Saturday, February 25, 2006

Weekend eye candy...

Vanessa here...

Dude, I can't get enough of the Olympics. I have been eating up the coverage like a chocolate sundae. And it's not just an American thing for me. Sure, I get happy when I see my country do well, but to me, the Olympics are about the athletes and not so much the country and the achievement from all the training and hours on perfecting your sport.

One of the greatest moments for me from the Olympics so far was seeing the Italian cross-country team win the team gold medal. Man, the crowd went ape-shit...and they should have.

So, my weekend eye candy is one of the Italian cross-country skiers...Pietro Piller Cottrer. How cute is he?



Hang loose and have a great weekend!
Double Vee

Friday, February 24, 2006

Incapacitated...

Vanessa here...

Crawling over to the computer to post something so you won't like totally abandon me forever and ever for not posting.

You see, William and I were out for groceries two nights ago and were hurrying home to see the ladies figure skating short program (he loves Sasha Cohen...he's sooooo gay!) and we weren't looking where we were going (okay I wasn't looking where I was going) and I slipped on a small patch of black ice and landed flat on my ass. Well, my assy-back area, actually. Man, it hurts!

So, I've been laid up on the couch for a couple of days alternating heat and ice (ain't fun to wear ice this time of year) and chowing down Flexiril for the pain.

I'm such a Grace. I'm constantly running into things or not making a wide enough curve as I go through a doorway. There's always a bruise on me and I'm just the biggest klutz. I mean, Lucy and Ethel have nothing on me in the way of prat falls. Maybe that's why Griz and I get along so well because she's an even bigger Grace. I mean, she is the poster child for "Shit Happens."

Mainly I feel stupid for falling. The older you get, the less you're going to bounce. I'm totally going to be one of those 85 year old ladies with the walker from having fallen and broken my hip. I'll have to wear one of those emergency alert thingies or have a clapper or something. I know it as sure as I'm sitting here. It. Will. Happen.

So, you know what I'll be doing this weekend. Just hanging on the couch, holding it down. I hope the Flexiril don't run out.

I need to feel better 'cause Griz and I are going down to New York City next weekend...whooohooo!! That should be fun!

Until then, hang loose,
Double Vee

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

It's a head scratcher...

Vanessa here...

Excuse my absence as of late. I took a long weekend down at the parentage in DC for the holiday weekend. As usual, they fed me too much and complained about how I live so far away and when will I be moving back home. Guess they never heard that thing about throwing the baby birds out of the nest?

Anyway...so, I'm on the T this morning, like every morning, and I'm scratching my head over the advertisements and messaging on the MBTA. I'm wondering the demographics of my fellow T riders. Over there is an add for brain tests as Harvard Medical school -- like, come in and let us pay you to probe your brain kind of thing. Brigham and Womens is searching for women 18-34 who have anxiety and hot flashes. Some other hospital is looking for participants in an IBS study.

Ewww....so, let me get this straigh...my fellow passengers must all be mentally challenged, menopausal with irritable bowel? Stop this crazy thing, I want off!

Then, the train driver comes on and starts telling people, "Please take all of your belongings when you leave the train...purse, briefcase, luggage, bags, newspapers, coffee cups..." Are people honestly that stupid that they have to be told to take their things with them? Wouldn't I love to see the lost and found of the MBTA!

I look around me and people seem...normal enough. They're just commuters like me. Schmucks just trying to get to work and earn a dime. But now I'm looking at them all differently wondering who has what deep-seeded medical or mental problem. You just never know...

So, if you're looking for some extra scratch, take a ride on the Red Line and see what all they're offering in terms of medical experimentation. There's something for everyone!

Hang loose,
Double Vee

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Weekend eye candy...

Vanessa here...

So, I've been watching all these shows about Fashion Week. Wow...Fall collections look awesome. Maybe I'll get a raise and can afford something cute and designer.

Well, saw this guy in one of the shows. His name is Daniel S. Nice abs, eh?



Hang loose,
Double Vee

Thursday, February 16, 2006

When bored tourists take pictures...

Vanessa here...

Instead of boring you with follies of my life, I thought I'd share these pictures with you that got e-mailed to me today. Don't you just love how creative people are?

