Kathy, Paula, Damages!!

Kathy Griffin brought out the blarney on her visit to Ireland in last weeks season finale of My Life on the D-List. In the second half of the show she went to Ireland and scattered her father’s ashes in his favourite spot. It was quite touching, but would have been more touching if her mother had been there. Kathy did have the sense to say about her assistants/manager, “they are the best friends.. the best friends money can buy”, so it seems she’s totally aware of the situation, although I do think that Tom genuinely cares for her – he seems like a nice guy.  Kathy also hosted some gay bingo, and she bombed – they were a bit of a surley crowd – and Kathy herself was surprised. I don’t know how much of the “bombing” is in the editing though. If everyone loved her all the time it would be a boring show.

The first half of the show was wierd, with Kathy trying to give away money on the streets of LA and people were refusing. She was trying to be like Oprah and get some press for her good works. Star Magazine sent along a reporter who was as dumb as a box of rocks, and kept referring to Kathy as “Kathy Lee”. Then she didn’t have a camera and went and got a disposable!!!  What???  The woman works for Star, the tabloidiest tabloid and she didn’t know who Kathy was and that she wasn’t Kathy Lee Gifford. I couldn’t get over that.

I’m sad that D-List is over for the season – I hope Season 4 materialises.

Paula Abdul needs a slap. A reality slap. I’m sure she works hard, I’m sure she doesn’t get enough sleep, but just when I start to feel sorry for her she  goes and acts like a total spoilt brat. Last week, Paula was going to renovate her home, so she rented another house, and had it decorated (why?  If it’s temporary) She couldn’t be bothered to meet with the decorator, she let her hairdresser do it and then turned her nose up at the decor of the house – which by they way was lovely - and then didn’t end up renting the place after all. What a baby. She’s so lucky that she can renovate her house and not have to live there at the same time, like most people do.  We also saw Paula getting a really painful injection of something to help her with the pain of her neck – and I do feel bad for her about that.  She could still act like less of a brat. As I’ve said before – ditch all the assistants and cut back on some “lifestyle”!!

 Which leads me to my plan for what I want to do when I grow up. I’ve been giving it a lot of thought and I think that when the kids are both safely in college I’m going to go to LA and become someone’s personal assistant. All these people are seriously crying out for help.  Marc has a few people he knows from grad school who are actually employed and make a living in the Hollywood machine, so they could hook me up with some jobs. I used to be an Executive Assistant in my old life, and from what I’ve seen on TV you don’t need to be a genius to be a personal assistant. I’m sure I’d be good at it. And I’d get to go to some gifting suites. That’s what I’m really aiming for!!

 Damages started on Tuesday, the new FX drama starring Glenn Close and Ted Danson. Fantastic.  Marc thought it was a bit slow, but I liked it a lot and the twist at the end of the episode got me totally hooked. Apparently there will be one story arc every season, so the drama will be unfolding slowly, which I like. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow night holds. 

Kitchen saga is still going on…

Right as I’m typing this, the Man is here re-putting up the tiles – so, basically we waited a whole month for the tiles to be re-ordered and then the tiler scheduled. I can’t wait for this to be over. 

I’ve finished painting the cabinets,  and now I’m working on the walls. I had a nice colour all picked out, Pottery Barn’s “Cornsilk” but somehow there was a mixing problem or a lighting problem or both, because when I started painting with it, it looked green instead of yellow, so I had a melt down and went back to the Home Depot in my painting clothes (which gives you a lot of credibility in the Paint department) and picked out about 50 paint chips (which then undermines the credibility because it’s clear your painting job has gone horribly wrong), and then we went in a completely different direction colour wise and I’m now repainting the ENTIRE room, which is huge. I want to get some more painting done and then I’ll put up some pictures.

The end is near – I’ll be able to get my kitchen out of my dining room and put everything back where it belongs. Sigh.