Mar 30, 2010

I Really Love . . .

While I'm sure some people like Sundays because they're lazy, a great day to grab brunch (which some call the best meal of the day), and a good day for a nap. For me, Sundays mean a bag of fun is delivered to my parents' house early in the morning.

I'm talking, of course, about the Sunday New York Times.

The Sunday New York Times doesn't have full-color comics (or any comics, for that matter) or circulars letting me know that "Something's Gotta Give" is now $5 (I turn to my second Sunday love, the Target circular for that news). The Sunday New York Times just provides me with the best variety of reading material, all perfectly-suited for a lazy Sunday.

I start with Sunday Styles, reading whatever pop culture and fashion stories are on the front page. I never miss the Social Q's section (I love a good etiquette question) and read Modern Love with rapt attention (this column isn't just about romantic love, they've had great articles about adoption, taking care of aging parents, etc). After this, I move onto the Holy Grail--the wedding announcements. Now I don't read these to ooh and ahh over Sally Cheerleader who graduated from Rollins with a degree in interdisciplinary studies. I look for the long announcements, that tell a story, usually a funny "how we met" or proposal story. The best one I saw was a couple that met while working on a Will Ferrell movie, Will himself was even in their announcement photo. I don't take these as seriously as Katherine Heigl in "27 Dresses" or Charlotte from "Sex and the City", but it's still soooo fun to read (note to friends, I'm happy to help write your wedding announcement . . . )

Then, it's on to the NYT Magazine. You never know what the cover story will be (usually something I won't read), but the features inside are fascinating. The "10 Questions For" is always an interesting read (like finding our Mayor Bloomberg takes the subway to work). I usually find a feature or two I like, but the money page is the last one "Lives". Someone writes an essay, usually about a time or aspect of their life. It feels like an excerpt from a novel, and it's a novel I wish I could buy. My favorite one ran almost ten years ago, but I hardly ever read the Lives section without thinking about it:

So next time you're in Starbucks, enjoying your lazy Sunday (I can't wait to enjoy Starbucks again, I gave it up for Lent and it has been rough), pick up a Sunday NYT (if you can find one, they go fast!). You might find a few favorite sections as well, and have something to contribute to the awkward Monday morning chats with sleepy co-workers.

Mar 25, 2010

Throwback Thursday: Wife-beaters and Phantom Planet

Since I'm all about themes and alliterations, I'm introducing Throwback Thursdays--a nod to the my nostaligic nature (there I go with alliterations again) and share a pop culture piece of my youth.

Today, we remember infinity pools, time in juvy, and the many witticisms of Adam Brody. Of course, I'm talking about The OC.

Theme Song that was waaayyy overplayed

The show had a completely believable premise (light years before The Blind Side showed up and was nominated for Oscars)--a delinquent teen is taken in by his public defender and his family. Of course, the teen is actually a good kid, very smart, just happens to have a bit of a temper (as illustrated in the first episode when he gets into a fight, resulting in the quintessential line "Welcome to the OC, bitch").

Every week, you had something to look forward to:

Adam Brody's facial expressions. Favorite line of his "It was like I was Nemo and just wanted to go home."

Peter Gallagher's eyebrows

And lots of teen angst.

Seriously, this show had it all. From Marissa's debutante ball where her dad got punched out to the earthquake that ended the series (with Kirsten in labor of course), we saw more character deaths, weddings, overdoses, and Summer Roberts freak-outs than we could ever need.

So I leave you with this, clips from the best holiday ever, Chrismukkah.

Mar 22, 2010

Go for a dip . . .

In the largest pool in the WORLD:


This pic from Intelligent Travel is of the pool at San Alfonso Del Mar in Chile. It's half a mile long, 115 feet deep, and holds more than 66 MILLION gallons of water (an Olympic pool holds 660,000 gallons).

Swimsuit season, she's a here :-)

Mar 17, 2010

Win An Oscar? Call Your Divorce Lawyer

Clearly, I love the Oscars. However, there is one thing I don't love about Hollywood's most prestigious awards. The Oscar Curse. In case you're unfamiliar, it's an unofficial "curse" that befalls the Best Actress winner within a few years of winning the award. The long-term relationship she's in will end. It sucks. But it has happened an astounding six times in the past ten years, most recently to Kate Winslet, who announced her separation from hubby Sam Mendes yesterday, a cool 13 months after the gold guy joined her awards stash. For further proof of the curse, see below:

It all started with Julia Roberts and Benjamin Bratt. She wins her Oscar for Erin Brockovich, three months later they're kaput.

