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45 Moments That Reminded Us How Much We Love Ellen DeGeneres In 2013
1. When she went all out for Portia’s birthday tribute.
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*Which included making out with Sean Hayes to recreate their wedding ceremony!
2. When she let this Bruno Mars–inspired crooner serenade her and hold her hand.
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3. When she and Prince Harry went to Disney World and had a fantastic time.
5. When she had Steve Carrell on her show and he came like this.
6. When she gave this adorable dancer a chance to practice with his hero.
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7. When she may or may not have gotten Diane Keaton tipsy during the show.
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8. When she waved her hands in the air like she just didn’t care.
9. When she joined forces with her best impersonator, Kate McKinnon, and it was glorious.
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10. When she sent Sophia Grace and Rosie to the MTV Movie Awards and they blew bubbles with Zac Efron and took selfies with Emma Watson.
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11. When she told Talia Castellano she would be an honorary CoverGirl.
12. When she invented this innovative new product called “The Autotwerker.”
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15. When she and Cher accidentally wore the the same outfit, but it wasn’t awkward.
16. When she surprised Jennifer Aniston by letting her dad in during their fake soap opera.
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17. When she was totally OK with Dancing Nana upstaging her in front of her whole audience.
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18. When she and Beyoncé shared this facial expression onstage.
19. When she was just as surprised as us to learn the correct pronunciation for Uranus.
20. When she looked super-happy wearing this hat.
21. When she invited a 9-year-old golf pro to compete against Justin Timberlake and only slightly embarrassed him.
The First Date That Changed Everything
My husband and I separated after 30 years of marriage. When I met someone on eHarmony, my whole perspective shifted — but not in the way I thought it would.
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Everything that comes with a relationship can be counted — in years, losses, gains, money, friends, family. The end of a marriage deserves an accounting. The numbers matter. We had been married 27 years. Two sons. Four houses. Thirty Christmases. The list does not have an end. Sometimes, emerging from a divorce, it takes a while for things to add up.
Three years ago, when I was 56, I suggested to my husband that he move out of our house in New Jersey. Our marriage had been faltering for years. As he was settling into his new apartment in Manhattan, he called. He was struggling. He said that he didn’t want a divorce. He was sorry for his part in our breakup. It was October; he promised that we, and our two sons, would still spend that Christmas together as a family. We pledged that we would always be friends, and our family would survive. We would stay separated for a year and, somehow, together, figure out this whole thing.
Five months after our pledge, and six months into our separation, my husband called. It still wasn’t unusual for him to call me. We spoke every few days. We even met for dinner or a drink on occasion. After a few minutes, as we were about to hang up, he told me that he was “seeing someone.”
“Seeing someone.” Two words that splintered my head into speechlessness, followed by a dizzying internal stream of, What about “Our family would survive”? What about “We’ll always be friends”? What about “We’ll get through this together”?
I sputtered into the phone:
“Who is she?”
“You’re seeing someone?”
“Are we supposed to be dating?”
“What about me?”
“What about us?”
“How old is she?”
“Are you getting married?”
“What if she wants kids?”
“Who is she?”
My ex-husband is a business executive. He runs meetings. When I paused to catch my breath, he answered every question with purpose.
She was 39 or 40. (He was my age.) She was “very successful.” He told me where she worked. He said he would always be in my life. “Nothing has changed.”
He said he would never be with anyone “who didn’t understand this.”
And: “I told her I have two sons in their twenties, and I don’t want any more kids.”
Three months after that phone call, and nine months into what had become a separation that was now laying bricks on the road to divorce, it was time, according to friends and family, to “put yourself out there.” “Maybe go online.” “See someone!”
One girlfriend had started a profile for me on eHarmony. It took two weeks for me to bite — a solitary Friday night, over wine, when I was feeling especially feisty and brave. So I named myself Isabella on my eHarmony profile, put up a year-old headshot, and watched half in fascination, half in horror as eHarmony’s computerized compatibility matrix churned out a slew of Santa Claus look-alikes — some on Harleys. (Not my type.) But eventually one stood out — a 59-year-old IT guy from Manhattan. We agreed to meet for dinner in my suburban town one July night. I wore my favorite black dress with the cool belt. It was my first date in over 30 years.
We sat at a table by the door, across from a misplaced water sculpture. We politely bantered back and forth about how each of us ended up middle-aged and single. We picked at tuna and scallops, washed down with wine for him and vodka for me. We talked about our jobs. He said this was his first date in a while. He told me he practiced Buddhism, and he said at a few points that I had good energy.