Enjoy and hang loose,
Double Vee

















Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Project Runway Night...

Vanessa here...

Are you ready? Are you ready for 10 p.m.? Come on, I know I've sucked a bunch of you into my world.

Quite frankly, I'm still in horrified shock that Nick was "out" last week. It's just wrong on so many levels. So, that leaves us with Chloe, Daniel, Kara and Santino (insert appropriate eye roll here) as the Final Four headed to Fashion Week.

You know how they do it, right? They send all four so people won't know who the real top three are. One is a decoy. So who is it? We know Daniel and Chloe are in...of course. So, it's either Kara or Santino.

A huge part of me hopes it's Santino only because he's such a cocky, royal pain in the ass. But Kara, as nice as she is, just doesn't do anything for me.

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If you can't wait two weeks and want to see the work of the four designers, click here to get a slideshow of all the Project Runway. And this is much better than Getty Images 'cause there aren't all of those annoying water marks.

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So, who's in? Who's out?

I'm gonna say...

Kara.



Why? 'Cause Santino is a DRAMA QUEEN and he makes for good television. The longer he's on, the more drama there is and the more the audience gets out of it. Not me, I just want to stab his eyes out with a pair of pinking shears!!!!



What do you think?

Oh, and before I close out...Huge Congrats to Rufus the Colored Bull Terrier for winning the Westminster Dog Show.


Isn't he a cutie?

Hang loose,
Double Vee

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Valentine's for one...

Vanessa here...

All alone on the night belonging to lovers. But you know what? I'm okay with it. I'm totally fine with it. I admit, it was hard to be one of the only girls at work who didn't have a vase full of long-stem roses on her desk. However, when I got home tonight, my parents had sent me a plant...so that counts, eh?

William went out to dinner with his new boyfriend and that left me here all by myself. Again...I'm fine with it. You know what I did? I took a long, hot shower and did a deep conditioner. Then, I gave myself a facial. Plucked, tweezed, exfoliated, debilitated and all those wonderful girly things. I soaked my feet and gave myself a manicure. And then, when that was all done...I made myself a kick-ass meal. Check it out...

Lobster Thermador with grilled asparagus and chateau potatoes...



Honestly...I made it! Doesn't it look great? You should have tasted it! (There are left overs. If you're cute and single, gimme a call.)

Then, I topped it off with a vanilla cake...



And yes, it's as yummy as it looks!

So, that's my Valentine's Day and I'm okay with it.

Hope you had a happy day!




Hang loose,
Double Vee

Monday, February 13, 2006

In my absence...

Vanessa here...

While I've been a blog slacker (sorry, just wicked tired, folks!), here's what all has happened in our world...

  1. Nick was eliminated from Project Runway. (Fucking travesty!)
  2. The Toronto Maple Leafs lost two games in a row to the New York Rangers.
  3. The Olympics started.
  4. I got stood up on a blind date.
  5. I gained three pounds, lost one, then gained it back.
  6. Hottie (and Smiley) got eliminated from Flavor of Love.
  7. Griz fell on the ice and broke her leg. (Grace!)
  8. I got a (small) bonus at work.
  9. My mother started a spinning class.
  10. I found a $10 bill on the train.
  11. Fashion Week ended.
  12. I colored my hair.
  13. I got a new pair of jeans (Sevens off eBay...score!)
  14. The cute Bomb Squad Guy on Grey's Anatomy was evaporated by the bomb in the OR.
  15. We had one hell of a mo' fo-ing snow storm here in Boston. Brrrrrrrrr...

So, what's been going on with you? Did you miss me?

Hang loose,
Double Vee

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

You make the call...

Vanessa here...

Okay...we've got three more hours until tonight's episode of Project Runway. I'm seriously considering taking a nap so I'll be wide awake for it! We have five (5) contestants left and Bravo's promo promises: "and in the end, one of your favorites will hear 'Auf Wiedersehen.'"

Let's review who's left...

Judging favorite...Daniel V. Danny, Dan...the Danmeister...



