Jon Gosselin Gets Caught With ANOTHER Woman, Again

Big surprise!  US Weekly is reporting that Jon and Kate Plus 8 Dad Caught With Other Woman.
http://www.usmagazine.com/news/jon-and-kate-dad-caught-with-other-woman-2009284

And now, they have two family members who confirm it:

http://www.usmagazine.com/news/jon-and-kate-dads-three-month-affair-confirmed-200955

I thought Jon Gosselin learned his lesson last time he went out drinking and got caught with college girls.  Jon, let me give you a little pp talk: If you are a married christian man with a reality tv show who just had a wedding ceremony paid for sponsors on which you promised you’d stay with your wife Kate forever, do you honestly think its ok to get caught on camera, with another blonde, at 2:00 am, without your wedding ring on, calling said blonde woman “babe,” while hanging out at a nightclub called Legends Lounge, or am I crazy for thinking its a little shady?  Answer me this Kate – Who is watching your kids Jon while you are away and you are across the country, promoting a book on how happy and blessed you are?  It looks to me like Jon is watching something else honey.

I’m sick of them, their bad judgments, bad hairstyles, shamless plugs and bad manners when it comes to one another and just about everyone who comes on their tv program.  Will you two just get divorced already?  You can read here about my previous post that has my guess as to when I predict they will file for divorce.

http://thegirlfromtheghetto.wordpress.com/2009/03/11/when-will-jon-gosselin-divorce-kate-gosselin/

These people are making millions of dollars selling their snake oil.  I’m fatigued by their constant presence on my tabloids and media shows.  Shoot a few years ago all I ever heard about was Paris Hilton gossip, and now these two Christian who vowed on tv at their renewal ceremony in Hawaii that they will always be married get mentioned everywhere from US and Star, show up on shows like Chelsea Lately, The Soup and even TMZ and have even been mentioned on Perez Hilton?  America, face the facts:  they look and act miserable with one another and are getting paid by you who foolishly go to their book signings, love offerings, etc.

They have enough money for their kids educations and futures.  Lets all hold hands and say our goodbyes.  I want to move on to other interesting topics, like the L.A. serial killer who is beleived to murder around thirty women.  Now that is what I want to be reading on the internet, not how some lame man continues to go out drinking with young girls in PA.  Blah!

Oh, and a note for all you assholes out there who will comment here and tell me that I’m jealous of them, I don’t understand what its like raising eight kids, or I’m mean or get a life – your wrong.  I do not hate them, their children, or even their show.  I’m not mad they received money for their show or got free stuff or free college tuition.  Nothing you write is going to hurt my feelings, upset me, or convince me otherwise.  Just because YOU are a mean bitch at home doesn’t make it ok that you idolize Kate Gosselin for acting the same way and spew your hate towards me for making you realize YOUR actions are WRONG.  People in love don’t act that way to one another, and let me ask YOU to look in a mirror and ask yourself DO I ACT LIKE KATE AND THIS IS WHY I SPEND ALL DAY GOING FROM BLOG TO BLOG DEFENDING HER?  FYI – I have my own life, and if you don’t believe me, why not read one of my other four hundred and twenty two posts on this blog and decide that for yourself?

Even CNN is reporting that this show may be the kiss of death for the Gosselins.  OMG.  Watch the CNN video here:

http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/showbiz/2009/05/02/sbt.john.kate.drama.cnn

