The best co-pilot I could ask for.

Ok, ok I know this pup is groomed perfectly to no end, but seriously I can not get over how cute it is. If my real life Westie pup looks half as cute as this one, I will be one happy girl! 

My weekend Jam.

I'll be on a stage somewhere tonight when this song comes on:

(sasha) FIERCE!

Now, this is the real female version of a hustler:

Pick Us!

I can't believe I'm admitting this to you guys, but this is my forum of expression and I'm kind of proud of it. Alright, so let's rewind to yesterday morning. I'm sitting on the couch watching The Bonnie Hunt show and she reminded her viewers to register for her 'Rock The Soap' contest, which ended yesterday at 9 PM. I was instantly captivated, because I have always been intrigued with soap operas, as they are my mom's one guilty pleasure in life, just like 'For The Love of Ray J' is my latest one. (Seriously, people this show is amazing, on so many levels. It's so scandalous, but I just love it. It's like watching a car wreck happen in front of you. Can. Not. Stop. Watching.) Ok, back to the issue at hand.

Bonnie's contest entails a three night cruise to the Caribbean with your favorite soap stars. 'Say What?' I thought. My mom would kill to be on that ship. Literally. So what did I do? Well, I entered her of course. Here's my award-winning story to Bonnie:

Dear Bonnie,

I wanted to thank you personally for bringing sparkle and shine to each one of my mornings, especially this one. When I heard about your "Rock The Soap" contest I literally spit out my morning coffee, because my mom would kill to be on that boat. So, I am writing this story for her:

Growing up, my favorite thing to do with my mom was watch soap operas. She was a teacher at my brother and I's middle school and after we got home from school, she would feed us a snack, and settle in front of the T.V. with a few loads of laundry eager to find out the latest drama to unfold with her beloved characters on General Hospital, All My Children and One Life to Live. I would sit right next to her and help her with the laundry and pretend I wasn't really interested in the soap. Back then, I didn't think it was cool to watch the same show that my mom so blatantly enjoyed, but looking back, I would give anything to be back on that couch next to her again.

I just graduated from college and moved away from home, and I will forever cherish those memories of listening to her tell me all about the characters with such passion and intensity (as if they were her best friends and confidants), and how she had been following them since 'she was my age.' "Can you believe that after all these years, some of the same characters are still on the show?" she would say. "Cool, mom." I would sarcastically chime in. However, I think she knew that I secretly enjoyed hearing all of her stories, because every afternoon you could find me right next to her.

To this day, the woman still gets antsy about her soaps and has finally succumbed and subscribed to Soap Net. I don't know how my poor father does it because she usually watches them in bed late at night. She lives vicariously through these characters, and I think my brother, dad and I are secretly okay with her obsession because of how happy she is when her soap is on.

I know my mom is at work right now, and a force greater than me pulled me to apply for this contest. She is a wonderful mother and soaps are her one indulgence in life that she is able to treat herself to every day. I can't think of a person more deserving of this contest, and I would love nothing more than to see the look on her face when I tell her she is going on a cruise with her favorite soap stars. I can just see her saying, "You did this for me? I thought you didn't like soaps!"

I so desperately want to prove her wrong. If this is the one thing I could do for her in life, I would feel somewhat validated for everything she has ever done for me, even if I'm only allowed to talk to her during the commercials when her soap is on.

Thank you for your consideration, and I look forward to hearing from you.

Channeling my inner E.W.

Elle Woods, that is. Yes, people we have the same initials. Coincidence? I think not.

The past couple weeks, I've been on this new kick of actually getting off the couch to look for a job. Plus, I'm bored, and really, really broke. My savings account, which is basically birthday money, christmas money and a little bit of graduation money is shrinking right before my eyes and the bills keep magically appearing. Like clock work. 

I decided I need a purpose. I need a reason to get out of bed in the morning, even if I don't have anything to do. I came to this realization because the web has gotten me nowhere in my job search, except for the occasional 'thanks, but no thanks.' or 'thanks. we will let you know in the next few weeks,' hence why I have decided to take matters into my own hands. 

