“We get married every year! That’s our thing. So it’s going to be our third wedding this year. This is the third ring I have to buy … It’ll be something different. Something good. It’s nice. We like being married every year.”
—Nick Cannon dishes on he and Mariah Carey‘s anniversary tradition—having a yearly wedding ceremony [Us Weekly via Celebitchy] Keep reading »
“I mean, you’re married and suddenly you have your own family. There’s a nice comfort in that. That part of your life is certain, in a way. You’ve got your home in that other person … He loves to eat,like cooking alone—I find it very therapeutic. I put on some music, maybe have a glass of wine, and make something like a turkey Bolognese or a nice frittata.”
—Scarlett Johansson opens up a bit about her marriage to Ryan Reynolds and talks to In Style about being a new wife [People] Keep reading »
While there’s certainly no “right” age to get married, I am going to go out on a limb and say that there is one wrong one—when you are 17. True Stevenson, Kirstie Alley‘s son, is not out of high school yet and he is engaged to his girlfriend. Even stranger, Kirstie is excited about this. “I feel good because they’re really in love,” she told Ellen DeGeneres yesterday. “True’s very … he’s got a level head. He’s a good guy. He’s very monogamous, and he’s very sweet with her.”
Yes, True seems pretty awesome on A&E’s “Kirstie Alley’s Big Life.” He regularly sports an AC/DC shirt and busts out great lines like, “They don’t rag on Rosie O’Donnell like they do on you and she’s way more of a b***h.” But he is hardly ready to walk down the aisle. Keep reading »
Things that make us sad/angry: the Vanilla Gorilla, animal abuse, “The Price of Beauty,” American tourist shorts/huge white sneakers combos, “Bridget Jones Fear.” What, you may ask, does the latter refer to? Over in Jolly Old, a new marriage survey found that women feel the ideal age to get married is 26, as opposed to a decade ago, when they cited their 30s as being the ideal time. What could this sea change be attributed to? The Daily Mail seems to chalk it up to “a fear of turning into Bridget Jones.” Keep reading »
People are always asking how they’ll know when they’ve found The One, when it’s time to settle down for good and get married. But what I’m here to tell you is, you may already be “married” and not even know it. Read more … Keep reading »
So, today is a big day in my household. It’s my husband’s 40th birthday! He took the day off from work and is relaxing around the apartment while I do some Frisky writing, but I plan to take him out for lunch a little later and then this evening we’re having dinner with his fam-damily. About a year ago I started thinking about what I could do to make this milestone birthday a special one for Drew. I mean, this is a big one, so it’s not like I could just give him a beej and call it a day. No, a 40th birthday calls for a little extra, and since I wasn’t about to sign up for a threesome, like this women did for her husband’s 40th, I had to think of something else. Keep reading »
The ink was barely dry on our marriage certificate when my husband and I found out we were going to be parents — actually, I found out the good news the first day back from our honeymoon.
Sure, some of the signs and symptoms of pregnancy were already there, but I honestly chalked everything up to pre-wedding stress. It was only when I finally had a chance to slow down in South Beach that I realized something didn’t feel right.
When my new husband leaned in for a kiss one night, with whiskey and Vidalia onion chips breath, I was disgusted: “I swear, if you don’t get away from me with that breath right now I’m going to barf on your face,” is what I told him. And, to be clear, I usually love whiskey. That’s when I realized something was up. Read more … Keep reading »
Sad face, you guys. It seems like only this morning that Susannah told you our wonderful news –that she and I are in love and engaged to be married. Or we were — but Jesse James strikes again. This afternoon, while sipping chai lattes and holding hands at the Starbucks around the corner, Suze and I got into a little debate. It was friendly at first, but then got heated. You see, Susannah, for some reason, thinks Sandra Bullock should forgive Jesse James for being a complete tool, whereas I think she should divorce him without looking back. Y’all, our fight got so bad that they kicked us out of Starbucks! I suddenly realized that I didn’t want to spend eternity with someone who could be SO dead wrong about something so important. Also, there were “sexual issues” which I would rather not discuss at this time, but suffice it to say, Susannah needs, um, therapy. So it’s over. I need time to heal, but I should be fine by 5:30.
Anyway, thanks for celebrating our love, however short-lived it may have been. Don’t worry — Susannah and I are complete professionals. This will not affect either of our work on The Frisky — if anything, it’ll improve things, since she and I won’t need to sneak off to make out in the stairwell anymore. Keep reading »