It Must Be Love...

...Because I've divulged my affinity for Britney Spears.

(For the record, the result was an alternative lyric to Til the World Ends, "I'm a dirty dirty dirty whore.")

Hotness

I thought I couldn't love Jakey G anymore.

I was wrong.



Seriously. Why couldn't I be at that party dancing silly with him? Bitches.

Calvin Klein...THANK YOU.

Possibly NSFW, but very, very safe for the bedroom. Or kitchen. Or wherever you have a moment alone.

That would be tennis hottie, Fernando Verdasco (who isn't as hot as Rafa, but is Spanish so I'll take it), Mehcad Brooks (from True Blood and other stuff I haven't seen), Kellan Lutz (from Twilight, and the new 90210), and Hidetoshi Nakata (former Japanese soccer player.

no.words.

Yeah, I totally dropped the ball on the Olympics. Whoops. Let's not dwell on that, shall we? (Hope to do semi-recap post this weekend, so fret not. Like any of you are out there fretting besides spam commenters, but whatevs.)

Let's enjoy Shakira's new video for "Gypsy" starring my boyfriend, Rafa, looking hotter-than-anyone-ever-in-the-entire-universe-oh-my-god-i-need-a-cold-shower.

This blog pretty well sums it up.

Shakira, you are my hero. (PS Glad you got the memo that my favorite outfit of all time on any man is t-shirt in jeans and/or no shirt and jeans. Again...HERO.)

Werewolves Rock

I awake from my unintentional blogging winter hibernation to bring you this, a pretty cute Saturday Night Live skit featuring New Moon hottie Taylor Lautner:

I heart hoodies.

Yeah, I'm up late again. Watched Evil Dead and Evil Dead II at movie night, drank sangria, and ate brownies. Zombies + caffeine = will never sleep.

In effort to chase the mental images of the movies away, I'm posting this Nike interview. I've always had a thing for hoodies, and this just might be a teeny slice of my heaven.

The U.S. Open

Today was completely shitty at work, but enough about that. Let's talk about the US Open, shall we? Thursday night I catch a plane to NYC to see two of my favorite people in the whole world: Am and Rafa.

When the draw first came out, I was sad because it looked like Rafa's playing days would fall on Thurs/Sat/Monday. I have tickets for Fri - Day & Night, Sat - Night, and Sun - Night. Thus, based on Rafa's projected schedule, I had only a small chance of already having tickets and would have to move to Plan B to see his match if luck wasn't on my side.

Well, as luck would have it, Rafa doesn't play his first round match until tomorrow. If it follows that he plays every other day, he should play Wed/Fri/Sun. And if the tournament schedulers know what the fuck they're doing (i.e. sexy on the main court a la Wimbledon), he'll be playing the main court, Arthur Ashe Stadium on days he plays. My odds aren't 100% yet, but fingers and toes crossed, I will get to see him at least once...potentially twice. Excitement cannot be expressed with a million !!!!!!

Everything else is gravy. And by "everything else" I mean seeing this shirtless goodness in person:








Vid posted by Nadal News

God Loves Me

Who needs a real boyfriend when her fake boyfriend looks like this?

Oh how I've missed tennis with Rafa in the mix. Welcome back, boo, and kick ass next week in Montreal.

Pic via Forty Deuce.

UPDATE: Well, shit. Apparently there won't be much ass-kicking for Rafa, except on the receiving end, in the near future. Report from his Montreal practice essentially says he's back, but he sucks at the moment. Apparently two months off will do that to a tennis player. But let's concentrate on the positives. Like his stomach. 

Where's the Beef(cake)?

Must. Have. One. Immediately.

Lately...

...I've had the strangest feelin' with no vivid reason to here to find. But yet the thought of losing you's been hangin' 'round my mind...."  Sorry. That's a habit I haven't been able to drop since high school - anytime someone starts off with the word "Lately" I break into Jodeci/Stevie Wonder.



