Top Five LOL Cats of the Day

Survived A Battle (AKA The True Blood Premiere)

Last night was the premiere for the new season of True Blood. All I can say about it is...I survived. Part of me really didn't want to go, because I already have pictures with most of the cast and having to wait all day in a barricade is really, really, really horrible. I mean, don't get me wrong, it can be fun, but on days like yesterday, it was not a joy. It was a battlefield. I have bruises. I feel like I went to war.

Luckily my cute friend Scotty was able to save a spot for me until I could get off work. Yes, I did get out of work a wee bit early, but I definitely wasn't in the barricade at 7 a.m. like the others (more like 2:30 p.m.). Ugh! The premiere wasn't until 7 p.m.! Of course, how could I stay away when my true love, Sam Trammell, would be in attendance? I mean, he had to have support from his #1 fan, right?!?

In honor of the premiere, I made this adorable necklace to wear in support of my TLF. He loved it! In fact, he actually said, "I love ya, Pinky." Did you hear that, world?!?! HE LOVES ME!!! Sadly, I was looking around for a video camera so that I could hear him say it to me over and over and over again, but no matter. I'm sure I'll hear it on a constant repeat in my head for years to come. Wait, what?

I think this is a pretty good view of my horror. See behind me? Yeah, that's just one side. There were approximately a million people pushing directly behind me. Well, perhaps that's a slight exaggeration. But it sure felt like a million!

Overall I'm glad I went. I ended up getting 25 pictures and even a few autographs for my friend Chuck in Texas. Wahoo! Successful day for sure; I just wish it didn't leave me so beat up afterwards.

Pinky's Fandance - Fran Drescher

For the record, I love Fran Drescher just as much as I hate when people make the "peace sign" in pictures. I don't know what it is, but it drives me crazy. Not that I'm against peace or anything, but why is it necessary? Just smile and move along.

Still, I really do love Fran Drescher. I loved the story of her pitching The Nanny on a plane to the guy sitting next to her and how much spunk that must've took. I love how successful her show was and everything about Fran Fine's character. I love that she walked away from her husband who came out of the closet but still remains best friends with him and even created a new show with him. I think she's an amazing person and I was thrilled to finally meet her. Just look at my smile - I'm bursting!

Is It A Guy Thing?

As I work in a predominantly male atmosphere, I've noticed one very interesting thing: They wear the same clothes. A lot. Like, every day. As a girl, of course, I'm prone to notice such things. I mean, I understand wearing the same pants or skirt more than once a week, but the exact same thing? For five days straight? I can't tell if they have five of the same shirts, or they wash them every night and then re-wear them, but just about every single guy here wears the same thing (not a uniform, their own thing), every day of the week.

Now, obviously, I don't care. I don't think it makes them any less of a person, I just find it curious. I'm horrified if I wear the same thing in a month (but, then again, I do happen to have mountains of clothing in my closet). Of course, when I go home, I've got a few standard "uniforms" I wear (read: lounge clothes). There's nothing better in the world than lounging around in your comfy clothes...which is maybe the point? Perhaps they're wearing comfy clothes to get through the drudgery of everyday life? But it's probably not as complicated as all that. They probably just don't care.

Celebrity Wrap Up - Saturday Edition

Hello and welcome to Saturday's edition of Celebrity Wrap Up.

Um, is that some sort of fishing trap?

I have no words. Oh, wait, yes, I do. When did you rip off Bjork? And where's the egg? Or the swan's head?

Oooh, Matthew Morrison in glasses?!? Yes, please.

How on earth did Katie get a hold of my rocking denim skirt from Junior High School?

What bothers me about this picture is how close the photographer was. I mean, was he driving the cab, or what?

Top Five FAILS of the Day

Sammy The Stubborn Dog

I'm always amazed by the strong personality displayed by my seemingly innocent dog. If he doesn't want to eat, he won't. If he doesn't want to sit on that chair, he won't. If he doesn't to...well, you get the idea. I don't have to spell it out for you.

I'm also impressed by his ability to sleep anywhere at any time. Why don't I have that skill? I mean, look at him. He looks so peaceful and content. Right there. On the floor.

Of course, a short distance from him lies his actual dog bed. Not that he sleeps in it at night, but he's been known to chill out there from time to time. Obviously he didn't feel like it in this picture. Would it really have been so far for him to just walk over to the bed?!?! I mean, really.