Dan has won four (4) challenges and continues to wow the judges. I like what he does. It's really creative and fun, but do I think he should win? Not necessarily. Do I think he will? Probably so. Why? Well, 'cause the prize is a mentorship with Banana Republic. See, last year, Jay McCarroll turned it down because there were too many strings attached. But I figure someone like Daniel Vosovic, straight out of design school, would be great at Banana Republic and would be totally moldable. Besides...tonight Daniel V. has amunity, so...HE'S IN.

On to Nick. Uncle Nick. The Nickster...whom I love...



Nick had me in the first episode. He's warm, affable, friendly and, oh yeah, he's one hell of a designer. Michael Kors is on crack saying that everything Nick has created has been "vulgar." I think he needs to pick up Webster's and read the definition. Nick's designs are wearable, sellable and fashionable. He really stole the cameras at the SAG Awards designing Brenda Strong's (Mary Alice's voice on Desperate Housewives) dress. The judges don't seem to like him of late, but I say Uncle Nick steps it up a notch tonight and...HE'S IN.

Chloe. Chloooooooooooeeeeeeeeee...



I have nothing against Chloe. I have nothing for Chloe. She's nice and she cried when Daniel F. got booted off. But she's a Johnny One Note to me. I mean, the only good thing about her leaf dress last week was it wasn't BLUE! I get the feeling that most everything she's designed has been safe and similar. I'd love to see Chloe step out of the box and really do something amazing and creative. She's definitely got the talent. My only knock against her is she's Texan...and well, I don't like Texans. (My apologies to anyone from TX who reads my blog...I had a bad experience with some Texans and it jaded me.) However, the judges love her and she seems to be the Kara Saun of this season so...SHE'S IN.

Kara. Nice, sweet, boring Kara. Totally unmemorable, hanger-oner Kara...



Kara's really nice and if you read Nick's blog, you'll see that she's kept in touch with a lot of people. She's been very emotional and supportive of her fellow designers, but she just hasn't impressed me with her clothing and designs. Nothing stands out to me. Nothing is memorable. Nothing is..."wow...I've got to have that!" So, is charm keeping her in the game? And if so, isn't creativity going to have to outlast charm? It's a toss up for me...I think for tonight, she's a maybe, but...SHE'S IN.

Santino. Sannnnnntino. Czar Nicholas. Dr. Zhivago. Tim Gunn impersonator...



Santino. You know, I've had a love/hate relationship with him. He's snotty and overconfident, yet he's totally insecure and a basket case. Whenever he doesn't win, he pouts...big time. The problem, though, is this dude's got talent. And, he makes me laugh my ass off. He seems nice when they're all together and laughing and immitating Tim (by far, the highlight of this season), but when he gets onto the runway, he turns into the angry, defensive diva. I think Heidi is tired of him. She's said so in other episodes. But wouldn't it be interesting television for him to make it to Fashion Week? I just don't know if he can last anymore, so I'm going out on a limb and saying...HE'S OUT.

I'm probably wrong. We'll see in a couple of hours.

What do you think?

Hang loose,
Double Vee

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

I'm at a loss...

Vanessa here...

Well, it's February...the long, cold, dark month. It's also the month of forced love. I'm feeling a bit left out. William has a new boyfriend named Dane, and they're disgustingly cute together. Griz has a crush on someone at work, but is sort of seeing this guy who lives down in Braintree (south of Boston.) And me...well, here I sit. Just me and reality TV. It's so depressing.

And then there's this blog. The Adventures of Vanessa Virtue is a year old as of the end of January (in lieu of gifts, please send cash) and I just feel like I'm running out of steam. I don't feel like I'm amply entertaining my audience.

Am I? Come on, I'm a big girl...I can take it.

Sure, I could go on for days about the TV I watch: Project Runway, Top Model, My Name is Earl, a little sneaking of The Bachelor, Skating with Celebrities, Will & Grace, Grey's Anatomy, Everybody Hates Chris and so many other shows. But how much entertainment does that give you?

I could post quizzes like this one...or this one...or maybe even this one, but would it keep you coming back?

I could talk about my life, but right now it's quite boring. Busy at work, no boyfriend, no social life. Is that what you want to hear?