By the way, I’m busy here @ Mayo Clinic, trying to finding out what genetic disease I may have that is destoying my spine, and confirming which type of Dysautonomia I have, among other medical conditions like Neuropathy and allergies.  Anyone who wants to say I don’t understand stress has never sat in a lobby @ Mayo for eight hours with seven jacked up disks trying to get in to see a doctor only to be told, sorry, not today, after not eating for almost 24 hours in the chance you get in and have to go for blood work.  I’ve been here a week now, and I’m not done.  If you think I enjoy having to post about the shame Jon Gosselin has caused his wife again, you are wrong.  I’d rather right a post about my progress at Mayo or talk more about my tv show LOST, or tell you about this great book I’m reading, The Know-It-All, by A. J. Jacobs; or this funny story how some lady brought my hubby water in the gym because he’s cute and then he got all embarrased when we ran into her in the elevator and she said hi to him in front of me, and I laughed and keep teasing him about it.  I could go on and on about how happy I am that Matt Giraud got kicked off of American Idol, even though he’s from my homestate, because he bombed My Funny Valentine, even his first note was off.  I could talk about how now there is Swine Flu in Minnesota, and how I laugh at the thought that I’ll probably catch it at Mayo because I have bad luck; or how Mayo was cool enough to get me in with the man who knows the most in the world on Autonomic Disorders.  But no, 14,000 people wanted to know my thoughts on KON today, so I must blog about Jon because it is topical.  I loved all the tips, because I hadn’t heard about this new scandel until I got emails and comments from blog friends and foes telling me about the US article.  Thank you all who shared the story with me today and last night.

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Eloise Hawking kills her own son, Daniel Faraday on Lost

At first, I had titled this story Charles Widmore is Daniel Faraday’s father, but when young Ellie, otherwise known as Daniel’s mother, Eloise Hawking, pulled out her gun and shot her son dead I knew that was the bigger reveal on tonights fantastic episode of LOST.

First, Americans need to thank President Obama for keeping his speech short.  I wonder if he watches LOST himself?  Because he even left enough time for himself to dash off and watch the show. 

This episode was crazy.  We see a young Daniel, playing paino with his mother Eloise, off Island.  She asks young Daniel the fateful question ”DANIEL, DO YOU KNOW WHAT DESTINY MEANS?”

Interestingly enough, when he knew that metronome had 864 beats, it was a subtle hint that Daniel himself was a time keeper, just like the metronome.  Daniel answered his mother “I can make time” and his mother answers him “If only you could.”  And, there was our forshadowing for the night.

R.I.P. Daniel Faraday.  You will be missed.  I did notice that you died and your constant Desmond lived.  Did you change time somehow that way?  Did you get your boyhood wish to make time?  I know you said you spend too much time on the constants, and not enough on the variables.  You forgot to listen to your own advice with your mother as the most important variable of them all, but we will accept that LOST will never explain why you being Desmond’s constant was important tonight.  But will you on the last episode of LOST?  I hope so… Let’s leave this with Daniel’s last words to a Lostie ”Any one of us can die Jack.”  I wonder if in the end, Jack dies?  Wouldn’t that be the shit?

 

Back to the rest of LOST.  We learn everything from how the Hatch was built, to the fence code 141717, to the reason why they crashed (Desmond didn’t push the button to control the contamination gas, so Flight 815 crashed on the island) to Dr. Chang knowing his son was Miles.  We learn how baby Miles and little girl Charlotte are going to make it off of the island, and even how the mysterious red head off island who was disabled was Daniel’s research assistant and girlfriend.  We’ve seen this scene before, when Daniel is in the fottage, releases the energy.

I think the rest of the season will be the last six hours on The Island.  Will Jack just go back to the beach, or will he somehow convince The Others to let Dharma live?  I loved the cool gun fight at the motor pool.  But even more fun was the one liners this show always delivers.  Tell me who said them and you get the gold star.

• You don’t belong
• I’m from the future
• Helping HG Wells talk to his mommy
• I belonged here just fine until you showed up
• We’re old friends
• Like, Fonzie times?

Will the Oceanic 6 decide to change time and never crash, or are their relationships and bonds to the Island more important to them and they will sacrifice their loved ones happiness and all who have died on the Island’s lives (Like Charlie!)  Thus, will the Losties go native, just like The Others once did themselves?  Interesting to think about...

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Anoop the Poop & Big Rounds Are Getting Kicked Off Of Idol This Week

So, Idol went groovy on us and did a 70s Disco Era theme this week.  Sadly, I barely heard any disco tonight. 