I digress.**

A bullet list of things I've done "lately":

* Braves game! The Braves may be my latest sports obsession. It was so. much. fun. I haven't watched the Braves in awhile, but now I've totally memorized the lineup and have been keeping tabs on the score. If only I had cable.

* Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band. Aaaahh. There are no words. As it turns out, there are apparently no youtube videos or flickr photos either. Yet. Don't be sad. I'll find some for us soon.

* New record of driving home - 7.75 hours! The only problem is that this record is nearly untouchable yet everytime I drive I'll be kicking myself if I don't beat or match it. Sometimes awesomeness can be too awesome.

* Yoga at Athens Healing Arts Centre. I'm so in love with their Mon/Wed night power yoga class. The teacher is incredible, one of my very favoritist. Her class is challenging but she also does a remarkable job of the spiritual aspect of yoga practice as well. I'd seriously consider moving home just to take her class. No joke.

* Ate half a thin crust pizza and half a slice of birthday cake. Now, before you go all judgmental on me, let me tell you what I'd eaten previously today: 1) bowl of Cheerios for breakfast; 2) handful of Goldfish; 3) 6 inch veggie sub from Subway.  Plus, did you see above where I drove home in record time?! Then I walked the dog for 45 minutes. That shit will wipe a girl out. Tasted good, too. I *almost* don't feel guilty (I mean come one, it's thin crust).

**But since we're on the subject, how come there are no more R&B groups like there used to be? Boyz II Men, Bel Biv Devoe, Jodeci, and my personal favorite, K-Ci and JoJo.

Return of Rafa

Rafa and I have both been out for awhile.  He with a knee injury, me with no motivation to blog.  Now that he has announced his birthday present to me - returning to competition in Montreal on August 8th -  it is only apropos that my return to blogging feature my fantasy boyfriend.

I have deemed this picture the hottest clothes-on photo of Rafa of all time. Seriously.

The jacket. The white t-shirt. The jeans. The motorcycle. It's all so badass-y. And you all know how much I love the bad boys. You can read more about Rafa's motorcycle fetish over at Nadal News, from whence this picture was borrowed. (You should really click on the picutre to get the giant view of Rafa and his bike because this tiny picture doesn't do it justice.)

Positivity

Watching The O.C. Season 2 on DVD. It is fantasamagoric. Yes. Fantasmagoric. Right now, it is practically the only thing that is pure, effortless happiness that doesn't give me a hangover. I am not lying to you when I say that I wish Seth Cohen was a real person.

Go out and watch it! Season 1 is ok, but Season 2 is great.

Other happy news - there are bunnies everywhere! Of course, this morning I saw a baby bunny in a neighbor's yard while walking the dog only to see same bunny as roadkill 1 hour later on the way to work. I know. I almost cried right then and there except I had to be in court and mascara running down my face is not cool for clients or judges. Now that I think about it, the very first time I cried myself to sleep was when my mom accidentally hit a rabbit on the way home from my grandparents' house in second grade. I vividly remember her telling me the rabbit *might* be ok because he hopped away, but still wondering if his leg was broken or something equally horrible.

Anyway, there are lots of bunnies, well, I hope there are lots and not just the same one I see everywhere that is now dead. Oh shit. Ok. Will think positive thoughts, positive thoughts about living, breathing baby bunnies!

New Favorite Singer

Fucking priceless.



Did you see those hips shake? Did you see the COWBOY move? DID YOU, Megan?

Just when I think I have all the love I can possibly have for him, I find more awesome.

5 for Rafa

This is one of the coolest ideas ever. The team behind Rafael Nadal has created a campaign for fans to encourage their favorite tenista onto a record-breaking fifth straight French Open win. The gimmick? Write a 5 word sentence or 5 letter word on your hand, film it, post it.

I was trying to do an acrostic with VAMOS with each word containing 5 letters. I got Valor, Ardor, Mirth, and then got stuck and went to sleep only to wake up and realize Valor was the only good one. At any rate, I think I've abandoned this idea and now am trying to come up with something better. After all, this chick in Manchester, England already posted something similar, and let's be honest, hers is pretty damn good.



