Hot Men: Jude Law (A.I.)

Simply put, Jude Law as the Love-Bot in A.I. was hot. His plastic perfection could be likened to a warm blooded mannequin with personality. Programmed for pleasure!

Mmm...Beefcake

Above: Beefy Birthday Cake Surprise (Meatloaf, mashed potato icing and vegetables)
Below: Rib-Cage Corral (Bbq ribs, mashed potato foundation, broccoli and cow garnish).


I have some very special friends, each with their own talents, interests, and abilities. Sophia and Ray have a love for the unexpected, the unusual, and the bovine. I decided to create a special birthday dinner for Sophia and the result is seen above: "Beefy Birthday Cake Surprise" and the "Rib-Cage Corral."

Creating a "Chook-Sing"

Bowie antics update:

Last night at the ROM, Bowie runs to each of the Chinese deities in the Ancient China gallery going: "Hola Amigo!"

At the grandparents, Bowie stares at the little ants running around the floor and says, "Hoe-do bee."

When asked asked what colour the crayon was, she replies: "Blue-sik".

What a great little "chook-sing" we are raising.

Hot Men: Orlando Bloom as Legolas

Though Orlando Bloom has a huge fan following, I am not one of them. I actually prefer his portrayal of the character Legolas because, to me, Orlando never seems to exude the same sexiness in his other roles. There are many girls and women I know whose hearts flutter at the image of this blond, elven warrior. What is it about him? A powerful and graceful presence. The hair, the ears, the keen senses, and skill with a bow. Light enough to walk atop powder snow yet deadly enough to take down hordes of enemies atop an olephant. Who wouldn't want him?

There are those who prefer the "manlier" Aragorn with his rough chin and unkempt hair. Personally, I like a man who keeps himself clean.

Hmm...blond, elven warrior...blond, goblin king? I'm seeing a pattern here.

So, he thinks I can dance.

My husband recently informed me that auditions for "So you think you can dance" will be taking place in Toronto. "Uh-huh...and?" And he thinks I should try out.

Ok. Some background is needed.

Yeah, I enjoy dancing. Yeah, I was part of a "Dance Club" in high school and did a major part in helping choreograph. Yeah, I was often the lead dancer. And...that's about it. No professional training. No splits. Rather lousy flexibility. If anyone actually saw those high school performances, you would basically see variations on jazz leaps, step-together-steps, box steps, and several made up movements using props. We've used fake snow, hula hoops, and ribbons. We've dressed up as dolls, elves, and I was even a young, female Santa Claus once. However, our "best" performance was to the soundtrack of Bram Stoker's "Dracula." Dressed in cheesecloth and leotards, we "vampires" walked in with candles then pranced about in our pale makeup.

I can just imagine the comments from the judges if I were to try that again.

Honey, how about I just dance for you? :)

Freakin' Four A.M.

I hate 4am.

It's a weird cusp in the day when all is really, really still. And if anything is going on, it can only be bad. My son woke up wheezing and gasping desperately for air the other night right at 4 am. We all got dressed and drove our sorry, pajama clad asses to Sick Kid's Hospital.

Even at the hospital at 4:20am, it was eerily calm. Not a single patient in the emergency room (which even the hospital staff thought was remarkable). Too bad that even with NO OTHER PATIENTS in the emergency ward, it still took 2 and a half hours! Crazy.

It turned out to be croup which sounds more alarming than it really is. And now, here I am. Strangely stressed out over the past 2 weeks and incredibly sleep deprived. I haven't been able to relax enough to get to sleep even though I am wickedly tired.

4am. I wonder if I'll be awake again at that time tonight. Last call is 2am. Bar staff clean up and should leave by 3am. Even party goers have eaten their hot dogs and gone home or are passed out in their own vomit. Those with early jobs like cooks and bakers rarely start until 5am. And those in 24 hour jobs are quietly waiting out their shifts because no one would schedule a shift change at 4am. And so there it is. 4 am is the bitching hour. If you are out at 4 am, you should be arrested, consoled, or driven to the hospital.