I’ll spare everyone my redundant thoughts on what happened at the Oscar’s. (Anne was annoying, show was predictable, Mila killed it in that dress…) To change it up, I’d like to discuss what DIDN’T happen. Where were all the celebrities? Totally get that it was a year of smaller, independent films. But it’s the OSCARS. In no particular order, the no-shows:
Brad and Angelina
Tom and Katie
Ashton and Demi
Ben and Jen
Michael and Catherine
Sarah Jessica Parker
Daniel Day Lewis
Philip Seymour Hoffman
Meryl Streep (!!!)
The nominees and winners from last year’s show, including: Woody Harrelson, Christopher Plummer, Stanly Tucci, Christopher Waltz, Mo’Nique, Carey Mulligan, Gabourey Sidibe, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Anna Kendrick, among others.
And last but not least, THE ENTIRE Inception cast? Hey guys, pretty sure you were nominated for Best Picture. I’m talking to you, Leo.
Oh hello Blog…I do apologize for being so MIA, but I’ve been apartment hunting, which always starts out fun and promptly turns into a nightmare. More on that later. I’ll try to recap my last week or so with some important stuff combined with some less important stuff. I’ll start with the fluff. Here goes nothing.
And then I returned them. Cuter in theory for me, I wish they were open toed. If you can rock them, I’d love to see!
* I love Jennifer Aniston’s new hair. It makes me want to chop all of mine off, again.
*My friend, Rachelle, came to visit me at work. We used to sit back to back, and then next to each other for yearsandyears and hourafterhour at Wife Swap. Now we’re both on the west coast, and she’s kicking ass at Undercover Boss. It was so good to see her.
*Now on to more serious things. I found out I lost an old friend last week. He had a great life and went peacefully. If only we were all so lucky. It’s never easy though, is it? He will definitely be missed. I hope he’s in heaven now, sharp as ever. Rest in peace, Papa.
*I also found out something so, so cool. Remember my friend, Adam, the zookeeper? The San Diego Zoo named their new baby hippo after him! You can read more about it here. Welcome Adhama!
*My friend, James’, memorial also took place. You should definitely watch this video. Jodi wrote a beautiful, beautiful speech, which I wish I could have seen her deliver in person. To protect her privacy, I don’t want to publish the whole speech here. However, she used a phrase to describe James that really stuck with me. She said, “James was good at life.” This cut me to my core. Note to self: BE GOOD AT LIFE.
*Work is ca-ra-zy. Not only is The Bachelor season winding down, but my department handles the Oscar’s. No, I don’t get to go. (But my friends and coworkers do…boo!) I don’t know much about it, but I personally will be watching out of curiosity to see the Anne/James train wreck OR masterpiece! Totally jealous of certain coworkers who’ve been popping by the sound checks.
*Tomorrow is my little f’er’s 2nd birthday. Poor little guy, it’s going to be raining all day. In the meantime, Happy Birthday Bruley!
Don’t be too excited little man!
*And now, I’m off to a day-long taping! Anyone have an extra Ambien? I need to sleep til Tuesday.
So first things first, I love Brit. Always have, always will. My personal thoughts on that video? Well, the fight sequence would have been cool if Mariah hadn’t already done it. The paint? Same thing, replace Willow. She certainly looks less dead behind the eyes, which is a step in the right direction. A friend sent me an insider’s description. Apparently, (and bear with me), the video is supposed to go a little something like this:
A star/pop princess hits the earth. Everyone wants a piece of her. (Sound familiar?) She’s being controlled by everyone around her, including the media. She then finds herself trapped in a marriage. Hence the huge-ass, white ‘wedding’ dress. She’s blindly led by all the people behind the scenes. Hence the blind dancers under her dress. She then tries to fight it. She fights the image they’ve created. Hence the brutal battle. The pop princess dies. And then the real Brit, emerges strong and even bigger and better than before.
