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Friday, April 30, 2010

Hot or Not? Sam Worthington

It's Friday Fun as we look at this week's Hot or Not "contestant"...

Last week, John Corbett received an overwhelming "hot" vote. Seems there may be more than a few ladies attending the upcoming SATC 2 movie not just for the fashion! ;)

This week's choice comes from Riana (or @chillirosie on Twitter), who suggested Sam as a possible contender for Hot or Not

This soon-to-be 34-year-old Aussie seems to be everywhere at the moment, don't you think? I don't know about you, but I feel like he's come out of nowhere. 

The NIDA graduate found international fame when James Cameron cast him in Avatar, which obviously did quite a bit for Sam's appeal and film cred with Terminator Salvation following, and now with Clash of the Titans. (All of which, admittedly, I haven't seen.) It seems he's not any less appealing to some when dirty-faced and dressed in a skirt (well, sort of).

See what I mean here. This is Sam in action in Clash of the Titans:

Not sure if this film is my cuppa tea, or that Sam is either (although, I like him in the shot below), but it's not my call.

What do you think? Is Sam Worthington hot, or not?


* This weekly post is inspired by Insomniac Mummy. Check out her Hot or Not each week.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

I'm Looking For That GLOW...

No. Not the glow that pregnancy brings (um, no thank you. Happy with my lot), but I do want my skin to glow, and I need your help.

I noticed on Fat Mum Slim yesterday that Chantelle was asking everyone their advice on mascara, and I thought, 'How handy are these little ole blogs?' 

For the last couple of years or so now, I've gotten lazy with my skin care routine. Partly because I'm just so busy and I don't have a lot of time to invest in myself, but partly because I'm, well, lazy! So over the years, I've gone from cleansing, toning and moisturising twice daily, to doing that at night and just using warm water on my face in the morning; to now just washing my face with Dove soap at night, moisturising, then doing the warm water on a flannel thing in the morning. 

And I've chopped and changed my moisturisers too. In the old days, I used Nutrimetics (and to be honest, when I very first started using that, around the age of about 19, my skin finally started to really clear up after years of pimples and oily skin). In recent years, I've used Oil of Olay as my moisturiser, and right now, I'm trying out a Clinique moisturiser I received as a freebie (but it's not really doing much for me). Whilst I'm not overly fussed about using a toner (I've heard more than once they're quite unnecessary) I've also lost my way with cleansers - hence the Dove soap routine. 

Here's where I need your help...

What's your skin routine? What works for you? What would you recommend? I can tell you I have the classic old mix of oily and dry skin - with my 'T' section being oily (especially my forehead). 

HELP!!!! All the products out there just confuse me. (Which admittedly, isn't hard to do. *cough*) And, of course, as mentioned before - I'm lazy. So I'm lettin' my fingers do the walking. ;)

Besides...I need to make sure I'm looking fabulous for my 40th birthday later this year!

All suggestions would be appreciated.

See? Blogs are HANDY!


Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Writers vs Bloggers - Is There a Difference?

A question I’ve asked myself a few times, and I know other bloggers have asked: If you’re a ‘blogger’, does that make you a ‘writer’?

I’ll be honest. I don’t really consider myself a ‘writer’. I write, yes, but I think of myself more as a ‘blogger’. However, I’ve given this a lot of thought lately, as well as read more than one piece on this very subject, and I’ve come to wonder if a blogger is, in fact, a ‘writer’ after all?

When I first began my blog, my purpose wasn’t to start a new career for myself. I mean, yes – I imagine it would be great to write, say, a weekly column in a magazine or something, and certainly - although I’m not sitting here waiting for that to happen - I would jump at an opportunity like that. I think many bloggers would do the same. Why not? It’d be fun. But I’m not using my blog as a platform to kick-start a writing career. I know that, when it comes to my writing skills, I have a lot to learn. (A lot.) But essentially, I’m doing this because I just like writing, and I like to entertain and get feedback (from you)! Occasionally, I like to vent (with a good rant), and I also think that some of what I write might actually help others, even in some small way. I guess this blogging thing is kind of like a hobby to me.

But there are some in the blogging community who do this because they do want more. They want to get their writing out there, and they hope to make this more than just a passion – but a way to pay the bills. And why not? Doing something you love, and also making money out of it, has to be win/win situation, doesn’t it? (It’s a shame they don’t pay mothers to mother. I’d have the best darn job in the whole wide world!) And has there ever been a format better equipped to do this than that of the mighty old blog?

