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My First Blog Award!

Tuesday, 31 August 2010 12 comments



I'd like to thank my Mum, my Dad, my boyfriend, my friend's dog, the tree outside my window.... just kidding. This award was given to me by Hotcakes over at Long Distance Love Affair, she has a super good blog so go check her out and leave her a nice comment. Thank you Hotcakes it's mucho appreciated! Can you tell I'm just a tiny bit chuffed?


Anywhoo here are are the rules:

1. Thank the blogger who gave it to you.
2. Sum up your blogging philosophy, motivation, and experience using five (5) words.
3. Pass it on to 10 other blogs which you feel have real substance.


My blogging philosophy wow that's deep. I think to cram all that into 5 words would be like trying to put my entire wardrobe into a matchbox and that's not going to happen. So I'm gonna cheat just a little...

Philosophy - The person you love is 72.8% water
Motivation - Misbehaving Men folk
Experience - I learn something new every day


These are the blogs i think have substance and i want to give an award to for entertaining me on a daily basis:


Welcome to the Jungle - Great blog about living in Hollywood

A Pre-Life Crisis - Possibly my fave blog at the moment, absolutely hilarious. Love it!

Be Real Be Happy - One of the first blogs i followed, great vintage items :)

DC Dating Divas - Dating in DC, fab blog about all things dating.

Awkward Sex and the City - Haha just thinking about this one makes me wanna burst out laughing, this girl has a wicked sense of humour and the attitude to boot.

Relationship Rant - Great blog about relationships. I love a good rant and i also love to to read one.

The Princess Diaries - Great little humorous blog that I'm reading at the moment.

Carrie Bradshaw is full of Shit - This is possibly the most hilarious blog ever! I mean ever! It's great so go take a look.

It's always Summer on the inside - Fairly new to discovering this one, but this girl has some great tutorials.

And you wanna see my feet - One of the first blogs i read when joining. Great relationship topics.

TOAR - OK so this one has an ace Twilight section and that means I'm a fan.

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Bite Me

Saturday, 28 August 2010 9 comments


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Yesterday i bumped into an old friend, let's call her Purple Neck. She'd either got a bit frisky with the Dyson, been attacked by Vampires (in which case, i would ask her to kindly point me in the direction of Edward Cullen), or she was playing rough with her fancy boy. I guessed the latter was true. I thought once you reached 15 your days of being covered in hickies were over. Apparently not. I mean she's in her 20's for Christmas sake!


Love bite, hickey, love stamp, whatever you want to call them. It appears that almost nothing will stop this face sucking, loved up branding ritual. We've all been there done that, got the huge, ugly bruises to prove it. So what's the point? We all try to conceal them, apart from Purple Neck who seemed to flaunt hers like badges of honour, but to me it just looks disgusting. I admit there was one time when i had my own little love bite collection going on, but i kept my shame well and truly hidden.

I guess it's fine in the Winter when polo necks and scarves are the norm, but in the summer you're gonna sweat like Paris Hilton in a pub quiz. Truthfully, is it really worth piling on the layers of woolly garments just so Granny won't ask how you managed to get a bruise the size of China on your neck? No one wants to have that conversation.

Maybe some guys want to temporarily brand their girlfriends as a warning to other guys in a "Hands off, she's taken," kinda way. I don't care how possessive you are, if you really think about it, they're caused by burst blood vessels.... and that's just gross. Whatever the reason behind this crazy love fetish, you can count me out. No leech is getting near my jugular! This is one tradition that just doesn't float my boat. I can confidently say my love biting days are over. Besides bruises just don't suit my skin tone.

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Are Men Threatened By Successful Women?

Wednesday, 25 August 2010 5 comments

Businesswoman touching buttocks of a businessman

I'm not saying all guys but it seems to me that some men are a little uncomfortable with us having power. Like it's an insult to their manly stature that their girlfriend is more successful than them. I suppose that's their hunter gatherer, me Tarzan you Jane instinct raring it's ugly head.

It's about time these guys got used to it. We didn't campaign for feminism just for an excuse to burn our bras. Nope, we wanted a slice of the action too.


Those women back in the day, just got sick of being chained to the sink and baking tarts all day like Fanny Cradock. Speaking of Fanny, she might well be the reason for this revolution, i mean who wants to end up looking like that, bless her cotton socks. It looks like she stole those eyebrows from Coco The Clown.


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Anyway back to my point. It seems to be a common misconception that every woman who has a high flying career must be a domineering, bossy, hard faced android. I mean that's the way movies portray us, think The Devil Wears Prada and the ginger one from SATC. As if we are all just trying to act like men with breasts. It's just not true. Just because we can be play the Boss doesn't mean we aren't still women.

