I’m pretty sure EVERYONE’S favorite part of the wedding is seeing the groom’s reaction as the bride walks down the aisle and he sees her for the first time. A new trend is for this introduction to happen before the ceremony so that the bride and groom can hug it out, and more importantly capture the moment on camera/film so they remember it forever!
These are by far the most unique and creative wedding/engagement photos I’ve ever seen. Wasn’t expecting that!
If you enjoyed these, you might enjoy me post about the 15 Most creative/Nerdy Wedding Invitations
Step 1: Home invasion. Step 2: strap a bomb collar on some rich people’s daughter. Step 3: ???? (spoiler alert, she’s OK)
Seriously, doesn’t this sound like it’s straight out of a Saw film? This is the most fucked up thing I’ve ever read. SPOILER ALERT: she makes it out alive because it was an “elaborate hoax.” Not hoax as in, “haha, just kidding!” but hoax as in, “we don’t know how to make a real bomb but we’ll make it look like it’s a real bomb so you still pay ransom” type situation. Except it’s a little more complicated than that… let me explain.
The poor girl’s name is Madeleine. Except she’s not poor… she goes to the most prestigious school in Sydney and her parents are William and Belinda Pulver, one of Sydney’s wealthiest families. I’m guessing that’s why she was was targeted.
Here are the facts: While she was at home studying for exams in the kitchen, an unknown man broke into the house, put the collar bomb on her, told her it would blow up if she tried to take it off, attached a note to the bomb, and left.
Police were called, they had to bring in bomb experts from Britain. They were able to get the thing off after TEN. FREAKING. HOURS. Can you imagine how traumatized that poor girl is? I mean, I can’t even imagine. That sounds absolutely terrible.
Here’s where things are weird, though. The note wasn’t a ransom note. The note was signed “Dick Straun”, who is the main character in the book, Tai-Pan. Maddie’s brothers and most of her male friend’s go to a different private school, Sydney Church of England Grammar, where the book Tai-Pan was on the recommended reading list last year. Police are seeing if it was possible another student that did it.
There is a large scale investigation being launched and they’re trying to figure out who did it by using forensic evidence on the collar bomb. Hopefully they’re able to find the people responsible and put them in jail for a long, long time. Or they can make them be the next cast members of the Saw film franchise turned reality show. That’d be a fitting punishment, wouldn’t it?
There is currently a bidding war going on for an exclusive interview with Maddie to find out more details, but her family is obviously well off enough to turn down those offers. They said she wants to go back to a normal life and be left alone. So much so that she played in a field hockey game and is taking exams this week. Good for her!
You can read more about the story over at Daily Telegraph, where I stole these pictures from.
I mean REALLY? You had to wear an Ohio State hat? Like we haven’t received enough bad press lately? Sigh. Turns out those private plane rumors when she got released probably ended up being true. A rep for the university tells TMZ,
“We are never surprised to see Buckeye pride displayed across the world. Buckeye hoodies and hats have traditionally been spotted across the world, and we understand that as a result, our logo will be seen in a wide range of news situations, whether positive or negative.”
It was a good effort at damage control, no? Anyway, moving on from my Ohio State butthurtness…. THE PICTURES. Man. They’re crazy. She gained a LOT of weight. I’m not saying she’s fat (she’s not) but it’s just a lot of weight to gain so quickly. She was very thin exiting jail:
These pictures aren’t the best examples. I’m on my lunch break and TMZ has some weird protection on the pictures so I can’t save them. You can look at the gallery here. So I had to find some pictures in Google images and my choices are sparce. In the gallery, the photos of her frame that leave no doubt in my mind it’s actually Casey. Because you know there will be the, “That’s not her!” deniers.
But it’s definitely her. She’s just shaped the same. Yes, her boobs seem bigger and her face is fuller, but I mean… it happens. Maybe she did it intentionally? Who knows. She actually looks better, I think. She cut her hair and has some makeup on.
She was shopping at Old Navy, I guess. What makes me wonder though, is how obviously the photos were taken of her. She’s walking down the sidewalk and straight ahead is someone taking a picture of her. There aren’t any pictures of her walking away or tying to hide her face. And I mean, how can you miss someone with a camera RIGHT. THERE. Maybe they hired an agency to take photos and sell them to the press? Because she couldn’t get any interview money from the big networks? I mean, she’s got to pay for her “treatment” somehow, and a lot of celebrities are selling their own photos now. She pulled a Spencer Pratt!