Pinky's Fandance - Jenny Mollen Biggs

Ever since I (finally) met the hysterical Jenny Mollen Biggs in person I've been wanting to create this amazing post wherein I compare all the ways we're alike. Of course, at the end I'd have to contrast the fact that I only pretend to be involved with / married to a celebrity, when she actually is, but no matter. I still contend that Jenny and I are BFFs who would totally laugh and bond and hang out if given a chance.

As today is Jenny's birthday, I thought it was the perfect time to finally post our picture together. Hooray! Jenny recently performed at the Hollywood Improv and did a great job in a little ensemble show called "Twitter Comes Alive." After reading her articles and Twitter feed for so long, it was awesome to finally get a chance to meet her. You probably can't tell in the picture, but her necklace actually says, "F--- you." Amazeballs!!! My idol. Happy birthday, Jenny!

Screw You, Wells Fargo

So, get this - as if it weren't bad enough that my whole London trip was a debacle, when I FINALLY got my airline refund from Sundance London, it was short $20. Strange, I thought. I checked with the sender and they assured me they sent the full amount, but said maybe there was a conversion fee or something. Odd.

Now, I've never done business overseas, so I don't know about any of that mumbo jumbo. I figured it sounded fairly reasonable, I suppose, and at the very least I got most of the money back, right? Imagine my surprise to check my bank records yesterday and see an additional charge - a wire deposit fee of $15 - deducted from my account after the $20-short-amount was received. Um, WHAT?!!?

I tried calling the So-Unhelpful-He-Should-Be-Shot-And-Quartered-Customer-Service-Person yesterday and was dissatisfied to say the least. All I wanted to know was why it cost me $35 to receive money and his response was, "I don't understand the question." I said, "You don't understand the word 'Why'?" Finally, instead of my usual, "Thank you for NOTHING!" I told him, "You've been no help to me at all. Good-bye."

In summary, in case we're keeping tabs, not only did I have to pay for my passport, lose a week of wages, and pay for my lodging in London (that I didn't stay in), I'm also now having to pay an additional $35 just to get my money back for the flight which took me directly to a horrid holding cell in London for 18 ungodly hours. I've lost time, I've lost money, and I've lost my patience with this whole experience. Screw you, Wells Fargo!!!

Celebrity Wrap Up - Friday Edition

Hello and welcome to Friday's edition of Celebrity Wrap Up.

Whoa!!! Now that's WAY more of K.Stew than I ever cared to see. Gah. My eyes are bleeding!

Now, that's better. Much cuter sight!

Speaking of a cute sight...heart melting....

Do you think Kate eats a lot of bananas?

Why does she always look so uncomfortable?

Top Five Dogs of the Day

Going Collage Crazy

Costco has this amazing new service where you can select pictures to make into a photo collage and it'll create it with one click. Not only can you select the pictures, the layout, and the border color, but you can click on "arrange photos" and change it around until it looks like you want. Plus, it's really affordable - the largest size (which is 20' x 30' - like a poster) is only $8.99! How can you pass that by?

I've been going a little picture crazy lately and combining all my pics into collages. There are these great frames at Target for only $5.99, so it's perfect! I love that I was able to fit all my Sam stuff together. This was actually created with a poster frame ($8.99), but still a fab deal!

I rearranged my wall last night to coordinate my new Sam poster and my new super cute collages. 

I even made an awesome addition to the Duran Duran wall. Score!

Pinky's Fandance - Robert Hays

Robert Hays played the pilot on the Airplane movies. When I saw him walk up to the ticket line at a recent play opening, I knew I recognized him, but couldn't place how until someone jogged my memory.

Although I vaguely remember watching Airplane, I was quite young at the time and don't remember much of it. I need to watch it again and see what I was missing. Robert was super cool to all the fans asking for photos and autographs. He was exactly how celebs should be to fans.

Yet Another Dating Disaster

Friends, I feel like I can talk to you openly and without judgment. Because of this, I'm going to share a little dating story tragedy that happened over the weekend. Are you excited or what?!!?

We've probably covered this before, but I'm going to just confess this right now: When I walk my dog, I do NOT dress up. For whatever reason, I have the same opinion when I walk my dog that I have about going out in public on my day's off: Everyone around me is most likely blind. OK, they're not really blind, but they should be. Because I just don't care. I will wear pretty much the first thing I find on the ground, pair it with some mismatched jacket, the ugliest shoes known to man that I ONLY wear to walk my dog in, and top it all off with no make-up and my hair in a bun. In a word, I'm glorious.

