Thursday, May 31, 2012
Kathie Lee Gifford made a mistake in her interview with Martin Short. She asked him about his marriage and wife without realizing she had passed away in 2010 of ovarian cancer. Kathie Lee always got on my nerves so bad on Regis and Kathie. I loved the show, but didn't care for her. I have to say, though, I feel sorry for her with this mistake. The video is really uncomfortable to watch.
My gosh, I am totally blonde sometimes and don't even think before saying something. Just the other day, I made a comment on Facebook and worded it wrong. It was no big deal, but I happened to see it later and realized how dumb it sounded. I have a really good friend who is really smart and always thinking of things to do or invent. I told him, "I saw something the other day we need to invent.". Well, if I saw it I don't guess it needs to be invented. I meant I saw something that made me think of something we could invent, but that's not what I wrote. That isn't quite as embarrassing as other things I have done or said, but nobody likes to look foolish.
Things like what Kathie Lee did go beyond embarrassing, they make you feel horrible about hurting someone's feelings. Short handled it very well. She has had a less than perfect marriage so her heart was in the right place complimenting him on having a strong marriage.
She is one of those people that tries to be funny and it can come out rude, but in this case she was being sincere. What she said that follows the "tries to be funny but isn't" is when they were talking about his son graduating. Short was saying he graduated from Notre Dame and his other son works at Warner Brothers. He also said his daughter works at UCLA neuropsychiatric center to which she responded, "So you did get one smart one.". I don't know if there was a Notre Dame and Warner Brother joke in there, but that comment is what the all fuss should have been made over! You don't insult someone's kids. Especially when they are college graduates and have stayed out of the tabloids.
I can't believe I am defending her because I have always seen her as obnoxious, but everybody makes mistakes. With all the ways of saying hurtful things to and about people and having them heard through technology and social networks when it is unintentional it should be excused. When things like this happen,it always makes the person who made the mistake feel a lot worse than the person it was said to. You have to think more of her for apologizing after she realized what she did.
I am going to go check my temperature now. I still can't believe I am defending her, but I can't help it.
What do you think? I would ask you if you think I am completely nuts, but I am not sure I want to hear the aanswer to that!
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
First, I have to say I love Emily. Being a single mom, I think she is portraying herself in a very dignified manner. She isn't embarrassing herself or her daughter and deserves nothing but respect from the guys. There are some guys I like and some I do not. She seems to be a good judge of character and not letting them play her. Although, I am not sure why Kalon is still there.
I think he is there for the wrong reasons, but I also think he is very smart. If we have learned anything from The Bachelor and The Bachelorette, it's that the hated one in the house rarely goes. I think from his helicopter entrance, he made sure he was that guy! If he wants to act one way to ensure his stay that is one thing, but I don't think it is all acting for that purpose. When he told her Monday night "to let him finish", I would have told him to finish his conversation with himself in the limo ride outta there. All the fancy suits don't make a gentleman and if he is going to talk to her that way now, he will definitely do it again.
I was just entertained at the way she let Alessandro go. I can't believe he never understood that saying Emily and her daughter would be a compromise was so wrong. By saying that he meant it would be some sort of sacrifice on his part. You can't compromise without giving something up. I think he actually thought he was making good sense, but she left him rambling to himself!
I was impressed with the way she handled Tony. I don't think he was that into her or he would have been more upset leaving. It is nice to see a guy putting his child on top of his priority list.
The guy who isn't getting enough attention is Charlie. He seems so sincere and genuine. I am not sure he is edgy enough, though. Although she hasn't talked to them much, she has kept Columbian Alejandro and Michael with the long hair. I think she likes some of the guys that seem mysterious. However, on the group date when Michael was swinging with the kids he had a creepy look for just a second. Maybe I have watched too many Criminal Minds. I like Sean, but there is something bugging me about him. You can tell she really likes Chris, but he seems a little too anxious and competitive. Same thing with Ryan. He is from Georgia so I should be pulling for him, but something about him seems a little fake. She seems to like Jef with one "f". I like Doug and they definitely have a lot in common. I am just not sure she is wanting to blend a family as much as add to hers. He is there for the right reasons, though.
Arie, Arie, Arie. I could just say his name over and over! He is my pick......for now. She was definitely smitten when he got out of the limo the first night. Monday night, she was almost shy and couldn't look right at him some of the time. It is kind of ironic that he is a race car driver, but I think that may actually be a positive thing. She may find some healing and closure with the passing of Ricki's dad. All I know is I have two friends who live in Scottsdale and if she sends him home I am going for a visit!
Monday, May 28, 2012
My Great-Aunt, Kay, sent me this email: They told me the big black Lab's name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I'd only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street. But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn't hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie's advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn't look like "Lab people," whatever that meant. They must've thought I did. But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner. See, Reggie and I didn't really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too. Maybe we were too much alike. I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that. "Okay, Reggie," I said out loud, "let's see if your previous owner has any advice." ____________ _________ _________ _________ To Whomever Gets My Dog: Well, I can't say that I'm happy you're reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie's new owner. I'm not even happy writing it. He knew something was different. So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you. First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he's part squirrel, the way he hoards them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn't done it yet. Doesn't matter where you throw them, he'll bound after them, so be careful. Don't do it by any roads. Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones ---"sit," "stay," "come," "heel." He knows hand signals, too: He knows "ball" and "food" and "bone" and "treat" like nobody's business. Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand. He's up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don't know how he knows when it's time to go to the vet, but he knows. Finally, give him some time. It's only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He's gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn't bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially. And that's why I need to share one more bit of info with you... His name's not Reggie. He's a smart dog, he'll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn't bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this... well it means that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is "Tank." Because, that is what I drive. I told the shelter that they couldn't make "Reggie" available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could've left Tank with... and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter ... in the "event"... to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. He said he'd do it personally. And if you're reading this, then he made good on his word. Luckily, my C.O. is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he loved me. Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades. If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US, I am glad to have done so. All right, that's enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I'll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth. Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me. Thank you, Paul Mallory ____________ _________ _________ _______ I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags have been at half-mast all summer. I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog. "Hey, Tank," I said quietly. The dog's head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright. "C'mere boy." He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn't heard in months. "Tank," I whispered. His tail swished. I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my face into his scruff and hugged him. "It's me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me." Tank reached up and licked my cheek. "So whatdaya say we play some ball?" His ears perked again. "Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?" Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth. If you can read this without getting a lump in your throat or a tear in your eye, you just ain't right. A veteran is someone who, at one point, wrote a blank check made payable to 'The United States of America' for an amount of 'up to and including their life.' That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it. "The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him." Support Your Veterans