I have been hand delivering my pink, scented resume with a big, bright smile on my face to future employers. It's the most empowering feeling in the world. And, I really think it's making a big difference. I feel better about myself, and for the time being, I have a purpose. 

For my job seeker readers out there, I highly recommend trying this. You may never go back to e-mailing your resume again. Well, I'm off to bed, kiddies. I have many more offices to spread my sparkle and shine to tomorrow. Sweet Dreams. 

Our neighbors love us.

It's a curse. The fire alarm has gone off again. Liz and I can't make macaroni-n-cheese without starting a small fire. I tried to make us my mom's cheesy version a few weeks ago and ended up melting a part of our colander (there's now a lovely black hole that daring noodles escape through each time I drain a pot into the sink). I'll never get a new one though because it makes me giggle inside a little bit each time I make pasta.

Tonight, it's Liz's turn. She doesn't know I'm writing this as she's slaving away and trying to control a fire-y pot of boiling flour, milk, butter and cheese. She's on her second batch of sauce now (thank goodness she bought extra of everything). The first batch is somewhere seeped into the inner parts of our stove. I really should be helping her, but I literally caused flames last time I tried my hand at mac-n-cheese. Plus, this post is way too funny to pass up, right? I don't want to miss a moment.

I'll let you guys know how it turns out as I am her star food-tester!

See how stealth I am? Doesn't look so bad in the pan, eh?

Photo Op.

LiLo looks just as puzzled in this pic as I do staring at it. It's like she's thinking to herself, "I don't eat, but if I get a Happy Meal that means I'm a normal girl, right? The paps will have to believe I'm not starving myself now." Or, maybe she was craving some meat. It's been a while, huh?

There's no way something this cute exists.

Yes, people I am currently puppy-obsessed. I want one so bad!

Truly Touching.

Mine & Perez's fave speech of the night:

Best Picture.

Slumdog Millionaire!

It was the only film nominated in the category that I saw, but I definitely want to see the rest of the flicks, or just wait for them to come out on DVD. I highly, highly recommend Slumdog, though if you haven't already seen it.

Best Actor

Sean Penn!

Haven't seen Milk yet, but I want to (especially since James Franco's in it). Liz is convinced that Sean's married to Jennie from Forrest Gump...anyone know?

Best Actress

Kate Winslet!

Loved her speech!

So humble. So touching. So real. Ugh, but I hate that they always pan over to Angie. Ruins the moment. Grr..

R.I.P Sweet Angel.

On a heavier note, Heath Ledger just won Best Supporting Actor for his role as the joker in The Dark Knight and his two sisters and father accepted his Oscar for him. It was a touching moment, so much so that the ice queen (cough, Angie) was tearing up. 

The Pineapple Express Sketch

with Seth Rogan and James Franco was pure genius. 

Cuties.

(From Perez)

Awkward Turtle.

Jennifer Aniston is presenting as we speak with Jack Black, and they just panned over to Angie who was staring at her and laughing. I think she was actually laughing at what Jack was saying, but she was definitely looking over in Jen's direction. I was surprised because Ange looked giddy, and nothing like her normal cold demeanor. I know she's putting on a show, though. She's trying to look so unaffected and so not "uncool."

Whatevs. Jen did a great job, and looked California chic. I don't know what I would do if my arch nemesis and ex-husband were staring up at me judging my every move. Team Jen!

Pick of the night.

Stunning, Classic, Fabulous, Exquisite, and it's pink. Natalie nailed it, and she's not even nominated. Loves it.

The Devil Wears Armani.

I wish Rachel Zoe would have put Annie in a bolder color, like an emerald green, but the silhouette and shape of this frock is bananas. 

Gorgeous from the neck up.

The bottom half? Eh, not so much. But, let's be honest Kate Winslet can really do no wrong, in the acting department, that is. 

