Rob Lowe needs my help

Rob Lowe...



Plus his former nanny...




EQUALS...



Case closed.

Andrew McCarthy. All growed up.

Earlier today, I joked to my husband that I didn't see how Andrew McCarthy could actually be taken seriously as a love interest in Lipstick Jungle. After all, he looks like this:



and this:



and, yes, this:



But as I caught up on DVR'd Lipstick Jungle shows (teehee, I just Freud-enly typed shoes) I slowly became entranced by the fact that HE HAS GROWN UP. And you know what else, he's one of those bastards who get better looking as they get older. Seriously, the older the better.



Then, to make matters worse, I found this. So, nice. He's actually a sweetie as well as being cute. Still. Again. Whatever.

Dang. I have a crush on Andrew McCarthy. Again. Still. Whatever.

Jimmy Kimmel's F@cking Ben Affleck...Who Knew!!!

This link works:

Tit for tat...I'm always for the underdog (no pun intended).

Stand off: Weitzman vs. Cody

Dear Mr. Weitzman,

I will take your pretty diamond encrusted shoes. I think Diablo Cody is insane. Does she not know how comfy your shoes are? I do...and I have wide feet that don't usually feel good or look good in strappy heals. But I do in yours!

Plus, Stuart (can I call you Stuart?), let me assure you that I did catch her story change. At first she said she didn't realize that she would be the center of attention when she accepted your shoes, that it wasn't explained to her the degree to which she'd be highlighted. NOW she says you never even asked her. Totally different thing!

I'd like to be on the record and state that you may, at any time, give me shoes without specific consent. I guess that statement is itself specific consent, but I think you know what I'm trying to say. You know, I'm thinking that catering to bloggers is a FABulous idea as you could be the first high end shoe dude to endorse bloggers and thus throw you support our way. Unlike Target who dissed us.

I promise, I'll wear them to BlogHer.

Sincerely,
Christine

Before Iggy, there was Socks...or, Politicians Suck

Many of my friends, Democratic and Republican alike, are planning on voting for Hillary simply because she is a woman. A lot of them don't even like her...she's too far left, she's too far right, whatever. Personally, I'm not a fan of Hillary, for a variety of reasons, but most notably I just don't trust her.

Way back in the day, I voted for Bill Clinton. I was in my mid-twenties, I didn't have health insurance, and I was wooed by their Universal Health Care plan. As the details came out, however, I realized how deceptive she'd been in her presentation of the plan. In a nutshell, that plan made health insurance mandatory, just like car insurance is. NOT having health insurance would be a crime...the government would provide health insurance/care for you. BUT IT WASN'T free...it was, if I recall, $1,500 per person per year (at that time I had looked into purchasing insurance and it was about $1,000, so it's not like the gov's insurance was any type of a deal). If you were found to not have insurance the fed gov would assign one to you, fine you by charging you double the regular cost, and garnish your wages to pay for it. If that meant you lose you home, so be it (and yes, that was written specifically in the document that health insurance took precedence over mortgage payments).

When I was in medical school, my preceptor was a rural physician who often accepted as payment for his family practice services things such as quilts, haircuts, babysitting services, even chickens (this is in the mid 1990's, I'm not that old!). If Hillary's health care plan had passed, this physician and his patients would be felons. Why? Tax evasion. Punishment? Up to 5 years in jail and a $5,000 fine...for both doc and patient. Doesn't sound too kind to me. My opinion of the Clintons changed after researching that plan. I just don't trust them. Of course, the fact is that I just don't trust most politicians, either side of the aisle. Politicians suck.

And who can get rid of a kitty because the photo ops are over? The Clintons can. Poor Socks. Maybe this is bugging me because we're trying to find a home and our pets are quite the barrier.

(P.S: I'm waiting for them to release the details of Hillary's new plan to come out, but so far it sounds suspiciously similar.)

More like 'mastication', Bill, not 'masturbation.' Just without the teeth and the whole chewing thing.

In case anyone has missed the Bill Maher breastfeeding firestorm, head on over to Suburban Oblivion , Velveteen Mind, and Queen of Spain to get the scoop.

(Yes, that first comment at Suburban Oblivion is mine...and yes, it's totally irrelevant and tangential. Notice the time I posted it...tipsy tired posting.)

On Paris and Parenting

Not that I don't love my kids (a fun blog, check it out) brought an awesome article to my attention; it is written by Jamie Lee Curtis and is over at Huffington Post.

I am so out of it

I thought they were both single.