Hottie of the Week: Davy Jones

We're going back to my childhood here. I believe my crush on Davy Jones started when I was about five, and continued for quite awhile. He was adorable, British, and he sang catchy pop tunes. It pretty much filled all the requirements I had at the time. Because my mom is amazing, she actually took me to the Monkees world tour with my cousin Jeff when I was about six. It was my first concert and totally amazing. I loved every second of it - even the part where our car broke down in the lot after the concert.

Well, okay, I didn't love it... but Jeff and I made the best of it after the nice police man drove us to cheap hotel. We came up with various scenarios about how people could break into the hotel (it wasn't a very nice neighborhood) and kill us while my mom repeatedly told us to shut up and tried not to have a nervous breakdown. Apparently we were TERRIBLE kids. The upside is that grandma and papau picked us up and saved us.

And back to the point - The Monkees were awesome. So there.

Wordless Wednesday

Matt and Mark, originally uploaded by ndastewart.

Okay, just a couple words: pink underwear! Seksi.

Butterfingers and Clumsy Pants

I've been going through my internal dialogue. It's boring stuff, I know, but sometimes I feel like I should probably try listening to myself. What surprised me is the realization that I think I'm clumsy. This wouldn't be noteworthy except that I didn't realize I thought that.

Stay with me here.

See, I talk to myself a lot. Sometimes I say nice things like, "Pretty eyeshadow! Sparkly!" and sometimes I say things like, "Should've worked out yesterday cuz you look pretty dang fat today." Those are not nice things. I mean, would I say that to someone else? Hell no. So why do I say it to me?

But as I was chattering away with myself, I realized that I'm constantly worried about being clumsy or awkward. Like if I slam the door too loud on the bathroom stall, suddenly I see myself as a bull in a china shop. Part of that goes back to being tall as a kid. I always felt like I stood out a bit, and I never WANTED to stand out at all. Ever. For anything. I wanted badly to go unnoticed as much as possible and have always felt painfully awkward if someone noticed me for anything, good or bad. So being tall = being noticed = the possibility of being ridiculed for doing something wrong or gracelessly.

At this point you're all wondering what the point is, which just makes me want to avoid the point some more to screw with you, but the point is that we should be nice to ourselves. We should listen to ourselves and try and filter out all those bad things - especially the ones that are JUST NOT TRUE because we've all got enough stress in our lives without making up brand new stress inside our own heads.

Now we see if I can take my own advice.

Hottie of the Week: Vincent Ventresca

Vincent is the star of one of the best shows you've probably never seen: The Invisible Man. It ran on the Sci-Fi Channel but they killed it, saying that it cost too much to make... and then picked up Stargate SG-1. Grrr. Not that I'm bitter. Just bitter.

Anyway, Vincent's a gorgeous hunk of a man. What, he IS! He's beautiful when he's a sweetheart (as Darien on Invisible Man, say), a reformed party animal (Fun Bobby on Friends), or a total jerkoff looney (on Dollhouse).

If there was ever someone pretty enough to be worth sitting through Sci-Fi original movies, this is the guy. So if you see some tacky bug movie on some Saturday afternoon and Vincent's in it, do yourself a favor and check it (and him) out. Don't act like you can say no to those big, gorgeous puppy dog eyes.

Happy Place

This is our fishing spot. This is the spot on Sulphur Creek where papau took me all the time when I was a little girl. He taught me how to cast and how to reel in a fish. He taught me to be patient and wait when I wanted to just reel in and cast over and over because it was more fun. He helped me win the Big Fish trophy at Kid Fish that now sits on my mantle.

When we finished fishing, we'd pile back into his old green Chevy truck and go to JJ's (sadly, it closed to become a Subway, then that moved as well), where we'd get apple fritters (the best I've ever had) and chocolate milk.

Still having trouble dealing with the idea that I won't be going there with him again. Almost every dream I have features him somehow or something that we shared. I know it's going to be that way for awhile. As sad as this post sounds, I really do mean what the title says. The places where I've shared those memories will always be happy ones for me, always bring a smile to my face even if there are some tears as well.

Hottie of the Week: Julian McMahon

It's no secret to most of you that I'm a huge Nip/Tuck fan. Even with the show gone, my love lives on. I absolutely adore every bit of it. Yeah, even the parts that ended stupidly like the Carver storyline. A big part of that is the fact that I ended up falling in love with the biggest asshole of them all: Christian Troy.

I'll start by saying that it's not because I'm into guys who are jerks. Quite the opposite. But Julian's so darn HOT. I will say after seeing some of his Charmed eps, I prefer him a bit more natural than he got to be as Christian, but that's a small quibble.

Let's face it, this is a simple one: hot guy, hot accent (mmmmm Aussie), great bod. There's really not a lot of downsides, so enjoy the eye candy, and if you haven't seen Nip/Tuck yet, get on it!

