the show because he thought it would give him a better chance of becoming the next Bachelor. Which brings me to my REAL point: WTF with the choices for America's bachelor and bachelorette? I, and others I know (Hi, CB! Hi, Jacqueline!), long for the days when our lovelorn contestant was someone of relative significance--a military doctor, a 24 year old who started and ran his own bank, a son of a member of a prominent family. Now? Now we have random Canadians and unremarkable ahole single dads. Now we have cast offs who weren't good enough the first time around and are now getting a chance of their own...in which their rejects will undoubtedbly move on to star in the next season. Is that what we want? </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>No, it's not. But stay tuned for next week, anyway, when I complain again about wasting an hour of my life watching this dribble [and loving and hating every second of it].</div>lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-18929333568843173642009-05-19T11:54:00.002-04:002009-05-19T12:02:11.131-04:00While we're on the subject of Facebook...So, before I was on the Facebook bandwagon (OH how I resisted), I still had a slight interest in what was going on in that part of cyberspace. Ok, it was more than slight. (And my resistance was admittedly more out of spite than anything by then.)<br /><br />ANYWAY, even though I refused to legitimately sign up for Facebook, I did sign up illegitimately, if you will. I created a persona--no pictures, no real details--so that I could peruse the profiles my friends were talking about (assuming, of course, they were public and/or within my network). This girl, let's call her Marisa (DOB: 2/24/84), never made any friends, didn't post status updates, wasn't tagged in photos...she just sort of existed. She did do me and my other non-FB friends well for some time., allowing us to--ok, fine--stalk to our hearts' content. Soon, though, we sort of forgot about her. <br /><br />Until this week when she appeared to me as a friend suggestion. What?!? How did THAT happen? Why would FB think I wanted to be friends with her? She has no friends, we have no connection whatsoever except our broad Washington, DC network. I. Don't. Get. It. Is FB trying to tell me it's on to me and my not so wily ways?<br /><br />And, please. Don't think I don't think you have or have had a fake FB profile, too. Or know someone else who does. Or, at the very least, considered it. I have a theory that, if it weren't such a privacy enabling social network, there'd be tons of fake profiles floating around. Am I wrong?lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-29344138349252824662009-05-18T15:12:00.006-04:002009-05-18T17:58:36.111-04:00You have the right to remain silent (anything you say may be used against you).<strong>Facebragging <em>verb</em>: a facebook status update with the purpose of self-promotion or boasting about one's accomplishments or experiences (or that of their offspring).</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />In the age of Facebook, where everyone and his mother (literally) is online and sharing their lives with the world, we have come to be inundated with the goings on of these people's lives. Every last detail is, well, detailed for the world to see, whether in status messages or through photographs.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong--I'm not trying to be a Bitter Betty here. But there are some things that are better left unsaid, that people, frankly, don't care about. I will admit, I too am a perpetrator of this act of exposing the world to this insignificant (to them) information. But, since realizing my extreme abhorance to such statuses (sometimes the strangest things rile me up), I have made a conscious effort to not share certain things with the world...even if sometimes I do just want to brag.<br /><br />Do you really have to send a mobile update extolling how your romantic husband is taking you to the most expensive and romantic restaurant in town? You are on a romantic date. I'm happy for you, I really am. But leave the cell phone at home. And enjoy your effing romantic and expensive dinner, because eventually, you're going to have to go home and deal with those kids of yours. You know, those ones we all know all about because we have read that they made the dean's list for the 14th quarter in a row, pooped in (or out of) the potty before any of their peers, and rode a big wheel before they could crawl. By the way, I don't want to read about poop. Or big wheels. Unless there's a funny anecdote attached to it. Maybe it's because I'm not a parent. And a "baby-hater." But ew.<br /><br />I don't want to read about how perfect your life is. If you wax poetic in your status messages, painting a picture perfect vision of your life, about sitting by your stone hearth sipping a perfectly aged glass of cabernet while the snow falls gently outside and your homemade soup boils on the stove...I'm not going to believe you that it's so perfect. Because why? WHY? Because if your circumstances were that picturesque and wonderful, you would not likely be taking the time to update your status message. You'd be enjoying it.