Have you ever noticed that there are some people who just seem to get more and more attractive with age? Whether they just seem more comfortable with themselves, they finally learn how to tame their ridiculous hair or they seem even warmer and more endearing with a couple of wrinkles around their eyes, some people just defy the idea that youth = beauty.

I decided to do a couple of roundups of my favorite example of the whole better with age thing. I’m starting today with some mighty handsome fellas because… well because I wanted a good excuse to drool over some hotties this morning. Is that OK with you?

Here we go.

If you give a toddler some raisins, chances are she’s going to want the box that goes with them. When you give her the box, she’ll probably do a little happy dance in the kitchen and yell “Yaaaay! Nack!” (which is Toddlereese for snack, for those of you not in the know).

When she’s finished with her dance, she’ll run into the living room to show her awesome score to her sister. Then she’ll want to watch a little Fresh Beat Band. When she watches it, her eyes might glaze over a bit and she might forget she has the little box in her tiny fist.

A funny part will come on and she’ll laugh and yell “Look! Look!” until you and her big sister acknowledge the ridiculousness of the episode’s plot line and laugh along with her. When the scene is over, she’ll probably get quiet and all glassy-eyed again. She’ll sit down in her rocking chair and absentmindedly rock a little, picking out a raisin without really thinking and saying “Ohhhh, nom” when she tastes it. She’ll probably reach in for more.

A balding, middle-aged, potty-mouthed, pot-bellied ginger is probably not the first thing you think of when you think of things that a twenty-something lady such as myself might be attracted to. But guess what?

I have a big fat crush on Louis CK.

Before you start shaking your messy topknot in disapproval, let me break it down for you:

He’s really, really funny.

If there’s one thing my WTF Crush series has taught me it’s that funny is important to me. Whether it’s a fictional character, a comedian or a regular dude on the street, he better bring the LOLz. And Louis CK does.

At first glance his humor can seem a little crude. And I guess it is. But what keeps my interest is that fact that underneath it is this vulnerable guy who you can somehow totally relate to. Whether he’s talking about obesity with Jon Stewart on the Daily Show, evolution,  or old ladies in airports he can make me laugh (and a lot of times it’s in the ohmygooood that’s so true but I would never speak it out loud to millions of people kind of way).

And Louie, his show on FX, is amazing. There have been episodes where I laugh pretty much the entire way through. And it’s especially good if you’re a parent. There are so many golden nuggets in that show that are both hilarious and true. I could go on and on but  it means nothing if you haven’t seen it (so go watch!).

This scene is one of my favorites from last season (just so you know there’s some NSFW or kids language in it):

He’s (brutally) honest.

This is one of the reasons he’s so funny. You’re sitting there thinking “I cannot believe he’s saying this” while simultaneously thinking “That is so true!” The combination of the two make you laugh even harder at his jokes–and makes me love him even more. If you’ve ever met my husband you’ll totally get that this is sort of a running theme in my life.

Aside from his honesty being funny, it’s kind of refreshing. In a world full of bullshitting bullshitters that will butter you up with anything they think will help their cause (however noble or terrible it may be), Louis CK tells it like it is. There’s no softening of reality. There’s no delicate gloves for protection. He gives it to you straight and you have no choice but to laugh at the ridiculousness of reality.

He actually seems like a good guy.

Yes, he talks about sex and bodily functions. Yes, he curses like a sailor. No, he is not politically correct. And yes, he seems like a pretty cool guy and a decent human being.

He postponed his show in New York the night before Sandy hit, just in case there was a chance people would be in danger. But instead of just leaving it at that and letting people fend for themselves ticket wise, he did the best anyone could possibly do in that situation by offering a full refund or tickets to other shows if the new date didn’t work. He also did a couple of benefit shoes in Staten Island after Sandy. Because he’s good people. That’s why.

I like a good guy. Especially a good guy who at first seems a little crass and suspect.

There’s also this (which is especially funny if you watch Louie).

http://youtu.be/Tbzfvef0aE0

Who’s with me? And who’s gonna share their crushes that make people go “Huh?”

photo by Martin Schoeller via GQ.

I was a total delinquent on the holiday cards front this year. I came out of Thanksgiving all gung ho and with a pretty stinking adorable holiday photo idea. Then I got lazy. Then, as the boxes started pouring in, I got cheap. I decided I’d email a “card” to our friends and family, but I didn’t even make it that far. A Christmas morning Instagram shot that I also posted on Facebook was as good as it got.

But it did not come easily. Oh no.

In my experience, there are a few necessary ingredients to a holiday photo–and not all of them are easy to work with. Here’s what you’ll need next year for the perfect Christmas morning photo:

• A pretty, twinkling tree and an abundance of (unopened) presents
• Coordinating pajamas
• An ornery toddler who wants nothing to do with you
• An overflowing stocking with things much more interesting than you and your stinkin camera (even if that something is a cup)
• bright eyed and bushy-tailed Christmas morning patience

Here’s a peek at what your process will look like as you struggle to get all of the ingredients to work together (in case you need proof, this year’s struggle looks an awful lot like last year’s holiday photo struggle):

“My drink and new cup are way cooler than anything you could be trying to do.”

“I’m ignoring you. I’m ignoring you. I’m ignoring you.”

“My little sister is so cute and silly.”

“PRESENTS! Presents, presents, preseeeeents!”“This baby is cuckoooo!”

“Are we done yet?!”

“Fine. I’ll give you my cheese face if it means I can tear some paper.”

Writer’s block: (n) When it feels like someone wedged a few balls of cotton in between the wrinkles of your brain so that any thoughts that actually happen to break through the stringy spiderweb-like obstructions are muffled and slightly confused (just like this sentence). See also: torture.

I’m currently smack dab in the middle (OK, more like at the end) of a mind-sucking freelance project. My clicking finger is in copy-paste-delete copywriting/editing hell, my house is in shambles, and my husband and children are feeling a wee bit neglected.

I feel like I can only communicate in bite-sized, ellipses-filled book review quotes.

How is dinner?
“Delicious… A pleasurable joy ride through the senses… Highly recommended.”

Do you like my picture, mommy?
“Outstanding! The use of color is a testament to [her] skill and vivid imagination… An artist to watch!”

Did the baby finally poop?
“A valiant effort!”

Guuuuuuuh.

Fingers are crossed that when my deadline is met, my house is cleaned, and my family gets a little love, my brain will return to normal and I won’t sit in front of my computer with a blank look on my face, exhausting all options of social media stalking before banging my head against the table in frustration.

One thing is for sure though. If I do anything right, it’s writer’s block. I am a champ!

How do you conquer writer’s block? Any and all suggestions (and gifts of chocolate) are welcome!