R.I.P., Baby Boy

"And I'll take with me the memories, to be my sunshine after the rain. It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday."

It's with sad news that I report that Baby Boy has officially died...of SIDS. Yes, the sudden infant death got him. It was a good couple of months and I especially enjoyed when he was "in the cradle" or when he was "drinking his bottle" (of scotch) at CPs. It's not to say that when he shows those pearly whites or does that cute little wink that I won't be back in head first, but for right now its time to grow up and say goodbye to the babe.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, he's been fed, burped, and put to bed.

And I'm still standing (yeah yeah yeah),
Bunny

It's just another manic monday...

Oooooh lord, children. My nerves are already shot and this week is going to be nasty. And that's even if I don't kill any of my co-workers. Stay tuned...maybe I can blog my mug shot.

Let's do a quick recap from the tell-ee-vis-zzz-on (say it french like) because it needs to be said.

Game of Thrones: You need to get your act together. Second boring episode in a row. No one even believes for a minute that the midget tried killing that kid. True story.

The Killing:
Dear The Killing,
W.T.F. Where in the world are you taking this story line? Muslims? Secret notes? Mohammad? FBI? We have now entered the DTR - define the relationship - stage. You need to tell me what your thoughts are or we might be breaking up.
XOXO,
Bunny

No, seriously let's discuss this. Did anyone really understand what happened last night? One, I hate Richmond's girlfriend. I don't get her. She's not hot and that sex scene was disturbing. And I think Richmond is a weirdo too. All that lead up about his dead wife, and we find out she was killed in a drunk driving accident? WTF.
Girl cop (as she is called around here) missed her flight AGAIN to marry her uber-creepy boyfriend. Sorry I'm not sorry. Viewers get that she is really caught up with this case to be bothered by anything, other than teaching her son some paint balling skillz, but this story line of will-she, won't-she is boring me. I also don't understand her apprehension about hot boy cop (again, official name). I think he is so funny and totes adorable, but a little hot headed. But aren't most men? She needs to back up off of him.
And the poor parents, who really deserve an emmy for their acting, are still miserably sad. I'm loving the dad, Stan, more and more. But mama Mitch needs to lock her shit up. Now she is following around the teacher? Bennett Ahmad has to be involved somehow, because if they have him in 7 episodes and he isn't remotely related, I'm not going to be happy.

Things they still need to tell us:
What's up with Mitch's sister and Jasper's father? We did see her mother bad talking her. What was that about? Commenting on her non-social social life?

There are just too many pieces in the air and I'm not sure how everything is going to be wrapped up.

Thoughts?

XOXO,
Bunz

Friday Funday

Actually, its not really a "funday" if you have to be at work. But let's take the lemons and make them into lemonade...which we will put into some sweet tea vodka. Here are some thing's I am loving this week. And while the quest is still on how to put a video into this thing, I finally figured out how to attach a link. You're welcome.

Music:
Bon Iver: His music is a melancholy symphony of tears and broken dreams. It's like my life. I'm so into it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrMmr1oMPGA

Neko Case: this song, Hold On, was on AMC's The Killing this weekend (are you watching??).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a0vk5SGmw3w

TeeVee:
I'm still really into The Killing...and I am in deep trying to figure out who the hell killed poor Rosie. But I'm caught up still with the fact that a guy running for mayor would have campaign cars. He isn't Bloomberg, so I don't understand that. Thoughts? We need some comments up in here.

Game of Thrones...which I'm almost embarrassed to admit. I blame Benihana for my nerd rage on Sunday night. I'm most caught up in the children of the corn-type story. That girl is preggers? Y'all, I didn't see that coming.

South Riding...another Sunday night show on the PBS. Its a Masterpiece Theatre production, so after Thrones I feel like I'm getting some class back into my life.

The Good Wife...holy lord, y'all. This is really heating up. If Will and Alicia don't get some kind of action though, I'm going to die. I really think Josh Charles is insanely attractive and this kind of bad guy/good guy shtick he has going just melts my black heart. But I think the real stand out this week was Alicia's husband played by Chris Noth. Wow...did you see how quick he turned on her? Saying there were 3 of them in a marriage after he'd been out banging hookers and smoking weed. I would have gone carnival freak show on him. Seriously. I would have scratched his eyes out.

Movies:
As much as I hate (and I mean HATE) Kristin Wiig, I really want to see Bridesmaids. Anyone interested in seeing with me??

Still waiting on that Firefly drink....
Bunny
XO

Happy Anniversary Bitches!

ONE whole week since I decided to start writing a blog. One. And I have to say that I've learned a lot, though I still can't upload videos (damn you youtube) and I've received a lot of critique and compliments, and to those faithful few who have been reading, thank you.

It's been a hell of a week. I know each one of you reading is doing the black girl "uuuuuhhh-huuuuun" and I'm about burned out. But then I remembered it's Thursday. And its cinco de mayo. And you know what that means??? No! Not margaritas, you drunks. It's Lagerfeld Thursday!! You need to say that loudly - almost as a scream to get the full effect.

Baby boys and baby girls, Karl is a busy man. One day in Paris, the next in NYC. He flits all around the world being fabulous and wearing the tightest pants imaginable. And he wore those pants this week to the Met Costume Gala. Now, while there have been a couple requests to comment on the blog regarding all the dresses, I really was bored with the event. I bet even Anna herself was commenting on how boring and safe everyone played the event and she'll probably have them all killed cause that's how Anna rolls y'all. I mean, HELLO! Its the damn Costume Gala. You are supposed to dress up and be amazing. The only one who actually gave a damn was sweet lil Christina Ricci - look it up, I'm to tired to post - and my MAN, Karl. Oh and that thing on his arm with the red hair....well let's just pretend that's me.

