Tuesday Train Wreck: The New Definition Of “Glossy”
I don’t think this is what they have in mind when someone asks for an 8 x 10 glossy.
You can see more of Renee Zellweger’s glossy goodness at dlisted.
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Saturday Surprise - Rebecca Romijn
Isn’t she disgusting? I don’t think I have ever seen an unflattering photo of Rebecca. She always looks perfect, and I don’t think she has ever had to worry about how to lose weight in her life. Some people are just too perfect. Don’t you think?
See more at Holy Taco.
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Thexual Thursday - Bar Refaeli
If I ever saw her in person, my wife would make a killing on my life insurance policy. You see, I would be the guy you see walking off the end of a pier, or walking into walls, because he was blinded by the smile on her face.
See more at Celeblog.
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Tuesday Train Wreck - Amy Winehouse
Does Amy Winehouse have impetigo? MRSA? Or something else?
Whatever it is, I think the scientific name for it is “holy crap!”. This girl has been in and out of drug rehabilitation so much, I think it would take a whole team of doctors to figure out exactly which drug, if any, are causing this. I still think it’s just a case of the “holy craps” though.
See more, if you dare, at the Daily Mail.
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Monday Memory - Melissa Joan Hart
Do you remember Melissa Joan Hart from ABC’s Sabrina the Teenage Witch?
I think most of us remember her. Well, here she is now, shortly after the birth of her second child.
It’s good to see someone in Hollywood that had a baby and looks like they had a baby. It gives me hope that Hollywood is not full of aliens and bodysnatchers. I’m serious. It’s so nice to see a celebrity that is “down to earth” and not running from the cops, getting into fights, or walking out of drug treatment centers! Who knew those types of celebrities still existed?
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Friday Surprise: Ashley Alexandra Dupre
I’m not sure she was worth the price Eliot Spitzer was paying, but she’s definitely a looker. You would have to invest a lot of money in penny stocks to make enough to even call her, let alone set up a meeting like Gov. Spitzer did. My goodness. I do know one thing though, pretty or not, I think I would have spent my money elsewhere.
Thexual Thursday - Sophia Bush
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Tuesday Train Wreck
If the news about her arrest had arrived sooner I could have made Dawn Wells my Monday Memory, but instead she gets to be this week’s Tuesday Train Wreck.
By now you might have heard she was arrested back in October and it appeared at the time she was under the influence of marijuana.
Dawn Wells, who played Mary Ann on “Gilligan’s Island,” is serving six months’ unsupervised probation after allegedly being caught with marijuana in her car.
She was sentenced Feb. 29 to five days in jail, fined $410.50 and placed on probation after pleading guilty to one count of reckless driving.
Under a plea agreement, three misdemeanor counts — driving under the influence, possession of drug paraphernalia and possession of a controlled substance — were dropped.
On Oct. 18, Teton County sheriff’s Deputy Joseph Gutierrez arrested Wells as she was driving home from a surprise birthday party that was held for her. According to the sheriff’s office report, Gutierrez pulled Wells over after noticing her swerve and repeatedly speed up and slow down. When Gutierrez asked about a marijuana smell, Wells said she’d just given a ride to three hitchhikers and had dropped them off when they began smoking something. Gutierrez found half-smoked joints and two small cases used to store marijuana.
I am not going to argue whether or not the use of marijuana is a bad thing or not, but I am going to mention that any 69 year old woman who wants to light up, should be allowed too. I just don’t think she should have been driving her car while doing so. Personally, I don’t think she did it. She may have hired those guys to install one of those walk in bathtubs, or maybe even do some handiwork around the house. Who knows, maybe she was just giving them a ride. Give the girl a break.
Thanks for the memories, Dawn!
Monday Memory - Lisa Marie Presley
I’m not sure what to think about this story. If I was caught in such an unflattering photo I wouldn’t like it and I would probably be upset, but as a celebrity eating out I don’t think I would use that photo as an opportunity to be “offended”. If there’s anything that’s offensive it’s the clothes she’s wearing. Talk about the frumpy look.
Singer Lisa Marie Presley is suing the Daily Mail for libel over publishing an article alleging she is overweight.
The 40-year-old daughter of Elvis Presley said the story, which was widely republished worldwide, forced her to confirm she is expecting a baby.