Nice earrings.

Like, really Angie? That's the biggest risk you could take?

Introducing Hollywood's most boring couple:

Three words for Jess:

Brush Your Hair & Get A Tan! She just looks so blah....better luck next time!

This would make a great drape.

As a dress, not so much. Love her personal dress-handler, though. Where can I get one of those?

I die.

She can do no wrong.

Luscious Layers.

I thought we were at the Oscars....

Not the Costume Gala. Ow, my shoulders hurt just looking at this dress.

On Trend.

I think Lady GaGa would approve of this geometric-shaped dress, as do I. And, the color is simply ravishing. Love, love, love the bangles and shoes!!!

Fug.

I can't believe Vanessa told Ryan Seacrest that she felt like a modern day Audrey Hepburn cause gf sure doesn't look like one. I hate the floral arrangement on her cleavage, the bottom of her dress and don't even get me started on her white earrings. 

Hey, Zac ditch the arm candy and you'll be an A-Lister in no time!

Lovely.

This shade of blue complements Freida Pinto's skin flawlessly, and I love the Bollywood inspired look. In a word, Perfection.

In honor of Oscar...

I wanted to post my favorite speech from The Academy Awards. It's Reese Witherspoon for Best Actress in 'Walk The Line.'
I just love the part when she thanks her family, because it reminds me of mine.

"It didn't matter if I was making a movie or making my bed. You were proud of me no matter what."

Check it out below and grab a couple Kleenex.

Expecting

Baby # 2 that is, for Nicole Richie and Joel Madden. He just posted the following on his web-site:
"What's better than winning an Oscar? I am so happy to tell everyone that Harlow is going to be a big sister! God has truly blessed my family. Hope your all feeling as good as i am right now………"



When's the wedding??

Chris Brown is goin' Down!

TMZ.com just released this picture of Rihanna from her alleged altercation Grammy night with Chris Brown. This image is absolutely terrible, and I really have no words for this. My heart goes out to Ri, and I hope Chris gets what he deserves. Even if he may not face jail time, his career is dunzo.

Meow

Here's Kitty Purry, I mean Katy Perry at the Brit Awards last night. I would so rock this look! Props, girl!

Nightly blabber

(A little back-ground: I am currently google-imaging English bull dogs, and looking up breeders in TX, and I turned over and said to Liz:)

Me: We should so name our new pup Fishy, or Porky, just like Rob Dyrdek (his bull-dogs are named Meaty & Beefy.)

Liz: Oh, Porky is totally cute. I like that. But, we'll have to get a chubby one.

(me thinking to myself, 'aren't all bull-dogs chubby?'...but that's beside the point, we have a name, people!)

Me: Well, we definitely have to get a boy then.

Liz: Oh no no, I refuse to get a boy dog. I don't want it humping my leg.

Me: But, I've only ever had boy dogs, and they've never humped me. I don't like girls. They're too moody. And, how do you expect to call a girl dog "Porky?"

(yes, people we just got in our first fight...over a dog that we don't even have yet).

Liz: (laughs aloud)

Me: I wonder if we could get a trans-gendered dog.

Liz: Or, we could just get a brother and a sister so they can play with each other and won't eat our couches.

Me: So, you mean we're just gunna leave them to run a muck in our apartment while we're not home?

Liz: Well yah, eventually we're going to have full-time jobs.

Me: I just don't know about that. I would feel so bad every time I left them.

Liz: Maybe we should start small then and get a gold-fish or something.

Me: Or a bunny!

Liz: Yah, if you want our apartment to smell like a petting zoo. 

Pretty Woman

Ms. Roberts on the March issue of Allure. I guess she's come out of hiding, but whoever styled this shoot and thought all of those rings were a good idea, should take her place. 

Your First Look

Here's Brit Brit on the set of her new music video "If You Seek Amy." Homegirl is lookin' good. The hair looks great, and those heels are ferosh! I'm so glad she's over her animated music-vid days. There's nothing like a dance-packed B. Spears music video. 

