Wednesday, November 30, 2011

tis the season...#18

18. Frosty the Snowman

This is the story of a nice day turned tragic. I won't even bother to tell the story about how he came to life one day, but then global warming kicked in, and he was murdered. Everyone knows that all that remained was a damn corn-cob pipe, a button nose, and two pieces of coal.

The suspects - these ratty kids. I personally think the kid dressed as the elf did it.


Tuesday, November 29, 2011

I want a hippopotmus for christmas?

Forget the hippo, I want this guy! How cute is this little porcupine? So he's not as soft and cuddly as some other pets, his talking alone seals the deal.  When the lady takes his corncob away, I want to jump into the computer and hurt her. So adorbs!!

tis the season...#19

19. The Holiday

I once read where the set of this movie, mainly Cameron's house, was one of the most expensive sets to furnish.  This explains why I love EVERYTHING in the house...and everything she wears, including the shake necklace from Renee Lewis she wears for a hot second while she is beating the shit out of Ed Burns.

If you haven't seen this movie, then you obviously don't watch TBS because they run it non stop every weekend.  It's cute and feel-goody. And Jude Law looks amazing in every second. Merry Christmas.


real quick...

With yet another woman coming out of the woodwork, rumor has it that Herman Cain is probably going to drop out of the presidental race. Mark my words - if he makes it thru today, he won't make it thru the week. Sexual harassment is one thing, but a 13 year affair? Sorry I'm not sorry.

I just wish there was some fun visual to go along with his philandering ex-Rep. David Wu.

Monday, November 28, 2011

thank god that's over

A couple of things since I've been out of pocket since last Wednesday...

*If you can believe it, I haven't done a stitch of shopping today on 'cyber monday'. Nothing. Nor did I do any shopping on black friday. The economy probably went down a point just on my non-spending alone.

*Speaking of holiday shopping, I'm glad that stupid Kohl's commercial is now off the air. If I had to hear that girl singing "black friday" one more time, I would have become violent.

*To the lady who used pepper spray to ward off other shoppers: you are a genius. Yes, you might have hurt people and I'm not quite sure what was so amazing at wal-mart that you needed to use this or why you were even in wal-mart, but I bet when everyone heard this story they might have fained shock, but deep down inside they were amazed.

*My war against Bradley Cooper being voted sexiest man alive is officially over. Why you might ask? Because he said one of his favorite movies is "the diving bell and the butterfly", which is one of my favorite movies.  If you haven't seen it, watch immediately. Its beautiful and the story is haunting.

*Because you have probably missed my Lagerfeld updates because its been so long, I happened upon this AMAZEBALLS article on how Karl lives. 5 townhouses on the same street. One to sleep, one to eat, one to work on clothes, one to take photos, and one for guests because he doesn't want people in his house. Sigh...I really do want to be friends with him.


tis the season...#20

20. all ABC Family Christmas movies

You know you love them just as much as I do! Don't even pretend not to. To those who scoff and deny that Holiday in Handcuffs starring AC Slater and Clarrisa from clarrisa explains it all wasn't amazing, then you are a scrooge.  I mean, this movie makes kidnapping adorable. And Markie Post as crazy's mother? Well, its perfection on a stick.

However, it used to be that they actually showed Christmas movies instead of Harry Potter or Beauty and the Beast.  I'm not sure when their programming changed, but it needs to change back.

Make sure to watch:
*The Christmast List - starring the original Mrs. Tom Cruise (Mimi Rogers) who is a perfume expert. She runs into a boy whose mother has passed and wants to recreate her scent. She mails a letter to santa, which comes true, and she finds a hunky silver fox. Merry Christmas!
*Christmas in Handcuffs
*Cupid Christmas


Friday, November 25, 2011

tis the season...#21

Happy Black Friday! I hope you are doing lots of shopping and getting great deals. I like presents all year long, including christmas, so make sure you remember that as you pass by Neimans.

21. The Santa Clause

I am not ashamed to admit that I love this Tim Allen classic.  And whenever in life will you ever be able to say "tim, allen. and classic" in another sentence? You won't.

See it all starts when Santa is suddenly startled on the roof of Tim Allen's house. He falls off and dies.  Ok...well he disappears, but dead is more like it. After he lands he magically disappears, but his suit remains. Timmy find a business card in a pocket stating that if something should happen to Santa, someone should put on the suit, and the reindeer will know what to do (ie. the santa "clause").

Bonus points of the movie: Timmy's kid starred in the age old classic, Dunston Checks In, the Oscar Mayer weenie ornament, and the part where Tim tries to prove he is santa by saying "merry christmas" in different languages. 

