A fan recently sent Ke$ha a tooth and that gave her an idea:  She wants to make an entire necklace out of her fans’ teeth!

She recently posted this on Twitter “I’ve received 1 tooth from a fan. I made it into a necklace. But now I really wanna make a fan tooth necklace to wear to an awards show.  So.  What I’m getting at is please send me your teeth.  I’m dead serious.  I need your teeth.”

So there you have it.  You can send your teeth (or instruct the tooth fairy to forward them after leaving a few dollars under your pillow) to Ke$ha at:

Ke$ha

P.O. Box 120479

Nashville, TN 37212

Nakia called in this morning to talk about “The Voice” which airs Tuesday nights at 10PM on NBC.  To listen to the interview, click here.

Nakia was the guy who sang “Forget You” during the blind auditions which was pretty risky seeing that Cee Lo Green is one of the Judges on the show.  If you missed it, here is the video from Nakia’s blind audition:

Now you can see why Cee Lo liked him and Nakia is now a part of his team.  I really like this show and Nakia is defienetly one of my favorites.  Besides the fact he can sing and wants to help further my ambitious goal of modeling sweaters in a Wal-Mart circular, he also likes Popeye’s Chicken so how can I not be a fan?

To “Like” him on Facebook, go to: www.facebook.com/NakiaTheVoice

He called in today to talk about “The Voice” and you can listen to the interview by clicking here.

As if it wasn’t hard enough for people to quit smoking, now there’s this:  According to a team of psychologists at Oxford University, ‘No Smoking’ signs actually encourage smokers to light up!!

First of all, the signs are everywhere these days.  And second, seeing the signs triggers a subconscious reaction where smokers start thinking of cigarettes, and then wanting them.  Makes sense.  According to head researcher Brian Earp, “A lot of public health messages are framed in a negative way, say no to drugs, don’t drink and drive, no smoking.  What’s interesting is the ironic effect of the negative image.  No smoking signs are meant to discourage an activity, but what happens is you get a kick back so that the very item that’s supposed to be prohibited becomes more desirable.”

The study basically used image association:  People who had seen images of the no-smoking signs were drawn favorably to other images related to smoking.  According to Brian, “It’s a significant effect which we think would have real life implications.  When I say ‘Don’t think of a pink elephant, I’ve just put the thought of a pink elephant in your head.’”  He says follow-up research proves it even further, and it’ll be released soon.

This should explain why your wife or girlfriend always wants to wake up early on Saturday to do brunch and take on the day when all you want to do is keep sleeping.

A study at Brigham and Women’s Hospital in Massachusetts found that the average woman’s internal clock runs about six minutes faster than the average man’s.  A six-minute difference doesn’t seem like much, but the researchers found it makes a huge difference.

Women are much more likely to identify themselves as “morning people”, have an easier time getting out of bed and have more trouble staying up late when they’re tired.  It also leads to more insomnia in women.  The researchers say that if you are a woman who has trouble with insomnia or constant fatigue, one strategy is getting shades that make your bedroom go completely dark.

Your internal clock is tuned to need darkness earlier so by blocking out all of the light, it makes it easier for you to go to sleep.

As far as stupid baby names go, it’s dangerous territory when you start raggin’ on people’s precious little miracles.  So let’s do it.

Laura Wattenberg is the author of a baby name book called “The Baby Name Wizard”, and instead of running the usual studies to find out which baby names are most popular, she went the other direction and found out which names are disliked.

For boys, names with an “aiden” sound dominated the list (which I can’t agree with as my nephew is named Aiden and he is very well liked!)  The top four most disliked are Jayden, Brayden, Aiden, and Kaden . . . and Hayden came in sixth.  The rest of the top 10 are Hunter coming in fifth, then Bentley seventh, then Tristan, Michael, and Jackson.

For girls, the most disliked name was the ever-controversial Nevaeh.  That’s “heaven” backwards.  The rest of the list includes Madison, Mackenzie, McKenna, Addison, Gertrude, Kaitlyn, Makayla, Bertha, and Hope.

Wattenberg’s study also found some trends about disliked names.  Usually the names that came out of nowhere to become popular experience a backlash.  So do masculine names that suddenly become feminine, and weird spellings.  Some people go the other direction and just hate traditional names, which is how a name like Michael made the top 10.

According to the most recent Social Security Administration data, in 2009, the most popular boys’ baby names were Jacob, Ethan, and Michael . . . and for girls it was Isabella, Emma, and Olivia.