I read a lot of blogs. Some of those blogs stand out in particular. They are written by talented, expressive (and often self-confessed) wannabe ‘writers’. And boy, can they write. I mean, I’m not qualified (in the slightest) to judge their writing skills, but I think if you connect with what that person is writing, and it’s written in an intelligent, entertaining and thoughtful way, then…it’s a winner (in my humble opinion anyway). And I have no doubt that someday I’ll see some of these blogger’s books in my local book store; or I’ll read an article written by that person in some magazine I pick up in my dentist’s waiting room. No doubt.

Is a blogger’s ‘work’ any less desirable because they didn’t start off as a ‘writer’? I don’t think so at all. Here’s why:

Take art for example. I don’t choose art based on who the artist is, or how established that artist is or how many paintings he/she has sold before. Nor do I buy art based on how much it costs (more expensive = more valuable?). I buy art because it appeals to me. It invokes an emotion within me when I look at it. It tells me a story. Whilst I can appreciate pretty much every Claude Monet painting that ever existed (I’ve been a fan from the age of about 15), I once bought a painting from Target because I loved it so much. (My MIL, who not only has a son who is an artist, also spends a lot of time in art galleries. Even she thought it was a really good piece.)

Realistically, what do you think those in the ‘art world’ would think of me buying a painting from Target? Well, I can only imagine.

I read many blogs by ‘mums’. In the ‘writing world’ they wouldn’t be considered ‘real writers’, but I beg to differ.

Just like art, I don’t care if the person writing the piece has written for 10 years and holds a university degree in journalism. On the flip side of that, I also don’t care if he/she has never written anything before. Nor am I concerned if that blogger has over 2000 followers, or 2. Who cares? If I can relate to that piece; if it moves me and makes me think, and it tells me a story then…what does it matter whether that person is considered a ‘writer’ or not?

It’s a shame that some ‘writers’ and editors put down bloggers, and dismiss their pieces as “fluff and nonsense”. Much has been written and said about “Mummy Bloggers”, so I won’t bore you with all that, but it begs the question: Can you really only be referred to as a ‘writer’ because you studied writing in university? Because you’ve ‘published’ something? Do you have to do the ‘hard yards’ first making coffee at the local newspaper offices before forging ahead with a ‘real’ career as a ‘writer’? Do you have to have been a regular contributor in a well-known magazine first? Do you have to have written a book, been rejected by a dozen publishers, only to eventually have it published after ten years of trying to have it picked up, and then - only then – be considered a ‘writer’?

Or, can you be considered a ‘writer’ simply because you write?

I understand that someone who fixes a car isn’t necessarily a mechanic. And I know that someone who balances his or her own taxes isn’t necessarily an accountant. But aren’t there exceptions to this rule?

For example – both my big boys could read and write a little before school. They could count to 100. They could create a thoughtful picture on a piece of paper – all of which was done under my guidance. I anticipate the 3yr old will be able to do the same. I know I’m not a qualified ‘teacher’, but I (in conjunction with their daycare and Hubby, of course) taught them those skills. I helped them develop academically and socially. Doesn’t that make me a ‘teacher’ of sorts?

Fortunately, I communicate on Twitter with ‘writers’, some of which also follow my blog and/or list my blog on their own blog roll. And quite frankly, they couldn’t be more supportive of me, and other bloggers. I’ve had more than one ‘writer’ both encourage and compliment my writing at some point. But admittedly, I’m more than aware that there are writers who wouldn’t dare comment on blogs, or list a ‘blogger’ on their blog roll. Even if they did enjoy reading those blogs. They’d stick with only listing known ‘writers’ blogs. I think (and this is my personal opinion) that perhaps they are concerned that they won’t be taken seriously as ‘writers’ themselves? Or, to be blunt, they just don’t consider those bloggers to be ‘writers’. Just like there is in the art world, there is plenty of snobbery in the writing world.

Don’t you find that strange? I know I do.

Bloggers can be ‘writers’ too. In fact, I’m finding that more and more, I think of bloggers as ‘writers’. In fact, maybe I’m even one myself?

Some bloggers are receiving amazing traffic through their blogs, because they are reaching out to a community of people who really want to read what they have to say. Even the almighty Mummy Blogger is becoming quite influential in shifting opinions and raising awareness of certain issues.

Isn’t that what being a ‘writer’ is all about?


Monday, April 26, 2010

What Was Your Stand Out Moment on the Weekend?