The Dentist

Plush tooths, originally uploaded by abductos.

Today I got my teeth cleaned. Yep, it's a good thing. But I have to say, I really hate doing it. Everybody hates it, I know.

The weird part is that I like the scraping. For some reason that always makes me feel accomplished. It really feels like it's DOING something. Sadly then they turn to the nasty, gritty toothpaste. I know logically that it's baking soda, but I can't help but feel like I'm having my teeth sandblasted. If the stuff I use every day prevents cavities without tasting like I'm eating part of the beach, why can't this stuff?

Then there's the every other visit application of fluoride. I understand that this is good for me. Probably very good for me. Thing is? That doesn't make me gag any less when they shove the tray in my mouth and that gross flavor starts dripping down my throat. Seriously, I get queasy just thinking about it.

Crap, there should be a point to this. Um... let's see... Oh! Even if it's nasty and unpleasant, go to the dentist now. It's good for you.

Are you inked?

Mom Heart Tattoo, originally uploaded by IKE 09.

No, that tat isn't mine. It was just on Flickr and looked cool. Like I need a reason. Anyway, lately I've been considering getting a tattoo. Actually, I've been considering it for years, I've just never actually done it or settled on what I want to have done. That's always my problem.

But I thought maybe some of you could help inspire me. Are you inked? If so, where do you have them? Would you get them there again if you had a chance to do it over, or would you get them someplace else? If you have a tat, what was the pain level like where you got it? Uh, not that I'm a wuss, just... um... yeah, okay, I'm a wuss.

Season 4 - Episode 1 - Epic Guilt

Check out this great MSN Video: Season 4 - Episode 1 - Epic Guilt

Hottie of the Week: Mark Kanemura

This post is going to be mostly photographic simply because I totally couldn't decide which shots to do. For me what makes Mark so sexy is his silliness, his weirdness... and of course the fact that he's an amazing, unusual dancer. Naturally his bangin' body doesn't hurt anything. Just sayin' :) I'm so psyched that he's back on So You Think You Can Dance this season as an all star. YAY!

Best Music You've Never Heard: Nanci Griffith

In this inaugural edition of Best Music You've Never Heard, I'm featuring country/folk/torch singer Nanci Griffith. She's original from Austin, TX, so yay for hometown girls! I even sort of met her. Mom was pregnant and met her in any case. It TOTALLY counts.

Fans of soft, sweet female voices that can make you cry one second and start dancing the next will fall for Nanci right away. Though she's generally classified as country, her songs run from sweet ballads (see: "Trouble in our Fields") to rollicking humor (see: "Working Girl (Looking for the Time)"), and they rarely disappoint. More recently she's been dipping her toes in torch singing with some rather pleasant results.

On a shallower note, this woman is a beautiful example of aging gracefully. No nips, no tucks (at least not any that I can tell), and she just plain looks stunning.

The What to do Blues

Running dogs, originally uploaded by Wanderer and Wonderer.

My fiance and I have decided to exercise more. Yes, I know we decide this all the time. Yeah, I KNOW we don't actually do it. Who's telling this story anyway?

Ahem.

The point is, we decided to do it. Now the problem becomes what to do. We both come home from long days at work tired. Yes, yes, there's the morning, but... dude, early. Nuh uh. Don't wanna. But y'know what? I told him I'd do even that if he'd wake me up and tell me what exercise we're doing. We both need to be in better shape, flat out. I don't even care so much about losing weight anymore as I do just not being, y'know, fit. Strong. I wanna kick ass like Buffy or Xena or something.

Those dogs up there in that picture? They make it look easy. For real people, there are issues like time and motivation and lack of any idea of what exercise to take up, especially when you're in Texas and most of the "together" exercise you like to do would be outside in the blistering, die-if-you-go-out heat. So, guys, any thoughts? Suggestions? General commiseration? I'll take what I can get ;)

Hottie of the Week: Michael Hurst

As usual we're dipping into full on geek territory here. This is where my Hercules and Xena obsession returns. You see my biggest obsession while I was active in the fandom was always Iolaus. I am the High Priestess of Iolaus. Don't judge. And, yes, I will be finishing fixing that site up before long.

Michael Hurst is the man, the myth, the legend: in other words, the dude who brought Iolaus to life. I don't think there's any denying that he's a good looking guy, but as usual, it's the talent that drew me in every bit as much as the view. In addition to being a really excellent actor (don't pretend like it doesn't take balls to put on a dress and sing on a show watched by millions when you're a guy), by all accounts he's also super, super nice.

And in case you haven't seen the man, he's the definition of aging gracefully: YUM. Hot guys with a sense of humor who aren't scared to take on geeky roles and have cute Kiwi accents ftw.