Look - it might not be academy award winning stuff, but for christmas, it is delightful.

Ho, ho, ho. XO Bunny

three of my favorite things

Karl, Chanel, and Montmarte. Le sigh....

This is the window at Chanel in Paris. Jesus, why am I not spending my thanksgiving there? And by "there", I mean in the window.Thanks Poodle for making me green with envy.


Thursday, November 24, 2011

tis the season...#22

Did you think I would leave you without a post on this gluttonous holiday? Hell-to-the-no.  What else would you do than read this blog? Hang with your family and watch the macy's parade? That's just crazy talk. Everyone knows that once you've seen the giant snoopy and woodstock, its all down hill from there.

22. Love Actually

You can argue forever on if this is technically classified as a Christmas movie or not, but I say it is dammit because the first saying on screen is "5 weeks before Christmas".

Ten very different stories interlinked with each other. Everyone has their favorite - mine personally is the declining romance of Snape Alan Rickman and Emma Thompson.  There is something just so delicious about his voice and I always expect him to say "turn to page 394." 

No matter what your favorite storyis, I think we all should agree that the porn story never should have been included. It's weird and uncomfortable and boring. And I could also rid myself of the Milwaukee story. Please...there is no one dumb enough to pick Wisconsin in the winter as a travel destination.  Not even me...and I love certain people in Milwaukee.

XOXO, Bunny


I first posted this story of my first supper club thanksgiving back in August, but thought it was time to post it again for the holiday.  This past Sunday marked another anniversary of supper club. Only 3 members of the original gang of 8 remain, yet the club is now at almost 15 with new additions every time. This story, obviously, was brought up because it was our first thanksgiving together...and now years later the tradition continues.


Picture it. November 2006. A lot of stuff has just happened. First being I had just lost my job. Actually, hundreds of hill staffers had just lost their job. The constituents of my state had just voted to not send my boss back to the senate and many other senators were in the same boat. The shock of losing, coupled with the fact that I now had to find a job and I would no longer see my amazing co-workers everyday was starting to hit hard. Maybe closer to election I will regale you with the story of how the mighty fell, but back to the story at hand. Second, my mother was in the hospital having back surgery. This is key because she loony on pain killers and pretty much unavailable. These 2 incidents put me in a precarious emotional state.

I worked on the hill for 5 years. In that time, I met some fantastic people. You are brought together by politics, by office location, by the member you work for, but mostly by the ridiculous hours. A group of about 15 southern transplants formed a supper club. We would get together once every couple of weeks to eat southern food, talk about life and trade gossip...and because the group was made up of senate staff, house staff and white house staff, the gossip was ahhhmazing.
In a stroke of genius, I commented on how supper club needed to have a Thanksgiving meal - thinking this might be the last for some of us - and I volunteered the house, mashed potatoes and the cooking of the turkey. I must have been high. Seriously...that's all I can think of because I can't cook worth a shit. Ask anyone.
The time, date, and place had been set. Being all domestic, I went to the grocery 4days before the dinner and bought a frozen turkey. I pulled recipes off the internet and called family friends to ask how they made their birds. I was so prepared...I was in charge. Except, I didn't realize that I needed DAYS to thaw a turkey. So when I pulled that bad boy from the freezer 48 hours in advance, my resident advisor - my grandmother - laughed at me. There was no way I would have enough time to thaw and cook. I was better off running back to the grocery and buying a non-frozen bird. So I headed out days before Thanksgiving to find a turkey that had not been bought. At my third attempt, I found one, at Whole Foods. It was 18lbs - which is huge - and I bought it all the little chef hats to go on its legs. It's about 10pm when I get home, so I put it in the fridge and head to bed.

It's now 20 hours before the dinner party for 15. I head home from a very long day at the office and start preparing my stuff to cook this damn thing. Except, I didn't get home from work until after 8. And then I was told because the turkey was so large, it would need 6 fucking hours to cook. At this point, I was mentally and physically exhausted. I stared at my roommate as he told me this. Obviously, I had missed something on the internet because that could not be right. As we discussed a plan, I came up with a couple of options. I could cook it for three hours tonight, and then three hours the next day. Vetoed. I could cook it all night long. Vetoed because you have to baste the damn thing every hour on the hour. I would just need to leave work early to come home. Case closed. But it wasn't that simple because while my boss had been relieved of his job, there was still a ton of work that needed to be done. I wasn't feeling very hopeful about the situation.
As I got into bed that night, I turned on the tv. And that's when God spoke to me. On the set was a commercial for Popeye's and they were advertising a cajun turkey that you could buy at the store. PERFECT! I was a man with a plan. Or a woman with a plan. And like the A-Team, I love it when a plan comes together.