What do you think? Are some men really threatened by us career girls?

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The Stig Revealed

Tuesday, 24 August 2010 3 comments

Some say his skin is made of aluminium and his heart runs on petrol, all we know is he's called The Stig... until now.

Yes that's right people, what we've all been been waiting years for has finally happened. The Stig has now supposedly lifted the the tinted visor of his helmet to reveal the face behind the enigma.

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For those of you who don't know who I'm rabbiting on about, here's a bit of background info... He has been known as only The Stig, he's the resident driver on the popular UK TV show Top Gear. We've been kept guessing for years as to who this mystery marvel could be. Most suspecting that only a top Formula 1 personality or rally driving champion could be lurking behind those all white leathers.

If you're thinking the latest person to be named as The Stig is a big name celeb, then guess again, its nothing quite so glamorous.

So are you ready..... Brace yourselves.....

Meet Ben, Ben Collins to be exact, a 35 year old racing driver, and all round normal geezer. OK so he's still a racing driver, but he's no Lewis Hamilton.

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If the rumours are true and this is The Stig I must admit I'm a bit disappointed, I'd imagined The Stig to be some tall, dark and dangerous motor devil, with bags of cash and a jaw line that would put David Coulthard to shame. No such luck folks. I cant help thinking that he should have kept the face well and truly hidden under that helmet of his. The mystery and fun of guessing was more exciting than actually knowing.

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Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart Kissing?

Sunday, 22 August 2010 0 comments

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Here they are arriving back from Montreal at LAX.


So i guess it's finally official... well kind of. Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart have been snapped by paps having a cheeky embrace at a party. This happened when R-Patz went to visit K-Stew in Montreal at the set of her new film. Although these pictures are pretty grainy, you can clearly see it's them. To be honest I'm a bit sick of this whole are they? aren't they? scenario. Either get it on or don't. Secretly though i must admit I'm hoping they aren't, R-Patz is mine mwahhahaha. Just kidding K-Stew, don't get your panties in a twist.

Check out the kissing photo's here.
Here's the link to the photo and article of them hugging enjoy!

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6 Things You Shouldn't Say On A First Date

Saturday, 21 August 2010 4 comments

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So you're on your first date with Mr Gorgeous but there's just no sparks flying. The conversation has fallen flat and the awkward silence is just too uncomfortable. In a desperate attempt to keep the conversation flowing you start jabbering on about the first thing that comes into your head. Big mistake. There are some topics that are just a no go on a first date. No matter how dull the chit chat is, don't be tempted to to talk for hours about some random idea that just popped into your head.

Things you shouldn't talk about on a first date:


Your Ex
First of all why the hell would you want to talk about him when you're sat across from a guy who would make your ex look like a professional gurner? Talking about him will only confirm that you're not ready for another relationship. Just don't do it. Fight the urge with every bit of strength you have. Even your friends are probably sick of hearing about how much of a loser your ex was, so why subject your future love interest to it as well. It's a huge turn off.


Your Pets
So you have seven cats all named after the seven dwarfs, hi-d-friggin-ho. Your about to bore him to death. Telling him about the time Dopey got stuck up a tree or how you named your pet goldfish Omen because it's Nemo spelled backwards, doesn't make you sound like a caring animal lover - it makes him imagine you as a creepy spinster lady with hundreds of feline friends and a fish to boot. Not a great image.

Being an animal lover is one thing, but a crazy "I'd love my animals more than you," doesn't go down so well.


Telling Jokes
If you start doing this then it's time to give up and go home.

What guy can resist a witty Woman? Well it's easy to resist a bad comedian. By all means add in the odd clever remark or sarcastic comment to spice up the banter, but don't try too hard. Avoid the knock knock's, the what do you call a blonde who... and the Christmas cracker favourite that had your drunk uncle in stitches. Why? Because they're never that funny and you could even offend him. Remember he's on a date with you not Adam Sandler, there's no need for your rehearsed comic musings and poorly executed punch lines.


Religion/Politics
Whoa there Joan of Arc, lets not get too heavy on a first date. These two topics are inevitably going to lead to arguments. It may be an important part of your life but don't trip him up on the first hurdle. Save it for the fourth date.


Your Mother
No matter what relationship you and your mother have, good or bad, don't bring this up on a first date. So your mother still does your laundry and comes round to cook you dinner five nights a week... just shut your pie hole now before the damage is permanent. Zip it, lock it, and throw that metaphorical key as far as you can. Think of the movie Monster in Law and cringe!