I wasn’t feeling it. What I was feeling was tangled. Absurd. Inept. I didn’t want to be there anymore.
While we were eating our way through 30 seconds of awkward nothing, I asked:
“So, you’re holding a baby in one of your profile pictures. Is that a granddaughter?”
“No,” he said. “I don’t have any grandchildren. That’s my niece’s daughter.”
He did have one daughter, he continued. She was 40. And she had no kids — was the kind who would hug them, and then be happy to give them back to their parents, he said.
“Wow,” I said. “What’s it like to have a child in her forties at 59?”
He said she was born when he was 19, and he was in and out of her life until she was older. Their relationship was less of a father and daughter, and more “an adult relationship.” They were friends.
He tossed around some loving adjectives to describe her. She was “very successful.” He told me where she worked. She was, he explained, dating an older man.
As my date continued to talk about his daughter, I half-listened. We really didn’t have anything in common. He continued to tell me that, “about three or four years ago, when she was around 36 — she’s 40 now, and will be 41 in December,” she asked him how he would feel about her “dating a man who was almost his age.”
I nodded, while swirling my scallop in sauce. I looked up. I didn’t think much of what he was saying. Until he said, “He told her that he didn’t want any more kids; he already had two sons in their twenties.”
My brain clicked, my breath was stuck, and my stomach was walloped with a pang of odd familiarity. My head tilted. It took me a minute to find my voice.
“Is your daughter’s name Michelle?” I asked him, fully expecting him to answer with, “No, it’s Karen.” Or Danielle. Or Tiffany.
“You know my daughter?” he asked.
My head shook sideways. My face crinkled. I lost my fork.
“Is her boyfriend’s name Jim?”
His expression discombobulated into complete bewilderment. Not a word came out of his mouth. I came out of my body. The room became a blur of scurrying waiters, and all I could hear was the water recycling through its bad sculpture.
“I think… your daughter…is dating… my husband.”
My head sunk. My hands were clenched.
“Your. Daughter. Is. Dating. My. Husband.”
And then what he had said earlier hit me: His daughter came to him about the older man she was dating “about three or four years ago.” Three or four years ago. My husband and I had separated less than one year ago. We were already a cliché. Now we were a soap opera.
I chugged my martini in record time. My date, who was not a drinker, more of a sipper, poured his wine to the back of his throat. I ordered another.
We finished dinner, stupefied; our heads shaking simultaneously. We were not sure where to take the conversation, beyond different ways of saying: “What are the chances?”
“In the millions,” I thought.
We ended our date, said good-bye, and I drove home and sat outside on a concrete step just beyond my back door until the sun came up. My body was frozen in place; my mind was reeling round and round over my whole life. About how the undoing of my marriage, and the cracks, came early on. That we were a couple that friends often called mismatched — the whole “opposites attract” thing; we often battled — and how my husband and I had been on a long, circuitous sleepwalk to somewhat separate lives for decades. Our disagreements, or arguments, were emotionally brutal — I was usually a devastated, dilapidated, wet mess; he was always resigned. We often threatened to end it, but we were all words, no action. Since separating, we still had to figure out how to untie an old familiar knot.
The discovery that night on my date, by happenstance, that my husband had apparently started his new life before he ended the old one was the pivot. Up until that moment, I was hoping my husband and I could have some sort of relationship — keep the family together, in a small way. I called my husband the following morning. He had already heard about the date and about what I had heard — a three-year relationship. He denied it. I was a wet mess. He was resigned.
My life then became an interminable, two-year thwacking. I was soldiering through a twisty jungle of mediating, lawyering, betrayal, abandonment, lies, dividing, ranting, crying, fighting. I was falling to the depths at least once a week, but like a warrior, I methodically dug my way up and out every single time. For the first time in my life I spoke honestly with family, friends, and just once, a therapist about how unhappy I had been in my marriage. I wiped off a false “everything’s fine!” smile that I had become a master at shouldering. I then decided that the 30-plus years — half my life — that I had given to this one man was enough. My wobbly self was turning into stoic.
And I soon noticed, with time, that leaving my husband and the mess that came with it brought no intrusion on, nor destruction of, my female psyche. I was more resolute than ever to stay whole. I was able to see the possibilities and the promise that could come with being single and free of the anguish that comes with trying to make a bad marriage good.