Rick Springfield was arrested for drunk driving Sunday night.  He was pulled over for a traffic violation when the cop smelled alcohol on his breath and gave him a breathalyzer test.  He blew a .10% .which is above California’s legal limit of .08 and was arrested and booked on suspicion of DUI.

But before you get all judgmental, imagine how much YOU’D be drinking if your friend had a girl you wanted to make yours, and you couldn’t tell her you loved her, because the point was probably moot…….

He posted $5,000 bond and was released after he sobered up.  Here is his little celebrity mug shot for your enjoyment.

Weird Al Yankovic unleashed an angry anti-Lady Gaga tirade on his blog Wednesday because he claims she rejected his “Born This Way” parody, but only after stringing him along and wasting his time.  But it may have been a misunderstanding.

Here’s the story: Weird Al wrote a Lady Gaga parody called “Perform This Way”.  He sent the concept and lyrics to her to see if she’d be cool with it.  Weird Al Yankovic Claims Lady Gaga Rejected His “Born This Way” Parody, But Lady Gaga’s People Say It Was a Misunderstanding.  Weird Al says Lady Gaga’s people told him to go ahead and record the track, because she’d need to “hear it” to approve it.  So Weird Al cut his vacation short…rushed back home and recorded and mixed the track.  He sent it to Lady Gaga, and then he got a response.  NO . . . they wouldn’t sign off on it.

Technically, Weird Al doesn’t NEED her approval to release the track, because his parodies fall under “fair use.”  But it’s always been his policy to only release songs in which he’s received an OK from the original artist.  But he did upload the song on YouTube.

Late Wednesday night, Weird Al updated his blog saying that Lady Gaga has signed off on the parody and loves his song.  He added that her people admitted that they hadn’t given the track to her in the first place.

Here is what he posted on his blog (http://alyankovic.wordpress.com/2011/04/20/gaga-update/)

Well, this was a strange day.

After putting my Lady Gaga parody on YouTube this morning – and announcing that it wouldn’t be on my next album because Gaga didn’t approve it – there was a huge outpouring of disappointment from the Internet.

Apparently the fact that she didn’t approve it was news to Lady Gaga herself!

Gaga’s manager has now admitted that he never forwarded my parody to Gaga – she had no idea at all. Even though we assumed that Gaga herself was the one making the decision (because, well, that’s what we were TOLD), he apparently made the decision completely on his own.

He’s sorry.

And Gaga loves the song.

I’m thrilled on many levels to hear this, because 1) I truly respect and admire Gaga as an artist and it pained me to think of her as having less than a great sense of humor, and 2) it means I GET TO PUT OUT MY ALBUM!

As promised, all my proceeds from the song (and the MUSIC VIDEO… I can’t wait…) will go to the Human Rights Campaign.

Thank you, Gaga. And thanks to everybody who had my back.

Whew!

Your pal,
Al

Well, it looks like Ms. Spears still buys her own toilet paper like the rest of us as she was photographed pushing her red cart around Target to pick up a few things for the mansion.  Now, I get why big celebrities have their “people” handle this kind of “common folk” stuff.  Whenever they go out, even just to grab a coffee, the paparazzi chase them around with their cameras and video cameras, people form crowds and ask for autographs and free handouts and it just creates chaos.  Then, they get home and find themselves on TMZ and that never ends up working out well.

But I would think after awhile, you also feel like a prisoner.  Being afraid to go out and enjoy a fine stroll through Target to save a few bucks on TP (that is toilet paper for those of you not hip with the lingo) or sitting in a McDonald’s to enjoy 2 for $1 Apple Pies with the love of your life must be enough to drive you crazy (and no, there is no Britney Spears song tie in to that…or tie in to the fact she was…or is…no…was….crazy).

So I guess props to Britney for rounding up her money mooching, backpack boyfriend and heading out to the big red dot for a fun afternoon of shopping.  And look…she even is wearing bra’s again!  Oh…and it is nice to see that we buy the same brand of disposable cups.  I feel connected to her now…in a non-stalkerish way.

Is it me, or are these types of covers getting a bit old?  Does anyone really find this stuff interesting?

Like any respectable over 21 Bostonian (well, townie suburbanite south of Boston) on St Patrick’s Day I have a Commonwealth responsibility to uphold by honoring a watering hole and taking down a pint or two of beer, preferably Irish.

My choice is Guinness, as is most Bostonians on this day. Lucky for me the bar’s tap I attended in Boston flowed endless.

HOLIDAY BAR PREPARATION 101: Proper planning goes a long way

Now, understand this day I did live my life normally.

