It's a good thing that we went to see all the gorgeous orchids today since it ends tomorrow! Oops! The place was packed and I apologise for the sweats wearing heathens in the first picture. Cleveland is not exactly known for being a fashion mecca.
This time I thought we'd go with soccer players since I'm stuck inside for what feels like the 100th weekend in a row. If it wasn't for Premier League Football and golf tournaments, I'd be drooling in my jammies watching the umpteenth Netflix movie that I never wanted to see when it came out in the first place.
I will provide names since I don't expect any of you to be as obsessed as I am. First up- the obligatory David Beckham.
So, I woke up this morning to discover that the snow fairy had come back for another visit! The ground is all sparkly and shiny like angel's wings and my pups scamper and frolic in it like Thumper and Bambi when they were in the throes of first love. It's just the cutest thing ever until you realize IT'S ALMOST APRIL AND YOU WANT TO KILL SOMEONE.
How cute is my girl? She leans on my knee gazing adoringly at her Mama and telling me she will never eat me if I accidentally die while Mr. McSlore is out of town and no one checks in with me for a few days.
Yes, this is a blatant attempt to get Chemgal to adopt a puppy.
I cannot wait for this documentary to air on May 10th. You go, Chaz! And Cher, you should be calling him 'HIM' already. Hasn't it been half a dozen years already? Okay, I'll stop being a bitch. This had to be difficult for everyone involved, and I love Cher so much. I was just so shocked by her reaction back when Chaz first came out, especially since she has so many gay fans. She's still a mother first, I guess.
I was busy writing this morning when out of the blue I hear from Chemgal that Elizabeth Taylor has died from congestive heart failure at the age of 79. I'm really sad about it, mostly because I discovered her great movies during my formative late teens and early twenties. The rent girl in Butterfield 8, the master of campy costume changes in Cleopatra, the sheer genius of a barely hinged woman in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf. All great roles to which she brought great strength and creativity. It says a lot about an actress's talents when you can't even imagine another person playing the parts they so vigorously mastered. Angelina Jolie playing Cleopatra? I'm not sure I can get excited about that, even with David Fincher directing. They better cast Brad Pitt and get them both naked, am I right?
Regardless, she will be missed for many reasons. When you start out as a child star you either learn to adapt and develop a strong personality or exposure to that world will chew you up and spit you out. Taylor had her excesses to be sure, but she was a gutsy broad, in the best sense of the word. She love freely, married often and never gave a good Gaddamn what any of the tabloids said about it, and for that I salute her. I hope she's in heaven right now whooping it up over an endless bottle of Champagne with Richard and Roddy. Salut!
p.s. I know what you can do with all that joorey that's sitting in your home all lonely and unused. I'll pay for postage.
I don't know who the other lady is, but this is Marysol looking all gussied up for a super social luncheon in South Floor-ree-duh. I thought it was cute and Spring-y and you could all make jokes about lampshades, etc.
Why do I have this sudden craving for Good n Plenty?
If you had asked me a month ago who my favorite Orange County housewife was, I would have said Gretchen in a heartbeat. As soon as I knew that Jeana was leaving, I put all my eggs in her basket, a HUGE mistake. She's just as bad as the rest of them, only she was made likable by playing the good guy to Tamra's big, bad bitch. If only these women would just BE, instead of trying to appear as something they're not, like happily married to a sleazeball!
But at least you accessorize him so well!
The more someone insists on something, the more I'm inclined to see it as a cry for help. Bravo, bring back my fun bitches, this is just funny, I mean sad!
I think some asshole injected silicone directly into her face, causing it to sag and harden. She's lucky she's alive, if that's the case. If not, she has to be a burn victim. Has anyone even addressed this issue?
Considering how many little Disney starlets end up abusing alcohol and/or drugs and in rehab, this really isn't all that shocking of a joke. Let's see, there's Xtina, Britney, Demi Lavato, Cubby, Annette.....the list goes on.
Right now I am sipping my coffee and feeling like crap. I've been fighting a bug for weeks now and it's finally taken hold. That's the bad news. The good news is that I'm not married to a worthless piece of shite like Jimbo. God, he's disgusting. The recap will probably not be up until tomorrow, so go ahead and tell me what you thought of his Season 6 debut last night.
Added bonus, Jimbo pointing at the house he USED to own.