Hell, if it's early enough in the morning, I'll wear my pajamas. I"m not afraid to admit it.

So, on Saturday afternoon I was down on the beach with Sammy looking even more glorious than usual in full mis-matched sweats regalia (with the hood up over my unwashed face). Since there weren't a lot of dogs around for him to play with, I put him back on his leash and started to leave. He, however, had other plans. Near the edge of the beach sat this weird looking, crooked (he seriously looks lop-sided when he walks) dog, who never wants to play with Sammy, but, of course, Sammy loves. He jumped and jumped and jumped until I let him off his leash, so I finally caved and let him. The dog, of course, wanted nothing to do with Sammy, per usual, but I had fun talking to the dog's owner, who's a very nice lady and is just as amused by her dog's lack of interest in my hyper puppy.

Suddenly, Sammy sprinted away and went directly towards a little black Chihuahua. They started to run and play and were instant friends. As is my luck (especially when I'm looking so lovely), the dog's owner was this super hot, dark-haired, guy with longish hair to his chin. He was very friendly, introduced himself, and we started to chat. Even better? He'd just moved onto my street, not far from my place at all. Score!

So, we get to chatting and he invites me over for some drinks later. He stayed at the beach a bit longer, but said he might come by on his way back. He never showed. Still, I take a shower and get ready, determined to look like a normal person wearing make-up and a cute outfit when we meet again. His impression of me cannot be the walk-the-dog attire. That just won't do.

I get ready and grab Sammy to head down to New Boy's house. As we walk outside, Sammy sprints ahead to the street like he sees a cat or something. Strangely, it was New Boy sitting in his car right in front of my house (and, yes, only now that I'm typing this do I see how strange that sounds). Apparently he couldn't remember what number I said and had been trying all these places unsuccessfully looking for me. In fact, he went on to say that he'd told his friend he might never see me again and was upset about it. Interesting turn of events.

We head to his house and are on a rooftop deck chatting - me, New Boy, and his friend - while our dogs played. Now, I probably should've covered this at the beach, but I didn't. So, I ask who he lives with (as the place had two rooms) and he said his girlfriend and her son (in my head? The trumpet sounds from Charlie Brown - waaa waaa). Apparently said girlfriend was out of town at a Buddhist retreat (really?). Instead of music, he's blasting Talk Radio. Blech. I actually heard the term "luminator" come across the airwaves. New Boy said he loved listening to Conspiracy Radio and then started some political rant which I tuned out. In fact, the more he talked about politics and conspiracies, the more I was thinking I may have dodged a bullet. We have nothing in common aside from the fact that our dogs enjoy playing together, we like the beach, and we live on the same street. I'm also wishing I could blame my dog on the reason I'm going to need to leave immediately.

Finally, he goes to change the channel to some actual music, I say good-bye to his friend, grab my dog, and start heading downstairs. New Boy follows me to see why I'm leaving. Although I'd like to say some fancy reason that doesn't make me look shallow, instead I say the truth, "You have a girlfriend." Breezy, right? He starts to tell me they're not doing well, they're going to break up, blah blah blah and he kisses me. I tell him when and if they break up, look me up. We'll see what happens then. Of course, that's just going to put me back in my usual and neverending position of Rebound Girl, so it probably wasn't a good suggestion to look me up later. WHAT IS IT IN ME THAT ATTRACTS PEOPLE ON THE VERGE OF BREAK-UPS?!?!!?

Long story short (well, in theory anyway), once again I'm reminded that dating sucks! I should just realize I'm going to be an old, barren, spinster, living out my days alone with my dog. Sigh.

Celebrity Wrap Up - Thursday Edition

Hello and welcome to Thursday's edition of Celebrity Wrap Up.

Ahhh, that was sweet. She let her two-year-old daughter do her hair.

Mental note to people with extremely pale skin: Wearing white isn't doing you any favors.

I'd like to tell you that I don't look half as crazy as those fans do when waiting for people I love, but that would be a lie. I look even more crazy. Sigh.

Why is Gwynnie trying to look like an alien? I mean, that's the look she was going for, right?

Debra, my dear, I'm afraid there is nothing "smashing" about this outfit (see what I did there???).