Yoga, Tennis And Golf...Oh, My!

Ok...I know, I know...I've been very lax in the blog updating department. Sorry, sorry! And...there is so much to talk about! Let me give you my disclaimer for why I have been neglecting my blog. I have decided to take up some new activities, and by some I mean...TOO MANY! As in...

Yoga,


Tennis,


Golf...


And... Working out with a trainer!
So...I've been busy. For reals. And sore. And tired. Ugh! A quick rundown of my activities: I do yoga with Lissy...like it, even though I pulled a muscle in my abs last week.
Tennis with Lissy, too. Loves it! Totally cute clothes...of course I love it! Golf is with Jacob. Golf is super frustrating and I hit the ball...oh, about 40% of the time. I told the pro that if the object of the game was moving grass around I'd be a Superstar! I go to the Y to meet my trainer twice a week...he's a GREAT trainer, and I am NOT an easy client. We box sometimes and I am really feeling that. Who me? Angry? Noooo....LOL!
Ok, that is enough about me. On to the Celebs.





You may not have heard (if you live under a rock), but Michael Jackson died.


Say what you want about his freakish ways, but the man was a musical genius! I have been playing the AOL Radio All Michael Jackson station (Sorry, Alissa!) and he had so many great songs. Did you guys watch the Memorial Service? I was ok until his daughter spoke. Then it was "Cue the waterworks". So sad.Perhaps you can find an article or two on him and his death in the mags this week? Ok. Now, let's talk about Steve McNair's death.
Poor Steve. He's getting NO LOVE from the media because of all of the MJ hype. But the circumstances of his death are totally bizarre-o! Everyone is trying to figure out what killed MJ. "Good morning. It was drugs. Case closed." But I am trying to figure out the Steve McNair drams. According to reports, he was killed in a murder-suicide by his 20 year old side bitch. Yikes! She shot him 4 (count them...1, 2, 3, 4) times while he slept on the couch. Was that necessary??
Here's a pic of Steve & his "jump off" on vacay from TMZ.comI am reserving judgement until we hear the whole story, but it seems to get shadier and shadier! I am going to go to bed now, Lovies...have a great night! Muah!

Guess Who's Back, Back Again...

No, not Eninem. Me! Ok, well, technically, I guess he is back...but whatevs. Sorry I have been gone, but I must confess. I have a bit of a Twitter addiction. It's true. I think an intervention is in order. Anyhoo...

So I am watching the yumminess that is Lebron James, um I mean Game 4 of the Eastern Finals. The Cavs came to win tonight...it's about time. For a team that has swept every series leading up to this one, I'm not that impressed. But, what the hell? More chances to see King James! I'm with it. For all of you that haven't watched the NBA since back in the day (It was a Wednesday...and MJ was playing)...Newsflash! The NBA is exciting again! And...23 is back. In the form of Lebron. He's the bomb like tick, tick....Ok, let me stop drooling and move onto current events. By that I mean gossip...LOL.
On a sad note, Mike Tyson's 4 year old daughter died today as a result of "accidentally hanging herself on a treadmill". Um, why was a 4 year old left un-attended near a treadmill? I'm just saying...
On a hypocritical note, devout Catholic Mel Gibson's girlfriend is pregnant. Is the ink even dry on that mofo's divorce papers?? Fornicators, Party of Two...your table is ready. In hell. Guess this falls under "Do as I say, not as I do", huh?
On a f**ked up note, have you seen all the drams surrounding Jon & Kate Plus Eight?!? Who has time to have extra marital affairs with eight kids?? Hey, guys...maybe more parenting, less f**king. Kthanxbye.
That's about all the gossip I've got...I know...slow month.
Ok, gotta go watch the 2nd quarter...Go, Cavs!
Goodnight, Lovies!



P.S. Try Twitter. It's like crystal meth. But legal. And it won't make you skinny. Oh, well...try it anyway...LOL!

Going To The Chapel...

From usmagazine.com yesterday: Gisele Bundchen and Tom Brady wed today at the St. Monica Catholic Church in Santa Monica, Calif., Usmagazine.com confirms.
The bride, 28, donned a form-fitting ivory lace strapless gown with a trumpet skirt, scalloped edges, long train and a floor-length veil with attached handmade satin roses and attached satin headband, all by Dolce & Gabbana. Her three dogs also wore matching Dolce & Gabbana floral lace collars.
Congrats to them! I am annoyed because I sent a tip to perezhilton.com about this and it was used, but I didn't even get a thank you. Not nice. No more tips for you!