<br /><br />While we're at it...let's talk about Faceboring. I know it's the age we live in...where we feel the need to overshare. But come on, people. You're driving to work? Awesome. So are 8 million other people at <strong>exactly the same time</strong>. I? Don't care. Guess what, unless you tell me what you're making for dinner, I don't care that you're making it. I eat dinner, too. And you know what? You already know that about me. Without me telling you. <br /><br />Also, don't just say "John Smith had a good weekend." Tell me why or don't tell me at all. Because while I'm glad you had a good weekend, I will assume so whether you tell me or not, unless you tell me otherwise. <br /><br />Now, I'm not saying I'm not guilty of either of the two above mentioned taboos. I know that sometimes I fall victim to oversharing or undersharing. The problem arises, though, when it is constant. I'll let it slide (for myself and others) every now and then. But when every, single, solitary status message falls under the definition above? That's just TMI in the greatest sense of the acronym.<br /><br />You have to admit, I might have a point here.<br /><br />By no means am I trying to squelch anyone's creativity here, or deny you your First Amendment rights. Just know that I, and others, are watching. And taking note. And maybe even vomiting a little. But, don't worry. I won't status about it.<br /><br /><em>Special thanks to Marty Farrant for coining the term "facebragging" and to my pal, Ada, for contributing to the examples. </em>lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-82177679550808341242009-05-11T15:56:00.003-04:002009-05-12T13:13:00.440-04:00A Review, Or TwoSince BaCT's rebirth, I've come to realize that I'm just going to write about whatever strikes my fancy. No more fear of being ostracized or judged. I think it? I write it. There.<br /><br /><br /><br />So, for your reading pleasure, I'm going to embark on my first blog reviews. Today's installation will be a spa review and a restaurant review...all rolled into one!<br /><br /><br /><br />This past weekend I had the pleasure of partaking in my cousin in law's babymoon. For those of you who do not know, a babymoon is like a honeymoon, only you do something fun before the baby comes rather than after you get married. Make sense? Okay, good.<br /><br /><br /><br />Since she is almost about to have this kid, we had to do something low key and local. How about a spa day? Um, okay.<br /><br /><br /><br />So off we went. Note to spa goers--Costco (or the Price Club, as we old schoolers like to call it) has spafinder gift cards. This means you pay $79.99 for a gift card that can be used at any particpating spa (which can be found at <a href="http://www.spafinder.com/">http://www.spafinder.com/</a>). But here's the great part--the gift cards are worth $100! For you non math majors out there, that's a 20% discount.<br /><br /><br /><br />Our spa of choice was Comfort and Joy Spa in Fairfax (<a href="http://www.comfortjoy.com/">http://www.comfortjoy.com/</a>). Don't be fooled by the fact that it's in a half empty strip mall...or that you are greeted with a big sign that just says "Day Spa." The place is amazing (and has been written up numerous times in <em>The Washingtonian</em>, in addition to having great (albeit four) reviews on Yelp.com).<br /><br /><br /><br />Everything the spa uses is organic, so you can feel all special and green and not indulgent in the least. You're protecting the environment, dammit! The inside of the spa is bigger than it looks from the outside...it's not as serene and spa like as others I've been to (ie Lansdowne and Hershey) but it was agreeable. What was not agreeable was the lipstick all over the glasses of water we were offered. Gross.<br /><br />On to the treatments. My companions each had a one hour massage--one regular, one prenatal. The prenatal massage was executed by a very small, female masseuse. As such, it wasn't as beneficial, tough, or relaxing as it could have been. The other massage was without complaint.<br /><br />As one who does not enjoy massages, I opted for a scrub/wrap combo. Specifically, the One Hour Cornucopia Head to Toe Wrap. Here's how they describe it: "Relax as your body is buffed from head to toe with Amaize Organics© products. Begin with a blue cornmeal foot scrub, follow that with a red cornmeal body scrub, then enjoy an aromatherapy wrap and top it all off with a yellow cornmeal body crème application. Includes a mini facial." It was, to say the least, amazing. I had a great masseuse who applied just the right amount of pressure. Everything from the scrub to the added bonus of the facial was fabulous and I felt extremely relaxed. I was able to free my mind of the stress I had been feeling and enjoy my hour (it was really 75 minutes) of pampering.<br /><br />All in all, and for what it was worth, this was a great spa experience. Taking all of our treatments and our opinions of them to come up with a median rating, I'd give it a 7.5 out of 10.