You Must Have Been a Beautiful Baby

The year was 2001. The show was Survivor. The season was The Australian Outback. And the boy (because there’s always a boy) was Colby Donaldson.

I loved Colby Donaldson – and everything named Colby by extension: cheese, the computer with the missing memory, my pet duck (who may or may not have been named for the Survivor), everything.

I must admit that I was slightly disappointed when, after Survivor, old Colbster made the oh-so-cliché move from small-town Texas to the bright lights of Hollywood in order to pursue an acting career. I was even more disappointed to learn that he can’t act. At all. (I would assume casting directors were a bit disappointed by this as well.)

Lucky for him, he’s pretty, which is probably why he’s had marginal success as a TV host. Whatever the reason, I’m always pleasantly surprised to find his baby blues on my TV.

 We could've put a boring old picture here, but he's just SO MUCH BETTER in living color, don't you think?   

And today, my friends, the handsome lad with the limited acting ability, perfect teeth and boyish good looks turns, wait for it, FORTY.

Yikes.

I feel old. I bet he does too.

It’s a good thing some of us just keep getting better with age, huh, Colby?

Jubilation Celebration

Happy Diamond Jubilee, Ma'am.  May you reign for another 60 years.

How much do we want to be her?

God save the Queen indeed.

Birthday Math (The Good Kind)

It might not be blogging fame, but we here at ATG are into making birthday dreams come true.  With the help of math.  Oh yes, I said it.  Math.

For R's birthday, we here at ATG give you the following formula:

Take the brains of 

Serious smarty pants

Add the wit of

Can I be her, please?

And the beauty of

Daniel Craig is a lucky man

Multiply by the goodness of

Pictured with R's late future mother-in-law

And divide by total and utter adoration of

Devotion personified

And that's the Divine Miss R in a nutshell!

Now that's some math that we can all get behind...