Is anyone else so over the OctoMom?!? OMG...this b***h needs to go somewhere already! As if our economy was not sh***y enough, we need to foot the bill for the hospital stay of these eight babies. The Suleman octuplets' medical costs have not been disclosed, but in 2006, the average cost for a premature baby's hospital stay in California was $164,273, according to the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services. Eight times that equals $1.3 million.
For a single mother, the cost of raising 14 children through age 17 ranges from $1.3 million to $2.7 million, according to the U.S. Department of Agriculture. (from yahoonews.com) Lovely. Doesn't the doctor at least have a MORAL or ETHICAL, if not legal, obligation to be sure that the prospective mother has health insurance and can afford the birth and/or hospital stay of these babies?!? And, WTF would you implant 6 embryos into an UNEMPLOYEED, single mother of six who lives in a 3 bedroom/1 bathroom house any f**king way?!? Um, hello?!? And the comparisons to Angelina? As if. Angelina has Brad, more money than G*d, multiple mansions and nannies galore. And FYI-we are not paying for Angie's kids. They can have as many as they want as far as I am concerned, because unlike the Picasso version of Angelina (A.K.A. OctoMom), they can afford them!! (Excuse me while I hop off of my soapbox) That's all I have to say about that.

I am currently obsessed with Twitter. Does anyone that reads my blog Tweet? If so, please let me know...my user name is nikisaprincess! Ryan is going to send me to internet rehab between Twitter and Facebook...yikes! Ok, gots to go get ready! Happy Friday, Lovies!

So You Think You Had A Bad Day?!?

Let me tell you about my day yesterday.

I took my little Tao to the groomer...he was overdue. On the way there, he took a nice big s**t. In my Mercedes. On the passenger seat. Deeeeeee-scusting! Then, the groomer called me a few hours later and said "Your dog is being terrible. He won't let us give him a bath. He was screaming and biting when we tried to put him in the tub." Um, okay... so I went to pick him up and brought him back to my office. We were all teasing him, telling him he was such a bad boy, blah, blah, blah. All of a sudden, I noticed that his left eye was filled with blood. As in, the entire white of his eye was red. And it was swollen. It looked like his eye was going to pop out. So gross. I ran him over to his vet, and she sent us up to a doggie opthamologist. He said that Tao essentially bruised his eye, so there shouldn't be any lasting damage.

If you are a loyal reader, you know that Tao is not having it when he's at the doctor's office, so they had to sedate him (with an I.V.) and stitch his eye in the corner so that he would be able to close it. They had to shave half of his face, and he pretty much has a black eye. Oh, and a purple ace bandage around his foot where the I.V. was. And an E-collar. And, he's shaved. Poor little Peanut! Suffice it to say we won't be calling him the prettier one for a little while...Tai Tai is probably loving it! When I went to pay the $620.00 bill, I asked the receptionist "So, what happens if people don't have the money to pay?" (She looks me up and down, pausing on my Gucci purse and sunglasses, and sighs as if to say "WTF do you care?") "Their dogs go blind." Wow. Wow! Holy coldness, Batman! No payment plan? Dayum!
Ok, let's move onto Hollyweird, shall we?
So...I've been reading tons of stuff on the whole Chris Brown/Rihanna debacle. Everyone is trying to figure out why he beat her up, and rumors are running like wildfire across the net. One rumor has him flipping out on her because she gave him herpes. Where did she get herpes? Well, according to the rumormill, from Jay Z. Um, wouldn't Beyonce have a problem with that?!? Also, lots of reports that she's way needy and clingy. Not a reason to beat her a**, though! There's also a rumor that he broke her jaw. Yikes...hope that one's not true!
From starmagazine.com: Hours before his alleged violent outburst, Chris Brown seemed detached from his girlfriend Rihanna at Clive Davis' pre-Grammy bash on Feb. 7 in Beverly Hills. And during the party Chris turned his attention to sexy British songbird Leona Lewis, says an insider. “At one point, Rihanna caught Chris flirting with Leona,” says a source. “They were carrying on and laughing, and Rihanna saw Chris with his hand on the small of Leona’s back. It may have been innocent, but that set Rihanna off.”
Bossip.com just received the real story of Chris Brown and Rihanna’s fight from a highly placed source in the Chris Brown legal camp:
"They were in the car leaving the Clive Davis party. While Chris was driving, he got a phone call from a young lady. Our source tells us that Rihanna knew that Chris had been messing around with this particular girl and she has, as of late, been the reason for many of their heated arguments. Rihanna got a glimpse of the phone, saw the name and number and immediately recognized who it was. She went ballistic and began to “beat the sh*t” out of Chris (while driving). She was so uncontrollable, that Chris began to fight back in self defense, which ensued the fight. Rihanna’s rage stemmed from Chris’ questionable fidelity in the last few months."
Take this with a grain of salt (rimming a Margarita glass...LOL) because it is from his people.
Update on Usher's wife: Reports say she was rushed into intensive care on Friday, after a medical emergency during a liposuction operation in Brazil. She supposedly suffered cardiac and respiratory arrest as she was being anesthetized for the cosmetic surgery. Where there not enough plastic surgeons to choose from in L.A.? Seriously? Stooo-pid!
If you've been hearing reports that DJ Khaled was involved in a high speed chase with the LAPD, it's not true...he's in Miami.
Jessica Simpson should be sending thank you notes to Chris Brown and RiRi because no one gives a s**t about her getting fat anymore! Oh, and Michael Phelps' pot smoking...so yesterday! From usmagazine.com: Katherine Heigl and T.R. Knight will soon take off their scrubs for good, their Grey's Anatomy costar James Pickens Jr. (a.k.a. Grey's Dr. Richard Webber) confirms. They are smart, because that show is actively jumping the shark.
We haven't even talked about the freak show that is the mother of the octuplets. Doesn't she look like she's had a LOT of plastic surgery? What's up with her face? Ewwww! Did we the taxpayers pay for that the same way we are going to have to support her and her 14 kids?? Ridiculous! And...why the f**k does Congress care if A Rod took steroids? Don't they have bigger fish to fry, like oh, I don't know...our collapsing economy or the war that we are in?!? And, last but not least, I want to wish a very to my friend Christie...her bday is tomorrow...29 again! Ok, I'm going to go try to sleep because I was up all night with my little guy.