<br /><br />Since my computer keeps telling me it has graciously detected a virus, I'm going to save my review of our lunch spot, Ray's Hell Burger, until later...lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-35324296720662807392009-05-11T09:56:00.002-04:002009-05-11T10:00:13.003-04:00I know I have good taste and all but...Dear Mr. President and Mrs. Obama,<br /><br />I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate the fact that you're getting out there and enjoying the city which you now call home. Why are you all of a sudden going to all the restaurants I really like? And making the lines hours long for weeks afterward? I know that Ray's Hell Burger and Good Stuff Eatery are delicious venues from where to grab a burger. Trust me, I know. But, please? Could you start enjoying your White House chef a a little more? Or at least let me know the next time you'll be venturing out...so I can be there, too. <br /><br />Thanks,<br />Melalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-20127021721051669682009-05-06T13:15:00.001-04:002009-05-06T13:16:33.912-04:00It just keeps getting betterWow. This is going to be a train wreck. Interesting insight from the paramour's brother. He is also her roommate. Says their walls are thin. Calls the noises coming through the walls "nast." Ha! I can't wait to see the rampage Kate is going to embark upon...and wonder to whom she will sell her exclusive story. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/news/jon-and-kate-dads-three-month-affair-confirmed-200955">http://www.usmagazine.com/news/jon-and-kate-dads-three-month-affair-confirmed-200955</a>lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-44634928552343446882009-05-06T13:11:00.001-04:002009-05-06T13:13:35.526-04:00I think it's weird......that a majority of the people who work in my new office bring all their sandwich fixins to work every day and keep them at their desks. I'm talking about loaves of bread, bottles of mustard, entire bags of chips. Weird? I understand the deliciousness of a fresh sandwich, but still...I have never seen such a thing. It's like a pandemic.lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-978796809297843192009-04-30T10:24:00.002-04:002009-04-30T10:26:53.797-04:00Wanted: Headline writer, US WeeklyReally? Look at the title of today's big story at usmagazine.com:<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Elizabeth Edwards: John's Affair Made Me Throw Up</strong></span><br /><br /><br />So many things wrong with that, the least of which is that it ends in a preposition. <br /><br />That is all. You may now go back to what you were doing.lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-90358522113614680002009-04-29T14:15:00.003-04:002009-04-29T14:23:46.446-04:00Don't call it a comeback.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKA9Hmzfkax7NgipYYsh9sLZl5XQefXrgUNKWZ34ZTD250_ryb4d7wyAyyU89zLivq-Z-PuTKUpaAJSP7tIK6vXUbJJAygwXwy7laGr-tANhhJPpoIv5UmKnYOHUifIUH4l3E/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330180150906906002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKA9Hmzfkax7NgipYYsh9sLZl5XQefXrgUNKWZ34ZTD250_ryb4d7wyAyyU89zLivq-Z-PuTKUpaAJSP7tIK6vXUbJJAygwXwy7laGr-tANhhJPpoIv5UmKnYOHUifIUH4l3E/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>If this (<a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/news/jon-and-kate-dad-caught-with-other-woman-2009284">http://www.usmagazine.com/news/jon-and-kate-dad-caught-with-other-woman-2009284</a>) is true, I would seriously consider venturing back into the world of divorce lawyering. I'd have to become barred in Pennsylvania, of course. And one of them would have to retain my services. And I'd have to be able to prove that I could handle such a high profile case after being on a five year legal hiatus and with only 18 months experience prior. But whatever.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Jon Gosselin, are you effing <strong>out of your mind?!?! </strong>I know you think you're hot stuff since your whole hair implant procedure but, seriously. Seriously? Do you not know who your wife is? And what a raging bitch she can be? And that she's going to grab you by your you know whats and seriously take you for all you're worth? Child support?? For eight kids?? JON!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Not sure what the laws are in Pennsylvania, but whatever they may be, this is surely not going to be easy or pretty for either of them. If, of course, it's true. But, our gossip Bible is rarely ever wrong...</div>lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-4768044077432578392009-04-28T18:16:00.003-04:002009-04-28T18:18:01.621-04:00First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Speidi with a baby carriage?So one of today's watercooler polls on <a href="http://www.people.com/">www.people.com</a> is whether website visitors think that Speidi should have a baby. I, of course, voted a big fat um NO. But, surprisingly, the majority of those voting said YES. YES!! <br /><br />I hope that these people were joking. Otherwise...lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-19331796017072374762009-04-27T22:44:00.003-04:002009-04-27T22:53:03.940-04:00What would you do for <3?So this Craigslist killer...I'm a bit intrigued. It's gossipy and sordid and horrific and just, well, shocking.