I love how Jose Biaz, her lawyer, said she’d “never be found.” Like she was in Cuba or something. All along she’s in Ohio, where most people figured she’d go, and it took like… a month to be photographed. NICELY DONE.
She apparently has a hearing with her probation officer in Orlando today or tomorrow. I think her lawyers are trying to get her out of it. To be honest, I haven’t been following the story much post-trial. I don’t really care. But I do think playing detective is fun, and the fact that she’s in my hometown is interesting. If I see her I’ll follow her and sell the address to TMZ fo sho! Pay off some tuition debt! HOLLA. Thanks Casey Anthony.
I’m obsessed with… George! The World’s Biggest dog! He plays with dolls and sleeps on a queen mattress.
D’awwwwwwww! This story makes me happy. After appearing on Oprah, the World’s Biggest Dog has found fame. His Owner, Dave Nasser, just wrote a book about it. Here’s an excerpt of it that tells George’s story, via The Daily Mail. There’s a slideshow of pictures at the bottom also! Enjoy:
The first time we saw George, our beloved Great Dane, he was no more than a tiny, cowering ball of fuzzy fur.
As my wife Christie opened the door of the crate he’d travelled in, he teetered to a standing position and looked out at us, moving his head slowly from side to side, taking in the wonder of it all.
Finally, as if weighing us up and deciding we were acceptable, he tentatively pushed his little nose forward and gave Christie her first lick.Man’s biggest friend: Devoted owner Dave Nasser with George, the world’s biggest dog
Though it didn’t really register, George’s paws were comically large even then. But all we saw was this cute puppy.
We certainly never dreamed he would one day become the biggest dog in the world, standing nearly 4ft high at the shoulder, 7ft long and weighing nearly 18 stone. Right now, he just looked bewildered.
He came into our lives in January 2006, just a few months after we had married and set up home in Arizona. We both had busy jobs, Christie selling medical equipment while I was a property developer, but she had always planned that, once she had a house of her own, she would also have a dog.
She wanted a Great Dane as they make great family pets, so we tracked down a litter of 13, born 1,000 miles away in Oregon. Their owner emailed us a photo showing a chaotic jumble of paws, snouts and tails.
Twelve were entangled with one another, but our eyes were drawn to one pup standing apart from the rest. He was clearly the runt, endearing him to Christie immediately.
George made the long journey from Oregon to Phoenix by plane and we picked him up from the freight area, tired but unshaken.
As soon as George settled into our home, we discovered our plans to be fair but firm parents were wishful thinking.
All the things that make Great Danes wonderful pets — their lack of aggression and their attachment to humans — make them more emotionally sensitive than other dogs.
They need to be with their ‘pack’ at all times and at night the cute pup with intensely blue eyes turned into a caterwauling banshee whenever we tried to leave him alone in the kitchen.
No matter how much we reminded ourselves that he had every home comfort (warm dog bed, warm blanket, warm kitchen, squeaky bone), each whimper created a picture in our heads of a tragic, abandoned pup, desperate for his mother.
Eventually, we gave in and shunted George’s dog bed into our bedroom. In the coming months, Christie really threw herself into being a mum to George. As well as a photo album, he had a growth chart — we were soon reading it in awe.
At five months he still acted like a puppy, chasing his tail and playing games of fetch and tug-of-war with his favourite bit of rope. But he was already the size of a fully-grown Labrador.
He was putting on more than a pound a day and he bounded around like Bambi, skittering on our wooden floors and hurling himself at everything he fancied, including us humans. His displays of affection could leave you pinned temporarily against a wall or a piece of furniture.
His size did not go unnoticed in the outside world. Our local park had a section for puppies but we were bullied out of it by other owners, who were scared George would hurt their pups, — but the opposite was true.
The smaller dogs ran around and under him, and he’d be constantly sidestepping them, obviously anxious and jittery. Slowly we realised that our enormous puppy was a big softie. Besides his terror of being left alone, he had a fear of water.
He’d growl anxiously at the side of our swimming pool, alarmed that his ‘pack’ members would so willingly place themselves in danger of drowning.