An Update on Chris Brown Beating Rihanna's A**

From TMZ.com: Law enforcement sources have now gotten specific with us... police took pictures of Rihanna's injuries and they are "horrific."As we reported, the photos show major contusions on both sides of the singer's face -- there is serious swelling and bruising. Her lip is split and her nose bloody. We have now confirmed there are bite marks on one of her arms and on several fingers.And we now know this... Rihanna claims Brown struck her with his fists and that's what did the damage. There was no object used in the alleged attack.Rihanna refused treatment at the scene, but before she left cops took photos. We're told the photos alone are "devastating proof of abuse."And we've learned it was not Rihanna who called 911. Someone in the area heard her screams and called.
Um...looks like Chris Brown is "If You Seek Amy"'d, huh??

Today Is Election Day...

It's less about HOW you vote and more about that you DO vote.  We are so lucky to be able to have a vote and a voice in this country.  Use that priveledge, please.  Don't be stereotypical lazy Americans...get out there and cast your vote!

Happy Birthday, Jacob!!!!

Today is Jacob's birthday!
Be sure to wish him a happy, happy...you know how we Libras love attention!

Wow!  I haven't blogged in a long time.  Sorry about that!  Lots has been going on...I'll try to sum it all up for you.  First, let's talk about Ryan...formerly known as R.  I think that I may have actually found a real live nice guy.  Shocking, yes?

We've been seeing each other for a little over a month now and it's actually going really well.  The only problem is that he lives in Hollywood (Florida, not California...that would REALLY suck!), so we're about 1 1/2 hours apart.  It's not the end of the world, but we really only get to see each other on the weekend.  And we talk ALL THE TIME on the phone.  So...Miss Independant is slowly but surely becoming Miss Co-Dependant.  Who would've thought?!? 


Meet Ryan...and his dog Tyson...who I am SOOO totally in love with!  Aren't they cute?
Ok, on to my lips

...and my new tattoo (not on my lips, mind you).

