Hello can I call it....

October 26th, 2010
05:30 PM ET


Talk about the sweet smell of success! With hit records, a book, a doll line and a nail polish collection already under his belt, teen idol Justin Bieber is now set to launch his first unisex fragrance called My World.

WWD reports that the My World Collection will consist of scent-infused wristbands and dog tags available in designs such as Icon, Energy, Tour and Web. Sixteen-year-old Bieber tells the paper he was actively involved in developing the product.

“They actually brought me a bunch of stuff to smell today,” says the mop-topped star. “One of them smelled too young, too fruity. One was really good.”

With any luck, he'll follow in the footsteps of fellow singer Britney Spears, whose own fragrance collection has raked in millions. Not surprisingly, Bieber says he's a fan.

“I actually like the Britney Spears perfume on girls," he admits. "It smells good.”

Mark Marino -- Special to CNN

Foo Fighters - Wheels

Candy Commotion

My recent bout with the flu left me about 10 pounds lighter. In bed for four days, insides cleaned out, dehydrated and weepy (no tears hence the lack of fluids part, so whiny might be a better word), a stinky mess, but many would say, "guess who can fit into her skinny jeans!" Not to be picky but the older you get you can lose the weight, but the skin's still there... another story for another time. Anyway what has shocked me and left me wrecked is my inability to digest once staple in my diet... Chocolate! WTF!... means 'why the face' (sure). My daily routine has been disrupted. My M&M's, red, green, blue, yellow, orange, and even brown... denied!! Snickers, 3 Musketeer's, 100 grand... denied, denied, denied! Why!? I pray to Willy Wonka to answer me! Mr. Hershey hear my pleas, why am I rebuffed my fifth food group? I suppose I have kept the weight off but it's not like I'm going to the prom or working for the cover of Sports Illustrated (hahahahahaha, I think I peed a little, hahahaha). I will be making an appointment with Jacques Torres (Master Chocolatier) so he can analyze my chocolate chips, chunks, cookies, cakes, whatever it takes to bring the sweet back to my belly.

Blow Out

Why while reading a book of bettering yourself stuff, like 'leave something on your plate', 'practice deep breathing', 'say "Hi" to a stranger', 'don't eat while you're angry', 'no late night snacking', or 'read a book to a child', the book has 8,000 ideas and I can only focus on the food things? And they make me hungry!? So I run out and eat Burger King onion rings and a Dairy Queen chocolate covered strawberry blizzard! My lactose intolerant, onion filled paunch will have me laying in the fetal position in a matter of a hour! Couldn't I just have 'broke a bad habit', 'smile at someone in line', nope self-destructive me...

Confessions

This is how my day has felt so far...

What do you know?

I only have known two things. First, I have wanted to be a mom for as long as I can remember. It was the hardest and most joyous thing that has ever happened. And I was blessed with three handfuls, I mean children. My oldest, well I can't talk about him until court is over. So the jury's still out (ha-ha...). Like I said lucky (ha...). My middle, my too smart I don't know what to do with, is eleven. And tomorrow she heads out to go camping with her class. She has never been gone from home. She has been to sleepovers in the neighborhood, where she has returned home on two hours of sleep and full of happiness to share. But her being gone for three days is new. Big deal to her and me. My youngest, bouncing off the walls, running around in circles, can't sit still unless he's sleeping, is six. He has lost his front teeth and is beyond precious. But disgusting because he tries to gum kiss you. Anywho I love them, they know it, and I hope I haven't messed them up too much... ok court and gum kissing, troublesome but not catastrophic, shimmer down. And duh, I get a second chance when I get to be a grandma, maw-maw, g-ma, nana, whatever I'm called I have heaps (I better) of time to figure that out yet... And number two or secondly I really don't know. I just wanted to sound like I was insightful...smart?

My mom's Da Bomb

Walking kids to school in my bleached out peace t-shirt, red hoodie, baby pink fleece reindeer pajama pants, crocs, make-up smeared eyes, singing the new Willow Smith 'Whip My Hair', doing the swarm of bees around my head movements, and they didn't tell me to stop... Priceless.

Switchfoot - Dare You To Move

Sesame Street:Song: I Love My Hair

Homeless Man Under Pressure.mov

She-Wolf

So when ladies, gals, girls, women, chicks, whichever, have a date, the kind where they may get lucky, they all seem to say the same thing- I got to shave my legs. I always thought that was stupid due to the fact that it really doesn't change the other areas that perhaps need more than shaving. Let's say you are in an 38-45 age range, will smooth legs cover up the dimpled cottage cheese ass? (unless you are a genetic freak or work-out, I hate you) What about those bat wings? If you get animated you're going to break someones nose. Only scalpel not a razor would fix that(hush Shake Weight ladies, not asking you). How about where your boobs are located now? I suppose you could get a good bra and insist it stays on because its sexy. And while you're at it try to push up that inter tube around the middle (not talking to you gym junkies, I hate you still), double the breast size in some cases triple or more. But caution if he snaps the bra off there could be visual and physical scarring. My idea is a headband that can hold your I-Pod. Placing it on your head and playing a football game or some trance like pictures, he will never look away. Right? We are talking about the male species. Anyway sex is sex- so shaved legs don't matter. And love is love- so shaved legs won't matter. Apparently I have made this whole story null and void.

Assured solace

I may be naive because I just learned of the 'danger triangle of the face'. It is the area from the corners of the mouth to the bridge of the nose, including the nose and maxilla (mustache bone, many jokes so little time)- Thank you Wikipedia. So basically nose-picking (yes!) and popping a pimple (yes!)in this area could cause an infection that could spread to the brain... and kill you! Dum Dum Dum Dum! (that's my music, catch on peeps). Hello, sounds a little urban legend - Mikey and the pop rocks, the Wookalar (see "Private Eyes"), and too many M&M's can cause fat, pleeeese people. This has put me into a slight panic. By showing my panic is that leading readers to believe I have violated the triangle? Panic means a sudden overpowering fright, so do I care whatcha all think? Should I seek out professional medical attention for my booger and blackhead needs? Will I need two doctors, a dermatologist and ear, nose, and throat specialist? Will I need treatments over time? Will I need to be comforted after each procedure? Will I fall into the 'Nightingale' syndrome, where I fall in love with my caregiver?!--- Or is that an urban legend?... back to Wikipedia.