Get DCFS Up In Her Ass!!!

On the radio this morning, Jeanette and I heard that DCFS was investigating Brittany Spears because of her recent behavior. Brittany was scene getting into her car (drivers seat) with a glass of wine. How wildly inappropriate, not just because she's a mother, but because that is just not right. I would bet money that Brittany and Paris are doing the nasty after the long nights of clubbing. They look like a couple of dime bag whores waiting for their next John outside of Washington Mutual Bank. I hope DCFS takes her kids away, and I pray that they don't give K-Fed custody!

In other news, what is the deal with Brit's boobs??? I know she has a young son and milk production is happening, but I have a hard time believing that she would be breastfeeding since her boobs are not removable for the nanny to use. There was a picture of her boob that looked freaky...I will try to find it. No such luck, it was some nasty looking boob job though. Looking at the pictures above, two them were taking the same day since they are wearing the same outfits, but Brit's boobs are like totally different.

Maybe, I should start worring about something else other than Brit's boobs and the welfare of her children!

I Won't Have To Wait Long...

CariDee and Amanda's shoot in the water as fairies. CariDee's Cover Girl photo shoot picture.
Melrose and Eugena's dual photo shoot as ethereal fairies.
Melrose with her ghetto wig.
Melrose's final Cover Girl photo...notice how they took off all of her moles!

Great news...CariDee was named America's Next Top Model last night and I couldn't be happier. Although, I loved Melrose's pictures (her personality left much to be desired) I am glad that CariDee pulled it off. Melrose by far out performed the rest of the girls on their photoshoots, but CariDee's winning funky personality won her the crown.

The British version will be premiering next Wednesday at 7pm. I am so excited for BNTM (Britain's Next Top Model)!

One Ring To Rule Them All!

After watching Clerks II, it reminded me of how close I am to becoming a D & D dork-a-zoid. I absolutely love both trilogies (The Lord of the Rings and Star Wars) and wouldn't be able to choose one over the other. Lucas fucked up Episode 1, 2 and 3 so that doesn't count when I talk about Star Wars. Don and I watched the first two Rings movies and will be watching The Return of the King tonight after Survivor. I don't usually think of myself as a huge nerd-o, but when I blog about how much I love "The" Trilogies, I embarrass myself.

I Hate To Love It!

eminem - Shake That



I am not a feminist by any means, however; Eminem has time and time again offered nothing but degrading hits. I absolutley love this song, but hate the message that it sends. I am not the biggest fan of Rap, Hip Hop and RB and I am not a supporter of woman bashing, but this song has got such a beat...and Nate Dog...wow...that voice is sexy. I think its disgusting that music artists (if you can even call Eminem that) can get away with talking about women like this. These rappers are not setting a good example for young boys growing up in todays world (I didn't actually have to say that because that seems fairly obvious, however, we don't stop this kind of behavior). Marshall is not going to be so pleased when someone treats/talks about Hallie like this song...I think he might just bust a cap! I wish Eminem would think about his daughter when he's writing these songs or about young kids everywhere that are listening to his music! All that said...I still can't stop listening to this song!

Here are the lyrics (I have italicized and bolded the lines that shock me):

(intro - eminem )shady, aftermath there she goes shaking that ass on the floor bumpin and grindin that pole the way she's grindin that pole i think i'm losing control

(verse 1 - eminem)get buzzed, get drunk, get crunked, get fuucked up hit the strip club don't forget once get your dick rubbed get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit faceted pasted, blasted, puke drink up, get a new the bathroom sink, throw up wipe your shoe clean, got a routine knowin still got a few chunks on your shoestring knowin i was dehydrated till the beat vibrated i was revibed as soon as this b is gyrated and hips and licked them lips and that was it i had to get nate dogg and his sing some shit

(verse 2 - nate dogg)two to the one from the one to the three i like good pussy and i like good trees smoke so much weed you wouldn't beleive and i get more ass than a toilet seat three to the one from the one to the three i met a bad bitch last night in the d let me tell you how i made her leave with me conversation and hennessey i've been to the mutha fuckin mountain top heard mutha fuckers talk, seen and dropped if i ain't got a weapon i'm a pick up a rock and when i bust yo ass i'ma continue to rock getcha ass off the wall with your two left feet it's real easy just follow the beat don't let that fine girl pass you byye look real close cause strobe lights blind