I'm a ghost of myself

It's official, people: I need a tan.....like woah. See for yourself:

(**Disclaimer: In the photo on the left, I even used the 'enhance' feature on i-Photo, and I still look pasty. The photo on the right is after one hour of sun last September. That's all I need. Just one hour of direct sunlight. Is that too much to ask?)

(Disclaimer #2: The photo on the right is also of me at a social last year. Just in case you were wondering why I was dressed as a tacky tourist, but I feel it best depicts my bronze potential.)

 

                                   

The weather here today is awful. I am bitter. Spring can not come fast enough. 

I need a cuddle buddy.

I'm so over the whole little dog obsession in Hollywood (sorry, Bruiser...don't hate me). For so long, I wanted a tea-cup malti-poo, which is basically a genetically manufactured maltese and poodle mix that is bred to fit and look cute in your purse, and that's about it. 

Picture below (now, don't everybody say 'aww' at once).

Living in my first big girl apartment, I have been thinking a lot more about a real companion. (Liz, I still love you, but I need someone to cuddle with on the couch while we watch TV). I want a dog that I won't worry about losing or stepping on or breaking. 

Lately, I have been thinking a lot more about an English Bull Dog (thanks to my brother who always makes me watch Rob & Big), or a yellow lab. You can't go wrong there, right? Seriously, how cute are these two pups? And, they're still cuddly and cute, but can stand their own ground and don't have to be carried around all the time. 

I really hope Liz lets me get one. I'll share!

(Oh, and if you guys have any name suggestions, holla at cha' girl).

"Nice big head, stick for a body."- S. Stevens

LiLo was spotted at Matthew Williamson's store opening last night in NYC, and guess who just happened to be there????

....My NY bestie, of course (pictured below).

From what he could observe, she was not partaking in her hard partying ways, but was extremely fidgety and very hyper. Also, he said she couldn't weigh more than 80 pounds. My theory is that she's just really, really good at hiding her bad habits. 

Ahh, just another day in the life of Seanny.

So you're saying you really can't afford Manolo's on a writer's salary?

Interesting article I read today on GAWKER.com:

"The Editorial Dream Lifestyle is Dead"

By Hamilton Nolan, 3:27 PM on Fri Feb 13 2009
'Remember Sex and the City? Where writing a dating column for a living supported Carrie's extravagant lifestyle? Well, those days are over. As is your hope for a luxurious life. The middle class is back!

Confessions of a Shopaholic is out now, starring an imaginary magazine writer who's able to be, you know, a Shopaholic. This is not even remotely workable in reality any longer, no matter how you contort your imagination. Former Radar editor Willa Paskin points out what's become only too obvious to all of us boots on the ground: magazine work is not the path to upper class lifestyle. Make up another dream job for aspiring Queens of New York, Hollywood:

If Shopaholic and its ilk are short on the paltry pay, long on the stilettos, that's partially thanks to the fact that very few people have a clear idea of what an editor actually does all day (or what they get paid to do it). The title has become shorthand for a creative, fun, professional white-collar job that involves very few set tasks. Since the particulars of the profession are so little known, screenwriters are free to present magazine work (inaccurately, it sadly turns out) as the ultimate fantasy, which requires employees to attend fancy fetes and photo shoots, groom and gossip compulsively, date handsome men and spend zero time on e-mail.

In fact, the lifestyle elements most magazine workers currently have in common are layoffs, pay cuts, student loan debt, and overwork. Whee, the Big Apple! But really, it's nothing to feel bad about. The idea that you could come to the big city and live the life of an heiress while working in such a pedestrian field as the print media was mostly a pipe dream from day one; and for those who did manage to do it, it was a passing anomaly.'

most disturbing picture evs.

(From TMZ of Octo-Mom)

Fierce.