This weekend I did something I haven't done in almost 7 years. I attended a wedding.

Let me start with the flowers, because they were amazing. Probably the most impressive floral arrangements I've ever seen at such an occasion. They used hot pinks (like the picture I've used for this post) mixed with darker pinks and bright greens which included perfectly formed baby-sized green apples and green grapes. 

And there were a ton of them. 

Even though I didn't check for myself, I have it on good authority that the bride's bouquet alone weighed about as much as a brick - so filled with flowers was it.

The ceremony was lovely. The Reverend was humorous and insightful. The bridge and groom (both of whom I don't know well at all - Hubby used to work with the groom and has kept in contact with him) were full of smiles and joy. At one point, the string quartet played The Minstrel Boy, which Hubby and I had played at ours. They also had a couple of other pieces played that we had at our wedding 10 years ago, as well as similar readings. Memories! 

I looked around the church at one point, doing a little people watching and noticed that:

a) All the ladies were plastered with big smiles - taking pictures at every opportunity; and
b) The guys stared straight ahead, hands clenched together, as if saying, 'Man...I can't wait to have a beer.' 

Cliched, I know. But it certainly seemed that way. 

The reception was held at a beautiful harbour front restaurant in the eastern suburbs. It had been transformed - with all the floral arrangements on the table as extravagant and impressive as the ones had been in the church. In the entry of the restaurant was a shelf, on which sat an array of photo frames filled with wedding photos. They were photos of the bride and groom's parents and grandparents on their special day. What a gorgeous touch to the day.

On each table was a sign, on which a name was given to the table. "Grosvenor Place" was the name of ours. It is where the couple first met at work over a photocopying machine. (Fact.) All the other tables were named after places that held some significance to the bride and groom over the 7 years they had been together. On the back of each was an explanation as well as a couple of fun questions to read out at the table. 

On the back of every woman's chair was a pair of black slippers, tied with hot pink ribbon, like mine here:

And near every place card for every male at the reception, a small gift-wrapped box that contained a pair of cuff links. Here is Hubby's pair:

The finger food served over drinks was delicious. The 3 course meal magnificent; followed by a cheese platter and hand-made chocolates. There was champagne, red and white wine - all of which (I hear - I didn't drink too much!) complimented each course beautifully. 

The speeches were fabulous. Not too short. Not too long. They were spaced out over the three courses, which is a lot easier to cope with than sitting and listening in one hit. Thankfully - there were only the necessary few. (I've been to some weddings where there are so many speeches - they take up about 2 hours! That precious dance floor time. ;) )

The only disappointment for me was the music played when it was time to hit the dance floor. All the music was a little too old and cliched for my liking. The Pointer Sisters (Jump), Lionel Ritchie (All Night Long), Frank Sinatra (New York, New York). All that was missing was Nutbush City Limits, The Locomotion and The Chicken Dance. 

But in their defense - the couple had asked everyone for a song request with their RSVPs, so perhaps the music wasn't their choice after all! The DJ did play Michael Buble's "Sway" though, and there was a short snippet of Beyonce's "All The Single Ladies" played when the DJ asked all the, well, single ladies to come up and try catching the bouquet. (There was no garter and no wedding cake. Just like our wedding.)

But the highlight for me was the groom's speech. He said some beautiful things, even tearing up and barely able to finish his speech at the end when speaking of how fortunate he was to have met his wife. But the best bit for me was when he told the story of meeting his new wife in the photocopying room at their work. Apparently there was a paper jam, and usually he'd sneak out to avoid trying to get it out. But then his future wife walked in and that was that. He did everything in his power to get that paper out. 

And then, as he finished the story, he reached in to his pocket and pulled out the piece of paper that had gotten stuck that day. (I'm not sure if it was the actual piece of paper - but nevertheless - it was an impressive moment!)

He finished the story with, "Rapunzel had her hair. Romeo and Juliet had their balcony. But [my wife] and I have the Ricoh 1000."

Indeed. And each other.

How about you? Got a moment you'd like to share from the weekend? A wedding story perhaps?


Sunday, April 25, 2010

Check Out This Recipe...

Looking for something for dinner tonight?

I've just updated Mummy Mayhem's Recipe Box with another tried and tested delicious recipe!

This time, it's for Orange-Marinated Chicken. So quick and easy. 

The recipe is here



Friday, April 23, 2010

Hot or Not? John Corbett

Well, with all the excitement of SATC 2 coming soon, and blogging yesterday about it, I decided to choose a SATC fave for this week's hot or not.