(verse 3 - nate dogg)we bout to have a party (turn the music up)let's get it started (go head shake your butt) i'm lookin for a girl with a body and a sexy strut wanna get it poppin baby step right up some girls they act retarded some girls are bout it bout it i'm lookin for a girl that will do whatever the fuck i say everday she be givin it up

(chorus - nate dogg) shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me come on girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me ohh girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for mec ome on girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me

(verse 4 - eminem) i'm a menace, a dentist, an oral hygentist open your mouth for about four or five minutes take a little bit of this flouride ?? swish but don't spit it, swallow and i'll finish yeah me and nate d-o double g looking for a couple bitches with some double d's pop a little champagne and a couple e's slip it in her bubbuly, we finna finna have a party

(verse 5 - nate dogg) have a party (turn the music up) let's get it started (go head shake your butt) i'm lookin for a girl i can fuck in my hummer truck apple bottom jeans and a big ol butt??some girls they act retardeds some girls are bout it bout it i want a bitch that sit at the crib with no panties on knows that she can't but she won't say no now look at this lady all in front of me, sexy as can be tonight i want a slut, will you be mine?i heard you was freaky from a friend of mine

(bridge - eminem)i'ma hope you don't get mad at me but i told nate you was a freak he said he wants a slut, hope you don't mind i told him that you like it from behind

(chorus - nate dogg)shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me cmon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me ohh girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me cmon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me we bout' to have a party (turn the music up)let's get it started (go ahead shake that butt)i'm lookin for a girl with a body and a sexy strut wanna get it poppin baby step right upsome girls they act retarded some girls are bout it bout it i'm lookin for a girl that will do whatever the fuck i say everday she be givin it up

outro - eminem)there she goes, shaking that ass on the floor bumpin and grindin that pole the way she's grindin that pole i think i'm losing control god, come one(eminem makes noises)i ain't leavin' without you bitch come here home with me ample boy, and his boy, and this boy, and this gurl haha, they call(deep breathing)

My Favorite Tranny!

I have been totally obsessed with Fergie lately, can't get enough of Fergilicious! It is the most fantastic song in the world. Now, Fergie's body may be banging, but look at the man bones on that face and the alien type shape of that trannies head!

T - to the A - to the S - T - E - Y girl your tasty!

P.S. If you look closely at the picture ou can see nipple...which is quite small considering her breast size...maybe those are man nipples on implants!?!

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Random Hatred

* I hate when people want to control everything even though their ideas are not as good as someone elses. Maybe this is because I am also a control freak and can't stand people telling me what to do and how to do it, especially when I am right or have a better idea.

* I hate that everybody is making fun of Brittany and her lack of underwear. It is not a crime to go commando and I regularly take part. I hate wearing underwear and probably flash people once in a while, the only difference is that I don't have cameras following me everywhere. There's nothing wrong with a free show now and again.

* I hate that it has become acceptable for stores to charge $78.00 for a pair of sweatpants. I went to Victoria Secret with my sister this weekend and she was about to buy a pair of VS Pink sweatpants. I literally had a break down in the middle of VS. I am outraged by this. Who the fuck woulds spend $78.00 on a pair of fucking sweatpants??? Ridiculous!!!

* I hate when people think I have a bad attitude purely because I call people "dumb bitch" or "fucking idiot". I don't call people these names because I have a bad attitude, I call people these names because it is me calling it as I see it.

* I hate that people don't shovel their sidewalks after the snow. It turns into an ice slick the next day and if your walking on the sidewalk (weird, pedestrians aren't supposed to walk in the street) you just about bust your shit every other step.

*** There are so many other things that I hate, but those are just a few of the most recent annoyances!!! Enjoy!!!

Snow Boy!

It's cold...I wanna go inside now!!!

Wow...this is slippery!
Hi Dad! My hands cold...I don't think it was a good idea to take my glove it off anymore...can I have yours???
I love snow!!!

Donovan loved the snow, which surprised me because getting his snow gear on was less than desirable. He wouldn't stand up or walk in his boots, didn't want anything to do with his hat and gloves and kept kicking us with his boots while we were getting his coat on. As soon as he hit the snow, he was like a totally different child - couldn't be happier, in fact, didn't want to go back in!

Thanksgiving Is Over???