<br /><br />But what's more shocking is this: <a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20275150,00.html?xid=rss-topheadlines">http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20275150,00.html?xid=rss-topheadlines</a>. Really? Even after the article, today, that stated that Markoff told his family that a lot of stuff was going to come out about him and that they should move away and forget him? Even after there is video showing him with the victims? And email correspondence between him and multiple people?<br /><br />Yes, I believe we are all innocent until proven guilty. But this is just weird. Weird! And there is so much mounting evidence. <br /><br />I mean, I know love makes us do strange things and keeps us connected to people who would best be pushed aside and forgotten. But this is serious business, Megan. Serious. Business. Do you really plan to stand by his side? And marry him if he is exonerated? Or even if not? And if so, why?? I just really want to know. That, there, may be an even better story. It's like Intervention...what in this girl's life brought her to the point where she can be supportive of, and stick with, a fiance who has been accused of multiple murders and various other things that are unbecoming of a man with a fiance?lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-43121833566974769802009-04-22T18:13:00.008-04:002009-04-23T21:25:55.312-04:00This week, on RH-NYC.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8xNZ6Fjh8Dpv0jh6TZJN_IXFACiLZRbVnp2l9Y7vRADjzuOVAnPPsiPkMgHowthVNYmPxzqhdI67sNpO7NA7dzma4tqlMwzfImK8A_pnbXxnxyNvno0DOGKZlRExG5fc5x0jq/s1600-h/new-york-city-housewives.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327648559192790434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8xNZ6Fjh8Dpv0jh6TZJN_IXFACiLZRbVnp2l9Y7vRADjzuOVAnPPsiPkMgHowthVNYmPxzqhdI67sNpO7NA7dzma4tqlMwzfImK8A_pnbXxnxyNvno0DOGKZlRExG5fc5x0jq/s200/new-york-city-housewives.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So, it's no secret that I am obsessed with RH-NYC. There is always so much I can say about the antics of my six sassy socialites. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This week's episode was more interesting than last week's episode (though nothing, NOTHING, could compete with Kelly's "jog" last week). </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Let's start with LuAnn, our favorite countess. Victoria misses Rosie because she isn't used to doing things for herself...like hanging up her coat <strong>and getting a glass of water</strong>. Yes, you heard me. Sadly, that was about as interesting as they got this week. Except for the fact that The Countess decided to dress up as Pochahontas for Halloween. Because, you know, she is part American Indian. You know, the part that isn't White Trash.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Jill Zarin. Love. Her. Though her BBC radio interview was...vapid. They ask her about the economy and she says she's felt it because benefactors aren't donating to her charity. Really? That proves the economy is bad? How about people not having jobs? And losing their houses? Oh, you don't know about that because you're too busy overseeing Gay Husband Brad redecorate your apartment (it has been seven years, after all) and carrying around your $16K new [hideous] bag. Thank goodness she redeemed herself by saying she's elevator friendly.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Kelly. Kelly, Kelly, Kelly. "Taking pictures is really...it's not easy at all." Ugh. Kelly. Kelly, Kelly, Kelly. "Are my legs open or crossed?" Seriously? And her idea to have herself be the "A" on her Halloween invitation? Brilliant. She overestimates the indiocy of her friends. I took a little bit of secret pleasure in the fact that her party, the one that she was <strong>two hours late </strong>for, was a disaster. What kind of person throws a party with a cash bar, btw? Certainly the proceeds weren't going to charity, since we know Kelly doesn't like to be associated with anything.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Alex and Simon (because he is an honorary housewife). So. Much. To. Say. A feedbag corset, Simon? A feedbag corset??? Did Alex really need to simulate a metal detector in searching for her surprise and vocalize the "deet deet deet deet deet" as she approached the corset? As if it were a treasure? Ugh. Beautiful, Alex, is not the word for it. Not every husband would pick that out for his wife, Alex, because not every husband is a couture loving boy lover like yours is. The best part is when Alex says that she really wants to wear the corset in "as public a place as possible" <strong>as if national television and a cult following</strong> isn't public enough. And the whole Halloween scene...wow. Children? With knives? You Van Kampens better get that parenting book published, stat! PS, guys, your whole "Brooklyn is so much better than Manhattan for raising kids" speech is obviously your veiled attempt for trying to justify why you live there and not in the city with all of your cronies. There's nothing wrong with Brooklyn, stop trying to make excuses. And you didn't look like Sara Palin, Alex. But thank you, Simon, for wearing a full body moose costume. