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The Real Housewives of NYC (Back to High School)

  • April 8, 2009

Tuesday night’s episode opened with another meeting for Jill’s charity, Creaky Joints. The producers at Bravo decide to throw Kelly a bone instead of under the (school) bus and portray her as a saint when she pulls a bunch of high-end donations out of her ass makes several contributions to the silent auction, including a portrait session with her ex-husband, Gilles Bensimon the wrinkly old French guy top fashion photographer. Jill points out that Kelly’s behavior at the last meeting was really weird but whatever, now she’s on board with the varsity cheerleader’s car wash charity event.

Ramona showed up at the meeting and it was the first time she had seen Jill since Mario and Jill got all pissy with each other at the Page Six party. Ramona inquired as to whether the tennis match was still on and Jill agreed right away, feeling confident since Justin Gimelstob agreed to be her ace in the hole partner.

LuAnn spends some time at the Boys and Girls Club of Brooklyn. She wants to help the girls build self-esteem and a positive self image. LuAnn bores the girls silly with some drivel about how her husband, Count Chocula, built the Suez Canal and tells them before she met the Count she was just a regular old American Indian girl (feather, not dot). LuAnn asks some of the girls what they want to be when they grow up. One of the girls says she wants to be a babysitter (and LuAnn laughs). Another little girl wants to be a model and LuAnn asks her to stand up, so she can see how tall she is. The short little girl is a poster child for childhood obesity but LuAnn tells her she “has plenty of time to grow, she has a beautiful face, and dieting is easy!” LuAnn single-handedly destroys any self esteem the little girl has and Jenny Craig just got another life-long customer.

Oh, excuse me, my cell phone is ringing. Hmmmm…it’s my friend Janice in New York. I wonder why she’s calling me at this time of day. It must be pretty important.

Me: “Hey Jan, what’s up?”
Janice: “You will never guess who I was just in the elevator with!”
Me: “Oh my God, If you tell me it was one of the Real Housewives of NYC I’m going to shit!”
Janice: “I was in the elevator with Ramona Singer!”
Me: “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Janice: “I had to walk the other way when we got out of the elevator so she wouldn’t hear me call you.”
Me: “How’d she look?”
Janice: “She’s tiny.”
Me: “She’s had some work done.”
Janice: “She looks good.”

Janice did some super-sleuthing and discovered that Ramona’s office is not far from where she works so Janice is going to try to keep tabs on Ramona. Stick with me kids because thanks to Janice, my Real Housewives re-caps might include some “behind the scenes” gossip not filtered through Bravo’s fine editing process.

Jill invites Bethenny over to see her newly decorated apartment and as soon as Bethenny takes it all in she delivers the best quote of the night: “It’s like Liberace, Versace, like, la cucaracha-y.”

And those shiny tables that consist of the letters P-O-P? And another O because those things look like shit.

Kelly and Max go on a date and he tells her that, after their last date, he found sparklies all over his face from her super greasy Bonne Bell makeup. Kelly enjoys the “flirt-fest” a little longer and then grabs her Trapper Keeper and brags to all the girlfriends gathered around her locker, “Everyone wants to go to the spring prom with Max and Max wants to go with me!”

Meanwhile, Jill’s sure thing, Justin Gimelstob, made up an excuse hurt his back and can’t play in the match against Mario and Ramona. The Mean Girls Jill and Bethenny ask Simon to play in the tennis match instead.

Simon is so excited to be included in the popular girl’s clique he forgets to ask about the hazing ritual.

On the day of the big match, Ramona marks her territory by peeing all over the lobby refuses to wait inside by the tennis court which forces Simon to hide until she finally leaves. The Mean Girls do not want to miss the opportunity to use the element of surprise to their advantage.

Finally Simon arrives courtside and begins to plaster himself with terry cloth sweatbands. Ramona and Mario spoil the fun by refusing to get all jacked up about Simon being the mystery player.

Simon proceeds to play the worst tennis I’ve even seen and Alex slumps further down in her chair, counting down the minutes until she can get drunk enough to forget the whole humiliating experience.

Ramona and Mario win the match, natch. The Mean Girls thank Simon for being such a good sport but then wait for him to fall asleep so they can put his bra in the freezer and his fingers in warm water. They laugh hysterically when he pisses himself and then go back to having a pillow fight in their t-shirts and underwear.

Well, there you have it. Another satisfying episode of Saved By The Bell The Real Housewives has come to an end.

Stay tuned next week when the Housewives grow up and head off to college.

Oh, before I forget. I’m also working on a post for The Real Housewives of New Jersey preview. It’ll be done, well, sometime. Did anyone else see it? If not, I have a few teasers for you: hairless cat, strip club, blowjob.

I know!

I So Needed This Today

  • April 8, 2009

Look what Missy at That’s So Missy did! She’s given me an Adorable Blog award. I only hope that some day my blog will look as good as Missy’s. Make sure you head over and check her out!

I pretty much knew Missy and I would hit it off, especially after I discovered she went to college in Iowa and digs Gordon Lightfoot as much as I do.

I’ve seen these awards floating around the blogosphere and now thanks to Missy, I have one of my very own. It couldn’t come at a better time either. I’m having one of those weeks where blogging has felt like something I have to do instead of something I love to do. I’m having a busy week and things should be back to normal soon.

I want to pay this forward by awarding the Adorable Blog award to the following adorable bloggers:

Re-Ramblings
Dispatches from the island
Andria and Co.

