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Boom Boom Pow


On Saturday night, we rounded up the troops for an evening of fun. A limo picked us up after dinner and drinks at Jimmy Mac’s and took us to Foggy Dew where we drank, danced and got our party on. The after-party happened back at Tom and Danielle’s place. Danielle, of course, was happy to make a massive, incredible meal for all of her guests at 4am. She fed everybody (twice) and somehow, we managed to keep the party going until 6am- insanity. Super fun times. God knows that I can’t pull off nights like that on a regular basis anymore, but it sure is a blast to pretend I’m 19 again every now and then.


“The happiest moments my heart knows are those in which it is pouring forth its affections to a few esteemed characters.” – Thomas Jefferson

Please Don’t Change, I’ll Never Be The Same

With a massive collection of hits to his credit, past drug problems, a lofty ego, a flashy wardrobe and an ever-present cigarette, Scott Weiland is a living cliché of the classic “rock star.” But there’s no denying it: Even after 20 years in the music business, he still has what matters most- talent. He proved it with an absolutely incredible show at The Commodore Ballroom in Vancouver last night.

Val and I scored last minute tickets to check it out. She’s probably the biggest Scott Weiland fan I’ve ever met and of course, I’m always happy to tag along to see a live show at one of my favourite venues in the city. I wasn’t disappointed. I’ve always been entranced by the way that Scott moves about on stage while he performs. He has a unique stage presence which I enjoy very much. The man pushes glam rock to the limit and possesses the kind of sex appeal that I just can’t quite articulate with words. The sound was brilliant, his demeanor was sober and clear. The performance was flawless. After nearly two decades, Weiland’s work as an artist and musician has hit a unexpected high point.

You can check out more of my photos from the show, plus a little video here.

Funny Girl


My favourite funny blonde, Jenny McCarthy is joining forces with Oprah Winfrey – for, among other projects, her own talk show. Her new blog has also been launched on Oprah’s website.

Jenny McCarthy posed for Playboy magazine in 1993 and was named the magazine’s Playmate of the Year. McCarthy parlayed that fame into a breakthrough role hosting the MTV dating show Singled Out.

Jenny tempers her sex-bomb image with a careful combination of kookiness and Oprah-style empathy. I remember seeing an appearance she made on The Rosie O’Donnell Show when I was about 15. She came out and explained how her CD poster had been digitally altered. “I’m doing this to show all those young girls at home,” she told O’Donnell, “you look at a poster and you look in the mirror, you want to cry and kill yourself because you don’t look like that. I’m going to show you what I looked like that day for real. Because I had huge zits, I was P.M.S.-ing pretty badly that day. I had a huge cold sore on my lip, which you can‘t see because they airbrushed it. Stretch marks all over my butt, which are gone. Birth marks, bruises. You name it. It’s airbrushed.” Her honesty blew me away. I was instantly taken by this gorgeous, hilarious and seemingly down to earth woman. I read her first book Jen-X: Jenny McCarthy’s Open Book when it was released later that year and discovered that not only did I think she was super cool, but I could relate to this woman to a large degree. Then came her various shows, including a sketch comedy show, which ran for just one season. I can’t be the only one who loved The Jenny McCarthy Show. I love a girl who doesn’t take herself too seriously and who isn’t afraid to laugh at herself and admit that she’s human.


She’s gone from Playboy model to fearless comedienne to New York Times best selling authour of tell-it-like-it-is “mommy” books:


After a heart wrenching battle to get her son Evan properly diagnosed after he fell terribly ill with seizures at the age of two, to her son’s devastating diagnosis of autism and her arduous journey to find answers and get him healed, Jenny McCarthy has discovered her life’s work. She is determined to use her celebrity to bring attention to a condition that has reached epidemic proportions among pre-school age children: rapidly rising occurrences of autism. In recent years, McCarthy has been a frequent guest on Oprah’s show, discussing her efforts in helping her son combat autism. I’m more than a little excited to see what Jenny will bring to the table with her own show.

**Photos are not property of Work In Progress. They have been taken from various websites. If your photo has not been credited and you would like it to be, please e-mail me.*

Just Lose It


After thousands of pounds lost, and an infinite number of tears, this week was the inspiring and touching three hour season finale of The Biggest Loser. I have to admit, of all the reality shows on television, this one sucks me in the most. I watch the contestants each week, as they set out on a journey to radically transform their bodies and their lives.

I started watching the show when I was at the gym. It often seems to be on while I’m running on the treadmill or givin’er on the stationary bike. Tears roll down my cheeks during every single episode, as I relate all too well with what the people on the show are going through. Have I ever been obese? No. Have I had to worry about my weight for as long as I can remember? Absolutely. I’ve been up and down and all over the place with my weight. It’s always a struggle for me and I have had to accept that it just always will be.

I’m nine weeks off chocolate and sweets. I’ve been keeping a close count of my calories and working out like a maniac. I’ve dropped close to 20 pounds since I started this little “diet,” which I began without any solid weight loss goal in mind. I know I’m never going to be a bone rack. I’m 5’9″ and I just don’t have a narrow, little build. I’ve also got knockers that don’t seem to want to go anywhere, no matter how much I wish they would disappear. I suppose my goal is to feel healthy, strong and fit; but the fact is, I have to be (a little) neurotic about it or it won’t work. I have to literally work my ass off. And I am.


Last night the lady in hot pink, 48-year-old Helen Phillips, took the top prize; her 140-pound weight loss was a higher percentage of her starting weight than that of finalists Tara Costa and Mike Morelli. The transformations of all of the contestants on the show this season were, in my opinion, unbelievable though. How adorable is Mike?


Tara Costa was my favourite contestant from the beginning of the season. She’s a charming young lady who carries herself really well. She is very easy to relate to and I found myself able to identify with many of her issues and struggles. Through the show, she’s been able to discover a new, healthy lifestyle, and she has found the self confidence to go along with it. In my opinion, she won this show in every way, shape and form that counted – except that last frivolous stipulation, “weigh loss percentage.” Tara dropped a total of 135 pounds in the competition. She looks absolutely incredible.


The Biggest Loser definitely gets its share of criticism and has come under harsh scrutiny for its unrealistic standards of weight loss. Personally, I think that the show needs to be taken with a grain of salt. I mean, it is reality television after all, people. Somehow, I don’t think the average 150 pound woman is going to try to duplicate an obese contestant’s 10 pound per week weight loss. What the show does do is demonstrate to the average overweight North American that they can exercise, eat less, and lose weight; because if the 400 pound middle-aged slacker can do it, who are we to say it’s too tough?

Thoughts?

Photos courtesy of NBC