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ramona. For once, I don't have much to say about her, other than she was her usual gesticulating, high on something self. Did love how Avery was so critical of Ramona's pregnant pauses, though. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Bethenny. Not enough of her this episode. Some one-liners would've made the rest of this a bit more palpable. Bethenny's big scenes this week were with Jill, while they checked out the benefit site and planned the menu. Boring. However, her rant about Kelly thinking she's Gisele and thinking she's fabulosity was pretty Awesome. Roller Girl doesn't care! </div>lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-88823969460170815122009-04-20T21:24:00.003-04:002009-04-20T21:37:18.303-04:00Good Stuff.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBPoLRTZ2KV9O7TfGFdNjV7ulfVmAf4-Bkcb4tjc4Iw-mo9dmgUbzWBYCDuihYs6MZFG_h8QzSrE10MLQ6XtjjW1AieOnc4mCz_W7PwItdoYnWoQmz6Mvsgei0y2WUpnFMcH43/s1600-h/spike.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952600564970914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBPoLRTZ2KV9O7TfGFdNjV7ulfVmAf4-Bkcb4tjc4Iw-mo9dmgUbzWBYCDuihYs6MZFG_h8QzSrE10MLQ6XtjjW1AieOnc4mCz_W7PwItdoYnWoQmz6Mvsgei0y2WUpnFMcH43/s200/spike.jpg" border="0" /></a>So tonight I got to celebrate my birthday (12 days later, but who cares) at the restaurant of my choice. My choice? Good Stuff Eatery, the downtown burger joint owned by Top Chef's Spike Mendelsohn.<br /><div></div><br /><div>All in all, it was a tasty experience. Everyone seemed to enjoy the burgers. My burger had muenster and cheddar, caramelized onions, mushrooms, and special sauce. I will say that, if I had to choose again, I'd get the plain fries instead of the rosemary and thyme flavored ones. The complimentary mayo bar was a treat--Old Bay, chipotle, sriracha, and mango. I was disappointed in the classic wedge salad mostly because...well, it wasn't a wedge. It was all of the components of a wedge, served with chopped up iceberg and topped with fried vidalia onion rings. Unlike me, I found the bacon and blue cheese combination to be a tad bit too salty. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I think the highlight of everyone's meal were the milkshakes we saved for dessert. Between us, we had a vanilla, a black and white, a strawberry, a Milky Way, and a toasted marshmallow (Good Stuff's specialty). And a root beer float. We may have had one or more of one or more of these. The variety was delightful.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>If I had to rate this place on a scale of one to five, I'd give it a strong 3.75. I'd knock it up to a 4.0 if I had a picture of myself and Spike to share with you all. But, alas, he was elusive...in and out, with his fedora and without. But I saw him. And that, my friends was enough. </div>lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-17306120223238135672009-04-20T16:53:00.002-04:002009-04-20T17:04:11.270-04:00Natalee Holloway inspires comeback<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzZ4h-VtQHtNjZFz9_GVuFYluiH0YWn97iSE-4vqAqMQKiN8wLLAV3kvb8HLv0QL_o0f3s7-P5I9Vux30K1Ud5OYxBRkHBvNZlNM4u2ONSD2NlYw0bpNtq7SwoFvcY5fmI_Im/s1600-h/natalee300.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326882257884645410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzZ4h-VtQHtNjZFz9_GVuFYluiH0YWn97iSE-4vqAqMQKiN8wLLAV3kvb8HLv0QL_o0f3s7-P5I9Vux30K1Ud5OYxBRkHBvNZlNM4u2ONSD2NlYw0bpNtq7SwoFvcY5fmI_Im/s200/natalee300.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hello, and welcome back to Borrowing (and causing) t-r-o-u-b-l-e. I think, this time, I'm back for real. I hope I still have a legion of followers. If not, must begin campaign to recruit said followers.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So, hi! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Last night, I hosted a viewing party for the premiere of the Lifetime Original Movie (LOM) aptly and so creatively titled <em>The Natalee Holloway Story</em>. It was? A disappointment.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The party, however, was a raging success. The theme was "Southern Comfort Food"--we would've gone with an Aruba theme but they kind of lack in the authentic cuisine department. That being said, our menu was spectacular: macaroni and cheese, pork bbq, spinach and artichoke dip (Paula Deen's recipe, so that made it Southern), hash brown casserole, and fried pickles. But, friends, the piece de resistance was the signature beverage (a la Bethenny Frankel) of the evening: the Slutty Arnold Palmer. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>What is this, you might ask?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Well, apparently the rage around the flavor infused vodka world is Firefly Sweet Tea vodka (<a href="http://www.fireflyvodka.com/">http://www.fireflyvodka.com/</a>). Mix it up with some lemonade and you've got yourself a non-virgin Arnold Palmer. Thus, a Slutty Arnold Palmer. Take a moment and think about how this goes with the theme...aside, of course, from sweet tea being Southern. Got it? It's the slutty! Natalee Holloway...