I called Popeye's the morning of the dinner party, reserved two turkeys to be picked up at 6:30pm for an 8pm dinner. Nothing could go wrong. I fly out of work and go to pick up my meat. I arrive at Popeye's, tell them my order and when they hand me two FROZEN turkeys, I lost it. Seriously. I started crying. Sobbing. In the middle of Popeye's. With mexican people speaking spanish to me and trying to comfort me but I can't understand what they are saying and they can't understand me over the sobs. SOBS. I told them I lost my job, that I had to feed 15 people that were arriving within the hour, screaming "what the fuck am I going to do" over and over. Finally the woman petting my hair speaks brilliance. Head to the store up the road and buy some roasted chickens. Your friends will never know the difference. I stopped crying, nodded and walked out, sans frozen turkeys and headed for the store. I bought two roasted turkeys and returned to the house to welcome my guests.

The first person to arrive was my friend Lawrence. Poor Lawrence. As soon as he walked in the door, I broke down again and told him the saga of the last 48 hours. Bless his heart, he concealed his laughter and made a plan to slice the chickens instead of presenting them with their little hats like I had planned. No one will know, he said.

Everyone started arriving, bringing their contribution to the dinner and the table looked amazing. Everyone was starving and starting devouring the supper. Well...until my friend Thomas spoke up and commented on how delicious the turkey was. He'd never had turkey that tasted so good before. And soon everyone was nodding in agreement. And I couldn't take the shame anymore. These were my friends....they would understand. So I told them the long, painful story and showed them the 2 turkeys both now in the freezer and the crying in the popeye's. Fucking Popeye's. Everyone looked on in amazement as the story continued with its twists and turns. And then the laughter started...and to this day the 15 of them still laugh at that fateful Thanksgiving dinner. In fact, it has become part of Bunny folklore.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

tis the season...#23

23. White Christmas

A classic...

Bing Crosby. Rosemary Clooney. Danny Kaye. What could possibly not be amazing about this movie? Well, the plot for one. But that's overlooked due to all the singing and all the dancing. Straight men beware!

I would do a write-up about this movie, but the boys at Tom and Lorenzo nailed it so perfectly, I couldn't even possibly compete. Truly, it will make your day.

Wishing I had Vera-Ellen's legs,

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

tis the season...#24

24.  The Family Stone

The cast alone makes this movie worth watching.  Sarah Jessica Parker plays the up-tight (who knew?) fiancee of the palpably hot Dermot Mulroney and his lip scar (I don't know why it's so hot, but it is).  He takes her home to meet his very liberal, laid back family which consists of a stoner brother, a deaf gay brother, a knocked up sister, and a bratty Rachel McAdams. SJP is hated instantly so she calls her sister Claire Danes to come help her.  I never quite understood why SJP did this, but dramatics ensue. Please note that this is not a funny, feel-good movie but none-the-less, I like it.

Monday, November 21, 2011

tis the season

Since everyone and their mother is doing a "countdown to Christmas", I thought I would too with one of my favorite parts of Christmas...Christmas movies. It's the whole reason I got dvr. True story.  Personally, I think of myself as a christmas movie aficionado and so for the next 25 days I will share my genius with you. Think of it as an early xmas present. You're welcome.

25. Claymation Christmas

I'll get the hokey movie out of the way first. But just because it's hokey does not mean it should be over looked.

This actually is a group of short stories and songs all done with Claymation.  I have no idea where I actually saw this - probably on CBS when I was a tiny babe - but I was hooked. And should I even mention the best part?

California. MFing. Raisins.

Don't even tell me you didn't collect them in the happy meals cause I just won't believe it. And when they sing "Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer", if you don't groove just a little, then you are dead inside.

You can get the jist watching this clip. However, it was shown in an episode of Beavis and Butthead. Does this make it less cool? Absolutely not.

24 more to go.

Ho, Ho, Ho

Friday, November 18, 2011

now THIS is a protest I can get behind.

The backlash against Bradley Cooper being voted as Sexiest Man Alive is starting to get ugly! Even George Clooney thinks Ryan was robbed.

There are now petitions all over the internet to right the wrong that People magazine made this week naming the totally-adorable-yet-not-quite-"sexy" BC instead of Ryan Gosling.  I have to say that after watching "crazy, stupid, love" this weekend, I am now a confirmed RG fan.

Take a look at these websites to be a RG convert.