Her UK laywer Simon Smith said claims that she had an “unhealthy appetite” and is “growing like her dad” had left the star “deeply upset and offended”.
Presley called the press “disgusting” on her MySpace page.
I know that pregnancy does a lot to a woman’s body, in fact I know that pregnancy can change a woman’s body forever, but I am not so sure you can go from this:
to this:
simply because of pregnancy. Of course, if I was mortified about the whole ordeal, like she says she was, I guess I, as a celebrity, might not want to be venturing to places where these types of candid photo opportunities are plentiful. But then again, that’s just me.
She’s mad because the Daily Mail article states she has an “unhealthy appetite” and she is “growing like her dad”. Umm.. okay. It’s evident that she is eating more, and it’s also evident that she bears a strong resemblance to her late father. Where is the libel in their statement?
The very definition of libel makes her case null and void. So why even file a suit over this? She’d be better off just taking out some term insurance and hoping for the best. Shut up. You know what I mean. Don’t you?
Goodbye My Friend
Just over a month ago we were saddened to learn that our devoted friend and family member, Flash, had bone cancer.
There is no more sobering word in the English language than the word cancer.
I still remember the day he picked our son out of the bunch of us. We had been looking for the “perfect” family dog for months and had decided to spare no expense in finding the perfect companion to grow up with our children. We contacted a local breeder and went to meet with her and the puppies.
When we arrived we were introduced to Flash’s mother, Pele, and his father, Banner. We got to see their temperaments in action, and we were amazed at them both.
Pele
Banner
We also learned that Banner was the son of Faera’s Future Classic, call name “Thunder”. Thunder is a champion Golden Retriever whose bloodline is well known and whose offspring have produced numerous “assistance” dogs around the country.
Thunder
Magic happened when we got to meet the puppies. Let me just say now, that if we had a bit more money at the time we would have come home with two, or maybe even three, of them. We sat on the front lawn watching the puppies play and one of them walked up to our oldest son and laid down in his lap.
The puppy was making it clear that he picked our son. We played with him a bit and moved him over to the side so we could all play with one of the other puppies, but within moments he was pushing his way back through the crowd and into our son’s lap.
The choice had been made. We paid a deposit and we waited three more weeks to bring him home. That was the day our lives changed forever.
When we arrived to pick him up, the breeder brought him out to us and he immediately ran up to our son. He remembered him, that was very clear. Because he had picked our son we decided to let him name the new addition to our family.
His name was Flash. There were two reasons for this name. One, was the lightning bolt shaped mark on his forehead, and the other was for the superhero. Hey, when you are four years old, it’s important to pay homage to your superheros.
From the moment we walked in the door, I knew this dog was hard headed. Once he got something in his mind, he wasn’t going to change it, and you knew it. He made it clear early on that he wanted to be in charge, so I spent the next few years letting him believe he was.
For nearly six years he has been a devoted friend, an energetic playmate, a trusting guard, and most of all a loving family member. He was always cheerful, he was always happy.
Our vet recommended seeing a specialist who could confirm the cancer diagnosis, and let us know what the options were. As we walked out of that specialist’s office, my wife and I knew what was coming, but neither one of us wanted to face it. We drove home and reviewed our options. No matter what we decided we knew we had to do the right thing for Flash.
It turns out, he made the choice for us. Three nights ago, when I went downstairs to let the dogs in, he was nowhere to be found. It was getting dark and I had to grab my shoes and a flashlight. It took me 15 minutes to find him in the backyard. He was laying in the wooded area behind our home. It took most of his energy to get up, and he slowly limped into the house.
For the next two days he did nothing but lay in his bed by the front door. He could barely walk to go outside to do his business, and once he did he came right back in and laid on his bed.
Two weeks ago, I told Flash that he needed to let me know when it was time. I begged him to tell me when he had had enough. Yesterday, he told me. There was something in his eyes and the way he cuddled into me. There was a message there. He was telling me that he wanted to go. He made it clear that he was done.
I didn’t want him to be done. I still don’t want him to be done. I want to play ball with him. I want to take him for walks through the neighborhood. I want to feel his warmth at my feet. I promised him I would do the right thing when the time came, and I did. But right now, all I want is my friend back.