Suggestions? I don't think "Will You Marry Me, Please?" is a keeper for this particular project, although I'm not sure that will stop me from submitting it. ; )

I'm thinking of 5 words that start with V, preferably five letters each. Why V? Because V = Roman numeral for 5 and also VAMOS! I've got Valor, Vigor, and Vamos (which will be the last one). Anybody got two more?

UPDATE: Ok, here's what I came up with. I've uploaded it to Rafa's YouTube page, but not sure when it will be "published." Likely it has to undergo some sort of review before it appears on the page. I know it's cheesy, but it's a little clever, no?

Nole For the Win?!

Oh, wait. Rafa FTW, Nole for the LOL!

Rafa wins his fourth at Rome, his third tournament in a row, making it a total of 15ish Masters Series titles, just two behind Agassi's all-time record. 30 match win streak on clay. RI-DIC-u-lous.

Novak Djokovic, aka Nole, is the only player who evens comes close to competing with Nadal on clay, and has been his finals opponent in two of the last three tournaments. Nole is known for his impressions, and this cheeky Italian woman in pants suit and - is that white tennis shoes?! - cajoled peer pressured Nole into doing a Rafa impression. Pretty funny. Probably funnier if you speak Italian and understand wtf is being said.




Psst. Don't tell Megan I posted this because she might try an intervention. I saw that episode of Party of Five, and I'm really not into it.

The Reign in Spain

2 hot Spanish "tenistas," 1 Youtube video - stick around or skip to minute 8/8.5 for some serious cuteness.

Courtesy of Babz at El Toro de Rafa

It must totally suck to be David Ferrer. He's pretty hot, has the European jock thing going for him, is excellent on clay. But then there's Rafa. Not only does he trump Ferrer in all those categories, but he's also taller. Bummer. (Let's not even discuss the trophy size disparity, which is beyond comical.)

So yeah, Rafa just won his fifth straight Barcelona Open today. Last week he won his fifth straight in Monte Carlo. Next week he'll go for number four in Rome, then after that number five at the French Open. It doesn't get much more awesome than that.

Don't believe me? His win percentage since 2005 is 97.2% on clay. 97.2%. Are any of you so phenomenal at your job that you kick ass 97% of the time you work? No. No you're not. He is a god.

Because I'm Probably Drunk Right Now

I flove this video of Rafa from the quarter-finals of the Australian Open. Seriously. So. Fucking. Cute. I'm sorry. I'm sorry to all of you. Can. Not. Control. It.



Because I was too drunk to give proper credit when I originally posted, this comes from nadalnews.

Can.not. Resist.

Look, I've been watching and reading a ridiculous amount of tennis and have been pretty good about not posting pictures of Rafa all things considered.

But I love these two photos from his quaterfinal loss to Juan Martin Del Potro in Miami this past week. I would be remiss if I didn't post them. See more at miri's always awesome site.

Hell, let's make this a Caption This Contest. So many things he could be thinking...especially if you look at these in sequence.

Ok, now I'm off to work on my goals. I had to watch Andy Murry beat Novak Djokovic in the Sony Ericsson Final first. Love me some Andy Murray (probably my #2 behind Rafa), and Novak is usually entertaining as well. Also loving Andy Roddick these days even though he's sort of a dick. His new attitude is refreshing and he always tells it like it is. I like that. Plus, with Fed sounding more and more pompous every day, I was really rooting for Roddick to beat him the other day. Ok. Enough. I get it.

Rafa's New 'Do

I know, I know. I've missed Rafael Nadal on the blog as well.  He has just beaten Andy Roddick to advance to the finals of the BNP Paribas Open out in California. One would think, being that he is the number one tennis player in the world, one could find an abundance of photos, videos, and interviews with him from the tournament.  Apparently, that is not so. 

Below is a video after the match which advanced him to the semi-finals; he had beaten Juan Martin del Potro.  You may notice his hair is a bit shorter - not by much, but enough for a crazy person to discern.  He seems tired, and he looks sunburned, but just close your eyes and take in the lovely accent.

Rafa smells good.