…that Demi was doing Whip-Its with her daughter before the now infamous seizure episode. Jesus. Seriously? Demi Moore’s mid-life crisis is the female equivalent of Charlie Sheen, if you ask me. At least Charlie’s came and went (winning!) somewhat quickly where Demi has been a slow burn for years now. Talk about refusing to get old? Let’s marry a 20-year-old tv star (who acts 12), weigh 74 pounds and do whip-its with the kids! Yeah. That’ll work. (Sigh)
In other news…Pinterest. It’s everywhere. Ev.er.y.where. Every blog. All over Facebook. It’s now apparently the place to plug…well, anything. Which means I’m sort of starting to hate it. And that it’ll be ruined in a matter of months. Remind me of this, please, when it’s 10:30 at night, Husband has been in bed for an hour and I’m still awake pinning new recipes I’ll never use, inspirational quotes I’ll never see again and endless crafts to do with the kids. The crafts. Oh, the crafts. Really? Big fat chance. Husband (rolling over in bed): What have you been doing out there all this time? Me: Umm….well.
My beloved Patriots are playing in a certain little game this coming weekend. Against Husband’s beloved Giants. We’ve been through this Superbowl thing before, though, and our marriage survived. But we were in Fort Lauderdale, away from the children and loaded up on nachos and vodka drinks so….yeah, it was easier. Not to mention that his team won which always makes the getting along easier afterward. Not that he’s a sore loser or anything (
yes, he is ). Here’s what happens when the Giants are on.
Little Brother and Husband. Neither sits.
Big Brother (the one with a more developed brain) is a Pats fan like his mother. This could be because he’s been alive for three championship rings in his short lifetime and because he knows poetry in motion when he sees it. Or, it could be that he knows who orders the Wii games, does the grocery shopping and doles out dessert. I’m going with the former.
Along those lines, here’s an old post re: Brady and Brad Pitt.
Ladies, even if you know nothing about sports or Hollywood celebs (
which means you apparently live in a box with a high speed internet connection), then you can at least enjoy a few pictures of two hot dudes in their prime.