We could discuss what's going on in the world of high fashion (Fashion Week in NYC!) or entertainment (wanna talk about Super Bowl ad? Loved the magic refrigerator) or sports (what's with Wayne Gretzsky's wife placing bets?) Let's stay away from politics...I'm too polarized towards one side of the spectrum and I'd probably run some of you off.

You could check out some of my favorite blogs that I frequent like this one and this one and this is a wicked good one, too. But then I want you staying here with me and hanging out here.

I've been getting into cooking a lot, so I could share recipes for things Colorful Chicken Roulade or Polenta Bites with Caramelized Mushrooms or maybe you should try Black Magic Cake. Would you like more chatter about cooking? (Oh, and you can bet I'll be watching Bravo's Top Chef when it comes on.)

Maybe I need a break. Maybe I need a trip to Miami Beach. Or Antigua-Bermuda. Or what about a getaway at Les Sources de Caudalie getting pampered and wined up?

What do you think? How can I spice things up here without posting my pornagraphic day dreams?

So, as we age a year, let me thank you for coming back time and again to my little corner of the world. You mean a ton to me!

Hugs and hang loose,
Double Vee

Monday, February 06, 2006

I *heart* local champions...

Vanessa here...

...in a post Super Bowl (can I say that without getting sued by the NFL) haze. William and I had a bunch of people over last night, ordered a whole hell of a lot of chicken wings, served up fries, celery and enough bleu cheese to float an aircraft carrier. There was beer and wine and mixed drinks and bodies everywhere.

The thing that got me, though, were how uninterested my local (Boston native) friends were. All they could do was complain that it wasn't the Patriots in the Super Bowl this year and how that "sucked." None of them wanted to watch the game. They couldn't get into the calls, penalties, plays or first downs. It was just bitch, moaning, carping and complaining that "'da Pahhhhhts" didn't get in this year. Well, you know...sometimes shit happens and other teams get to go.

The other thing that I couldn't understand -- but finally did -- was that these people aren't football fans. They're fans of the local team. Whether that be the Red Sox, the Bruins, the Celtics or the Pats. These guys aren't fans of the game. They don't appreciate the intricacies of plotting out offensive schemes or playing the ball defensively without getting a penalty. All they care about is how they can brag and boast that their local team is the best.

And I understand that...most cities are that way, as exemplified by the many Pittsburgh fans who showed up in Detroit. So, maybe I'm the extreme. I mean, I'm a military brat and have lived all over the place. My Boston friends think going out to Newton is like crossing the Mississippi River. I suppose the Pats, Bruins, Celtics and Sox are all they've ever known in their world. But then...there are satellites and cable packages that allow you to see all sorts of teams from all over the place. Why not extend your horizons? Why just dive to the bottom and put a local team hat on and follow the rest of the lemmings to the BankNorth Garden, Fenway or Foxboro.

Honestly, it was a good thing to have two different teams in the Super Bowl this year. There are, after all, other people in other parts of this great country. Seattle had a hell of a season and that cute little Sean Alexander set records and ran his ass off. Pittsburgh was like 7-5 not long ago and dawg...they won the Super Bowl! What better story in sports is there than that? Why can't the locals appreciate that and just enjoy the sport?

It's because they're not really sports fans...they're local fans. And that's what works for them.

But me...I cheer for lots of teams because there are a lot of them out there with fantastic players that play their games at their peak. My advice to my Boston friends is to test your lengths...get out of town...buy a new piece of sportswear...enjoy the sports for all they're worth and don't torture yourself 'cause the Pats didn't go this year...and don't just cheer for Seattle 'cause their quarterback is "a local Boston boy."

Or maybe, just quit pretending and buy a t-shirt that simply reads:


Ah well...I can't change a city overnight...although I love it and call it home!

Hang loose,
Double Vee

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Let there be connectivity!

Vanessa here...

Phew...after three days without DSL service, Earthlink has finally stood up on its little hind legs and repaired whatever damage had happened. I am back on the Internet! (Didja miss me?) Apparently something happened in Cambridge and it knocked everything offline and yours truly has been going mad since Thursday night.