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Now, I'm not being libelous here. And if you gave up 120 minutes of your life [that you can't get back] like we all did last night, then, well, you'd know what I'm talking about. </div>lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-28724230507174669072008-04-18T10:15:00.003-04:002008-04-18T10:19:07.249-04:00She's baaaaaack.It seems as though all those around me have either resurrected their blogs or started new ones. Being one to jump on the "this is cool" bandwagon, I may just do the same.<br /><br />Wow, so much has gone on in the last 17 months. I couldn't possibly do a recap. So, instead, I will grace you with my presence, today, in the form of this: my own welcome back (!) post. I promise to provide you with my [obviously much missed] takes on the entertainment world and all that annoys and bothers me. I know you can't wait. <br /><br />So, hi.lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-26457078395923022352006-11-29T23:14:00.000-04:002006-11-29T23:33:17.689-04:00The Real World, Denver.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4424/2390/1600/154418/thumb_MTV_therealworld.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4424/2390/320/813943/thumb_MTV_therealworld.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I swore I wouldn't watch this. I did. But, yet again, I've been sucked in. This time, I was enthralled by the wisdom that came out of Jenn's mouth. Here are some of her best nuggets. Please note, it was difficult to pick one "character" on which to focus. I am even refraining from commenting on the comments. And you know how hard that is.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"I realized, oh my god, we're having sex."</div><br /><div>"They're both hot, so it works."</div><br /><div>"I didn't even get to put the cake in the oven before I burned it."</div><br /><div>"Oh my god, don't say that [I have a hickey]! Oh my god, Colie."</div><br /><div>"Colie's totally going to be in my wedding."</div><br /><div>On a side note, do you really need to straighten your hair with your shirt off in the communal bathroom, Colie? And, Alex's mom, take note: he does not have good character if he's sleeping with two girls (roommates, even) in less than 36 hours). Colie, you can't be exclusive after one "date." Mr. Emo, Alex? Really? What a sacrifice: a pact not to make out with other people for 24 hours. OMG. Colie might be worse than the stupid annoying Paula from last season (but equally eating disordered). <br /></div><div>Geez, I should've just blogged about the whole damn episode. But I'm better than that. At least this week. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-17901740605353963412006-11-27T13:36:00.000-04:002006-11-27T13:37:59.529-04:00Geez, Britney.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4424/2390/1600/684072/britney_spears7.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4424/2390/320/322235/britney_spears7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4424/2390/1600/992089/britney_spears.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4424/2390/320/58291/britney_spears.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>What's with the Britney + Paris = LOVE?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And, why are LLo and the Olsen twins hanging out with Paris again? Are times that down and out in Beverly Hills that they are recycling friends? I'd like to think it's because Brit's on the scene now and they want to ride her coattails as she makes her anticipated comeback...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-31765742023583974032006-11-21T15:25:00.000-04:002006-11-21T15:27:12.973-04:00Discrepencies.<a href="http://perezhilton.com/topics/exclusives/john_jessica_together_again_20061119.php">Perez Hilton </a>is saying JSimp is dating John Mayer.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/15821211/from/RS.4/">MSNBC</a> is saying she and Cowboys' quarterback Tony Romo (haha Tony Romas is where she and Nick used to always go...) are an item.<br /><br />Who are we to believe??lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-1164030794824566932006-11-20T09:52:00.000-04:002006-11-20T09:53:14.860-04:00Woof, woof, Kanye.Wow. He never ceases to amaze me. Aside from the obvious grammar issues:<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">“If it wasn’t for race mixing there’d be no video girls,” West is quoted as saying in the January issue of Essence magazine. “Me and most of our friends like mutts a lot. Yeah, in the hood they call ’em mutts.”</span></em>lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583304.post-1163027319225708902006-11-08T19:06:00.000-04:002006-11-08T19:08:39.246-04:00Election update.<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/142/1941/200/0_21_pelosi_nancy_021904.0.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Nancy Pelosi, not Stacey Carosi, is slate[r]d to be the new Speaker of the House come January.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/142/1941/1600/titelbild.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/142/1941/200/titelbild.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999610896182455544noreply@blogger.com1