Last week, Adam Brody was considered a little too "boyish" for most people. He does have that kinda young look going on. But most agreed he had the "cute" factor, if not exactly the "hot" factor.

As you know, SATC 2 is being released in June, and this time, we see the return of Aidan in Carrie's life. (If you didn't get to see the trailer for the movie on yesterday's post, just go here and there's a link there.)

Who remembers John in Northen Exposure? What a great show that was in the day. Of course, he looked a little different back then:

And here he is in My Big Fat Greek Wedding:

Now, here's John breaking the news on Ellen about his role in SATC 2:

Here's how John appears in the film:

I think it's going to make the story very interesting. 

So, what do you think? Is John Corbett hot, or not?


* This weekly post was inspired by Insomniac Mummy's weekly Hot or Not. 

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Biography Review - Eat, Pray, Love

Author: Elizabeth Gilbert
Review date: April 2010

I resisted reading Eat, Pray, Love for a long time. Why? I don't really know to be honest. I'd seen an interview with Elizabeth on Oprah some time back. I thought Elizabeth's story sounded remotely interesting, but I think it was Oprah's gushing over the subject that kinda put me off. You know, she was very dramatic about the whole story, which is sometimes off-putting for me. I think that knowing what I did about her story at the time (divorced, not wanting children, travelling the world to find herself), I felt I couldn't relate. 

Then I read a discussion last year about books on Mia Freedman's blog, Mamamia. Many were talking about Eat, Pray, Love. There were definitely readers criticising Elizabeth's book that day. One reader called her "self obsessed" and "selfish", from memory. (And since then, I've read reviews that describe Elizabeth's book as "prone to hyperbole" and "self-congratulatory" and "self absorbed" and "shallow" as well as finding her writing "increasingly annoying"), but there were also plenty of others who heralded Elizabeth's work as "inspiring", "real" and "honest". I was encouraged by a number of commenters that day to give it a go.

What changed my mind? Well, I think it was an impulse purchase actually! I walked in to Borders one day, and there it was on sale. So I figured, why not give it a go?

I was hooked from page 1. 

After the breakdown of her marriage, as well as a relationship that followed - together with her desire to find God again and her spiritual self - Elizabeth embarks on a twelve month journey that sees her travel to three countries: Italy (to eat), India (to pray) and Indonesia (to love - although, she didn't know that's what she'd do in Indonesia until after the fact). 

Each country is broken up in to a "book" with short chapters. (I'm a huge fan of short chapters in books. I hate to leave my reading mid-chapter, and get annoyed if I find page after page before I can put my book down when I need to!) 

A friend, who attends a book club in which everyone read the book, told me when I was still "in Italy" that the mother's group had found Italy and Indonesia more enjoyable than India. I can kind of understand why. India very much focuses on Elizabeth's spiritual journey. Not quite as lighthearted as her journey through Italy - which pretty much had her eating her way around Rome, as well as some other destinations there! 

But I actually found India quite interesting. Staying in an Ashram, Elizabeth meditates for most of her day (which she at times struggles to do), and also meets another American who acts as her support and sounding board. (He's a Texan and calls her "Groceries". He sounds a funny fellow. I'm looking forward to seeing how they portray him in the movie.) It is in India, that Elizabeth really starts to work through everything that has happened to her to date, and learn to let go. Learn to make peace with everything and everyone. 

In one particular chapter in India, Elizabeth writes her views on "faith". I read that particular chapter over and over again, probably because I read it less than a week after I'd given a speech at church about my own faith journey, and it really resonated with me. 

In Indonesia, she returns to find Ketut - a Medicine Man who had read her palm on a previous trip to Bali, foreseeing that she would return someday and study with him. When she tracks him down (on the first day of her arrival) it at first seems as though he has no recollection of her at all, but then he realises who Elizabeth is, and they meet every day for most of her time in Bali. 

It is also in Bali that Elizabeth meets Felipe - her future love. 

At times, Elizabeth's story seems all too good to be true. How can one person have so much "luck", and have such a very positive experience from a whole year's travel? Just when you think she'll be down on her luck on something, it turns around and all is well. Sometimes this makes the story slightly unbelievable. 

Then again, maybe she was in such a good place by the end of India (spiritually and mentally) that all the little things that undoubtedly went wrong just seemed so irrelevant when writing the book. Hence, the reason the book may, at times, come across as Elizabeth recalling her journey through rose-coloured glasses. 