Ever since that beat boxing Blake Lewis hit the American Idol stage, the tables have turned on the contestants and now they have to bring it and by bring it I mean they have to turn water into wine.  Now, while I loved Kris’s version of She Works Hard For The Money, sometimes, I just want to hear a good sounding song.  Ugh.  When they go retro, I wanna hear retro.  Anyone else out there agree with me?  Or am I just in a mood tonight?

First of all, I have to say I was thinking this and wrote it down in my notes way before Randy said it- This season has way better singers than last year.  And, why couldn’t have Anoop sang something like How Deep Is Your Love?  He always, always makes the wrong song choice.  Always.

1. Lil Rounds aka Big Rounds (And I know that you know what I mean!) – I’m Every Woman by Chaka Kahn.  My girl said it best today … “She reminds me of that girl from Flint, Lakisha.”  She explained to me that Lakisha was great at first but eventually got kicked off because she kept giving bad performances.  That is so right on.  All I can say is that I liked her outfit because it showed off her assests well.  And I loved her mama with her hand up in the air.  Then mama was standing up, giving the hand.  Then I think daddy yelled “Karaoke don’t sound like that.”  I don’t care if someone sounds karaoke … but I wrote down “Not so much” next to her name.  It just wasn’t a great performance to me.  She’s going home 100%.

2. Kris Allen – She Works Hard For The Money by Donna Summer.  Wow that was good.  And so different, I was not expecting that performance at all.  Paula said it perfectly when she said it had that “Classy Santana Feel.”

3. Danny – September by Earth, Wind and Fire.  He is going to the final two unless Kris keeps surpassing him like he did tonight.  You guys know Danny is my favorite so I can’t diss him here.  But he can do better.   I loved seeing Paula dance to his performance like a loon as hubby said.  Hee hee, she is so fun on this show.  God Bless her.

4. Allison – Hot Stuff by Donna Summer.  I didn’t like her arrangement, but the girl is a great singer.  I think if she dyed that hair she’s go farther.  Its the pink hair curse on this show.  I just adore her, and feel she needs a record contract. 

5. Adam – If I Can’t Have You – Yvonne Elliman. First, a side note - The Saturday Night Fever Soundtrack is one of the holy trio of soundtracks for me, with the others being Grease and Urban Cowboy.  I’m always thrilled to hear any song performed from any of these soundtracks!  Back on track – Dear Lord, can this man sing.  I think Adam is going to win this, unless people get all hatey towards him for being, ahem, different.  I actually feel bad for him that he’s stuck on Idol because he is such a good performer that he needs to win his Tony on Broadway ASAP.  Its a shame he has to do the Idol tour.  Wow, can’t wait to see him on screen or on Broadway.    That being said, my gay told me to google Adam Lambert kissing boys.  So, for all of those who need to go ghetto, let me help you.  Please don’t take that as a ban, but I have a lot of people at work who don’t believe he is.   

6.  Matt – Stayin’ Alive by the Bee Gees.  I didn’t like it, and he can’t hold a note.  And on this song, he needed to.  I also noticed that the singers or Matt messed up, at one point there was a missed note on someones part.  I know this song like the back of my hand.  My older cousins and I listened to the album just about every weekend for a year.  We will be seeing Matt off in two weeks.

7.  Anoop (The Poop) – Dim All The Lights by I Don’t know but Who Cares?  Um, ok, I was already told Anoop the Poop isn’t very nice, but he makes such dumb song choices I can’t help myself.  Yikes.  He is so going home tomorrow.  However, I enjoy seeing how happy his sweet little parents look each week so I’m feeling sorry for them already.  I loved his dad doing the thumbs down to Simon while still smiling.  So cute!  Oh, yeah, before I foget, does he or doens’t he look like an Asian Ross from Friends?

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I Had Big 80s Hair

Did you spend hours back combing/teasing & spraying your hair with Aqua Net? Ever get a spiral perm? Did you ever take a yearbook picture and not quite all of you hair made it into the picture? How many of you out there had Mall Bangs? I DARE YOU to email me pictures of your awesome eighties hair styles. Or just have a laugh and share tips for the younger generations who strive for big 80s hair.