One could point out that the demise of their marriage had to do more with his sex addiction than her Oscar win, but it's all a little too coincidental.

And the roughest break-up of them all:

Reese and Ryan (how perfect were their names?!), called it quits 8 months after she won her Oscar for "Walk the Line" (which is my addiction movie, if I happen to catch it on TV, whatever I was doing goes out the window and I watch the rest of it). After winning our hearts in "Cruel Intentions", and then having two adorable children, they broke up. I actually remember getting a few tears in my eyes when I saw this on Facebook (where I get all my breaking news apparently). Definitely the roughest of all Oscar break-ups for me (as much as I like Hillary Swank in Million Dollar Baby, Chad Lowe freaks me out; and I don't really have an attachment to Stuart Townsend and Charlize Theron). Here's hoping that the latest rumor about Sandra Bullock and Jesse James is false, or they would take the cake for worst break-up for me.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!

It wouldn't be SPD without a little Leprechaun/crackhead comic relief. Enjoy:

Luck o' the Irish

With an Irish last name, a lot is expected of you on St. Patrick's Day. You definitely have to wear green (which luckily I own a lot of), hold your own at the bar, and spout Irish factoids and history on demand. It also means you're supposed to have a lot of luck. I used to actually think I had bad luck, or at least was always a victim of Murphy's Law. However, I'm taking a leaf out of Saving the Best for Last's book today, and considering myself a lucky Irish gal:

I am lucky because a restaurant that serves amazing queso and margaritas is a short walk from my apartment

I am lucky because I got to spend last weekend with some of my favorite people and they are all a less than 4-hour drive or 1-hour plane ride away

I am lucky because my parents are a short drive away, but even if I don't see them all the time, I can pick up the phone and have a 5 minute or 2 hour conversation with them.

I am lucky because my extended family actually likes hanging out together, especially when Trivial Pursuit is involved.

I am lucky because I have DVR now, which means my life and work-out habits are no longer ruled by Dancing with the Stars

I am lucky because I love my job and what we support; and my co-workers are pretty fab too.

I am lucky because I am sooooo close to getting a free flight on American Airlines, which I plan to store up for a rainy day/European adventure.

It pays to be Irish sometimes . . .

Mar 7, 2010

Happy Oscar Day!!

For some people, the Super Bowl is the end-all, be-all. Other people totally dig the Indy 500 (why, I'm not sure), but for me, the biggest day of the year is none other than Oscar Day. From the dresses, to the cheesy banter, to the awkward acceptance speeches, I love it all. I consider myself a movie connoisseur (read:snob) so this day is my time to shine. Rather than bore you with my predictions (which are going to be lacking this year since I haven't seen all the nominated movies), I wanted to share my favorite Oscar dress of all time:

Hilary Swank at the 2000 Oscars. Randolph Duke designed this dress, and I continue to be obsessed with it. What a gorgeous dress to win your Oscar in (and so much better than what she wore in 2005 for her Million Dollar Baby win).

Good luck to all the nominees tonight! Maybe I can find another dress to replace this one in my heart . . .

Mar 1, 2010

Paging Spring . . .

Confession: I LOVE the winter. Cold weather, snow (even though I don't see much of that), seeing your breath in the air, wearing mittens and scarves, drinking hot chocolate--I love it all. And living in Texas, it doesn't really last long enough. Thus, in December, stores start selling swimsuits. Normally I won't even deign to look at spring and summer clothing until March.

But I cracked. I have a busy spring with fun trips planned, so I figured I should at least start looking at what's out there. Of course, looking turns to buying . . .

I thought this was perfect for both work and wedding season that is approaching. This is where a cardigan is my best friend.

I love the color of this one and that it can easily go from work to play (swap out shoes and add fun jewelry, done!). Always important since happy hour in the spring and summer is almost a required post-work activity.

This dress was bought for St. Patrick's Day but is also going to become my go-to beach dress. I think I can even swing it at work during the summer with a jean jacket.

Next up: replacing the flip-flops that broke last summer. Le sigh.