To which I say, uhh, what? Can’t she just dance? K, thanks. REMEMBER WHEN:
Confession. I’m 26. I think I have Bieber fever. It started back in November. I decided to pop by the Nokia theater for the AMA sound checks the day before the show. (Perk #7328937 of the gig). I arrived early to catch the Backstreet Boys rehearse with NKOTB. Oh! Funny side story. Joey McIntyre hadn’t flown in yet, so they needed a stand in. Out of nowhere, I hear, “Lance! Lance!” And sure enough, Lance Bass runs up to say hello to the boys. He mocked taking position, and it was like the boyband trifecta of my youth had finally become complete. Anyway, the NKOTBSB were amazing. AJ sat next to me for a minute to take in the view of the stage, Nick sat right in front of me, and it took everything I had not to turn into a 14 year-old-teeny bopper all over again. Inside I was dying. On the outside, I was a calm, collected, Oh hey BSB, I’m just gonna keep looking at my blackberry cause I need to appear important and professional, person. So after watching Pink wrap up her rehearsal, I made a dash to the bathroom. I did my thing and barged out of the ladies room, only to absolutely COLLIDE with a small child.
I reached out and touched his arm; I apologized. (OMG, I just took out a kid, calm yourself!) And then I heard the shrieking from behind a barricade. And then I froze. I looked up and saw 6, very large-and-in-charge men staring at me. I looked beyond the men and realized I was getting DEATH STARES from little girls stuck outside. And then I realized the kid had fantastically shiny hair. Really, truthfully, a great head of hair. Oh fuck me. Fuck fuck fuck. Way to go, Tins, I managed to walk run out of the bathroom at the EXACT moment the Biebs and his entourage were making their way into the theater for rehearsals. (He was fine by the way.) He smiled and kept walking. A bodyguard shook his head at me. (Oh, like I meant it, jackass!) And we all walked back into the theater, and all was well in the world.
Except for me! All it took was one whiff and an up close and personal experience with that hair. I tots have Bieber Fever. I’ve been keeping it a secret, but with all the exposure he’s been getting lately, I have to just come out with it. I need some Advil, stat.
I have a few more stories from that night—I told Taylor she sounded great in sound check, to which she profusely thanked me over and over again. Girl is seriously adorable, even after an overnight flight from Japan and some serious exhaustion. Although her faux-snow landed right in my dinner. Could have done without that. The Band Perry was shocked I knew other songs off their album besides, “If I Die Young.” Rhianna is really someone to watch rehearse if you ever get a chance. Same goes for Usher—talk about a perfectionist, but in the most professional way. And Pink? Love her. Amazingly hilarious.
And I realized I never posted pictures from the AMA’s, so here goes nothing:
This is roughly hour 8 of rehearsals, and Unger and I started to get loopy:
Pink’s balloons, which landed precisely on my head. I thought someone would have told me they were going all out in rehearsal, and perhaps I may want to move.
Hard to tell, but here I am amongst 100000 balloons:
Bachelor question - does the bachelor decide who goes on which date before knowing what the date will be?
Related: that date with Michelle reminded me WAY too much of Vienna and Jake's bungee jumping date, and we all know where that went.
Hi! Again, so sorry for the delay. I’m seeing messages I wasn’t seeing before. Chris also recently answered this question in the same article. He explained, “It’s a mix between producers and the Bachelor or Bachelorette. Sometimes we ask Brad, “Who do you want to spend time with? Who has been slighted?” Sometimes it’s someone he really wants to put on the spot or wants to go home. He definitely had a say in who went on the two-on-one date [in the next episode].” I don’t mean to keep quoting Chris, but it’s really no deeper than that! It really depends what’s happening or what’s best for the show.
As far as the Michelle/Vienna comparison. You know what I find so interesting? The girls all openly hated Vienna her season. This season there isn’t really a villain amongst the girls—aside from the occasional comment from Chantal. It makes me think Michelle has a really great sense of humor. I have a feeling she doesn’t take herself too seriously when the cameras aren’t rolling. She provided a lot of laughter this season, so I will miss her. In the end, I’m glad Brad figured out they weren’t a good match. Perhaps Jake can learn from a more seasoned gentleman!
