It started with this picture of me with Olivia Munn. I know she’s all professionally made up for the show and she’s already GORGEOUS. But I looked at myself and thought: Fuck, I look like crap. As I might have blogged about before, I don’t really like make-up. I don’t like the feel of it. I don’t like the maintenance of it. But at 33…and another look at that picture…I’m rethinking that a little bit. Armed with internet tips for doing make-up for girls with glasses, I adapt an easy new routine. I’m already using tinted moisturizer, so I’m adding...
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We’re child-free by choice. We don’t hate kids. And we make great auntie and uncle. We just like to play with them and hand them off to the parents at the end of the day. We adore Brandon’s two nieces age 8 and 11. We can hardly wait to hang out with Aurora and James’ 2-year-old Dresden and baby Chloe. Olaina and Justin’s Ella is still too little to play with but we didn’t mind hanging out with her too. I’m quite sure the fact that they are relations–or practically relations, our tolerance and patience for them are a lot...
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I went online to shop for an item I needed for the kitchen that I couldn’t seem to find in the stores. [ETA – It was a bacon dripping jar to save the yumminess for later use.] My friend David was the one who inspired me to get one of these, but he himself does not have one. When I tweeted him that I bought him something, he was quite surprised. Another friend chimed in asking it was because his birthday was in a couple of months. Nope. I don’t need an occasion to buy a friend something. This notion...
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Oh yes. The tradition is back. First of, in this blog, soccer will be called by its proper name of football. Thank you. You know, I’m not an all-the-time football fan. But every time the Olympics and the World Cup come around, I’m all into it all over again. It’s a family tradition that I just can’t shake. Having grown up with 2 older brothers, it’s not difficult to get roped into the spirit of all of the teams. Frankly, I remember watching enough games but I still don’t know who’s who. All I know is that since Sunday’s color...
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When disaster strikes somewhere in the world, if the media and celebrity is on board especially, suddenly you see the surge of donations and fundraisers everywhere. But what about the everyday? Where did that overflowing of generosity and kindness go? Last week, my bus buddy was sitting with a bunch of other commuters waiting for the bus. There was no room to sit so I was standing around the corner. Once these folks got up to get on their bus, I moved in to sit down. There was a purse laying next to my bus buddy and I knew for...
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A lot has happened since I got back from Costa Rica. As I was coming to grip with how to take life a little bit easier, this shit went down in Bangkok. “How Did Thailand Come to This?” indeed. (And this report is pretty accurate and surprisingly unbiased.) My family home is literally in the war zone. I mean, they had been since the Red Shirts camped out not 200 meters down the street. Everyone is safe now, but my dad and brother, my uncle and his family, and our family maid were more or less held hostage by all...
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