The Life of A Ladybug

My new bellydance beatbox boyfriend!

This past weekend, we danced at Rakkasah East in New Jersey. Of course, it was a weekend of fun, festival and dancing! In the midst of all the shimmy shenanigans, I fell in love.  Onto the stage came this band and in the midst of this band was a skinny little dude. He proceeded to pick up a mic. I expected him to start singing something Middle Eastern-y. But no. Instead, wonder of wonders, he started to beatbox. Like hell, you say! Yes, indeed ... this skinny little dude is a beatbox wonder. He boom boom katted for bellydancer after bellydancer and, over at my table, a happy little dancer named Makeda (that would be me) popped and locked and shimmied to her heart's content.

I could not contain my love for him and declared him my new "bellydance beatbox boyfriend" at that very moment. One of my fellow troupe members actually went over and told him and he came over to introduce himself to me and give me a big hug. I then bought two of his CDs and he signed them: "To Makeda, with love from Pete ... Your bellydance beatbox boyfriend". SIGH.

See the attached pic for my new love. He's on the right.

Hotter than Hell: Taimak

In honor of Tonyette and Meloni, who noted Danny's resemblance to Taimak and in horror at the idea that Meloni's coworker has never seen The Last Dragon (How is that even possible???  This person was deprived of all sorts of cheesetastic, 80s fun and sexiness!  I am still praying that, one day, Taimak will appear spontaneously and offer to teach me some moves), I felt compelled to honor the hotness flashback that is Taimak.

He is yummilicious.  He was yummilicious as a dork who just so happened to be a karate king.  He was yummilicious when he was beat up and wet because Shonuff was drowning him in that vat of water in that industrial warehouse or whereever the heck it was that they were keeping Vanity.  He was yummiliciouser (new word!) when he popped out of that water, eyes ablazing, covered in "The Glow!"  (Who's the Master??? He IS!)  If I didn't already have a baby daddy, Taimak could be him, no questions asked.

Anyone who has not seen The Last Dragon (Shame on you!), run out and rent it TONIGHT!  Give yourself lovely dreams.

Hotter than Hell: Ami James

Um, yes indeed!!!  Yes, indeed!!!  I don't care how nasty his little temper can be (firing Kat wasn't all that cool, Ami) - Ami James is hella hot!  I am quite serious about saving my pennies and making the trek to Miami, just so I have the opportunity to get tatted by Ami.  And yes, I'm seriously thinking about having the tat be on my butt.  I don't know if I'll go through with it, but the next best thing will be having him embellish my already existing "tramp stamp" (I hate that name!  Oh, and for those of you who don't know - I have three tattoos).

I could just rub that bald head!  You know ... come to think of it ... he looks a lot like Chris Daughtry.  Bald, rugged, kind of dirty and slightly menacing looking.  Hmm ... I see that my crushes are starting to follow a pattern.

Hotter than Hell: David Beckham

Okay, I'm starting a new series here at The Life of a Ladybug.  That series will be called "Hotter than Hell"!  It is all about those dudes who are, indeed, hotter than hell.  And who better to start the line-up than the hottest man ever to kick a ball ... one Mr. David Beckham!  Hot damn!!!  This fool is hotter than hell!

My work boyfriend

I just saw my work boyfriend walking down the hall, so I thought I would post in praise of him.  Granted, I'm not sure that he knows he's my work boyfriend, but no matter.  I love him.

It brings me great joy each day to see this dude.  He sports hair of every different hue (his wife is a hairstylist and uses him as a mannequin, reportedly); he wears the most interesting and wildly inappropriate clothing (last time we had a teleconference, he wore a lime green linen jacket and neon yellow linen pants) and just fills me with glee.  I once saw him wearing a staid, boring black suit and tie.  It pained me.  I asked him to wear something the next day to make me happy - out pops the turquoise ensemble!  Yes!!!!  He is the only man in the world who could get away with wearing tight-behind black leather pants to the office.

I heart him.

It's only just begun!

