Twin Fever

I have posted before about twins. I adore them. They fascinate me and I love the concept of identical twins! I embarrass myself generally when I see baby/toddler twins!
Anyways, with that said, what the HELL is going on with Hollywood?
Seriously!!!

It's like Twin Fever at the moment.

Let's count the parents who have twins: Julia Roberts and Danny Moder, Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony, Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt, Maria Cross and her husband, Dixie Chick Martie Macguire, Geena Davis and her husband, Patrick Dempsey and his wife, Dennis Quaid and his wife.
Those are the ones I know of.

Last week there was news that Rebecca Romijn and Jerry O'Connell are expecting twins and this morning there is news that Lisa Marie Presley is pregnant with twins.
WTF?

Sure, it makes sense to have two babies in one shot as an actress, celebrity etc... get it done, you know? You don't have to get your body back into shape two times, you don't have to take double the maternity leave so you're able to do more movies/TV shows/music tours etc...
I do see the perks but as far as I understand, falling pregnant with twins is not something that is extremely common. Is everyone in Hollywood on fertility treatments or maybe there's a pill on the market?
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Whatever it is, it's really really odd.

Here is the pic of Hollywoods latest twins - the luckiest kids around with an almost perfect gene pool:

Scary stuff...

Midnite Gem and Supanova mentioned that the "ghosts" in my house could be homeless people living in my ceiling. (See the previous posts comments.)

It got me thinking about how clever my man was, once upon a time.

I used to live on my own, in a tiny shoebox of a garden cottage, but it was beautiful and it was the first place I lived in when I moved out of home.

The ironic thing was that even though it was my place, I would stay over at my boyfriends house at least 5 nights a week. Ridiculous.

I decided that I should really enjoy my little cottage and decided to stay at home more often. One evening, I went over to my mans house for dinner and DVD's.

I have a love/hate relationship with horror movies. I love watching them at the time, even if I admittedly watch them through my fingers.

I hate them afterwards. I hate having to go down dark passages as my mind just plays tricks on me. I'm always convinced something hideous, gooey and blood sucking is going to be waiting for me behind doors or in closets.

We watched the Grudge. Now some people may think it was pathetic, but I screamed in Scream, so please understand that I am the biggest baby when it comes to Horrors.

That horrible sound the white faced child made was awful and so when it was time for me to go home, he followed me to make sure I got home safely etc etc (South Africa, people.)

My phone started ringing and it showed up as private number. I answered and all I heard was that horrible sound the white faced child made, followed by my man's laugh.

"Stooppp it!!! You're so mean!!" I put the phone down. He had given me such a fright.

He phoned again.

"What?" I spat out.

"Look behind you...in your back seat!" he whispered.

I nearly drove off the road at this point. I have one of those easy-to-scare personalities and I'm a jumpy person, just to make matters worse.

I was so freaked out that when I got home, I made him check my cottage, under the bed, behind the shower curtain and inside my closet.

As he got into his car, he said this: "You know, baby, I've looked in your closet, but I don't really know what your shoes look like. Your shoes could be neatly stacked there with your clothes hanging up and someone could be standing there. Their shoes could just look like a pair of your trainers."

I slept over at him that night.

See why I say he's clever?

Bugger.

I got to meet the Counting Crows today. They're awesome.

I'm looking forward to the weekend. I'm spring cleaning in winter and I'm celebrating birthdays and drinking champagne. Yay!

Have a great weekend!! x

Gossip

I have written a few things...some things that got on my nerves today and then I deleted the lot. I started writing this post again and started talking about the fact that my man and I fought over absolutely nothing at all. We got all heated and horrible over nothing. I still don't know what we were fighting about or how it even started and then I deleted that too. This is my third attempt.

I wonder if I'm having writers block... I am on my 111 post ...this will be 112. Maybe the Cricket superstition of the Unlucky Nelson (111) applies for blogs too.
Maybe.

If you're not really a "writer", are you allowed to have writer's block? Maybe I am a writer...I write my blog (addictively) every day. I am also writing a novel. Don't laugh.