Ok Blake. I'll give it to you. That dress makes me die. Like, I died so hard they had to hunt me down, shoot me in the head, and bury me at sea, died*. Bitch looks good and she knows it. The red hair actually works for her and not many people can pull that off. But we've gotten off track.

BACK TO KARL! So, as I was saying before Blake's ass rudely interrupted me, Karl has been a busy lady. Most of you will remember my obsession last May when I wandered the streets of Paris for him, not to turn up one shred of the silver fox only to come back home to see that he is designing Diet Coke bottles and they were all over Paris.

First thing first, Karl credits the uh... diet "coke" for his 80lbs weight loss. He only ate chicken, fish and diet coke. And lets not think I didn't try to do the same thing. But about 72 hours in I was a bitchy mess. Screaming, hollering at people - more than usual. I was so hopped up on sugar that I almost designed a dress or two. Sadly, it just didn't work for me...as my bitchy ways were too much (apparently I'm already a huge bitch) and people threatened to throw me off the roof. Or roofie me. i was reallly out of it. Either way....

My boyfriend is back...and you bitches are going to be in a lot of trouble if I don't get one of these bottles. I neeeeeeeeeed Karl. And I neeeeeeed that bottle. And there might be a "reward" of some sort to the first one that finds it for me.

So the hunt is on. Don't make me have to go back on the Uncle Karl died, cause I swear it will be worse this time around.

Kisses all around,

Bunny

XO

*From Poodle, who continues to make me dead.

Tuesday Tidbits: Lady LaLa Edition

Sometimes I feel like I'm taking crazy pills. Mostly it has to do with work, but sometimes it has to do with my co-workers and the things they say. Lady LaLa, my friend, co-worker and partner in crime, never fails to drop lines that will stop you in your tracks to make sure you actually heard what she said correctly. I'm thinking about making this a bi-weekly post, as some of her stuff is just too good not to pass on.

At a party, engrossed in a conversation, she turns suddenly and gasps: "Did Nate Dogg die?" me: "uh yes" LaLa: "SHITTTT". Like the former rapper and genius lyricist of Regulator (I would also include a clip but this effing blog thing...) was a close personal friend.

Walking down Pennsylvania Avenue last night: "sigh....DC is so pretty. I really like it. I hope we don't get blown up."

Randomly overheard last week: "I don't know. Girl on girl just doesn't bother me."

XOXO,
Bunny

I took my love and I took it down...

I never have understood why the gays always flock to Cher. If you want someone who has been thru it all, bitches look no further than one Miss Stevie Nicks. She slept with every member of her band, did more drugs than a CVS, was skinny, was fat, her life played out before every one's eyes and yet she has risen thru it.
I totally want to start having parrots in all of my photos. And 80s hair.
I always thought Lindsey Buckingham was so cute. Until I saw this picture. WOOF. Did you know they were high school sweethearts? Totes adorable. Starting their first band - so young...so hippie...so drug free.

Oh honey...Patty Hurst couldn't even pull off a beret and she had money and a gun.

Now I love me some Stevie and Fleetwood Mac, but I always wish she wore some color. Perhaps a nice pastel. But no. Bitch is always in black. And I respect that...black is slimming.

So my girl Stevie has a new album dropping tomorrow, In Your Dreams, which is the reason for this post. After all this time - her ups, her downs - she's still standing. She still has her own voice. And that is a testament to good music and talent. It's also a testament to life. Yes, you can do pounds of drugs, sleep with a plethora of people, and still end up alone. But she seems happy. And there isn't a wrinkle on the bitch's 62 year old face. So the lesson Stevie leaves us with: friends, family, good music and a killer plastic surgeon are the secrets to a good life.

XOXO,

Bunny

ps- if I could figure out how to upload a video, you would see Stevie singing Dave Matthew's Crash. It will blow your mind.

Well DC is the Hollywood for ugly people

The 2011 White House Correspondent's Dinner...other wise known as the bane of my existence.
For years, and I mean YEARS, I have been dying to attend this dinner. DYING. And every year I am thrown by the wayside for some celebrity. Like the Jonas Brothers. Or Kim Kardashian. Or Justin Bieber. Or Donnatella Versace. Now I dont mind not being invited for Donnatella, as my restraining order doesnt allow me in the same...well lets say building as her. Its a long,painful story. I dont like to talk about it. Unless I'm drunk. PS - does that picture of Michele (above) make her look like a drag queen to anyone else?
While I appreciate that celebrities have their own sense of fashion, this is not really the event to showcase it. This is an event that the President attends, speaks at, and supports the people who cover him daily in press situations. Your dress should be long. It should be conservative as you are in DC - the capital of blue, black, and grey suits. ScarJo I am talking to you. This wasnt some garden party. Obviously you sleeping with nasty Sean Penn has done something to your brain. Just thinking about it makes me gag...and everyone knows I love a silver fox.
Jon Hamm. I love thee. But I have never understood your fascination with Jennifer Westfeld. Her movies suck, she is a bad actress and she cant dress. Its like the perfect storm of awfulness.
So cute...they make me sick. Stephen Moyer, why are you so wrinkled?? What the hell happened to your tux? Anna looks simple and plain like always.

Ugh. Please move to some war zone. Permanently.

Someone please tell me why Paula Abdul was invited? Did she do something this year other than take a mass amount of prescription pills? If that was the reason she got an invite, I should be invited every year.

Melania Trump is a goddess. She's one of the most beautiful women in the world and I'm totally digging her jewelry on QVC. But holy shit. The bangs are not working. Abort immediately. And tell that ass of a husband to smile once in awhile. These pictures are before the dinner, so before Obama gave him an ass whippin. Maybe he knows what's to come.

And I leave you with this delishiness...just for Lady LaLa.
XOXO,

Bunny