This fool is fine, do you hear me???  Yum!  Back when he was on American Idol, I got excited on the regular.  I have a thing for dudes who look a bit grungy and like they could be found on a Harley at a moment's notice.  Chris Daughtry is such a dude.  And now his "It's Not Over" is all over the airwaves and the video is in heavy rotation on MTV and my crush has been renewed.  I have no idea if I'm going to like the CD, but I am buying it.  Oh, yes I am.  Tonight, when I go to Target.  Seriously.  If the music isn't any good, I'll lick the pictures - at least I won't have wasted my money.  (Okay, I won't actually lick the pictures ... just drool on them.)

He brought sexy back - yeah!

Ever since Nipplegate, I have had contempt (and probably even some hatred) in my heart for Justin Timberlake.  Yeah, Janet Jackson was the one with her titties out all over national TV (and DirecTV, much to the delight of millions of rewinders).  And yes, her titties were adorned with some sort of medieval-looking rings that would not have looked wierd on Xena, Warrior Princess (which was strange, in and of itself).  But I've felt that Janet has been unfairly raked over the coals and hung out to dry in the media, as if she took out a gun and opened fire on people during the Super Bowl Half-time Show, which, if we think about it, may have caused less of an uproar.  Yes, her titties were out there, but for real ... who ripped the bra off and set 'em free?  I've always felt that there have been both racist and sexist aspects to this whole thing - that the Black woman had to pay the price, while the White man got away scot-free.  Justin didn't seem like much of a man during all this - not standing up saying, "Hey - I deserve some blame for this, too!"  It was much more, "I had no idea she intended to pop her boob out ... I'm an innocent victim in all this!"

Ever since it's happened, I've decided that I have no love for JT.  He used to be one of my secret celebrity boyfriends, the one I would choose to make my love slave, if given the chance.  But I couldn't get with a dude who would leave a friend hanging out there like that.  I stopped listening to JT's first CD and my *NSync CD.  I refused to watch his music videos.  But, lately, his music has been all over the radio.  "Sexyback" is awesome, but "My Love" is my JAM!  Poopie told me that the CD is great, so, knowing that I am a hypocrite, I bought it and listened to it on the way home Saturday.  I swear ... that CD reminds me of why I wanted to make Justin my love slave in the first place.  That CD is pure sex music.  And now, I've started coming up with all kinds of rationalizations for why it was okay for Justin to sell Janet out.  Ericka told me that listening to Justin is way better than listening to R. Kelly (which I still won't do) - that at least Justin hasn't done anything to anyone, while R. Kelly is a pedophile.  Yeah, that's true. And it's enough to make me feel fine about buying JT's CD.  Which is all I need.

GOD works in mysterious ways!

My mother-in-law and I agree on one thing - we both think Kaysar is a hottie.  Last night, while watching Big Brother: All Stars, she said, "Umph.  That man is fine."  I replied, "Well, at least we agree on one thing" and we looked at each other and burst out laughing.  Imagine: finding that my MIL and I like the same kind of men ... is there light at the end of the tunnel? ... NAH!

BTW - I rewound Marcellas' tirade on how much he loves Kaysar, twice, then saved the episode to my TiVo.

YouTube is my best friend!

I just watched a 44 second video of Kaysar in the bathtub, flipping a sponge.  No sound, no movement, except him, playing with the darn bath sponge.  And I liked it.  No, I'm not ashamed.

BTW - He's even hot to death when he's bald.

Spoiler alert!

Please don't read the below if you watch Big Brother: All Stars and don't want to know the dirt beforehand.  I'll give you a moment to go elsewhere.

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Okay ... according to the Live Feeders over at Television Without Pity, the Power of Veto competition has already happened and it involved shaving heads.  Kaysar, The Mack from Iraq, the star of my liquid dreams ... my dream lover ... has had his head shaved.  Reportedly, shaved by Marcellus, who had to fight back tears.  I feel you, Marci.  I mean, oh my GOD, y'all!  His hair is his glory!  All that lush blackness!  How will I deal???  Oh my GOD!!!  His nervous tic ... he twists his hair!  What will he do now that he's bald???  How will he deal???? 

Okay, oh my goodness.  Deep breaths.  In through the nose, out through the mouth.  I have to send him all my loving, healing thoughts right now.  Oh GOD.  Whoo.

Let us pause in memory of his beautious coif.