I can't believe that Thanksgiving is over already and its almost Christmas. There are times throughout the year that I crave Thanksgiving food, and then when it gets here it is kind of depressing because the year is almost over. I am not a huge Christmas fan, but it does get me kind of bummed out (kind of like the Grinch). We don't have a huge budget for Christmas presents so I always feel like a cheap shit for not getting people great gifts. Sometimes family hassels get in the way of actually enjoying the holidays. I love putting up decorations but get sick of them shortly before Christmas. I also feel like (not to be preachy and weird) people have forgotten the esscence of Christmas and the meaning behind it. Christmas is a time to be with your friends and family and enjoy their company and be thankful for the blessings in your life. I feel like I myself forget about how to be appreciative of Christmas and what it stands for, but I am going to make an effort to keep the spirit of Christmas alive and not be like the Grinch!

Cute D Pictures!

My Favorite pouty face pose!

I almost have a full mouth of teeth!

Your giving me THAT for breakfast!?!

The Best Day Ever??? I Think NOT!

Spongebob Square Pants had his Best Day Ever that started last night at 7pm and runs for 24 hours worth of episodes and then the movie. I do enjoy a Spongebob episode or two, but 24 plus hours of Spongebob is more than I can take. I do know that I can turn the TV off, but our TV is on pretty much all day long (mostly for background noise). I could change the channel, but I don't actually want to watch TV, so I just left it on. Donovan likes Spongebob and even he got sick of it. I was dreaming of other shows like The Fairly Odd Parents, Jimmy Neutron and other Nick shows. I can't get Spongebob's signature laugh out of my head and I fear that I myself will be laughing like that from now on.

This Made Me Laugh For A Long Time

Okay, So I do actually realize that this isn't that funny, but I just about peed my pants after seeing this! Another great forward from Jeanette's mom!

Separation Anxiety Wanted

Is it wrong that I want my son to have some degree of separation anxiety??? I am so overjoyed that he is comfortable being with me and daddy and doesn't have any anxiety about either of us leaving. He does occasionally have some separated problems when we are both leaving him and it is with Emily, but other than that...he pretty much closes the door in my face.

He knows in the morning that after I am showered, dressed and getting my shit together that mommy is leaving soon. He goes to the door, tries to open it, after I open it and he hands me my shoes, makes kiss sounds, gives me a few kisses, waves goodbye and most of the time shuts the door on me before I can actually grab my purse. I actually get about 10 goodbye kisses before the door is officially slammed in my face, but still...come on kid, could you cry like a little bit! He does the same thing to daddy too when it is daddy's turn to leave, so I know it's not just me. On Saturdays (grandma's day), he practically pushes me out of the door.

I am seriously happy that he feels comfortable, safe, adjusted and secure and doesn't suffer from separation anxiety, but some amount of missing me would be nice...for me. I can't really recall anytime that we had separation anxiety issues arise, even when he was a baby. I think he is just so adjusted to both mommy and daddy time, that it makes no difference who he is with.

Monkey Boy!

Donovan's 2nd Halloween was fun. He was the cutest monkey I have ever seen. We couldn't have picked a better costume for him, he looked like a little monkey running down the street, hanging on the table, spilling tokens, hopping and jumping around. We did not trick-or-treat much, just down our block for visits, because he can't really eat all that candy and I don't want to have to eat it! I really love Halloween!

Update

Wow, time flies! I haven't blogged in a long time! So here's an update...

Donovan got his 1st real haircut last weekend. He looks so handsome and old. I can't believe how a simple haircut has transformed him into a little man. He doesn't look like a baby anymore. I didn't really think about how sad I was until now about his haircut. He is growing up and I can't believe he is almost 2! He loved the hair cut lady because she gave him a sucker to keep him busy while she cut his hair, that was a fantastic sticky and hairy mess...thanks lady!

Donovan also got a pet fish for his room this weekend. It is a crowntail beta and his name is Fido. He is really cute with an iridescence body and a mean ass looking face. Donovan loves him. We got an Lavaquarium for Fido to live in that lights up in all different colors and has bubbles. It looks just like a lava lamp and is really awesome. It is helping him sleep in his crib at night.

I cut my hair too. It's really short. I cut about 8+ inches off. I didn't get a sucker though!

We are going to go to the circus on November 3rd! We got really good seats and if you go an hour before the show starts you get to watch the pre-show practice thing. I can't wait! I don't think Donovan will sit for the whole circus, let alone the added hour before.