I decided to get a new tattoo about 2 weeks ago.  I had to get my nose re-pierced because I took out the nosering that I had been wearing for like a year...I know, I know...so gross!  Anyway, we (me and Melissa) couldn't get it or a new one back in.  So...we went to a tattoo parlor for them to put the nosering in, and hey...I'm all about multi-tasking, so why not get another tattoo as well?  Sorry, Mommy...she hates all of my ink.  So, I got a pink bow on the back of my neck and 3 little stars behind my left ear.  (Ryan: "Because you really NEEDED a ribbon and some stars on your body, right?  How random is that?!?"  Me: "Shut up!")  Well, I got a little more than I bargained for, but more on that later.  I was supposed to get a permanant implant in my lip on Thursday that just passed.  I always get the lip injections, but my body metabolizes them very quickly, and this would be much cheaper in the long run.  I was all set.  Ryan took me to the surgeon's office, the nurse came out and got me, said "Ok, hugs and kisses goodbye now."  I asked her how long I would be, and she said about 2 hours until I would be out of recovery.  It was 2 p.m., and like a good boyfriend should, Ryan hadn't eaten anything because I couldn't.  (I know...he's awesome!)  So, I was all "Go get something to eat."  and he was all over it.  So, off he went.  The nurse takes me into a room and starts having me sign release forms, etc.  Then I get to the form that asks about meds that you may have taken within the last 2 weeks.  I look up at her and say "Um...I took Excedrin yesterday."  She looked at me like "DUMMY!"  and said the Doctor would be in to talk to me soon.  Oh, great....The Doctor: "We can't do the surgery today because the risk of you bleeding out are too great."Me: "Ummmm...ok"The Doctor: "I hope there are no hard feelings"Me: "No, not at all.  I appreciate you not letting me bleed to death"The Doctor (without missing a beat): "Yeah, it's not really my thing on Thursdays"Who knew?!?  So, I frantically text Ryan "Come back" and of course, he just ordered pizza so I had to wait.  And wait.  Outside.  In the f***ing hot sun.  Then he was stuck at the bridge...yada, yada, yada.  All I know is that I had the WORST headache ever.  Total waste of a day.  Oh, well.  I'm rescheduled for the 24th...stay tuned.  So, I don't have the surgery, and Ryan comes back to Naples with me.  On Saturday morning, he looks at my new tattoo on my neck and says "Baby, I think this is infected.  It does not look good.  Where do you keep the alcohol and peroxide?"  Me: "Um...I don't"  Him: "Remind me not to cut myself here.  Who has 15 different types of every beauty product and no alcohol or peroxide?!?"  Me: "Um...me?"He went to the drugstore and got some stuff and he cleaned my nar-sty tattoo all weekend.  He must really like me, huh?  The good news is that between Melissa and Ryan (and the gross antibiotics my Doctor gave me), the infection is almost gone.

My birthday is rapidly approaching...it's on the 19th, for those of you that don't know...hint, hint!  I don't have any plans yet.  Lissy asked me what I want to do for my birthday.  I said "I don't know...just something low key."  She replied "Low key?!?  Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?!?"  Ok, yeah...that is weird for me, huh?

So...my Dad is a total douchebag,  Seriously.  He sent me an email that said "Niki-We need to bury the hatchet.  Please email me your contact information.  Love, Dad"  My first reaction was "Bury the hatchet?  Sure.  Where would you like it?  In your head or your little stepdaughter's?"  (Note to self...Always trust your gut)  I decided to be an adult and called him.  Big mistake.  HUGE!  He was such a dick.  To the point where I was like "Um...why did you contact me?  To be mean to me?"  We were on the phone for a while during which he blamed me for my "hateful letters" to my Ugly Stepsister.Me: "That little b***h attacked me.  WTF?!?"  Daddy Dearest: "Well, I didn't read them.  I don't want any part of that."Me: "I suggest you read them before you start talking OUT OF YOUR A**."Daddy Dearest: "You are a child of mine,  Not the other way around.  You WILL respect me,"Me: "No...actually I won't."And then he was all "What did you call me in your blog?"  Me (in my head):  "Oh, s**t.  YOU read my blog?!?  WTF?"  (out loud):  "Which one?  I call you lots of things in my blog."Daddy Dearest: "Don't you think that your friends dislike me because you influence them with your blog?"Me: "My friends had opinions on you WAY before I ever wrote a blog."Actually, you stupid motherf***er, I think my friends HATE you because of the way that you have treated me like something you dragged in on the bottom of your shoe.  If you were pissed about what I had to say before, you're going to be bannana sandwiches over this post.  I hate my father.  HATE, HATE, HATE.  And why must he always f**k with me right araound my birthday?!?  If you are reading this, Drop Dead Ed (and I hope you are), please just leave me the f**k alone.  For good.  I am doing just fine without you.  I'm just glad that you decided to become devoid of morals and values AFTER my personality was formed.  It is amazingly ironic to me that the person that taught me how to be ethical ("You have to do the RIGHT thing, not the EASY thing") is now the most unprincipled person that I know.  What a big disapppointment you turned out to be. (Insert me shaking my head here)  Oh, well...everyone has their crosses to bear, right?  Besides, my Mom totally rocks!