If the pool was his most-hated place, his favourite was our bedroom. Eventually he outgrew the single mattress we placed there for him and preferred instead the comfort of our king-sized bed — sprawling between us like some over-indulged prince while we spent half the night clinging onto the edges.
Paws for thought: George’s giant feet dwarf Dave’s hand
In the summer of 2006, we solved this problem by buying him his own queen-sized mattress, which he still sleeps on today at the bottom of our bed.
But soon we encountered another challenge as George reached doggie puberty. Once he had grabbed life by the lapels, now he was grabbing onto legs — table legs, chair legs, human legs, he wasn’t picky — and doing what all male dogs do with the vigour of a canine giant.
He calmed down in the furniture department after we had him neutered, but then he took up a new hobby, eating as if it were an Olympic sport.
A sausage on the barbecue was like a siren to a passing sailor. You couldn’t turn your back for a minute. And he was so tall that he actually had to bend down to pinch food off kitchen counters.
He could reach the high shelves as well, so we had to hide everything away in cupboards. Soon, he was getting through around 100lb of dry dog food every month.
As he approached his first birthday in November 2006, weighing about 14 stone, it was getting physically impossible to make him go anywhere he didn’t want to — including the vet’s surgery. He had not forgotten the time he went there in possession of his manhood — and came out less than whole.
As soon as he recognised the entrance, he refused to move. So I had to take him around to the less familiar back door instead.
For all these troubles, George gave us plenty in return, not least the following year when Christie lost the baby she was carrying.
Evidently tuned in to her grief, George was a constant presence at her side. When she sat, he sat too. When she stood, he stood and padded alongside her to wherever she was going.
His personality grew more delightful the bigger he got. A male Great Dane typically weighs from nine to 11 stone, but by Christmas 2007 George weighed 15 stone — bigger than most men. At this point, he loved being chauffeured around in my golf cart and would sit in it, his haunches on the seat and front legs on the floor.
By Christmas 2008, our canine colossus weighed 18 stone. A friend suggested he might be a contender for the Guinness Book Of Records, but we had other things to think about: Christie had discovered that she was pregnant again.
With size comes problems: George the giant barely fits in the back of his owner’s SUV
The trouble was, when our daughter Annabel arrived that September George made it clear he wanted nothing to do with this interloper. He was used to spending nights in delightful oblivion at the foot of our bed. Annabel’s high-decibel presence simply wasn’t on.
When she cried, he’d wake, harrumph and then turn over in annoyance. Once it was clear the racket was going to continue, he’d exhale heavily again, till one of us finished that mysterious feeding thing we did with the noisy intruder.
But while he might not have cared much for Annabel, George loved her dolls, especially a stuffed green one that played a nursery rhyme when squeezed. Whenever he could, he placed it between his paws and pressed it so he could hear the tune.
It was like a security blanket. It was a period of such big adjustment for him that if it made him happy, then it was fine by us and our patience was rewarded.
Slowly, George understood that Annabel was our pack’s youngest member and in need of his affection and protection. And on Christmas morning, he ended his three-month sulk, acknowledging her presence with a lick of her hand. It was the best present we could have had — although the beginning of 2010 brought more good news.
Over the previous weeks, while Annabel slept, Christie had applied to the Guinness World Records people on George’s behalf. That February, one of their adjudicators came to watch George being measured in the presence of a vet. He was officially declared not just the world’s tallest living dog (43 inches from paw to shoulder) but the tallest dog ever.
The following week we flew to Chicago to appear on the Oprah Winfrey Show and were put up in one of the city’s most luxurious hotels. We had a huge sitting room, dining area and even a bar — but there was just one problem. There was nowhere for George to sleep.
As we enjoyed a gourmet meal and a bottle of red wine that night, he struggled to settle on two roll-out divans provided for him. Infuriatingly, they wouldn’t stay together. So he had his head on one and back end on the other, but his stomach was sagging onto the carpet.
‘You know what we need to do,’ I joked. ‘Give George our bed to sleep on and have the divans in this room ourselves.’
Christie looked at me with a telltale gleam in her eye and I knew immediately my joke had been a fatal error. An hour later, our boy was sprawled in splendour in our huge, fluffy king-size bed.
‘Well,’ whispered Christie, ‘George is the star here, after all.’ She was right, of course, and since his appearance on TV, Giant George has built a following around the world, with his own fan club, website and 70,000 fans on Facebook.
