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It's starting to look like this blog will be about my obsessions.
Well, it's always good to have balance, right? I'll vent. I'll obsess. Those equal out, yes?
Anyhoo. Gordon. Chef Ramsay.
Yes, I am obsessed.
Ohhhhmmmgggg. I Luv Him.
Watched Hell's Kitchen for 2 summers and enjoyed him tremendously. But it wasn't until "The F Word" that I fell, ass over tits as my friend K would say.
The opening sequence.
The eyes. The intensity of the eyes I should say. That Color! Blue topaz. *sigh*
(pic above doesn't do it justice - must be seen straight on to be believed. and sucked into)
The snazzy suit.
Him taking OFF the snazzy suit.
As he walks.
Bit by little bit.
Undoing the tie. Unbuttoning the shirt. Taking the shirt OFF.
As he strides.
To his destination.... the mind reels..... to be at the receiving end of all that....
To be as adored and focused on as he clearly is with his kitchen.
i have no words
My ONLY complaint with him is not only are most of his dishes meat centered, but the last two seasons he's raised animals, in order to "teach his kids where their food comes from" and then personally taken them to slaughter for a nice feast. :(
I was heartened a little by last week's show, when he seemed to feel actual genuine heartfelt sadness over it. His piggies, Trinny and Susannah, seemed to have won him over. They were awfully fucking cute. How he actually went thru with it, I don't understand. I can only hope that those images (which I did NOT watch) will haunt him enough to make him reconsider.
In any case.
He's still a sexy bitch.
And DEFINITELY on my laminated list.
ahhhhhh......the feeling of finding something new.... so original, so unique, so untainted and pristine....that's how I feel about Amy Winehouse.
Perez has been talking about her for months. mostly about how she got all skinny and tattooed and shit. but then I saw her on Letterman. color me intrigued!so, I looked up all that crap on Perez, found some Youtube clips and Viola! I'm hooked!now I just gotta get my hands on "Frank" her first cd. saw the video for "F*** me Pumps" - brilliant!so not only did I find summer 2007 music to listen to, but I found my new most favoritest phrase ever.....what kind of fuckery is this
indeed
off the song "Me & Mr. Jones"
how much better does it get than that??
i've been wanting to start blogging again for some time... just waiting to be inspired.
what kind of fuckery is this did the trick.
it's a loverly day here in new england. a full day of errands. rug cleaner guy came to give estimate this am, then off to tan, then dogs to groomer, then killing two hours - one word -> shopping! then picked dogs up, stop at store for sat. breakfast fixins - challah bread for french toast. gonna try my hand at it. found a yummy recipe in a magazine. if only i can figure out which one before tomorrow.
then after bfast, another guy is coming to give an estimate to paint the house. it NEEDS it. omg. pale, sunbleached yellow paint peeling off the house in sheets. it's gotta be done.
however, i do believe we're gonna make it a nice dark red. or "stanford" red as my honey would call it.
then next week, tree guy is coming to trim our century+ year old maple in the back. he sorta recommended we chop'er down. one good windstorm could be the end of her. but gawd. we just can't. not yet anyway. she doesn't deserve that. will have to document her progress in a photo essay... now, post-trim, once the greenery starts, full bloom, and then fall, and then back to stick season again.
plan to incorporate lots o'photos on here. some of my favorite bloggers do lots of groovy pics, and i really enjoy it.
do i think my life and/or surroundings are really anything special? well, some of it. my furbabies for instance. but, i just like the idea of it.
have tried to keep journals over the years. written years ago, but my writing is so atrocious and my hand, my penmanship i should say, can't keep up with my thoughts fast enough = too frustrating.
i've had other blogs i've started. or entries in Word. but i always quit. like i do so many other things. but hey, w/e. life is transitory, eh?
not even going to assume i'll have any readers. doing this just for me.
and the fact that i got to name it what i did - before any of you other fuckers thought of it! - makes it totally worthwhile.