Nevertheless, I really enjoyed the read. Elizabeth's writing is emotive, intelligent and filled with humour. The girl certainly can laugh at herself. And write. 

I hope to start on Elizabeth's follow up book, Committed soon!


My rating out of 5:

SATC 2 - I Am SO There

Sex and the City 2 is coming soon. Are you going? Oh, I am!!!

When SATC started on the telly, I didn't watch it. To be honest, I was appalled. Women talking about sex? No subject taboo? How vulgar! It was too much for the inner prude in me to fathom watching even a second of it.

Then surprisingly, the MIL came for a visit, and admitted that she had watched it in the past. "Oh, it's a good old laugh!" she announced. I was both amazed and impressed in equal measure. ;)

So I gave it a go. And you know what? I found it to be soooo much more than a tv show about sex.

It's about friendship. And fashion. And relationships. And NEW YORK!

So, just like I did when the first SATC movie came out, I'll be making a date with my friend, Jen. It'll be a girl's night out, and no doubt, we'll make the most of it (as we did last time) with dinner beforehand and a bag of Maltesers to enjoy during the film. And hopefully, this time, I won't be interrupted during the opening scenes with a phone call from Hubby, asking if I know where the spak filler is, and if not, could I please have a think about where it might be and give him a call back? Oh, suuuuuure, dear. You can count on it! (True story, I'm afraid.)

I checked the Hoyts website last night (go to Coming Soon), and tickets are NOW ON SALE, with advanced screenings here in Australia on Wed 2 June, followed by regular session times commencing on Thu 3 June.

Check out the latest extended preview of the film HERE. (Listen out for the use of Australia's own Ricki-Lee Coulter's song Can't Touch It in the clip!)  


How about you? Will you go? Who with? 

I know. I'm nosy. 


Wednesday, April 21, 2010

School Holidays...OVER. Routine...BACK.

The 6yr old and the 8yr old have been on school holidays for the past two weeks (as have many other Aussie kids). They are now back to school, which means, I’m back to my routine.

Two weeks goes by pretty quickly, doesn’t it? I can say that - even though I had all three boys at home. ;) For the most part, I actually really enjoy the school holidays. Yes of course - there are times I want to pull my hair out. (For sure!) But mostly, it’s a chance to relax and spend time with them.

Having said that, the last two weeks with the kids couldn’t have been more chalk and cheese. The first week, as seems to be the tradition around here, was very relaxing. In fact, so relaxed were we, there were at least two days that the pyjamas didn’t come off and get tucked under the pillow until almost lunchtime. Mine included. I happily refer to that first week as “Pyjama Week”.

The second week, on the other hand…well, let’s just call that “Incident Week”. It seems we couldn’t stop certain “incidents” happening to keep us on our toes. There was the “son-slipped-and-fell-on-the-bathroom-floor-and-hit-his-head” incident. The “son-hit-his-head-on-the-car-when-getting-out-of-it” incident. The “son-was-choking-on-a-lolly-at-the-ice-skating-rink” incident. (Yeah, that one was a real doozy). The “temporarily-lose-two-out-of-three-sons-at-IKEA” incident. (But really, who doesn’t get lost at some point in that place?) The “found-the-dog-sleeping-on-the-formal-lounge-TWICE” incident. (Not happy.) The “toddler-discovered-he-had-a-poo-WITH-HIS-HAND” incident. (Disgusting.) The “forgot-soccer-training” incident. (Whoops). The “forgot-another-soccer-training” incident. (Whoops…again!) The “forgot-to-take-the-oranges-to-soccer-on-Saturday-that-were-diligently-purchased-that-morning-and-prepared-by-the-wife-whilst-the-husband-was-out-cycling” incident. (‘Nuff said.) The “backed-the-car-into-a-parked-car-even-though-we-have-a-reverse-camera-and-sensors” incident. (Ah, yeah…you don’t really have to know who did that one, do you?)

Anyway, even though the second week wasn’t exactly, ah, “incident free” – or relaxing - there were some great moments there too (believe it or not). I’m just glad we didn’t go camping, as originally planned. Imagine how long the “Incident Week” list would have been then?

But I digress a little. 

What I most definitely miss about the kids being at school (besides my sanity on occasion) is the routine.

Without routine, I’m toast. I can’t get motivated to get up and do anything (hence, “Pyjama Week”). I need to constantly live by the big hand and the little hand on the clock. Otherwise, I can’t function.