We decided on Donovan's Halloween Costume...a monkey! It is really cute, we are going to spruce up the store bought costume with some additional pieces and it is going to be just darling. I haven't decided on what I am going to be, probably the pumpkin like always - the costumes still at work, so I don't see why not!

Well, that's all I can think of and all I have time for.

Funny Things!

Holy Road Rage

Here's the story...

Don, Donovan and I were going to see Grandma Taco in Downers Grove this morning. We were getting on the Eisenhower at Des Plaines so we were going to be merging into the left hand lane. Now, at 10:30am on a Sunday, there was no traffic. I had my turn signal on and was in the process of merging when the small SUV in the left lane decided to speed up and run me onto the shoulder. My reflexes are super sharp because I had my middle finger up and ready for when she passed us, which was only with a few inches to spare. Since there was no traffic the bitch should have just moved into the center lane if she didn't want cars in front of her, instead of waiting and then flooring it to pass me before I merged into the left lane. So, needless to say, I was a little pissed off...Don too. I immediately merged into the center lane, caught up to her, drove right next to her honked to get her attention and Don and I gleefully flicked her off while screaming obscenities at the dumb bitch. She immediately slowed and changed lanes. We watched her in the rear view mirror swerving in and out of lanes and making a lot of distance between us. We then see her coming up fast next to us, Don said, "Ohhh, looks like this bitch wants something!" We look over at her and she is gently displaying what looked to be a Bible at us through her window. She took off fast, but not quickly enough to miss our final flick off. Don and I were laughing at the whole situation and we got to Grandma Taco's without any more problems.

Here's my question...

What was the purpose of displaying her Bible to us?

Was she...
A. Showing us that God is on her side?
B. Afraid that we were going to bust a cap in her ass?
C. Afraid that we were satanic crazyies?
D. Not able to express road rage appropriately?
E. Just a Bible banging weirdo?
F. Not holding up a Bible, but a Koran?

The Word Wizard

Donovan had his 18 month check-up today (I can't believe he's 18 months old) and it went pretty well. We, unfortunately, had to change pediatrician because our old doctor dropped my insurance company. The new doctor's office is nice, the staff and nurses are great. The doctor was different. It's not that I didn't like her or that I didn't think she was competent, it's that she didn't wear a white doctors coat. I don't know what it is, but that white coat really has an impact on me. It's probably conditioning, but I really like the white coat. I was skeptical about Donovan's 1st doctor and then came to absolutely love him, so I'm sure this one will work out too, it will just take a few visits for me to determine for sure.

Good news, Donovan is doing great! He got 3 shots, in the arm...not the leg this time, which I thought was a little weird since his arms have less meat. Our hopes of him becoming a basketball player have once again been shot down the toilet...Surprise surprise! He's a shorty, but everything is perfectly proportioned. I voiced my concerns about Donovan's language development and I pretty much have decided that I am over-reacting. His doctor is totally not concerned, either was his last doctor, and my mom has continuously told me that he is developing on target, in fact ahead of most 18 month olds she knows and boys talk less and later than girls do. I trust my mom over anyone on the development stuff, she majored in ECE and she's been the director of a daycare for a long time. My mom is just the baby lady. She knows her stuff and this is her purpose, her life, her passion. Even though every expert has told me to stop worrying, I can't seem to get it out of my mind. He's a smart boy and he is ahead of the developmental curve, I guess I was just expecting a word wizard.

My Sister The Hottie!

Maggie and I absolutely adore the show America's Next Top Model, it is sinful...yet delicious! I am totally not into fasion, but I love the photography and the drama! The season premier is Wednesday and I couldn't be more excited about the cast. Personally, if Maggie was old enough for the show, I think she would totally get casted and win! Or maybe she could just go into porn! Whichever...DSL's baby! I'd be her agent!

My Creative Genius!

Spending time with grandma is great fun mom! She lets me get so messy!

Acting 101

Disbelief

Worry

Shock

Contemplative

Ideals Vs. Reality

I have been thinking recently about how my ideals of parenting have changed since Donovan came into my life. Things that I thought were big no no's in my head for parenting and things that I said I would never do are things that I find myself doing with my son. It has started to bother me because I never thought that I would change my ideals and give in. The things that bother me the most are the pacifier, co-sleeping and TV.