4-6 organic and tailored meals to my physique and fitness goals with about 1-1½  gallons of water consumed throughout the course of the day.

I even had myself a little interval session about 2 hours before my first sip of Guinness at 8pm.

ROB’S INTERVAL WORKOUT:
Sled Sprints : 90-225 pounds x 25 yards x 11 sets
Active Recovery between Sprints : Superman’s : 60 seconds AMRAP

The above workout took me about 15 minutes.

After my training session I instructed a group personal training class for 45 minutes at my private fitness studio in Marshfield, changed, and headed to Boston across from Boston Garden.

Now this is when the night still feels familiar.

I enjoyed some conversation with one of the regular’s at the bar, which was packed of course, being Thursday night, Boston, and Saint Patrick’s Day. We threw a few Guinness back together and then he proceeded home. In fact, I also indulged in this delicious corned beef dinner with my few beers.

Straight up Celtic-Bostonian traditional!

Then, as what usually occurs at a bar when I venture out, girls began having conversation with me. Mind you, I do not approach women. It’s not my style. I hang out and let people flow in and out of my space. In fact, I wasn’t even trying to entertain women seeing that I’m sort of involved right now.

Well these two girls decided to spend their evening engaged in conversation with me. Each trying to out-due the other as if one were better.

NOW HERE’S WHERE THE NIGHT IS NOT-SO-NORMAL.

I get up to use the bathroom. Normal.

I leave my beer on the bar at this establishment. Normal.

It is left with my friend bartending behind the bar. Normal.

It is left with two girls sitting next to my drink at the bar. Sort of normal.

I come back from the bar having a few more sips of familiar Guinness.

Meanwhile still texting friends who may be coming to meet me at the bar as I had been doing the previous two and a half hours.

I look at the clock it’s 11:04pm, gave myself a midnight curfew so I could be at my fitness studio to lead another group personal training class at 5:30am.

I look at the clock it’s 4:58am, according to my IRONMAN TRIATHLON wristwatch.

Just before I saw the clock I opened my eyes to see that there is vomit everywhere in my car, I am freezing. Thankfully not the type who panics I reference my memory to understand how this happened.

MY MIND IS BLANK.

Completely VACANT.

I quickly text my instructor-on-call and let her know that I can not make it to class on time and ask if she could lead it for me. Thankfully she says yes.

I attempt to operate my car home and sadly I can merely handle 40mph between the breakdown and the slow lane on I-93 south and Rt-3 south towards my residence in Pembroke.

The entire travel trying to understand what went wrong, how much I drank, who let me leave this way, knowing this isn’t normal for myself and hoping that I arrive safely.

I get home some 50 minutes later crashing into my bed; feeling awful, unnatural, and completely unhealthy. I know there must be some drug in my system at this point because I have not had a hangover in 15 years practically. This is FAR different.

I set my alarm for 8am to try and salvage part of my studio sessions that day (Friday).

I have the craziest dreams. So vivid, so real, it’s almost hard to believe they are not.

I awake, 10:53am, alarm sounding off, ridiculously late, dozens of missed phone calls and text messages from friends and clients.

I fall back asleep near 11:30am and reawaken at 1:40pm.

That’s near 12 hours of sleep for someone who averages 3-4 commonly. Seven hours on an occasional lucky day.

Until 6pm that evening I felt hazed. I could not even perform quick toe raises without the feeling of my brain meeting a sledgehammer quickly dismantling my every thought.

One of the worst effects from being “ruffied” is losing the desire to drink fluids and eat. I went hours before I could put any water in my stomach. Forcing down an organic navel orange took 15-20 minutes. I lost all appetite, but knew it was crucial to begin healing my body efficiently.

Now the next morning I woke up, made myself a frozen strawberry, frozen blueberry and frozen blackberries (all organic fruits) shake with low carb protein powder, had my multivitamin and a niacin capsule and headed to the St. Patrick’s Brant Rock 5k being held in Marshfield (office zip : Brant Rock) next to Arthur & Pat’s restaurant. I arrived with some of my dearest and favorite training family/clients. I ran a decent 21:27 (6:42/mile). Came in 42^nd overall out of 1651 runners.

Not too shabby for a kid who had just been drugged with no control over his body just a day earlier.

