Tuesday Musings

With so much swirling around in the news, I thought it would be the perfect day for random thoughts. From the headlines, through my brain and on this page. Here are my Tuesday Musings:

Just Say No

I know people do drugs but how did Anna Nicole Smith manage to hold her head up with the boatload of drugs coursing through here veins. Nine drugs. Read about it here. Sweet Jesus!! No wonder she looked like Weekend at Bernie’s with Howard K. Stern playing the Andrew McCarthy role. I’m appalled that she was surrounded by people that allowed this to happen. No one looked out for her. And Howard can play the innocent role but he facilitated the entire event. Instead of insisting that she seek genuine medical intervention, he took her to the Seminole Hard Rock in Florida.

This is the man who said he loved her and fathered her baby. Why didn’t he try harder? You can’t tell me that Howard wasn’t the one injecting her in the butt. If he wasn’t, he still knew it was going on. Shame on him. It’s understandable that she was in tremendous emotional distress but nine drugs in your system. Now this was a women who could have benefited from the new rehab trend. Now Howard has custody of a baby. Diabolical. He was also present when Anna’s son Daniel died in the same tragic manner. Pathetic. Sad. Unfortunate. Tragic.

The media whore that he is, I’d like to see him explain his way out of this on Oprah.

Leg Watch: Week Two

Dammit! It won’t pop off. I’m starting to feel duped. Heather Mills was actually good last night on Dancing With the Stars. She still looked like an evil troll and the outfit was a ball if spandex confusion. I’m not a big fan of Paul McCartney but I have to admit there is something preventing me from connecting with his soon to be ex. Despite her off stage drama, I can’t say it enough but it takes a whole lot of balls to appear on the show during this turbulent episode in her life and tote around her designer prosthetic. Her mambo was leagues above the tight-assed versions by perky Leeza Gibbons and still gorgeous Paula Porizkova but not as smoldering as Laila Ali.

Go Sit Down Somewhere

Brit Brit made it out of rehab in one piece but couldn’t resist the temptation to hit the stores for some retail therapy and dinner. Not for nothing but what’s the point of having these huge fancy sprawling fortress homes if you can’t enjoy them. I don’t understand why she can’t chill out for a week or two and have the party come to her. She has enough money that she can have any food or service delivered to her house. She can also shop online or have a stylist bring pieces to her house. She needs to stay underground for a decent amount of time. Go sit down somewhere.

What are you thinking about today?