Then all of a sudden, I began to feel alluring, vibrant, sensual. I also dug out my “flirty.” I was smiling more. I was more self-assured. Poised. No longer was someone telling me what I was not. I was having unbidden and impromptu moments of pure, unbridled joy. And then it started raining. As in men. Without much effort on my part, and without yearning, men (more than I can count) just wanted to connect. They came from chance encounters, setups, friends, the past.
Men who didn’t see me as a number; as a woman of a certain age. Fifty-year-old men, 40-year-old men, an 80-year-old or two, and a small chunk (just once) of a 35-ish male. They haven’t all asked me out for a date. And that’s not necessarily what I always want, but they keep coming. I now notice the subtleties, the nuances, and the chemistry that can happen, serendipitously, in a relationship if you continue to champion whomever you become after a divorce.
So I’ve put on that same favorite (almost threadbare) black dress with the cool belt for just about every first date I’ve had. Since my first date in 30 years, three years ago, I’ve been told “I think I love you” twice. I was scolded for not picking up the tab after rejecting a second date. I was stood up by a golf pro. I stood up a hot Venezuelan. I had a catfish experience named “Albie.” And I’ve developed caring and loving relationships with more than a few good men.
And in those three years, I’ve come to believe that the one and only date delivered to me through fate was my 59-year-old eHarmony IT (Buddhist) guy from Manhattan. He was sent to me for a reason. He was a vessel of knowledge and insight — a karmic gift that ultimately added up to more than I knew. The small spark that ignited the changes that have transformed me into someone who is divorced on every level from my ex-husband, who is happy being single and dating and has no desire to ever be married again. A nice man who, in just 90 minutes, unwittingly gave me back myself.
Trump Is Going On A Long Vacation, So Here’s Everything Hypocritical About That
Everyone deserves a vacation, even the President of the United States. No human being is meant to work non-stop. But as Donald Trump gets ready for his first long vacation, it’s interesting to look back on what he’s said about taking holidays in the past. Normally, it would be pretty unfair to criticize a president for taking some time off, but here’s why Trump’s first long vacation feels fairly hypocritical.
Trump, who is set to go on a 17-day vacation to his central New Jersey private golf club in August, habitually criticized former President Barack Obama for taking breaks.
Yeah, these tweets didn’t age very well.
Since becoming president, Trump has gone golfing at a far higher rate than Obama.
As you can see from the tweets above, Trump was very critical of Obama any time he played golf. But, according to PolitiFact, at this point in his presidency, Obama had only played golf 11 times. Meanwhile, Trump has already played 21 times.
In Obama’s first year as president, he took 26 days of vacation in total, according to FactCheck.Org. Compared to other presidents, that’s actually a pretty low number. President Ronald Reagan, for example, spent 42 days on vacation during his first year. So while Trump attempted to portray Obama as lazy, the numbers paint a very different picture.
Trump is set to spend more on travelin his first year alone than Obama did in 8 years, according to CNN.
As of July 30,Trump had spent at least 58 days at one of his propertiesand at least 43 days at one of his golfproperties since becoming president, according to NBC News. So, six months in, Trump has spent 30 percent of his days as president at one of his properties, and 22 percent of his days at one of his golf properties.
These frequent visits are racking up quite a quite a bill. It’s estimated every single visit to Mar-a-Lago, Trump’s Florida resort, costs roughly $3.3 million.
Trump said he wouldn’t be a president who goes on vacation.
In the past, Trump has questioned what the point of taking a vacation is.
During the U.S. presidential campaign, Trump said,
I would rarely leave the White House because there’s so much work to be done. I would not be a president who took vacations. I would not be a president that takes time off.
Well, talk is cheap, and Trump either changed his mind, or wasn’t being fully honest when he said this.
Bets Are In: Celebrities Who Know Their Gambling… And A Few That Don’t
While some of these celebrities and sports stars have a lucky streak that keeps them at the top, others have definitely been punished harshly by the poker Gods for their hubris outside the casino. So next time you’re at the Bellagio and see some celebrity action, don’t go any closer before reading our list. You’ll know if you should be betting against them or if it’s better to just stay away! BF_STATIC.timequeue.push(function () { if (BF_STATIC.bf_test_mode) localStorage.setItem(‘posted_date’, 1408973852); }); BF_STATIC.timequeue.push(function () { document.getElementById(“update_posted_time_3427764”).innerHTML = “posted on ” + UI.dateFormat.get_formatted_date(1408973852); });
“If you’re playing a poker game and you look around and can’t tell who the sucker is, it’s probably you.” – The legendary Paul Newman.