None of this, of course, means anything to George. He still spends his days doing what he has always liked best: eating, playing and sleeping.
Our cherished pet may have become a global celebrity — but really, he’s just one of the family.
Universal Pictures release the first set of photos for Snow White & the Huntsman, starring Kristen Stewart as Snow White. When I heard about this a while back I was worried about the casting choice of Kristen. It’s been well documented that I’m not a huge Kristen Stewart fan. Her acting is one-dimension to me, she breathes really loud in movies to replace actual emotions, and her awkwardness annoys me.
She HAS grown on me a bit recently, and I did see some growth out of her in the latest Twilight movie (DON’T YOU DARE judge me). These shots, released for the San Diego Comicon, are pretty sweet. There are two versions of Snow White coming out next year. One starring Lily Collins, which I think is going to be more fairy tale and will more closely follow the Snow White story we all know. Then there’s Snow White & the Huntsman which IMDB describes as:
In a twist to the fairy tale, the Huntsman ordered to take Snow White into the woods to be killed winds up becoming her protector and mentor in a quest to vanquish the Evil Queen.
It should definitely be interesting. The photos released almost make her seem like Joan of Arc. Definitely a totally new direction for Kristen Stewart. I’ve never seen her play in anything besides teenage angst films and ….teenage angst films.
What do you think about the photos? Think it’s worth seeing? Think Kristen will be chin quivering and heaving breathing her way through this one, too? I hope not.
For those of you not familiar with the story, a political extremist is suspected to have bombed a building in Oslo, Norway then he traveled to a Youth Camp where the Prime Minister was supposed to be speaking that day. He said he was just checking on things due to the bombing. He started shooting people in mass, not everyone knew where the gun fire was coming from. He would tell people to run to him for safety and when they ran to him he would shoot them. You can read a full summary of the story and the bombing here.
Really terrifying details are being released about the incident, such as this girl’s story:
A 15-year-old camper named Elise said she heard gunshots, but then saw a police officer and thought she was safe. Then he started shooting people right before her eyes.
‘I saw many dead people,’ said Elise. ‘He first shot people on the island. Afterwards he started shooting people in the water.’
Elise said she hid behind the same rock that the killer was standing on. ‘I could hear his breathing from the top of the rock,’ she said. In panic, the girl phoned her parents, whispering to them what was going on.
‘They told me not to panic and that everything would be OK,” she said.
Her parents also told her to get rid of a brightly coloured jacket she was wearing to not draw attention to herself. She said it was impossible to say how many minutes passed while she was waiting for him to stop
God. That’s so scary. Can you imagine getting a call like that from your kid? This really (REALLY. Right now) makes me feel sick to my stomach, and reading through it just keeps making me want to cry. Imagine being on A TINY ISLAND trying to hide. It’s like a fucked up version of The Most Dangerous Game.
These few photos are especially disturbing to me because it really does show that it was basically like being hunted. Those kids obviously fled to the coast of the tiny island and hoped he wouldn’t go around the island trying to find them. Obviously he did. I mean, he had a TON of time. People on th news keep saying there has to be a second gunman and there’s no way one man could’ve done all that. IT TOOK COPS 30 MINUTES TO GET THERE. He was the only person on the island with a gun. He had on body armor. What can you do except run? The death toll of 85 (and rising) doesn’t surprise me at all.
This is a photo of SWAT teams finally arriving to the island and rescuing some kids that were hiding from the gunman. Can you IMAGINE how scary it would be to see a bunch of police officers with guns after someone dressed like a cop just tried to kill everyone? In one way you’d feel safe but at the same time you’d wonder if they’re really who they say they are. It’s also strange to see how many kids weren’t dressed. I wonder if they were all trying to swim away or something.
Two teenage boys wrapped in blankets are evacuated from the island by rescue workers. In a way I’m thankful that the camp was full of teenagers that were able to at least run quickly and use critical thinking to hide themselves instead of really young kids that surely would’ve suffered more casualties.
I can’t say anything but my prayers and thoughts go out to the city of Oslo and the people of Norway. I can’t imagine the pain they’re experiencing. It’s a truly heinous crime that was committed, and obviously out of cold blood to kill children like that. I hope the man is brought to justice.