Time to Update the Spank Bank

My hormones are out of control, so in honor of that, here are my top 5 [unrealistic] men i'd love to bang. (maybe in order of preference) To share with probably just Sara, because she is the only other person who reads this. And when you are done laughing at me, Make your own list! Dead or alive. Man or woman...or fictitious entity.

5. The Spirit - (I had to look up his name, Gabriel Macht)

So its a little creepy that he's surrounded by cats. And that he's actually a comic book character. But holy hot damn if this man can play a good guy in a mask, its him. You never see him without it during the movie, but there is no need. I'd let him keep the mask on.

4.James Dean...

okay, yes, He's currently a corpse. But the classiest man I ever did see. I wish it were still essential to dress like he did. Well its probably good that men don't dress like that regularly anymore, because I'd have to be constantly reminded to stop mouth breathing.

3. Paul Rudd.

(sans chest wig) - Still looks the same as he did in Clueless (which, mind you, is the only thing about that movie that didn't make me want to gouge out my eyes with my fluffy-ended pen from 1996) He ages gracefully. Snarky, cynical. So hot.

2. Gerard Butler...

give me a man with a scottish accent and a sense of humor any day, anywhere. Totally made every dollar wasted on seeing Phantom of the Opera with Rachel well spent. Also played Leonitus in 300. Wonderfully, I might add. But you already knew that.

1. Jeffrey Dean Morgan (aka The Comedian)...

hot damn. This is my number one, and I may not have words to express it. (and my poor boyfriend is sick of hearing it, but then again, Im sick of hearing about Scarlett Johahnson)

He may be 20 years my senior, but he's got my checklist for perfect man, damn near crossed off. He is tall, scruffy in the perfect sense, a fantastic actor. He's got a little grey in his beard, this big laugh, broad shoulders...Then throw him in the best comic sleeze's costume ever to exist and put a cigar in his mouth....pardon me while i go change my pants. I may have peed.

Now that I am done being creepy and temporarily 15 again... Take no notice to the fact that I have a comic book fetish. Or just a literature fetish. God. This really was creepy. Maybe I shouldn't have put this up? Nah.

Post your list, ladies! Hold nothing back.

-Kylie

Haiku Thursday

Greetings, my lovely bloglings!
Whether you're in the snowy (understatement) Northeast/Midwest or the sunny West Coast-whatever your weather, I sincerely hope that your travels leave you in one piece. Fortunately, for both Kylie and myself, we were given the day off from classes yesterday, and I'm not sure about my counterpart, but I most definitely took that time to catch up on schoolwork. If, by "schoolwork" you mean, "layed in bed with my beau whilst gorging ourselves on lemon sandwich creme cookies and dinosaur tales on the History Channel," then, my friend, you would be correct.

Today however, despite sidewalk, roadway and railings held captive by an unforgiving layer of ice, I was left to trudge my way to class. As much as this peeved me, my Survey of Spanish Literature class affords me an excellent opportunity to keep myself occupied through one of my nascent pasttimes-writing haikus! So, if you will allow me, I would love to share with you the eight, masterfully composed* poems by yours truly.
*please forgive the one haiku that does not follow the a, a, b rhyme scheme.

Dios Mio, Los Poemas Me Engañaron (My God, the Poems Deceived Me)
I'm in Spanish class.
Dreadful. I wish it would pass.
Quiero tacos.

Pining for Pachyderms (The Savannah Calls Your Name)
Elephants are neat.
Majestic, peaceful and sweet.
O, iv'ry: lay low.

Happy, Happy Hour-Hops and Barley, Come Again Soon
Wow! I need a drink.
And that really makes me think:
Beer! German: Pilsner.

Aviary Alphabets, Alliteration Alights
Birds! That when in flight
With their wings seem like a kite.
The sky! Dashed with M's.

Swine Management Begets Falsification of Thy Mysticism
Geez! Oh me, oh my!
You have told such a great lie.
Pigs really can fly.

Odd Palette Choices Beckon a Barrage of Self-Deprecating Programming
Great! Your purple shirt
It makes my eyes truly hurt.
One day I'll find pants.

Euphemisms of Sexual Gratification Arouse the Mind, Not the Loins
I dream of your taste
As always: fraught with much haste.
O, Lover! You, me.

Much More Lively Than Those Pulitzer-winners Are Those of Dead Poets
Walt Whitman, you say?
O Captain, my Captain, eh?
Bearded...and, long gone.

Thank you, and good night.
-Sara

Designer Orla Kiely for Target

And almost over-zealously I'm back!

But really, this was too cool not to share.

Once more, Target has done it again. Honestly, as if we don't have enough problems spending at least fourty bucks every time we step foot in the place, now Target finally gets a clue. It seems that gradually over the years the store has gotten a little more clued in to what women (and men alike) seem to want these days. Its finally able to shed the reputation of "K-Mart with class" and step into its very own genre of design aesthetic. Turning into the glorious fashionable tree at which all things grow at an affordable price. Sometimes.
And so Irish designer Orla Kiely teams up with Target to bring us one more thing we can't leave the store without. With a pattern and color scheme reminiscent of a 1960's house, the design gets a nifty twist for today's modern household. The pattern reminds me somewhat of a design right off my old polish grandma's plates and bowls. Although, she wasn't this chic. Borderline vomitous, but timelessly awesome. (How does that work out?)
I am positive we will be kicking ourselves in ten years for buying these, however, right now, they are pretty cool if you ask me.






If you'd like to see more of Orla's designs, not only for the home, but for clothing and accessories galore; visit www.orlakiely.com/usa or target.com for more awesome stuff!

Bonjour!

And welcome to Ginger Beehive!
The blog about...well, anything we want really.



As the lovely Sara has done before me, I feel that I should introduce myself.
Hi! I'm Kylie. [Seemingly eternal] art student, english minor, cat lady extraordinaire. Wanna be fashionista with no guts to sport the look, so I just watch shows about dressing snazzy and wear the same things I always do. Music snob[ish], but always open minded. Tattoo designer, and collector. Cooking novice, dirty, snarky humor lover, obsessive design-art-and-culture follower.
That is what my section will mostly consist of. Hoorah!

I Want To Kiss You: madly, painlessly.

Gosh, them Kiwi birds from Down Under sure are adorable. O, to cuddle and croon with one of these babies...to swaddle and to covet, to keep safe and warm in my tote. Surely I could make the average passerby quite envious. However, if he/she were to kiss me, it might in fact cause some pain.

I'd be willing to risk it.

Oh, hi! I'm Sara, by the way. I drink tea in a continual, incessant fashion (my favorite lately is mixing black with green...mmmm!). I am a pro at parallel parking and have an affinity for the impromptu dance party. I'm a college senior, on the verge of a nervous breakdown or an earth-shattering breakthrough. It could go either way. My major is International Studies, minor? Spanish. I've had my fair share of political science, liberal arts, modern language and human rights classes. Along with my compatriot, Kylie, we'll be blogging about what most interests us, in the hopes of gaining your interests and insights. In the process, I'm sure we both would love to gain some friends along the way. Expect upcoming posts such as "Adventures in Social Acceptibility," "Things You Should Give A Hoot About" and "Girl Crushes." So, let me be the first to say: Welcome!