Bunny Gosling

Thursday, November 17, 2011

I'm so over it.

I'm sorry, but it's finally boiled over and I am angry.

Protesting is as American as apple pie...if that apple pie is covered in hippies. But seriously - that's what makes America so great.  Freedom. Free speech. Freedom of the press. The fact that you can say anything without persecution. It truly is an awesome thing and I think that people forget that.

BUT there is a difference between a peaceful, meaningful protest and being fucking obnoxious.  You operation wall street people have passed from peaceful to mind-boggling ridiculous.  First, please take a shower. I can't even deal with you if you smell like a garbage can.  No one can take you seriously if you look like Pigpen from Snoopy. Second, please come up with a plan. A cohesive plan which every group follows. Maybe even include a kit with talking points and a colorful, cheery tent. While I kind of understand why you are upset, your message is not clear. You have multiple ows protests happening and yet its only 1 person in the group saying or doing any of the talking. The other 299 just smell (see #1). Third, I know you are here just visit, but I wouldn't come into your cardboard box or ugly tent and make a mess and disrupt traffic.  While you might not think this is a big deal, talk to someone who sat for 45 fucking minutes the other morning for nothing more than rain. RAIN. When a city like DC, who has the worst traffic in the United States, has a major road blocked during rush hour, the whole city suffers and makes people angry.

Prime example - today's fundraiser for Sen. Shelby at a upscale restaurant in DC.  A group of ows people were outside protesting, screaming things at the lobbyists who attend. FINE. Obnoxious, not really the time or place, but ok. However, when they bum rushed thru the restaurant and entered the private room screaming at Shelby that he was the 1%, that is not okay. Number one, you should have never gotten past the maitre d.  Second, once you got past reception, you should have stopped for some delicious crab cakes at $18 a pop. Third, get your facts straight. Shelby makes $175k a year. Yes - while that could be considered a lot (and it is) and he does have stock and real estate, I wouldn't classify him as the 1%. You have to remember that with that money, he has to fly back and forth to Alabama every weekend and have two residences. Boo hoo, cry me a river, I know. But you have to see both sides of the argument.

Wouldn't it be more productive to protest outside Treasury or IRS or the Federal Reserve or the White House?  I know that Congress is the root of all evil, but poor, sweet little Shelby? I don't think so.

My parents raised me to not cry about what I did not have, but to fight for what I want and to remember that I was very lucky to have the things I did. I got a job, became a contributing member of society, and even though it pains me to tears, I pay taxes. I am sorry that you feel that you pay too much and the rich pay too little. Does something need to change if the person making $25 million is paying the same as someone making far less - absolutely. How do you change that? I have no idea, but holding up traffic and attacking Senators is not the way to do it.

I will now get off my soap box. Thank you for listening.


Wednesday, November 16, 2011

um...bradley cooper?

I know you all went to sleep last night with visions of hot men dancing in your head. How could you not? It was the night before People's sexiest man alive. 

And who did People pick out of all the thousands of hunky mens out there...Bradley Cooper.  Here's the thing, I love me some BC - I really do. But to give him the title of "sexiest man alive"? I think its a bit of an over reach (sorry ESH).

The top 10 are a bit of a mess - you have Ryan Gossling (who barely made the top ten, which is sacrilegious), Chris Evans, Tim McGraw (whaaaa?), Stringer Bell (ok, I'll give you that one), Miley Cyrus' ex boyfriend Liam Helmsworth, Justin Theroux (again...whaaa?), Drago from Game of Thrones, and Joel McHale (ummmm). 
But you want to know who made the list a #7? Ladies and gentlemen it's MR. JOSH MFING CHARLES. Yay! You want to know how they celebrated his sexiness? But using the ugliest photo of him I have ever seen. You can bet this award will go to his head. How could it not. People has spoken.



Tuesday, November 15, 2011

murder. death. kill.

I know I'm getting lazy and sporadic with the posts, but homegirl is busy.  In the meantime, go have dirty sex with someone (consensually!) and listen to this song.

Monday, November 14, 2011


The Hunger Games trailer is out!  Originally, I was concerned about the casting but I have to say I am plesantly suprised. Peeta is adorable...sigh.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

she wore a raspberry beret

I bet you sure are tired from that H&M Versace launch party last night. Oh you didn't go? Yeah me neither, but I swear we were the only ones. Let me run through the guest list: Blake Lively, Jennifer Hudson, Mark Ronson (in an adorable pepto-pink suit), Ke$ha (looking more cracked out then usual), Chloe Moretz, Uma Thurman, Nikki Minaj, Jessica Alba, Selma Blair, Alan Cumming, Coco Rocha and mother effing Oprah. Prince was the after show entertainment.