After the run I headed to my fitness studio, Robert Belley Fitness, and punished my body with a 51 minute intensive session. Just for kicks, here’s my workout below:

A1) Outward Press          6-8
A2) DB Row                        4-6
A3) Back Squat                  7-9
A4) Weighted Pull-Ups 3-5

    1 Sledge Hammer        75 sec
    2 Box Jumps                   45 sec

B1) Rack Pulls                     5-8
B2) Bench Press (||)       3-5
B3) Clean                             6-8
B4) X-Over Lunge             3-5

    1 Hanging Leg Raise Hold
    2 Plank

It was tough but good.

After my second workout I went home and continued to dig a fire pit my roommate Dominic started in the backyard. Nothing like open fire on the lake during the warmer seasons.

Now why on Earth would I do all this despite being hung over still from the rufilin (Rohypnol)? Because f**k that guy who drugged me that’s why.

I refuse to let someone feel they have the upper hand on me. And to be honest, if it were in a manner of legit ability I’m cool with that. But when someone cheats or tries to under hand I lose it. Very few things in life can do this to me but that is one of my peeves.

And honestly, this has long been my stance: if caught with Rohypnol (Flunitrazepam)or similar substance on their persons distributing or implementing it, should be a minimum 5-10 year sentence.

There is only intent to control another, dismantle their ability to function, stand, walk, remember, have choice, have freedom and protect themselves. It’s truly horrifying what a drug like that can do to someone’s life. I could have died in my attempt to save myself into my car. I could’ve been hit by an oncoming vehicle crossing the busy intersections of Boston, or fell and nailed my head off a curb or edge.

It is a central nervous system depressant in a class of drugs called benzodiazepines. Benzodiazepines are sedative-hypnotics used to treat anxiety, insomnia and sleep disorders, and seizure disorders; they are also used as skeletal-muscle relaxants.
above from http://www.cesar.umd.edu/cesar/drugs/rohypnol.pdf

 

from http://www.a1b2c3.com/drugs/roof_01.htm
Rohypnol has been prescribed as an effective sleeping pill and is also used as a sedative and preanesthetic medication in some countries. The effects of flunitrazepam are fairly long-acting. When combined with alcohol or other drugs, Rohypnol can impair judgment and motor skills and cause memory loss or blackouts (lasting 8 to 24 hours after ingestion). Loss of inhibition can also occur, with or without alcohol. A person under the influence of Rohypnol can appear to be drunk, display no coordination, blood-shot eyes and slurred speech.

 

Sedation can occur as soon as 20 minutes after ingestion. The drug’s effects will peak within 2 hours and may persist for up to 8 hours or more, depending on the dosage. Other adverse effects associated with flunitrazepam include visual disturbances, drowsiness, confusion, decreased blood pressure, memory impairment, gastrointestinal disturbances and urinary retention. When mixed with alcohol, Rohypnol may cause respiratory depression, aspiration or even death. Although classified as a depressant, Rohypnol can rarely induce excitability or aggressive behavior

Again, I did not know I did this or that I left because under this drug you have no abilities or control of your actions.

EVERYTHING IS VACANT.

My driver’s side door is keyed literally over 20 times because I can tell that I must’ve been on my knees, fallen next to my car trying to crawl into it and repeatedly missing the door lock. The scratches travel all the way south along the panel to the bottom of the door. There are key scratches and gouges all around the key lock within 18 inches. That’s how uncoordinated you become on this drug.

It’s deadly and absolutely abusive to do this to someone.

Thank god I did not drive my vehicle under that condition and had the sense to just sit, lock myself in, and throw the keys on the passenger area as to not reach easily. If I had driven I would’ve killed someone or myself potentially. And most likely it would’ve appeared as drunk-driving although it was obviously the furthest from.

Placing someone’s life in a position where they have absolutely no control over it through a chemical means is attempted murder. No doubt.

You have no way to predict what will happen next to that individual while they react or behave under said influence. I could’ve been beaten in the street for bumping into the wrong headstrong person that night and woken up in an alley stabbed, murdered and robbed. Who knows?

The possibilities under that influence are devastating.

AND THANK GOD IT HAPPENED TO ME AND NOT A WOMAN THAT NIGHT AT THE BAR.

At least I’m a durable, strong metabolism, calm individual under said situation who can take a load of abuse before something would ever give. I can only imagine others may have gone to the hospital, stomach pumped, or been raped or robbed or…

I’m fortunate it happened to me and not to a female at the bar. I hope.

So please, if anything, always hold your drink in your hand. Even if you’re somewhere you feel safe and know people do not let your hands off of your drink.

It’s rare for guys to be ruffied but when there are jealous and insecure people around anything can happen to confident individuals as myself. Just be careful.

Rob

www.RBFIT.com

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