The 2016 Vera Farmiga Invitational

Mama Mick texted me the other night to let me know Vera was doing her thing in “The Departed”, and it struck me as to the power of Vera. Here’s a flick with a thousand A-listers, and yet . . Vera held the conversation. That. Is hot.

It occurred to me while reading Christy and Mick’s Viggo posts that I have never given Vera her full measure of lovely props. Thanks to the Ladies at Drinks, Vera goes spotlight this time around.

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1st Annual Viggo Mortenson Invitational: Second Round Picks

Me: I am picking my next two.
Christy: You mean your ONE! You already picked Daryl. Witch
Me: Hey! If you ain’t cheatin’, you ain’t tryin’!

You learn who your friends are in hard times and competition. I have no doubt that Christy would be at my side in a minute should tragedy hit. That said, she’d probably take me out snipe hunting, and leave my butt in the pasture if it meant she could hop a spot and pick the next worthy gent in the 1st Annual Viggo Mortenson Invitational. After I forgave her for calling me a witch, I got down to the dirty job of picking the next unclaimed player.

With the next pick in the 2016, 1st Annual Viggo Invitational, MamaMick selects:


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Please look beyond what you might think is a shallow next choice. If I had the chance to hang with Gronk, we would not be reciting poetry or having deep discussions about the meaning of life. Talking is overrated, amiright?

(insert your favorite tight end joke here, I don’t need to go there)


Hey, Christy! Where you at Kitty Kat?


Oooh, look at you, Miss Clever-Pants! Nice pick. Poor guy probably needs his, ahem, ego, inflated after that little ole game in Denver.

Well since we are doing a “snake” draft, (c-1, m-2,3, c-4,5, m-6,7, c-8,9, m-10,11…) that means it’s my turn to pick two. Nice attempt to steal more guys, I mean picks, from me earlier on. You must have forgotten you’d already stolen Daryl Dixon (Mr. Reedus) from me!

That's for stealing Daryl!
That’s for stealing Daryl!

I’m willing to forgive (but I won’t forget), because with my next pick, I select:

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That’s right, Mister Eye Candy himself, Marky Mark.

I had to snatch him up after Cayman jumped in with his: “May I proffer a dude for future Viggo posts? Mark Wahlberg. . . .Wahlberg is an all around specimen, having started in music and moved to the silver screen with great success.

I nearly bit Cayman’s head-off with my “SHUT UP!” response because I didn’t want him giving Michelle any ideas, but hey, nothing comes between me and my Calvins. Except for Mark Wahlberg. Why? Two words:


Um, nice...headband
Um, nice…headband

Although I loved his cocky performance in Two Guns too. What can I say? Something about him leaves me with good vibrations.

And with my next pick… I’m going with someone who never fails to break me out in a sweat. He makes me gasp for breath, has me shouting expletives, and then he leaves me in an exhausted crumbled pile of contentedness.



I listen to LL on nearly every run. He’s like my coach, my inspiration, my eye candy and my fantasy lover all rolled up in one. By the time I’m done running, I’m sweating, breathless and crumpled… What? Did you think I meant something else?

Besides, LL and I go way back (to Cali), we both need love, and neither one of us can live without our radio.

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Don’t call it a comeback. He’s been here for years.”I Can’t Live Without My Radio” was released in 1985. I guess we can’t live without LL.

Ok Mama-ManStealer-Mick, who’s next on your list? Remember, you get TWO, not three, picks. Ok?


Did you say something? I can’t hear you. I’m too busy rolling around in Marky Mark and LL’s abs. Who’s stealing men, now?


You know that feeling you get when you’ve had too much (eye) candy and chocolate? Yeah, me neither. I’m reaching for someone who strokes my romantic insides, too. Someone with old school charm and dreamy, come-hither eyes.

My number three pick goes to…


…in his role as Captain Von Trapp in The Sound of Music.


I fell in love with him when I was twelve, and I’ve measured every romantic entanglement against this moment with Maria on the balcony. Sigh. My jock boyfriends didn’t stand a chance.

Once I tear my eyes away from Christopher, I’ll lay them on another actor with bedroom eyes.

My next difficult choice goes to…


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Hands-down my favorite, multi-dimensional James Bond. That’s saying a lot because I loved Sean in that role, too. With a bad boy persona in a good guy’s smart suit, er, tuxedo…well, he can shake and stir me all he wants.

So, whatcha got for the third and final round, sweet cheeks?


Oh, I’ve got some sweet cheeks in mind for sure, Michelle, including a pick that may surprise a few of you. But you, and everyone else, are going to have to wait.

See you all soon!


“Righteously” by Lucinda Williams

January 28, 1986

Challenger Crew 2

“Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds –
and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of –
wheeled and soared and swung high in the sunlit silence.
Hovering there I’ve chased the shouting wind along
and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air.
“Up, up the long delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,
where never lark, or even eagle, flew;
and, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
the high untrespassed sanctity of space,
put out my hand and touched the face of God.”

John Gillespie Magee 

Nothing is certain except death and taxes. Oh, and never running out of chocolate . . .

There’s chocolate, and then there’s everything else.

Which is why I smirk at these annual reports warning us that the world’s supply of cocoa will eventually go the way of eight track tapes and Uma Thurman’s original face. Show me the day when the world runs out of chocolate and I will show you the day when the world puts up a big fat CLOSED sign, because that’s when the apocalypse gets busy happening. Forget viruses, we’ve overcome everything that’s come along the pike. Zombies? Pfft, they’re much better company than Ted Cruz supporters. Global Warming has some inroads to make, and they can start by digging the Eastern seaboard out of its snow tomb.

You really want to kill life as we know it? Take away our chocolate supply.

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