She may not be Queen B on Gossip Girl, but lil J sure does have a keen sense of fashion. I'm totally loving this look, even if she's wearing tights with peep-toe pumps. After all, they are hot pink.

Unrecognizable, but in a good way.

Mary-Kate Olsen on the latest cover of Interview:

"Ever since I can remember, we dressed completely differently. Ashley would wear really baggy clothes and shoes that were too big for her, and I think my first favorite clothing item was a pair of spandex shorts with fringe on them! Leopard and white spandex. Ashley was more into florals and baggier clothes. So, I guess things don't change that much." [laughs]

Another one bites the dust....

CONGRATULATIONS, SISTER! Can't wait to hear all about the proposal deets!

Birthday Shoutout.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BESTEST DAD IN THE WHOLE WORLD!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND WISH I WAS HOME TO CELEBRATE WITH YOU!

Coincidence? I think not.

Life & Style's Cover this week of Octo-mom and Angie. (Side-note: when asked about plastic surgery, octo-mom denies, denies, denies). I believe that almost as much as I believe she didn't have the kids to make money.

Quote of the day.

One day at a time, all is becoming right in Britney World. Adnan Ghalib and Sam Lufti are so last year. Brit's former assistant, Felicia, who has been with her since the 'hit me baby one more time' days is joining her again. 

Here is what she had to say:
"Britney has always held a special place in my heart, and over the course of the last year I have seen her work harder than she ever has in her entire life. Sadly, I am really going to miss the Jonas boys, but I felt I had to be a part of this exciting time in Britney's career. I love Britney and missed her dearly."

Because no one looks good with a muffin top...

Need motivation to put down that corn dog and start hitting the gym before summer rolls around? Look no further than: thisiswhyyourefat.com. Don't ask me how I found this site, but my gag reflex has already gone off about 6 times this morning.

I am telling you, after viewing these horrific images, I have completely and utterly lost my appetite. Maybe, this isn't such a bad thing, though. Right before I'm about to make a really bad food decision, I will start looking at this site for encouragement. First things first, I just threw out my left-over pizza. I would rather starve than eat grease right now, (err at least until these images leave my conscious).

If this doesn't make you vomit, I don't know what will:

(Krispy Kreme bacon cheese-burger)

Daydreaming...

If I could pick one place to be right now, it would be HopeTown in the Bahamas (can you guys tell I'm ready for summer or what?). My family and I vacationed here for too many summers to count, but sadly we haven't been back in too many years to count. How, I miss thee....

Rain, rain go away.

The weather here today was depressing and gloomy, and it really got me thinking of how excited I am for Springtime, and Sunshine. I miss being tan, and it makes me sad every time I look in the mirror, and my face is a shade lighter than my body. I don't get it. My arms and legs stay brown year round, but my face, not so much.

I also am not a fan of Autumn/Winter fashions (especially when you live somewhere where the weather is as unpredictable as one day to the next.) I prefer the time of the year when the temperatures don't fall below 75, and a flowy dress and wedges are always considered appropriate.

To get me in the mood, I went on style.com to find out their trend predictions for my favorite upcoming fashion season, and thought I would share with you guys.


Gorgeous Goddess

80's Rock

Sporty and Spice

Moroccan Silk

Geometric Shapes

Depression (1920s) Chic

Update on Ri Ri

Here's the latest from TMZ.com (seriously, bloggers...get on it!) I wanna know more, but for now this is all we know:

"Law enforcement sources tell TMZ Rihanna's injuries were severe -- two 'huge contusions' which swelled up on both sides of her forehead. We're told she also suffered 'a bloody lip and nose'."

"One of the law enforcement people put it this way -- the contusions 'look like an MMA fighter or something ... [It] looked like she was growing devil's horns'."

Also, according to x17online.com, patients in the hospital could hear Ri 'screaming' & 'crying' from her room.

If I was Rihanna, I would unleash my umbrella, ella on Chris faster than you can say 'when the sun shines, we'll shine together.'

My fave looks from The Grammys