Your perfect wedding
Can you see that speck on the horizon? That's your date running away as fast as he can. If there's one thing you shouldn't talk about on a first date it's this. It's enough to scare even the most committed bloke away. A first date is reserved for getting to know each other not planning the nuptials. Keep schtum.

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He's Cheating On You

Thursday, 19 August 2010 4 comments

a road sign saying broken heart ahead


What do you do if your friend's boyfriend/husband is cheating on her?


This is an age old dilemma, and a situation that should be treated with delicacy and tact. Should you be completely honest and tell them everything you know? Or do you keep quiet and hope that she finds out on her own? Do you sit and pray that the cheater owns up and tells her himself? What is the right thing to do?

These are the kind of questions you will beat yourself up with if you're unlucky enough to find yourself in this situation. It's a gut wrenching feeling but there are a few options to consider:

Route A - Tell your friend as soon as you find out, honesty is the best policy

If you choose this route you're taking a big gamble with your friendship. Telling all might only make your friend resent you. You need to think very carefully before jumping to conclusions.

So you saw your friends beau sat across from a stunning blonde (stroking her hand) at the local restaurant, he must be dirty, a cheating scumbag right? ...Steady on Sherlock, just because he's having dinner with another woman does not mean he's going all Bill Clinton on her ass.

What you saw could be completely innocent, there's a chance it could be his sister/colleague/close friend. Perhaps he was comforting her through a crisis. OK so its not likely but before you go rushing off to tell the world, make sure you get your facts absolutely right. Nobody likes a tell tail, even less when what they tell you isn't true. My advice is tread carefully - you're walking a dangerously thin line between friend and frenemy.

Route B - Keep it to yourself

This is equally as painful. Sure it may seem like the easiest solution in the short term but that big hunk of a secret is going to eat away at you every time you see your friend. Maybe you think telling the truth only causes more hurt, after all what business have you getting involved in someone else's relationship? Well consider this, if the situation was reversed and it was your boyfriend who cheated, wouldn't you want to know?

Beware of keeping secrets from friends, all lies come out eventually, and if she finds out you knew all along, you can kiss your friendship goodbye. Your friend would never trust you again so isn't it better to get it off your chest? If she's a good enough friend she will not judge you and your friendship should stay strong, unfortunately though it doesn't always work this way.

Route C - Talk to the scumbag

The thought of having a face to face confrontation with the cheat may make you feel sick to your stomach but it might be the best option, especially if you are unsure what the situation is. This gives him the option to explain or defend his position. Try to keep an impartial view, hear him out fairly. He's less likely to offer up a confession if you go steaming in there like the Incredible Hulk.

If he confesses, offer him an ultimatum - either he tells her... or you do. Giving him the chance to own up is the fairest way to do it, but if he refuses then he isn't worth wasting oxygen on. He's a certified, banged to rights love rat and deserves every bit of comeuppance he gets. If this happens go straight to your friend and tell her in the nicest way possible that he is a cockroach and he doesn't deserve her. Then help her throw his stuff out the window and cut up his favourite shirt.


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The Expendables

Monday, 16 August 2010 4 comments

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I wasn't exactly jumping for joy at the thought of sitting through two hours of an ageing sly Stallone and company running around shooting people whilst predictably having time slip in the odd clever one liner.

Expecting a bunch of geriatric action hero wrinklies struggle to keep up the pace, i was surprised that watching this was not as painful as i'd expected. The raw man meat action was thrilling and it was mildly funny in parts. Although i was a bit disappointed at the lack of screen time given to Arnie, and a cameo appearance by Bruce Willis seemed kind of pointless.

The movie was a big slice of action pie... in other words lots of blood, guts and manly grunting. John Statham made a good addition to the cast as an accomplished knife throwing brute. I know it’s wrong but afterwards it made me wanna join a knife throwing club - don't judge okay.

All in all not a bad watch if you can stand the testosterone charged action sequences and Dolph Lundgren’s sluggish accent - i can't believe i used to fancy him.


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Fashionably Late

Sunday, 15 August 2010 2 comments


Photo credit: clarita from morguefile.com


The boyfriend has to be on time for everything, when it comes to keeping to a schedule he is a complete control freak. He has to plan everything down to a "T" even the bathroom breaks... okay so maybe I'm exaggerating just a tad there, but this guy is so regimented when it comes to punctuality. Sometimes its a good thing he keeps time like an Army Sergeant, because there have been many occasions where I'd of been late for an appointment if he hadn't continuously reminded me to hurry the hell up.

