Alex is 29 years old today! Whaaaa??? It seems like yesterday I was in the hospital, looking down at this baby ("look at the baby on that nose!") trying to come to terms with the fact that I had a BOY, and not a GIRL, like my doctor told me. I fell in love HARD with this tiny man.
Alex has become a man I truly admire. He adores his wife and is an amazing dad. He puts his family first...as it should be, I know, but it doesn't always work that way these days. I love his sense of humor--Felix is well on his way, too. In our family, it's all about The Funny. Dayna is hilarious and the two of them are just fantastic parents.
Enough with the Gush-Fest. Happy Birthday, Boy! Mama loves you so bad!
I could've sworn this crabby-appleton was older than just one year! That face takes years of practice...I would know. Turns out Tardar Sauce (GC's baptismal name) really did turn The Big One today.
After headlining SXSW in Austin, Texas a couple weeks ago and hanging out with the likes of Anderson Cooper, I'd be pretty pissed off about getting such a basic Safeway cake, too.
She's fantastic, and she's made of plastic! Barbara Millicent Roberts is celebrating her 54th birthday today, can you believe it? She doesn't look a day over 25, though the two face lifts she's had haven't hurt.
Though many believe Barbie to be a bad influence on young girls, I for one find her to be a great role model. Over the years she has held many jobs, including dolphin trainer and Olympic gymnast. She always takes care of of her family, which includes younger sister Skipper, and she has a rainbow coalition of friends. If she had her own show on HBO, it would be pretty diverse. Not to mention the fact that she's been pretty smart with the money she's made from her numerous jobs. She owns her own Dream House, a fleet of cars and can fly herself around in her private jet because she has a pilot's license. Barbie is a bad bitch, ok! I mean she supported Ken's bum ass for all those years. She knew his singing career was never really going anywhere.
Barbie is so loved, she has many people who spend big bucks collecting her many versions. Like the so-called "Barbie Man," 41-year old Stanley Colorite who has more than 2,000 Barbie dolls throughout his Florida home. He spends $30,000 a year adding to his collection. His partner Dennis Schlicker collects Ken dolls. (He has about 1,000!)
Needless to say, I'm jealous. I still wish I had the Barbies I grew up with, an unfortunate few ended up headless or partially melted from me throwing them in the microwave. Some of the things I write about on here make sense now, don't they? My old Barbies may be long gone, but I'll always have the memories of all the camping trips, breakups and occasional bank robberies (usually committed by my brother's action figures) that I made up with my Barbs and their playsets.
You've had a good 54 years, Barbie, and I hope you have many more. I wonder if she'll be having a cake of herself at her birthday party.
Written by: Brittani
Oh, George. My first crush. I was three years old when I fell in love with George Harrison, and he's the one true celebrity crush that endured all these many years. I still can't talk about his death of lung cancer in 2001 at the age of 58. Too tragic and too early. George was just so beautiful and his songs with the Beatles were always my favorites. The sound of his guitar; his minor-key melodies, his voice, captured my heart in 1964.
A lovely example is "If I Needed Someone" from the Rubber Soul album.
It took me all day to get this post up. I've mentioned before that sometimes I just have a difficult time writing about certain people or topics...and I realize that makes NO sense whatsoever. None. I can think about it, but I cannot get my brain to connect to my fingers. I wish I had a patch cord from my brain. That would be far more efficient.
In the meantime, I give to you (again?) one of my favorite tributes to George, with quite possibly one of the best guitar solos ever--by Prince.
You are missed everyday, dear George. We have your and Olivia's wonderful Dhani.
Thank you for leaving a glorious legacy in your son...he's a blessing.
First of all, before anyone else says it, I know. I know Brandon Boyd bears a striking resemblance to my beautiful son Hunter. In face, if George Harrison and Brandon somehow had a child, he would be Hunter. Hunter Brandon Harrison. So there. I get it.
What I don't wanna hear are any wise-ass remarks pertaining to some Freudian crap or any Oedipus references. Can't a Mum just be happy her baby boy turned into a beauty like her favorite musicians, forpitysake?
Photo: John Miller
ANYlovemyboy, I've posted my favorite Incubus song, and one of my favorite all-time songs by anyone, EVER, "Dig". Take a moment a listen to the words.
Happy 37th Birthday, Brandon Boyd.