I remember saying to my sister once, “Can you imagine how much I’ll be able to get done when all three boys are at school one day?”

She said, “You’d be surprised. When you only have a certain amount of time to get things done, you move quickly and get to it. When you have more time, you think, ‘I have plenty of time,’ and you don’t get nearly as much done.”

A wise woman, my sister.

And so, even though the school terms are filled with after school activities and deadlines and I forever feel like I’m running from one thing to the next, I kinda like it. Keeping busy is ok. As my parish priest would say, “Life is full.” Indeed, it is.

Now I’ve just got to find more time to do the ironing. Sigh.

How about you? How do you motivate yourself to get things done? Are you a procrastinator like me? Any tips are much appreciated!


Monday, April 19, 2010

What Was Your Stand Out Moment on the Weekend?

Each Monday I write about a stand out moment from my weekend. You can join me, and tell me yours too! Link to your blog if you've written about something on the weekend, or make a comment below if you like!

Last week, I knew that the 6yr old was making something for me. It was all very hush, hush. "You can't see it yet, Mummy," he said one morning as I entered his room, using his arm as a shield between my eyes and the piece of paper he was working on. 

With everything we've had going on these school holidays, I had all but forgotten about it. Then Sunday morning, he entered my bedroom, and said in a hushed tone to me, "Mum!" I opened my eyes to see him standing there, a piece of paper pressed to his chest, and a knowing smile on his lips. 

"What's up, honey?" I asked, trying to wake myself up. (It was one of those rare mornings where Hubby was home, and not out riding his bike, and had gotten up to fetch the boys their breakfast. I'd managed to get back to sleep. Heaven.)

He just smiled at me, his eyes occasionally diverting down to the piece of paper, then back up to mine. "Oh!" I said, realising what he had. "Is that my special present?" He nodded. "Can I see it?" He turned it around, and this is what I saw:

Isn't it gorgeous? Check out all the little butterflies. My favourite is the one at the bottom, far left. A little early for Mother's Day...but who cares? 

Growing up, my parents - especially my Dad - loved it when I made them cards. On those years that I chose to purchase a card for Dad instead, he'd say, "Oh. Why didn't you make me one? I like the cards you make." To be honest, I thought he was just being nice. How could he possibly prefer my daggy old greeting cards to those from the shop?

Since I've had my kids - I get it. There's nothing more precious than a homemade card, drawing, letter - especially when it's addressed to you with lots of hugs and kisses. The 8 yr old has written me some lovely ones in the past too, and the 3yr old is starting to draw a lot more now.

Considering that we thought last week that we might lose the 6 yr old during the choking incident, this picture is even more timely. And even though I wrote about the 6yr old's beautiful nature in this post, he has actually been quite difficult at home lately. Let's just say he's had a bit of an attitude problem! Quite unlike him. My guess is, he's been the peacemaker and the conformist for so long now...he's a little over it! And he probably needs a little one-on-one time for a change (which he had yesterday with his Dad, who took him to a museum. He loved it.) 

When he gave me this paper, and I told him how gorgeous it was and how much I loved him, he seemed to hold me in a way that suggested a peace offering. At least, I hope that's what it was. ;) In any case, it felt as though we really connected for the first time in weeks. And after last week, I really needed that with him.

I'm off to place this in my special keepsakes box, along with all the other beautiful cards and pictures my boys have given me. I'm sure, in the future someday, it will bring back some wonderful memories.


Friday, April 16, 2010

Hot or Not? Adam Brody

It's Friday. So let's a have a little fun with this week's Hot or Not?

Last week, poor old Brian McFadden didn't fare well in the hot stakes. Admittedly, I was a little surprised. I think I expected more of a division between opinions, rather than an almost total "NO" vote!

This week's choice came to me when I was either reading or watching something about kissing scenes in movies (can't remember which), and I immediately thought about Adam Brody in the following kissing scene with Meg Ryan in the move In The Land of Women (which also starred Kristen Stewart before she became popular through The Twilight movies - he kisses her too in this clip, but don't hold that against him). Look out for the part where he lifts her up from the curb. Nice work Adam!

Anyway, Adam has been a fave of mine since The OC days. (Loved that show!) I know, he's a little young - 9 years my junior. He's witty, good looking, and comes across as a really nice guy. (Of course, this is how I perceive him - who knows what he's like in real life?) 

What are your thoughts? Is Adam Brody hot, or not?