IDEAL: I was adamant about NO pacifier. I thought that it was a bad habit and that his thumb would do fine to soothe and comfort him. My sisters and I never had a pacifier and we're just fine (expect for my oral-fixation). I absolutely hate children who walk around with pacifiers in their mouths, especially when they are like 5 years old. I always felt that the pacifier was an "easy" way out for parents and that it would hinder language development.

REALITY: I started using a pacifier with Donovan before he was even 24 hours old. He had an insatiable sucking instinct and my nipples needed a break. My nipples hurt worse than the C-section did. I demanded a pacifier and we have used it ever since. Our rule is that he only gets the "binky" when is is going to take a nap or got to bed. We stick to that most of the time, but sometimes we get weak and break down. When he hurts himself...I get the binky, when he is crabby but it is too early for bed...I get the binky, when he colors or paints...I get the binky (that one is so he doesn't eat the crayons and finger paint). I have tried so hard to let this go, but I feel guilty for introducing the pacifier. Everytime I give it to him when it isn't bed or nap time, it drives me nuts.

IDEAL: Children sleep in cribs. I was so against co-sleeping. The bed should be an off limits area to children kept especially for moms and dads. Parents need an intimate space for themselves.

REALITY: This is all Don's fault. I wanted him to sleep in his crib in his room when we came home from the hospital, but Don insisted that he sleep with us. We used the little mattress with the side thing in the middle of our bed. It was really easy for me to breastfeed him in the middle of the night every two hours, so I got lazy. I also got accustomed to having Donovan with me at night. Then when I decided that I wanted my bed back I had a nightmare of a time getting him to sleep in his crib. I was so frustrated that I would break down in tears. We started the sleeping in the crib when he was almost 1 year and after about a month of complete frustration, he got use to it. Then summer hit (fucking heat) and Donovan sweats like a little pig. The minute his eyes close, he is dripping with sweat. We only have two window units in our bedroom and in the living room, so back to sleeping in our bed because mommy felt awful that you were so damn hot! I seriously couldn't bear to leave him in that hot ass room while he was sweating so profusely. Since the temperature is cooling off again, I am going to start the crib sleeping routine again. I will miss him so much at night - he is a great snuggler. FYI - co-sleeping doesn't really effect sex, just makes it more interesting!

IDEAL: Children under the age of 5 shouldn't watch TV. Blah blah blah, we all know why!

REALITY: Donovan wakes up in the morning and goes to the living room and turns on the TV, Cable box and AMP to watch Sponge Bob Square Pants and Dora The Explorer. He does this all by himself. Donovan really only watches TV in the morning until breakfast and then sometimes at night. The TV is pretty much on all day long, but not really used. I watch about 3 hours of TV a week when Donovan is awake and watch movies with Don when Donovan goes to bed. I should just turn the damn thing off, but I really enjoy the background noise. We do listen to music a lot but even when were not in the room the TV is on. There is no TV watching during meals or snacks. I feel like he could easily turn into a TV addict since he has been able to work the entertainment center properly since he was like 12 months old.

***Okay, I am done, sorry for that. I needed to get that off my chest so that maybe some of my guilt will dissipate. Looking at the big pictures these things must seem stupid to most people for me to feel guilty about, but I am so stubborn about things that it bothers me that I gave in.

That Was A Quick One!

I finished Running With Scissors today, I started Tuesday so I am impressed with myself. It was a really good book, I couldn't put it down. Jeanette and Sarah are also going to read it and we are going to CPK to discuss it! I can't believe how fucked up people/situations are. This book is labeled a memoir, but I find that hard to believe. I know that there are fucked up families and that not everybody grows up in a normal household, but seriously...read this book and tell me how unbelievable this family unit is!

When Nature Strikes!

What happens when you have a very hungry 5 foot ball python and a man with white latex gloves sticking his hand in the feeding tank???

Snake bite!