The clothes were ehhh...very Euro Versace and I personally won't run out to buy any of it, but the best part of the event? Knowing that Donatella Versace, all 78 pounds of her, has cankles. You're welcome america.


Tuesday, November 8, 2011

it has recently come to my attention

Good it Friday yet? My boss is out of the country so you would think I could just slack off, take a 2 hour lunch every day, and leave early, but nooooo. The hell that is the holiday party has ended up in my lap and is certain to make me crazy or kill me.  Place your bets now.

Just a couple things I'd like to bring to your attention...

* Congratulations to New Girl for completing her very first marathon! Personally, I don't know why in the hell you would chose to run 26.2 miles....or what you think about for 5 hours except the extreme agony you are feeling. But anyhow - kudos! It lessens the pain a bit of you running five miles at 5am with Baby the a secluded location. Actually, not really...not even a little.

* It's now an epidemic.  This weekend marked the SEVENTH engagement of someone I know since September.  Seventh. While I couldn't be happier for all of you people, this shit has got to stop. It just has to.  At least until January. So if you get engaged before January 1, 2012 - congratulations - but do me a favor and don't tell me. Umk? Thanks.


Friday, November 4, 2011

tout est merde excepte vous amour

Tennis in Paris is about to return and me being well me, I had to call comcast to see about getting the tennis channel. Espn's coverage is just pure shit. So while contemplating adding another channel and another time waster, Rafa pulled out of Paris (sounds so dirty, doesn't it?!).

Thanks for saving me the $10, I guess? As much as I love Djokovic and Hot Jesus (Feliciano Lopez...or as Federer's mom calls him "Deliciano Lopez"), I'll just catch the replays. Thanks for destroying my week, pretend bff.


Oh man...

I missed Lagerfeld Thursday again. I'm still not feeling very well (must be the bird flu) and planning for our bananas holiday party really had me busy yesterday.

Somehow, inexplicably, I missed the new Karl product....a makeup line.  Seriously, you guys. I'm almost over saturated with Karl. Almost.
I don't even wear any of these eye colors, but I would if it were Karl eyeshadow. The other goodies in this collection:
A Karl doll...just what my little heart always wanted.
A Karl snowglobe...because you know THAT goes with cosmetics.

Karl nail polish in black and gold.
So I got really excited about these new products and went to add them to my christmas list only to discover they are only available in Europe and Singapore. Um...what? Note: Jacques and Thao - be a dear and run to the nearest Sephora in Paris and pick me up one pretty please. And I'm still jonesing for the "Karlidescope" perfume. Because everyone wants to smell like Karl....I bet its like a field of roses.

I really need a new pair of chanel sunglasses

Yesterday was Vogue editor Anna Wintour's birthday. The hilarious people at Fashionista did an amazing collage of Anna in her signature glasses.  There are 62 photos to be exact...the same age Anna turned yesterday...and Fashionista put that in print. On their website.  Anna will probably have them not only killed, but probably removed from the web.  It was nice knowing you.


Wednesday, November 2, 2011

I'm always right

Do you remember the time...July 8th to be specific...when I wanted to play the fashion game of who would wear which Valentino dress?  If not, let me refresh your memory.  I said, "This one screams Anne Hathaway...maybe Emma Watson".

Well all-be-damned ya'll....lookie here.  It really does make me feel superior to always be right.

There is something about her nose and her always ruby red lips that just make me want to punch her. Does anyone else have that reaction? The only thing I've remotely liked her in was 'the devil wears prada' but that was for the clothes and Meryl's amazing Anna impersonation.

a present for everyone

I've said it before and I'll say it again - the people at Hermes are just so damn thoughtful.  Always sending me emails reminding me of what I want but can't afford. In today's email, a new line of Hermes is being introduced. It's called "Petit H".  I originally thought it was for more economical shoppers, but I think I was incorrect.  You see, they have put thought into Christmas for the I-have-everything-person.  Because, dollars to doughnuts, the person who has everything does not have this:

Now that I've seen this, how the hell am I going to drink my starbuck's gingerbread latte without one? Use one of their recycled cardboard holders? Like I'm common? I don't think so. If I don't get at least 15 for christmas I will be so upset. And I will need 15 because I can't be seen with the same cozy twice in the same week. You've been put on notice.

PS - If you are already on the Hermes website, then you should also pick this scarf up for me.  Its the only graffti that I deem appropriate.

Hermès X Kongo Graff carré, 2011


Tuesday, November 1, 2011