Here is the ultimate Bachelor question.... Does the guy really have any input on planning the dates? I mean cooommee on, there is no way that Brad plans all of those dates.
And, are we really supposed to believe that it was all just a coincidence that they ended up at the race track, and he made her fly on a private plane?
Hey! So sorry for the delay. My message box has been having issues. Anyway, the short answer is yes and no. Chris Harrison actually recently answered this. Specifically, he said, “This date and season were set up before Emily was cast. She ended up on the NASCAR date by happenstance.” As with any TV show, there is a LOT of pre production. I don’t think the show is trying to make you believe Brad woke up one day and thought Las Vegas/Costa Rica/Anguilla would be fun little trip. That would be a nightmare for the travel department! The NASCAR date really irked a lot of people (myself included, at first), but in the end, I personally looked to Emily. It’s her story, her experience, her life. She posted a video telling people not to freak out about it, so I think it worked out okay. Thanks for following and asking!
You guys. This actually happened! First, KB finally started her blog. Second, someone in our building LEFT THIS NOTE on her car. I mean, really? Who has that much time on their hands in the morning? If anything, they gave us a GREAT laugh and an awesome new nickname for KB.
Now, I’ve had some parking notes in my day (KB’s not exactly the best parker or driver for that matter) but this one is really a GEM. I found it on my car this morning and all I could do was laugh, I guess i missed it when I left work late last night.
I was really late for work yesterday, I don’t doubt that I did a lousy parking job …still a little harsh…
Who has the time to scribble out a note in the morning before heading in to work, I certainly never do!
Girl I have a boyfried. I’m allergic to flowers. He knows this, and so he doesn’t get them for me…no sense in spending money to make me sick, right? And I STILL am that girl. I blame our genetic makeup.
I promised myself I wouldn’t be upset. I promised myself I wouldn’t be bitter or angry or mad. I promised no blog posts. But, you see, Valentine’s Day was always special. Special because it happened to be our anniversary, as well. This year things are obviously different.
But I knew it would be different, and I was okay with it. I had six years of great Valentine’s days. Fun presents, beautiful flowers, and mediocre dinners. (Not his fault—every year, we said no prix-fixed bullshit next year, but then we’d succumb and go out). I was doubly lucky. And I knew that. So this year I said, I’m not going to make snarky FB posts. I’m going to be happy for my friends—genuinely. I even resisted the urge to dress like Marilyn Manson this morning. My plans for the night include dinner at home, catching up on my DVR, and snuggling with Bru. After all, Bru DID send me a Snoopy e-card. What more does a girl need? I was just going to treat it like a normal Monday night.
I thought work would be a safe haven. My mistake. I knew there would be treats and cookies and cakes. That I can handle. The one thing I didn’t anticipate has sent me down a spiral of emotion. The flower deliveries. It’s so silly I know. But every time that damn delivery guy walks down the aisle, my heart breaks a little. I think every girl thinks, “Is that for me? Could be FOR ME?” And this year, I know it’s not. No bouquet of roses. No tulips because he knew I didn’t really like roses. The only roses this year are on The Bachelor promo poster hanging next to my desk. But it’s normal right? I think every girl hopes that in some alternate universe, those flowers are for her. And I’m happy for the woman down the hall when I hear her shriek with the delight when the delivery guy double checks her office number and smiles when he’s found the right one. I’m not bitter our office resembles a damn florist with bouquets on every desk. I’m just a little sad.
Obsessed. First Swifty wrote, “Enchanted,” which is such a great song about meeting a guy and hoping he doesn’t have a girlfriend. Turns out it’s about Adam from Owl City.
Until now, Adam hasn’t responded. Well la-di-fuckin-dah, it’s Valentine’s Day, and he finally responded. Part of me wants to cry tears of teenage joy and hope they get together now. I mean, this is only-in-the-movies type stuff. The other part of me is like, damnit. Damnit to hell. I’ll probably never write a song about a dude. And he’ll most definitely never respond, adding a verse about how he was enchanted to meet me, too. I shared the story with my coworker. He responded:
Me: um, obsessed Him: um. whoa. Me: Love. Him: geez louise. that’s what dreams are made of Me: For reals. Him: like….alright i’m single until that happens to me…case closed
I knew you'd come through for me! Amazing how little fact-checking is being done by "journalists" now.