From winners to losers, there’s all kind of surprising faces hitting the roulette and blackjack tables, even playing professional poker!
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3. But the list of celebrity gamblers goes on…!
4. Michael Jordan
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From losing $57,000 the night before playing the Nicks in ’93 to losing 1.25 million on the golf courses to Richard Esquinas, rumors of heavy losses in gambling for this sports star are all over the web. While we would definitely steer clear from him on the basketball court, apparently our chances against him in a casino aren’t half bad!
5. Charles Barkley
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Michael Jordan’s BFF ‘Sir Charles’ is no stranger to the casino tables either and, like Mike, his gambling has cost him tens of millions of dollars. Barkley has told the press that it’s nobody’s business but his own, thereby proving that when it comes to gambling, his trash-talk is worse than his bite.
6. Jason Alexander
Jason Alexander has proved himself a notable poker player, playing big tournaments like the World Series of Poker and faring nicely. He’s also participated in Poker Celebrity Showdown, where he won the tournament final. Looks like Georgie boy is no loser after all…
7. Tobey Maguire
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We’d love to see Spiderman save the day, but not when he’s sitting across from us at a casino table. Toby Maguire is rumored as being a great poker player, but he’s also said to be a very sore loser. And like almost every other Maguire hobby and project, he shares his love of gambling with his significant other too.
8. And no, we don’t mean Jennifer Meyer
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Apparently Leo and Toby’s bromance pastimes include participating together in poker tournaments, including illegal high-stake ones. Toby reportedly uses Leo’s presence to draw billionaires and other deep-pocket players to their poker table, in order to promise himself a higher win. Awww <3 <3
9. Woody Harrelson
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Although the ‘Natural Born Killer’ himself admits to losing way too often and way too much while playing in Ceasars palace in Las Vegas, we would still be afraid to meet him there. Or anywhere else. Especially in dark alleys, when he looks like this.
10. Tiger Woods
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Golf pro Tiger Woods has been reported to betting $200,000 on one hand of blackjack, and gambling anything around 50 million dollars since turning pro. We don’t know how he fares in the casino but, win or lose, not a lot of people can afford to play for those stakes. So debating whether or not to play Tiger is, for most of us, a no brainer…
Trump Has Traveled So Much, The Secret Service Can’t Afford To Pay Its Agents
President Donald Trump hasspent so much on travel since entering the White House, the Secret Service can’t afford to pay its agents, according to a report from . Just how much does Trump spend on vacations? Well, according to , the Secret Service has already spent around $60,000 on golf carts rentals alone this year while protectingthe president at Mar-a-Lago and Bedminster. So far in his presidency, Trump has spent at least 75 days at one of his properties and 58 days at one of his golf properties, according to NBC News. All of these visits apparently aren’t cheap. It’s estimated it costs roughly $3 million every time Trump visits Mar-a-Lago, for example, and he’s taken seven trips there since becoming president. As a consequence of all this, the Secret Service is suffering financially. According to the report, 1,000 Secret Service agents have already hit the federally mandated caps for salary and overtime allowances that were meant to last the entirety of 2017. If Congress doesn’t approve additional funding for the agency, it will reportedly not be able to pay agents for work they’ve already done.
A lot of this is linked to the fact Trump has a big, active family.
In an interview with Kevin Johnson of,Secret Service Director Randolph Tex Alles said the agency is dealing with an unprecedented number of people to protect under Trump. To put this into perspective, Trump has 42 people under protection, while Obama had 31. This is very costly. In addition to his wife, Melania Trump, and youngest son, Barron Trump, the president’s older sons, Eric Trump and DonaldTrump Jr., also have full-time security details. Both Eric and Donald Jr. both travel across the world to further the interests of the president’s business empire, which he has ongoing ties to. In one such example, Eric cost the Secret Service almost $100,000 in hotel rooms alone during a business trip to Uruguay.
Trump’s ties to his business empire appear to be costing the Secret Service a lot of money.
When Trump became president he placed his business holdings in a trust to be managed by his two sons, Eric and Donald Jr.Historically, most presidents have put their assets into blind trusts managed by third parties, so this was a controversial decision. Given Trump is still in close contact with his sons, many feel he hasn’t distanced himself enough from his business empire. It also now seems that his continued ties to his businesses are linked to exorbitant costs for the Secret Service.
To summarize: In roughly seven months as president, Trump has placed the Secret Service in a terrible place financially due to things such as his frequent golf outings and the fact he refuses to fully separate himself from his business empire.
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