These 3 are my favorites from today's secrets... find more at www.postsecret.com - you're never alone ;) oxox, ninaSunday, August 29, 2010
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These 3 are my favorites from today's secrets... find more at www.postsecret.com - you're never alone ;) oxox, nina
Fuck You...
Here's Ceelo Green's new video. Pure awesomeness... (Sierra's Song by Ceelo is one of my other favorites of his. Enjoy)
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
My four gay cousins ;)
Footage of some of my people watching last night's MISS UNIVERSE PAGEANT. OK they aren't really my cousins, but they are hilarious!! GO PHILIPPINES!! (Venus Raj ended up being 4th runner up)
Monday, August 23, 2010
Mad Woman - Christina Hendricks
I love Mad Men. I'm addicted. The clothes. The plot. The dialogue. The music. The suspense. It's my Sunday night, AMC crack.
I also love the characters. Joan played by the curvy Christina Hendricks is a badass. She was recently interviewed in the August issue of Marie Claire about her must-haves and she also dishes about stuff you might not have known about her.
First of all, she's a natural BLONDE!! Whaaaaat?? Yup!! They dye her hair every other episode and she says she uses a lot of Redken Color Extend conditioner to protect her hair.
Next, she has good taste in Mascara!! She uses one that I actually love (and have blogged about before) http://ninadonlineblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/mac-zoom-lash-13.html Bad Gal by Benefit (I get mine at either Macy's or Spehora)
Lastly... her new obsession is: Haagen Daz Low-Fat Frozen Yogurt in Dulce De Leche.
She talks about a lot more in the article, but I just had to share a snippet.
I love my Ginger Joan :)
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Oh you fancy huh?
I was waiting for my iced mocha in the Starbucks drive-thru and I re-stumbled upon the Drake "Thank Me Later" CD I so adamantly hated on in previous weeks. I popped it back into the CD player and gave it a listen.
It doesn't suck. It's actually alright. Pretty good even. Especially, when I block out what Drake looks like from my mind. He just suffers from "dumbface" and I can't take him seriously. But musically it stands for itself. Wayne is a hip hop genius.
p.s. Dear Sprite, NO MORE STUPID DRAKE COMMERCIALS.
Love, Nina
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Little NBA Girl Conflicted
I still bleed purple and gold. C’mon, I was born in LA. And when I was growing up Larry Bird, Magic Johnson and Michael Jordan were untouchable. I’d never meet them, I’d never see any of their scorned exes on cable TV throwing glasses of champagne in each other’s faces, I’d never know what they did at home aside from what they might let Ahmad Rashad see on “Inside Stuff” and I’d never ever see them in the same team jersey. Ever.
You already know what I’m getting at: Wade, James and Bosh. (sidenote: I always think of Amare Stoudemire when I think of Chris Bosh because when I asked STAT who the most ‘overrated’ player in the NBA was he said: Chris Bosh. I giggled at how quickly he answered)
Part of me is PRO Wade, James, Bosh because I actually like Dwanye Wade and Lebron James. But not just that, times have changed! You can tweet your favorite player and they might even respond - with poor spelling/grammar most of the time, but still. That’s kind of cool. You can now vote for all-stars from your Blackberry. You print out game tickets from a computer in your home these days. It’s a different time now. So why not let the supertrio, megacrew, kingcobras, triplethreat, heatwave, whatever the hell they’re called just be. Let them join forces like Voltron or Transformers or something. Let them change the way I, the way we, look at competitive basketball. Let them be grown ass man who made a decision. And let the rest of us shut the fuck up because we don’t walk in their custom made endorsed shoes.
And then part of me is HELL NO Wade, James, Bosh because simply put, it just ain’t right. It just doesn’t seem right in a ‘that’s not how basketball goes down man!” kind of way. How it all went down, how they sensationalize themselves with smoke and flashing lights and a 1 hour special, how they abandoned tradition to some. How poor communication and the need to “get out” obviously started the fire to the bridge that Labron burnt in Cleveland. Jordan would have never donned a Knicks Jersey or played side-by-side with Malone in Utah. Steve Kerr told me that to this day he still hates the Lakers. He didn’t once think “hmmm I wanna win a ring with Magic now, oh and let me call Dominique Wilkins to see if he wants to be on Oprah with us and bang hoes on Miami Beach.” It's just absurd. That's not basketball. That's bullshit.
Ok maybe I went too far that last sentence. It’s the bitter little girl who watched NBA ball with her dad in me that lashes out. LOL. Sorry.
Whatever… I just felt like talking/blogging it out. I’m still undecided. I want the Suns to win a championship. That’s what I really want Santa to bring me. Not the Three Little Pigs… The Three Amigos? Bears? What the hell are they calling themselves?
You already know what I’m getting at: Wade, James and Bosh. (sidenote: I always think of Amare Stoudemire when I think of Chris Bosh because when I asked STAT who the most ‘overrated’ player in the NBA was he said: Chris Bosh. I giggled at how quickly he answered)
Part of me is PRO Wade, James, Bosh because I actually like Dwanye Wade and Lebron James. But not just that, times have changed! You can tweet your favorite player and they might even respond - with poor spelling/grammar most of the time, but still. That’s kind of cool. You can now vote for all-stars from your Blackberry. You print out game tickets from a computer in your home these days. It’s a different time now. So why not let the supertrio, megacrew, kingcobras, triplethreat, heatwave, whatever the hell they’re called just be. Let them join forces like Voltron or Transformers or something. Let them change the way I, the way we, look at competitive basketball. Let them be grown ass man who made a decision. And let the rest of us shut the fuck up because we don’t walk in their custom made endorsed shoes.
And then part of me is HELL NO Wade, James, Bosh because simply put, it just ain’t right. It just doesn’t seem right in a ‘that’s not how basketball goes down man!” kind of way. How it all went down, how they sensationalize themselves with smoke and flashing lights and a 1 hour special, how they abandoned tradition to some. How poor communication and the need to “get out” obviously started the fire to the bridge that Labron burnt in Cleveland. Jordan would have never donned a Knicks Jersey or played side-by-side with Malone in Utah. Steve Kerr told me that to this day he still hates the Lakers. He didn’t once think “hmmm I wanna win a ring with Magic now, oh and let me call Dominique Wilkins to see if he wants to be on Oprah with us and bang hoes on Miami Beach.” It's just absurd. That's not basketball. That's bullshit.
Ok maybe I went too far that last sentence. It’s the bitter little girl who watched NBA ball with her dad in me that lashes out. LOL. Sorry.
Whatever… I just felt like talking/blogging it out. I’m still undecided. I want the Suns to win a championship. That’s what I really want Santa to bring me. Not the Three Little Pigs… The Three Amigos? Bears? What the hell are they calling themselves?
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