Agreed! Can you imagine being given the task of tracing every rumor?! But in all seriousness (not that they tell me anything), I haven’t even heard a whisper of his name around the office. I could be wrong, but this one seems like a total case of journalists jumping on the bandwagon.
When you work in TV, sooner or later you’ll book travel. I happen to really like booking travel, so it’s no big deal. I’ve booked a million hotels, found cars in cities where I’m pretty sure they only have horses, and manipulated the shit out of the airline industry. You find yourself saying insane things like, “Can’t you MAKE a direct flight?” And the poor person on the other end of the line is sitting there going, “No Ma’am. I’m a housewife in Utah. I can’t make a new route for your ‘very important’ boss.” You know that great scene in The Devil Wears Prada where Miranda/Meryl is bitching about a flight when there is a hurricane outside? BEEN THERE. Anyway, I digress. I just called to confirm a hotel reservation at a veryniceandhighend hotel in a major metropolitan city. The woman legit said:
"I have a reservation arriving tomorrow and derparturing Sunday."
Not departing. Not even departuring. De-R-par-tur-ing.
I was born and raised in LA. I moved to New York for 8 years. I’m back in LA now. I feel like I’m a pretty good judge, and I only agree with about 85% of this. Then again, I supposed that’s “very LA” of me.
“Be undeniably good. When people ask me how do you make it in show business or whatever, what I always tell them and nobody ever takes note of it ‘cause it’s not the answer they wanted to hear — what they want to hear is here’s how you get an agent, here’s how you write a script, here’s how you do this — but I always say, ‘Be so good they can’t ignore you.’ If somebody’s thinking, ‘How can I be really good?’, people are going to come to you. It’s much easier doing it that way than going to cocktail parties.”—Steve Martin (via petervidani)
I’m not exactly sure of the date, but I know it’s coming up on a year since I started this blog. BTW, don’t you hate saying “I have a blog” out loud? It ranks up there with people commenting on something you said on Facebook in real life. Stop it! It all lives in the Internet! I love my blog, I love blogging, I especially love my blogging friends, but it’s just not to be spoken about. I’m not ashamed, but I do get kinda shy about it. Makes no sense, I know. Anyway, one of the reasons I started blogging had to do with my friend, Becky. I’ve mentioned her before, and you can find a shout out in my “about me.” I not-so-secretly envied her blog, and when I moved to the west coast, I just had to do it. Since then, I’ve been back to visit her twice. This most recent trip was probably the most special. Why? Baby Evan of course! Here we were in October, with our friend Bree:
And then, here we are in January:
Just look at that face! And is she not the sweetest mama ever?
And now things have come full circle. Guess who finally decided to blog after years of talking about it? Our friend, Bree! Follow her people, she’s hilarious.
I’m kind of an expert. Okay, that’s an exaggeration. But put it this way, I’ve researched them all. I’ve consulted many, many vets. I’ve heard the arguments—kibble for their teeth! Wet food is crap! Raw is the only acceptable way to go! It all became noise in my head, and poor Bruley could probably nail a brand taste test if needed. Why? 1. I’m a crazy dog lady, no shame there. 2. Bruley is allergic to chicken, lamb, corn, eggs, soy, rye, etc. etc. etc. I knew French Bulldogs were prone to allergies, but you never think your dog will fit the mold. Thousands of dollars spent, tears galore, and trip after trip to the vet, I finally gave in and had him allergy tested. I couldn’t bear another day of this:
The 6 week wait (not to mention the hypo-allergenic cat food diet he had to endure) was brutal. And don’t even get me started on changing my detergent, hair products, and even looking into changing the grass in my yard. But finally, FINALLY, the results came in. So it wasn’t the cheepo brands that were the problem. Nor was it the extra expensive, organic, mostly raw food. It didn’t matter which brand if the ingredients were all the same! That’s not to say I would start feeding him Pedigree. But once I knew the source of the problem, I could start over fresh. Bru is now on Natural Balance Sweet Potato and Fish kibble. Even though he’s seemingly allergic to everything, he can still eat fish, red meat, turkey, ham, venison, duck, and a variety of grains and vegetable. He LOVES tomatoes. Finally, no more hives, no more wallet drainage, no more hair pulling—mine, not his, and a happy, healthy pup.