Yes, I’ve decided to start a group on Facebook called I HAD BIG 80s HAIR.  You know you want to join, so please join and share your pictures.  I want to profile the pictures here on my blog in a few weeks.   

http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/group.php?gid=73376389453&ref=nf

Ah, the 80s.  A special time in my heart, where girls wore big, baggy fluorescent clothes and spent hours perfecting hair so stiff no boyfriend would dare to touch it.  Even though I never technically had mall bangs, I sure knew how to do some big ass white girl hair.  I’ve written a few other posts about my hair and fashions from the 80s, and if you want a good laugh, read them all. 

http://thegirlfromtheghetto.wordpress.com/2008/06/24/in-response-to-my-mc-hammer-hair-email/

http://thegirlfromtheghetto.wordpress.com/2008/06/22/some-of-my-80s-and-90s-fashions/

http://thegirlfromtheghetto.wordpress.com/2008/06/16/back-in-9th-grade-1985-1986/

Um, how many of you secretly wish big hair could stay forever?  I kept my hair long for two years because I wanted to be ready for the 80s resergence.  But now I can’t even round brush my hair because of my bad neck and shoulder.  Sigh.  I keep trying to buy those Bumpits I see on tv but my hairstylist Micky won’t let me.  Damn him.

The Books That Changed My Life

Last night, after getting home from the hospital and waking up at 3:00 am, I read a great question by one of my blog baby friends named Sher.

What are some books that changed your life and why?

I realized that I barely talk about books here and I don’t even know why.  Books helped me survive growing up ghetto, they made me smarter, and they are the best form of entertainment that anyone has ever came up with, except for maybe a really good Eugene O’Neil play on Broadway, because when I saw Long Day’s Journey Into Night with my guy Phillip Seymour Hoffman I  died and went to Heaven that night, but only after getting his autograph on my playbill. 

So, I got to thinking, what books really influenced me, inspired me, changed me, created me, etc? 

And then, my favorite author during the seventies and eighties instantly came to mind, Judy Blume.  I know there isn’t a soul out there under the age of 45 who doesn’t love her.  I first read Staring Sally J. Freedman as herself and I believe this was the book that began my life long fascination of the plight of the jews.  Sally was a smart and sassy girl as I was so I really identified with her.  I adore this book to this day and have reread it  class=”hiddenGrammarError” pre=”it “>many many times.  By first grade, however I may have read Wifey, brought it to school, hid it behind a textbook, and read it over the course of many lunch hours to a table full of kids.  Yeah, I know, I was bad, but I was only trying to teach everyone about sex and love and adulthood.  It’s crazy to think I read Wifey before I read Are You There God, Its Me, Margaret.  However, the more I think about it, the more I remember that Tiger Eyes taught me to begin overcoming my fears.  Even though I love the line “If you don’t have dreams, what do you have?” this book inspired my life quote, first read in spanish in the book Tiger Eyes which also became the t-shirt  I helped design as our camp counselor t-shirt the first summer I spent away from my ghetto.  Oh, are you wondering what that quote is?  My life quote is Life is An Adventure.  If it wasn’t for Judy Blume, I think I would have never had the courage to escape the ghetto, go away to college, and end up working my dream job as a camp counselor.   All this from the girl who desperately wanted to join track but was terrified that she ran funny because she was really clumsy so she never became the jock she wanted to be. 

I read an unknown book about time travel back when I was 14 and sick w/mono.  My extremely dysfunctional mother who was afraid to drive actually went to the library for me every week and just picked out random piles of books. All were crazy fun choices, but there was one that was about time travel and teens. I would KILL to know the name of this book. It was the summer of 1985, and it was a paperback book, so it is an old one.  It started me off on my quest to learn how to time travel myself which eventually lead me to loving the tv show LOST.  I’ve read everything from A Brief History of  Time by Stephen Hawking to A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court by Mark Twain to movies like Somewhere in Time, and Donnie Darko.  