So, put that in your juice box and suck it...HARD, Daddy Dearest.
So, did you watch the debate?  Another reason to loathe my father:  he's a die hard Republican.  B***h, you are not RICH enough to be a Republican.  Your deadbeat self should be a Democrat.  From aolnews.com: It took just eight minutes into Tuesday's presidential debate for Republican candidate McCain to land the first blow, blaming Obama and Democrats for the collapse of mortgage giants Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae. "They're the ones that, with the encouragement of Senator Obama and his cronies and his friends in Washington, that went out and made all these risky loans, gave them to people that could never afford to pay back," McCain said.  (Um...Cronies???  Is he f***ing kidding?  Pot, meet Kettle.  I mean c'mon.  The GOP is made up of nothing but "cronies" and good ol' boys.  Give me a break.)
Obama responded: "I've got to correct a little bit of Senator McCain's history, not surprisingly. ... In fact, Senator McCain's campaign chairman's firm was a lobbyist on behalf of Fannie Mae, not me." McCain campaign manager Rick Davis has a stake in a Washington lobbying firm that received thousands of dollars a month from Freddie Mac until recently.  In one pointed confrontation on foreign policy, Obama bluntly challenged McCain's steadiness. "This is a guy who sang 'bomb, bomb, bomb Iran,' who called for the annihilation of North Korea — that I don't think is an example of speaking softly."  (Ohhhhh, burn!)  During a discussion of an energy bill McCain offered up a two-word phrase that immediately got a reaction.  "You know who voted for it? You might never know. That one," McCain said, pointing at his opponent. ("That one"?!?  As in..."those people"?!?)

And, um...is it just me or is watching Sarah Palin talk kind of like watching a SNL skit?  She plays to the camera WAAAAAAY too much.  And...John McCain looks like he has one foot in the grave.  Do we really want Capitol Hill Barbie running our country?!?  Yikes!

From perezhilton.com: To celebrate Lil' Wayne's 26th birthday, rapper Birdman threw him a huge party on Monday in Miami hotspot Mansion nightclub.  And what do you give the rapper who has everything?!?  A  Louis Vuitton briefcase filled with a MILLION dollars in CASH as a gift!  Sweet!  I'd like a gift like that please!

Ok...gotta go to work...I'll try to write more later...

What's New, Pussycat?

David Duchovny has entered a rehabilitation center for sex addiction, his lawyer, Stanton "Larry" Stein, tells PEOPLE exclusively. "I have voluntarily entered a facility for the treatment of sex addiction," the actor says in an exclusive statement. "I ask for respect and privacy for my wife and children as we deal with this situation as a family."
Um...hello! He narrated Red Shoe Diaries on Showtime...that's soft porn. And have you seen Californication? Can you say "raunchy"? Not a shocker, folks.
Some words of wisdom from our president:"I think it was in the Rose Garden where I issued this brilliant statement: If I had a magic wand -- but the president doesn't have a magic wand. You just can't say, 'low gas.'" --George W. Bush, Washington D.C., July 15, 2008
"And they have no disregard for human life." --George W. Bush, on the brutality of Afghan fighters, Washington, D.C., July 15, 2008"Amigo! Amigo!" --George W. Bush, calling out to Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi in Spanish at the G-8 Summit, Rusutsu, Japan, July 10, 2008"Let's make sure that there is certainty during uncertain times in our economy." -- George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., June 2, 2008"We got plenty of money in Washington. What we need is more priority." --George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., June 2, 2008

Does anyone actually think he's been a good President?!? He's a moron!Speaking of scumbags, here's your update on the SLORE case:

According to sources close to the investigation, DNA tests that were conducted on a stain and hair samples found in the trunk of the car Casey Anthony was driving indicate that her daughter, 3-year-old Caylee Anthony, is dead.
This latest news comes as little shock after yesterday's revelation that test results of air samples that were taken from the car allegedly show that a decomposing human body had been inside the trunk. Leonard Padilla, the bounty hunter/fame whore that posted her bond, just told the Orlando Sentinel that they are going to revoke Anthony's bail on Saturday. Padilla said the wait is a "courtesy" they are extending to Anthony, because she has an appointment with her attorney on Friday.So, so sad.Well, there you have it.

Enjoy the long weekend!!