remember

Just a reminder.

All Hail The Bale.

 Let me start this post by reiterating that I love my husband

and I think he is a beautiful man.

Look at him! No complaints here.

Yum.

I saw Dark Knight Rises last night.

And now, let me say... Christian Bale...

is also a beautiful man.

I've been on the Christian Bale band wagon 

since I was in grade 6, and saw the movie, The Newsies.

It's in my top 5 movies of all time, and I have been

crushing HARD on CB since then.

 

circa 1992.

(As a side note, if you ever find the DVD

of this movie, please buy it for me immediately.

It's my Holy Grail.)

I like to think I was a Bale fan way before 

it was trendy to do so.

He is getting better and better with age.

He also happens to be a fantastic actor,

and he loves his wife and does the whole dad thing.

What a guy!

"I think trying too hard to be sexy is the worst thing in the world a woman can do." - Mr. Bale

He's perfect!

Chris, I love you.

Can I just add a "tian" to your name for a few days?

*wink*. 

You now have my permission to gush

about Kate Beckinsale for awhile. 

50 Shades of The Worst Book Ever.

Everyone and their mother is writing/talking/reading about this book:

 

So, I'll admit, my interest was piqued, and I went out 

and bought it yesterday.

I thought, hmmm... only 15 bucks, what a steal.

What a steal? 

I'm the real victim here.

This book is TERRIBLE.

I read three chapters last night, and had this face 

the whole time:

What a waste of time this book is.

The writing is on par with...

what? A four year old?

An elephant taking a stab at a keyboard?

Time to Reiterate:

WASTE OF TIME.

I'm sad for what people think qualifies as

best seller material.

Time for me to re-read something 

fantastic to restore my faith in literature. 

I do apologize to those people who

completely love this book.

I won't judge you, much.

Proud Time Waster

Sometimes I feel like what I do in my spare time is

somehow wrong, or bad... because I'm not

necessarily helping the world or making a difference

or doing anything seemingly productive.

But I work hard, I do a lot of less than fun activities...

why should I feel badly

 about how I spend my spare time? 

It's a sad day when you can't do what you want.

(Within reason of course... 

I'm not promoting illegal activity.)

So, no more feeling bad...

It's my time! 

If I want to watch 4 hours of the DIY network, I'm going to.

(And who am I kidding... 4 hours? Try 8.)

Momtastic

I am not a Mother. Yet.

This post isn't my "coming out of the pregnancy closet" so

hold your excitement.

Let me be clear - I am NOT pregnant.

I was reading about P!nk today,

and her thoughts on being a Mom.

And I realized, I love her.  I think she's fantastic.

She's what I want to look like when I'm a Mom -

all tattoos and smiles and cool hats.

 

But more importantly,

I want to have her attitude.

"I do a lot of dancing now with [Willow] and I’m just happier,” she says. “Your career goes up and down, but … at the end of the day, if I didn’t do another thing, I’m blessed. I like myself more than I used to.” - P!nk

 

Lots of Mom's complain, and I get it... not every day is Instagram perfection.

But, isn't it lovely that she likes herself more with baby in tow?

Good stuff.

Oh Geez, baby fever.