I read The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath as a high school senior and loved it. My high school librarian (Not the stinky one that smelled like boogers, crotch and Primo, the off brand cologne that was supposed to smell like Georgio, but the nice one whose daughter went to Russian and she did the slide show for us in Ms. Smith’s class) loved me, as I was a former assistant in ninth grade, so each week she’d bring me classic literature to read. She introduced me to a lot of good books but The Bell Jar was different from the rest of her recommendations.  It was as if she was saving it for me for the end of school, like she knew I was suffering from something, which I was, but I’m saving that shit for my book.  The book deals with madness and suicide, both topics that are close to my heart.  

I LOVED both the Little House on the Prairie books and the tv show as a child.  I often thought of myself as a Laura Ingalls Wilder type of girl. I wore my hair in two braids for most of my early life, wore print dresses most of the time, and even had a chuck wagon or my Barbies could go to the prairie lands, which was my rock garden that I had made in the back yard. I was completely fascinated by her. Laura, like I, was poor and had a rich nemesis.  Her book On The Banks of Plum Creek showed me that the embarrassment I felt from being poor white trash was ok, as Laura found friends despite her social position in life.  Damn you Nellie, you taught me a lot of lessons and this was how I found the courage to spit in my nemesis’ face at age 11 after punching her in the nose before running into my house to safety.  Of course, fate put the two of us in gym class the next year, a fate I never would have survived except for my good silly friend Patty and the forced daily jogging to Eye of the Tiger and Abracadabra which saved me from the daily tormenting and the eventual shame of my  tiny breasts.  I’m talking semi Carrie moments in the shower here.  Sigh.  Lesson learned, never punch the popular girl in the face if you are two years younger and are flat chested because the bitch will get you back.     

Jane Austen – Dear lord, I adore this woman. Pride and Prejudice really moved me when I first read it in high school. It is hard to explain how I feel so connected to her quickly, so I thought I’d use quote’s from the book instead.  All I can say is that she is just brilliant, funny and very observant, all things I always strive to do myself in my own writing.

“Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.”

“I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.”

“A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment.”

“Laugh as much as you chose, but you will not laugh me out of my opinion.”

Pat Conroy – The Prince of Tides. I read it in Myrtle Beach after I had just faced a huge crisis in my life. Wow, does that man have pain in his soul.  Sadly, I met him and did not have the book in had during the same trip, a move that pisses me off to this day!  Like everyone, I saw the movie when it came out.  My god, I was working at the theatre when it came out, in the concession stand, by myself, making popcorn and working register alone until 2:00 pm and I had a line through the lobby all the way out of the door!  Long before my love affair with dysfunctional family memoirs like Running With Scissors and A Girl Named Zippy, I read all of Pat Conroy’s novels (Except The Boo, self published, hard to find) from this man. Only he, a man who wrote a book called My Losing Season, could make me fall in love about a book that focuses on a sport that I have grown to hate with a passion – basketball.  Prince of Tides has madness and romance and emotions and survival.  Not only did it make me fall in love with the south, but it gave me the answer to the secret I had kept inside me for so long.  I was looking at how to survive, and this book showed me that it was possible anyone could survive a horrible childhood if your will was strong enough. 

John Irving – My god, who doesn’t love him? I actually saw the film The World According To Garp in elementary school and I knew I had to read everything from this man. While I adore both A Prayer For Owen Meany and The Cider House Rules more, The World According to Garp just took the breath out of me. I love this book because I struggled with wondering who my father was for the first twenty-five years of my life. I, just like Garp, also invented fantasies as to who my father was.  He was everyone from Mick Jagger to Steven Tyler, since my mom did grow up in Los Angeles and was pretty enough to have slept with them.  It’s also explained my large bottom lip (Which, sadly, is shrinking due to old age.)  I guess this is why fate paid me back and had me meet Steven Tyler at my movie theatre just a year before my BFF talked me into finding and meeting my real dope of a father a year later.  I love this quote the John Irving has said. 

“As a child, when something is denied you — when there is a subject that is never spoken of — you pretend it’s for the best. But when I was denied information about someone as important as my actual father, I compensated for this loss by inventing him.”   So did I John, so did I.

So, what books influenced you?