Serp, our 5 foot long ball python, was ready for his feeding today since he has gone a while without one. We could only acquire a large mouse at the local PetCo (sorry Sarah, I like them better than PetSmart) and he usually eats a large rat. We got two just in case one split or was rotten or whatever. I prepared the hot water to defrost the little bugger while Don transferred Serp into his feeding tank and cleaned out his home tank. I don't exactly like to handle pre-killed anything so I don't actually touch the mouse to make sure that it is completely defrosted (and yes, I do put them into like 3 baggies just to make sure nothing gets out). So, I told Don, "foods ready" and he opened up the bags and held the mouse by its tail (he wears latex gloves while doing this) and then hovered the mouse every so gently above the tank through the open crack at the top. Serp seemed very uninterested because Don told me that, "its too damn cold for him". I was like well, "If he's hungry enough...he'll eat it an be just fine"! Meanwhile, Don was doing the mouse dance (dangling the dead mouse around the tank to piss off the 5 foot snake) to entice Serp. Well, Serp was enticed and was about to strike when the mouse tail slipped from Don's hand and bonked Serp on the head. Serp was pissed, not only because the mouse attacked him...but because the mouse was still an icicle. I was about to go get the other frozen mouse to start defrosting so we could try again, when Don said, "Let me get this one out first!" I was like, "BAD IDEA!!!!!!!!!" Don didn't heed my warning and went to grab the dead frozen mouse. Now lets just think a moment...Don was wearing white gloves that looked like little Mickey Frozen Mouse and he was clearly warm enough to eat and a moving target getting awfully close to the strike zone. Big surprise here, Serp bit Don. Don pulled back and Serp re-coiled, both a little scared. Don has very minor bite wounds and thankfully Serp is a constrictor and not venomous. Serp ripped through the gloves and left 3 or 4 puncture type wounds on the webbing part of Don's hand between his thumb and pointer finger. Not a serious injury at all, so I don't feel bad when I can say, "I told you so" and actually have great proof to back it up with. Don's not much of a baby (I think to protect his masculinity) but if that was me, I would have shit myself and then cried all day long! Good thing I'm not a fuck-tard with nature!

My Reading Goal!

Since the BAMF's aren't going to be meeting until beginning of November, I have decided to set some reading goals for myself. I really like having book club once a month because then I am constantly reading. I usually finish our club book in a week and then have some time to read one in between. I am a little disappointed that we are waiting two months for our next meeting since the book we are reading looks like a quick read kind of book. I have already started The Amateur Marriage by Anne Tyler but haven't been able to really get into the book. I started it before The Carnal Prayer Mat and haven't picked it up since I finished. I am determined to finish this one since it would bother me to leave a book half read. I also decided to read Running With Scissors By Augusten Burroughs. I have heard that it is a really good book so I have motivation to finish The Amateur Marriage first. So, if anyone else would like to read either of these books, we can arrange our own personal meeting.

P.S. This would be posted on our BAMF's blog except I was having technical difficulties with the posting!

I Need A G.A.D Transplant!

Does anyone know of any good G.A.D transplant surgeons??? If so, tell them you know a girl in a funk with a broken G.A.D (Give A Damn)!

So work is really bumming me out, I am frustrated and angry with management and not much I can do about it. I should expect this because it happens quarterly when I show up on the P&L reports as an "L". Instead of looking at my 10 years experience, my vast knowledge of the business, my ability to run things blind folded with one hand tied behind my back and my overall dedication to the mission and success of the company...I am considered a loss not a profit. Why? Because they have to pay for those things. I do understand the reasons for considering me a loss, but really I hate that they have no appreciation for dedication and knowledge. I know that I am not the Bill Gates of this company, but I really feel that I help make our center successful. I also know that the center would survive without me, but I would like to think that it wouldn't be as efficient...or fun!

I don't know how to fix my broken "give a damn" but I do know that maybe it is time for a change. I'm going to put my resume out there and see if anything happens. I really don't want to make this kind of change in my life right now, but at some point my G.A.D isn't going to bounce back and I may go postal!

P.S. Thanks Jeanette for introducing me to the G.A.D phrase - I just love it because it describes how I feel, perfectly!

Finally!

So we have had to wait like 5 months(?) to meet little Suri Cruise and here she is. She's not black, to my suprise! I just wonder if she is all that the wait has cracked her up to be? She's kind of scary looking...maybe she is an alien after all - or it could just be Tom's sperm!

You Like My Shades???

You can call me...Elton John!

Crikey...I Can't Believe He's Dead!

This is my tribute to Steve Irwin the Crocodile Hunter. I seriously can't believe that he died. His show was one of my favorite Animal Planet shows of all time. I feel so bad for his two little kids, his wife and Suey (his dog for those of you non-CH watchers. I loved his enthusiasm and respect for animals. He was one of the top conservationist in the world and will be dearly missed. The way he passed is so shocking to me - it was meant to happen and it was just his time to go do bigger and better things!