Dispatches from the island is Jorge Garcia’s blog. He plays Hurley on Lost which is my favorite show of all time (his blog is awesome too). I’m not expecting him to get very jazzed about my bestowing this award on him (or even acknowledging it if I’m being realistic), especially since it’s an Adorable Blog award and not a Your Character on Lost Totally Kicks Ass award but I don’t care.

Anyway, thanks again Missy – you made my day!

Award …Rules
– Include the award logo in your blog or post. Nominate as many blogs which you like.
– Be sure to link to your nominees within your post. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.
– Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.

I Practice Rock Band Instead of Yoga

  • April 6, 2009

When the offspring started school last fall I decided I would start attending yoga class with Amy. I tend to be a bit high-strung, and hyper, and thought yoga might chill me out a little. I’d always been a cardio queen and I thought practicing yoga would be a healthy alternative to banging away on the StairMaster for forty-five minutes while I read Us Weekly. I bought a pink yoga mat and thought about all the new yoga outfits I would buy.

I imagined I’d feel a bit like Jennifer Aniston, or Gwyneth Paltrow as I breezed off to class in my yoga capri pants and ponytail. I’d probably have to call around to find a place that had lots of classes because I’d be so dedicated to my new yoga practice I wouldn’t want to skip a single day. Bikram, Ashtanga, Hatha, Vinyasa, hot yoga, I’d try them all until I decided on a favorite.

For my first yoga class, I wore a baggy pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. Even though I was sure I’d love yoga, I wanted to get a feel for the most comfortable yoga wear and thought I’d see what Amy and some of the other class members recommended. I also paid for an individual class versus a package even though I knew I’d be totally in love with yoga after my first session.

The instructor’s voice was soothing and calm. It was quiet and there were candles and soft music. The class lasted an hour and at the end, we laid on the floor in the dark covered with blankets to keep us warm. Everyone seemed relaxed and refreshed when the lights came back on.

Unfortunately, I’d never been so bored in my entire life.

Seriously, for me it was like watching paint dry and I don’t think you’re supposed to be all “clock-watchy” in yoga class. And the poses were really uncomfortable. I hadn’t yet lost the twenty three pounds I’m no longer carrying around so perhaps I was not as bendy as I’d be now. I also failed to achieve any kind of zen-like state but that was probably because my sweat pants were wedged pretty far up my ass crack after the instructor asked us to do something I’ll call “pretzel pose”. I wondered if Jennifer or Gywneth had ever given themselves a wedgie in yoga class.

I think I’m just incompatible with yoga and maybe my inner chakras can only be balanced by faster and louder methods. I know there are several different types of yoga and there is probably a kind I’d enjoy more but I just don’t have the motivation to find it. Amy loves yoga so I’m kind of disappointed that I don’t like it as much as she does as it would have been an activity we could have done together. I gave up on yoga and went back to my cardio workouts.

One night at Julie and Dean’s we played Rock Band. I had never played and failed out of the song a quarter of the way through. I was on guitar and couldn’t believe how fast the notes appeared on the screen.

The offspring really liked Rock Band so we bought it for our house. Matthew and Dave hooked everything up to the old big screen TV in the basement.

Matthew instantly became proficient on the drums, utilizing skills inherently present in most nine and a half year old boys. It took me a little longer to get up to speed on guitar but I was surprised at how well I was playing in just a few days. Until then, I’d been convinced that I didn’t possess any eye-hand coordination at all.

Matthew and I played a lot over spring break. We had our favorites and we also started playing the World Tour option which allowed us to unlock new songs. One Friday night Matthew and I unlocked new songs for an hour and a half until he told me he wanted to go to bed because he was really tired (I kinda wanted to keep going but it was 10:00 and past his bedtime).

I noticed that the more I played the guitar, the more I was unable to think about anything other than the notes coming at me. I am the queen of multi-tasking but with Rock Band I have no choice but to focus because if I’m not paying attention, I will miss a note. I can’t answer anyone’s questions and I don’t want to carry on a conversation either. I can feel my mood improve after playing one or two songs and I can sense my whole body relaxing. I asked Julie if she noticed playing Rock Band relaxed her and she said yes. I told her Rock Band could be my yoga.

Matthew and I played after dinner one night last week. He left after a while to go play outside with Lauren. I kept strumming and when I finally came out of my zen-like trance I was shocked to discover I had been playing the guitar for almost forty-five minutes straight. And P.S.? Metallica’s “Battery” is really hard and requires super-human concentration.

You would think I’d play worse when I’m drinking but add wine and I become the housewife version of Eddie Van Halen. One or two glasses of cabernet sauvignon and all of a sudden I’m not missing many notes at all.

We’ve never had a video game in our house before. It’s not that I’m against them or anything but since the kids had never shown much interest I didn’t think there was any reason to bring one home. But Santa brought the wii and wii fit for Christmas and we’re slowly buying new games for it.

Rock Band is great because it’s a family friendly game and it’s something Dave and I can play with the offspring. And it’s a hell of a lot more fun than playing with Legos or something from My Little Pony.

I still do a lot of cardio. Frankly it’s the only thing that keeps me sane and if I didn’t do it I’d probably need Prozac. But I’m also realizing how effective a video game can be in quieting all the clutter in my head.

Matthew and I played alot of Rock Band on Sunday and I didn’t feel guilty at all since it snowed the entire day. Matthew wanted me to challenge myself by playing on medium difficulty since easy is getting, well, pretty easy. I’m not that good, but I’m getting better every day and will probably play on medium difficulty from now on.

It’s going to take a little longer to master Metallica though.

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