I never knew how much I relied on the Internet connection. I was feeling like a crack addict coming off the stuff...knowing methadone (dial-up) wouldn't work for me. I paced the room. I went and checked the router. I called Earthlink at least nine times asking them why they hadn't fixed it yet! I fidgeted. I did laundry, for Christ's sake. And had to actually go to the grocery store instead of being able to use PeaPod. I had to look a work up in Webster's 'cause I couldn't do to Dictionary.com. I was watching a movie and couldn't look up who the cute actor was on IMDb. My world was askew...knocked off its axis.

Then, this morning, William came into my room and jumped in bed with me screaming..."It's back on! It's back on!" I triumphantly jumped from the bed and we danced around the dining room (where the computer is set up) as the Internet Explorer page loaded on the screen.

Yes. I have no life. I admit it.

Sorry I missed eye candy yesterday, so I'll make up for it now. I watched Mean Girls last night. Ehhh...it was okay. Predictable. About six other themes from teen movies woven into one and starring a normal-looking Linsdey Lohan. However, it did introduce me to a new little hottie I wasn't familiar with...Jonathan Bennett. So, he's our eye candy today...



Looks like he's got an itch...maybe VV can scratch it for him?

Happy Super Bowl Sunday and GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Seahawks!!!

Hang loose,
Double Vee

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Messy Man Reappeareth...

Vanessa here...

I saw him again!

Messy Man was on the train again this morning. If you don't remember who he was, here's a reminder. Messy Man was at his finest this morning. Boston Globe askew in his lap, taking up two seats and crowding out this tiny little old Asian woman who was too polite to say anything to him. He had his coffee balanced between his knees (an accident waiting to happen) and in one of his pudgy fists, he held the world's largest blueberry muffin.



It wasn't so much that the muffin was gigamonic, it was the fact that he ate so voraciously, as if someone was going to take it away from him. He wolfed at it, spilling crumbs everywhere (particularly in his lap) and was covered in yellow doughy balls. (One even kerpluncked into his coffee.) When the train came to a quick stop, he nearly crushed the poor little Asian woman (again...too polite to say anything.)

Before he gets to his stop, he literally crambs the rest of the muffin into his mouth, puffing his cheeks out like he's Punxsutawney Phil or something.



As he's got the muffin chawing in his cheeks, he takes a fantastically huge swig of the coffee, draining the cup. The train stops and Messy Man hurridly gathers his things. Then...the bastard tosses his coffee cup under the seat, leaves the paper behind and proceeds to wipe off the crumbs (that are flying everying) and leaves most of them on the poor little Asian woman!

I swear, I heard someone hiss at him.

And...to finish things off, he burped like a newborn baby after three bottles of formula.



Just...ewwwwwwwww...

(And he has a wedding ring on, so there's a Mrs. Messy Man somewhere. How do you live with a man like this? Follow him around with a Dustbuster?! Honestly!!!)

Ahhh...life on the Red Line.

Well...that's all for now. I'll blog about Project Runway later...

Hang loose,
Double Vee

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Random Acts of Kindness...

Vanessa here...

I've been tagged through e-mail by a work friend to commit a "random act of kindness."
Be randomly kind. And tell me about it. Hold open a door for someone behind you, and give them a smile as you leave. Pay for the meal of the person behind you at the drive thru. Pop an extra quarter in the parking meter of someone almost out of time. Share your umbrella with a stranger while walking in the rain. Send flowers to a person you don't know well (or at all) and put a note like "I hope you have a nice day. This has been a random act of kindness." Take a bag of chocolate with you to the post office, and leave it and a note with the worker behind the counter. There's as many ways to be randomly kind as there are moments in the day - I challenge you to find one.

Today, I gave $2 to a homeless man who held the door open for me at Starbuck's. He complimented my hair and my smile and said "God Bless" to me. I also bought a Diet Coke for Griz when she was stressing out over a deadline. And, tonight, I came home and cooked dinner (this casserole I used to make in college) for William, who had to stay late for work.

So, I'm feeling pretty good.

How about you? What can you do? Consider yourself tagged. Then, come back and report in to me your good deeds. Maybe we can make the world (or at least Boston) a better place.

Hang loose,
Double Vee

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