I've received quite a few emails from people asking me to dish the dirt on our South African "celebrities".
Um...ok...as fun as that could be, the industry is REALLY REALLY SMALL. Yes, my blog is anonymous, but imagine if I had to ever be discovered! Awesome, right?
No.

I can tell you though it's a crazy industry, this entertainment industry. Let me dish some of the worst, because let's face it...the good, glamourous stuff just sounds a bit show offy. Don't deny it.

I have been at parties where CD covers have been passed around with small mounds of cocaine on them as if they were just drinks being passed around on a tray.
I know a few A listers who swing...no, not on playgrounds. These couples swing with each other.
It makes Brooke from the Bold and the Beautiful seem like Mother Theresa's cousin.
I know a few couples who are married but have decided and discussed with each other, that if fans come along (cute/sexy fans) they are allowed to bed them.
Some models are actually divine...they are not your sterotypical dumb models, they are down to earth and lovely, worldly girls. Most models are the most insecure people around. Honestly.
Everyone says they "don't care whether they get publicity or not." Liars.
It's all dependant on the intention and attitude you see. Media whores are the biggest liars as they're the ones who will go on and on about how they "don't care if they get publicity or not."
It's also a catch 22. If you don't get some publicity and a bit of a name for yourself, people/companies won't know who you are and won't necessarily book you for events.
The industry is fickle, you see?
Oh and you may think celebs earn a shit load of cash. Some of the biggest names do, but it's not what you think...you'd be very surprised and your pay check wouldn't seem so bad!

So there...that's a little bit of the entertainment industry...just an average day at the "office."

Wannabe's!

I'm going to vent*. I can and I will. If you don't feel like reading the bitching, don't read any further.

I am really sick of girls who want to be celebrities in this country, SA. I have had enough of pretty girls believing the world owes them something. Their manipulation is unbelievable. The scary thing, it seems to work too. When did this become OK?
Being a celebrity is a privlege and generally comes from working hard and entertaining the masses, yes in the public eye. Actors, radio presenters, TV presenters, singers and musicians, sportsmen/women and top models are known to be celebrities.
Being a celebrity also does not give you the right to immediately assume you are any better than anyone else and diva attitudes stink.
I don't even know if celebrity is the right word for South Africa...perhaps public personalities is a better word.

I have absolutely had enough of these beautiful girls desperately wanting to be famous because they have done a bit of modelling and believe they deserve to be a top model with the "Lee-ann Liebenberg status".
While your self confidence is commendable, you actually need to work at it, instead of harrassing the different media houses and magazines to feature an article on who you are, what your favourite colour is and what your favourite position is. If you are doing something (work wise) that is worthy of recognition...then by all means, but most of these girls want to be FAMOUS and won't and don't care what for.
It is not cute, it is not amusing and it is time consuming.
These girls are manipulative, they make friends with influential people trying to get higher on the fame ladder and will stop at nothing to stab you in the back to get what they want.
It has really gotten bad.
Hard work and talent should get you to the top and that is the message that should be sent out.
Instead, the magazines are getting really annoyed at the constant emails under pseudonyms and their actual name that they eventually buckle just to rid themselves of these girls for a few months. Wrong message. These girls then feel that it works and go on to the next magazine.
Nothing ever comes from it, so they start at the beginning again.

It is irritating for people who work their asses off, who do things ethically and morally correct, who don't back stab; finish last. I think the saying: Good guys/gals always finish last... is true but it SUCKS!
It shouldn't be that way and it isn't right.

I probably sound bitter but I can absolutely assure you it's not a bitterness thing at all, it's a vent that the business world shouldn't work this way! Success should be measured by your hard work, not from harrassment, being a diva and believing you're so much better than anyone else.
Don't abuse a privlege you've been awarded...being in the public eye is hard work and my personal feeling is that...I would like people to acknowledge or recognise me because they appreciate my work and what I stand for... not for being in a magazine getting my nails done.
In a perfect world, I guess!

*I don't expect to be judged on this either. It is my opinion and it fucks me off, in a big way!