Why am I posting this? Two reasons. I know I have some Frenchie followers out there. If any of you are going through something similar, you are not alone! Message me! Secondly, thanks to SarahspelledwithanH, I checked out Ebates. How did I not know about this before?! Do you even know the $$$ I could have saved! Sarah, you are a genius!
I just ordered a 28 pound of kibble from PetcareRX, and I got 12% cash back, 15% coupon, 20% off because I pretended to navigate away from the site, and free shipping! WHAT! If I were better at math, I’d calculate that all out. I just know it’s amazing. Thank you Sarah. And you should all check out Ebates. Not just for dog food!
After following you...and seeing pictures of the adorable puppy...I saw this and thought of you. :D
How sweet are you! Thanks for following, and thanks for thinking of me. Bruley always loves a compliment, too. I also have to ask, are you in contact with my mother? She recently gave me a different version of the calendar, which I love. Although, I kind of like the one you sent better. Shhh…don’t tell my mom! Thanks again!
God, I'm watching Glee now and all I can think about is CH-ord (showing my support here) being a DOUCHELORD. And it gives me the sadz because I like to think everyone in Hollywood is nice. Le sigh. But keep your Hollyglam lifestyle stories coming, they feed my obsession with celebrities!
1. CH-ORD FTW. Thanks for the support! I’ve seen in a few gossip columns lately, mostly in The Awful Truth, his reputation is starting to be less than stellar. I’ve even heard from more than a few sources that he WAS originally cast to be Kurt’s boyfriend until he threw a fit. So on top of everything, he may be homophobic. So awesome right? I almost died when I read he was chatting up Mila Kunis at the after-parties. She already dated Macaulay, dude. How many awkwardly pale, big lipped blond guys does one chick need? Move along Ch-ord.
2. Douchelord? How is this word not in my vocabulary? Duly noted. Thank you!
3. Agreed. Always disappointing when celebs turn out to be assholes. To balance it out, I will say that Taylor Swift was an absolute doll when I met her briefly in November. They’re not all bad!
Sometimes I get inside info. This one unfortunately didn’t come from me or a trusted friend, but I totally believe it. My friend sent me this girl’s blog, and it was too good not to share. Sounds very possible (and typical) of a production company/tv. I believe!
"So first of all: I got some inside scoop on the “WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT YOU THERE WITHOUT KELSEY!” comment. Living in NYC you get all kinds of inside information, and this one is a doozy. Word was passed my way via one of the housewive’s NYC hairdresser/makeup artist. Apparently, this was not to be discussed at the Bravo Reunion and that there was a moment when Camille looked at Andy and said “Can I say it” but the answer was NO. Can she say what? That Bravo had a wee little budget for filming and that what they were REALLY discussing in that scene is: “Why is Bravo sending the (only available) camera crew with YOU to Hawaii if Kelsey isnt going to be there, instead of coming with me when MY WHOLE FAMILY is going to Mexico for Spring Break.” – Kyle."
Mubarak is now saying he wants to step down, but he can’t because there will be chaos.
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK IS HAPPENING NOW?
Time to step down, Sir. Stop the violence. Let’s not lose Egypt to extremists. And while I’m at it, can we get Christine Amanpour, Anderson Cooper, and Katie Couric out of there? They’ve all been attacked. All bets are off for journalists, obviously. Yep, I’d sum it all up as CHAOS, Mubarak.
“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”—Nelson Mandela (via katiebellbananas)