Me on the other hand, well I'm more of a “I'll do it whenever,” free spirited kind of gal. I take a spontaneous approach to activities. Planning everything only takes the fun out of stuff right? Besides I don't like to rush, rushing bugs me. When i have to get ready in a rush i always feel like crap, as if I'm on my way out the door without something vital like my shoes.

Last night was no exception, it was Saturday and for me and the boyfriend that meant dinner and movie night. Well i was late (again) we got to the restaurant late and were told there would be a thirty minute wait for food. Not good since the film was starting in 45 minutes. Anyways we were starving so we took the chance and waited for our food to arrive. When it did, we had like ten minutes to eat, run to the cinema, buy tickets and find our seats.

We had to eat like cavemen, shoveling huge portions into our mouths and barely chewing before swallowing. Oh how romantic we are. I must have looked very attractive with my cheeks bulging like a hamster, whilst staring lovingly across the table at him struggling to chew the remainder of his steak. Bad times. We looked like untrained circus animals trying to balance the huge piles of food wedged on our forks.

Needless to say it wasn't the usual romantic dinner out. Which i admit was my fault. If you saw us in the restaurant you wouldn't be thinking “Aw cute couple,” you'd be thinking “Aw they must be special needs.” It was horrific but we managed to get through dinner without cutting off our air supply completely and made it to the cinema with minutes to spare.

I'm sorry boyfriend for always being late, but the only reason I'm late is because i want to look good. I'm sure if i turned up wearing sweat pants and an I heart my Mum top you would be less than impressed. I guess you're right though. Despite my lovely outfit and my perfect make up, no one looks good with a gob full of cod. Consider my lesson learnt.

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Zac Efron

Friday, 13 August 2010 3 comments


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What is it about this guy that makes these girls go crazy? Call me strange but i just don't get it, he looks like a pixie! I think whoever created him, was watching Disney's Peter Pan at the time because they are the spitting image. Maybe in a few years when he actually goes through puberty he might seem more attractive. There's something about watching a barely 20 something guy prance around singing cheesy songs and spreading the moral word, that says I'm not a man... "I'm a Disney puppet," and that's just about as sexy as catfish. So sorry Efron but you just don't do it for me.

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Where Have All The Real Men Gone?

Monday, 9 August 2010 23 comments

This is a major bugbear for me. The modern age has unleashed a whole new breed of man. Gone are the days of chest hair and stubble, replaced with guy-liner and man bags. These so called Metrosexuals are roaming the streets looking “oh so chic,” with their designer haircuts and groin strangling skinny jeans. Don’t get me wrong, I love a man who knows how to dress well, but I’d rather date a slug than date someone who looks hotter than me. Think of all the bathroom time they take up just preening themselves and fake tanning their eyelids or whatever. Get a grip guys; I want a lumberjack not a ballerina. Grow some man hair you wimps.

At some point, all girls have dreamt of a knight in shining armour, someone strong and handsome to rescue her from the drab world we live in, but not once did that dream consist of a knight wearing a Gucci satchel and driving a Mini Cooper.

I feel the need to speak out to these girly guys and say STOP! No more fake tan, no more waxing your brows or trimming your nasal follicles and no more styling gel, you have enough on to tame a woolly mammoth, you fool.

Give me a rugged – “I can light a match on my stubble,” kind of guy, and I’m not talking about some low grade, couch potato that’s never heard of a razor. Think Gerard Butler. Pure sexual man beast, that isn't afraid of working up a sweat.

So where have all the real men gone? Well ladies, it’s a severe case of The Stepford Husbands. Someone, somewhere is creating these boy band boneheads and they’d better stop before I hunt them down in my killer heels. No woman wants a boyfriend that spends more time looking in the mirror than at her. So I urge all you ladies out there, who still like you’re men, manly to stand up and say, “No! You can’t borrow my overnight moisturiser.”

For those of you who live under a rock and don't know your Metros from your Hetros, these picture references should explain things…
Typical Metro - You just love yourself don’t you Ronaldo? Yes, you have a nice body, I get it, but stop dressing up like a peacock, it offends my eyes.
No, this isn't the Phantom of the Opera - it’s your boyfriend stealing your facemask.
Oh my days! Thank goodness for the beard or else I wouldn't be able to tell.
You must be cool because you're wearing sunglasses, indoors, in the dark. You numpty.
That's right always start with the chest, just leave your face looking like a whipped cream Santa beard, we don't mind. The smooth chest is all peachy when it's just been shaved but wait a week and running your hands along his chest, will feel like stroking a porcupine. Nice.

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