Random Musings

I am more than a little tired of the shootings-and-murder-and-let-us-pray-ness of the last few days so I’m gonna muse on innocuous things, fun things, cute things, hot things but …

Before I do, I ask that you go HERE … the website for the US House of representatives … and find your representative and send him or her an email demanding that they stop working for the NRA and start working for We The People; demand they do something about these senseless murders, these mass shootings, these acts of home grown terrorism, or you will work as hard as you can to vote them out of office.

It’s just an email … but think what it could do …

Now … on much lighter notes …

Top Chef started up again last night and it looks like the competition will be tough this year. A lot of restaurateurs and executive chefs in the mix … and a lot of egos … and at least one, at least from watching last night, Hot Top Chef Jeremy Ford.

He’s quite good, he seems quite nice, and he’s something yummy cooking in the kitchen.

Last weekend, as we do here at Casa Bob y Carlos after Thanksgiving, we do up the house for Christmas and we decorate the tree.

But this year was different. I was not channeling Martha Stewart, Joan Crawford and Adolph Hitler as we decorated the tree, barking orders about what goes where and how.

Carlos: You weren’t so mean this year.

Bob: I’m just trying to keep quiet.

Carlos: That’s what scares me most of all.

But, what really happened was that Carlos had to run an errand and I decorated the tree by myself which is why it’s lovely and perfect and no one is allowed near it.

We also watched The Theory of Everything, about Stephen Hawking, last weekend. Great movie; Eddie Redmayne was absolutely brilliant and, to be fair, I do have a wee crush on him.

But then, right there, mid-film, comes Charlie Cox as Stephen’s wife’s., er, friend, and, well, Mister Cox … hehe, I said cox … is just delicious.

A quick Google search proved he’s quite delicious.

So, last week we learned that Tim Tebow’s girlfriend, Olivia Culpo dumped him because Tim wouldn’t put out.

Yeah, that’s basically what happened. But, it begs the question of Ms. Culpo:

If you’re dating the World’s Most Famous Virgin then how can you be surprised that there ain’t no nookie?

Uh huh.

This week The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills started up again, and we found that Yolanda Foster is still suffering from Lyme disease. She’s been traveling the globe, taking treatments and medications that aren’t available in this country, to no avail.

And we learned that she was living alone because her husband, musician and composer, David Foster, was touring the country and working on his charity.

I thought to myself, “This marriage is over.”

And the next day, there it was, the divorce announcement. I must be psychic.

I also, while cooking last weekend, caught a little film on TV called The Boy Next Door, starring Jennifer Lopez and Ryan Guzman.

I mostly watched because I am a huge fan of Ryan Guzman’s body of work … okay, maybe just his body … the man has an ass you can bounce a quarter off of but …

I suddenly realized the film, rather than being a drama about illicit sex and a stalker was a comedy because, how else does anyone explain that Jennifer Lopez played a high school teacher.

A high school teacher of literature.

A high school teacher of literature, most specifically Homer.

I kept waiting for JLo to say she thought they meant Homer Simpson.

Actually I kept waiting for more of this ...