Uptown Girl

On trying to decide what to blog about this week, I ran across this picture of Christie Brinkley buying a pretzel in New York. This poor woman has been drug through the mud the past year. If you're not up to speed in celebrity news, her very handsome yet slimy husband Peter Cook cheated on her with his 19 year old assistant. Christie has handled herself with class and grace and private details of her life has been made very public. Last summer as the paparazzi were swarming her house in the Hamtpons she handed out popsicle's to them. The day after the fourth of July she entered the courthouse to settle her divorce and asked the press if they enjoyed their Independence Day because she is going to enjoy hers. Christie Brinkley is an iconic beauty who I admire but not because she's beautiful.

In the Works...

As one of the last few remaining quality reality shows, Project Runway kicks off Season 5 tonight on Bravo. I am totally obsessed with this show and can't wait for tonight (the preview showed them making clothing out of items they buy at a grocery store). I wanted to have a big bash tonight but this week has been crazy. So this is a Save The Date notice-- I will have a PR season finale party and it will be a blast! Everyone invited!

Another reason not to eat at McDonald's

My Dad has been in NC for less than 24 hours and already has a hilarious story. While he was waiting to pick my mom up from the airport he decided to hop over to a nearby McDonald's for a quick bite. As he was pulling up to the drive-thru window a couple of employees threw a cup out the window and were laughing. When my dad glanced down to see what was in the cup he saw a mouse jump out of the cup and scurry across the parking lot. Then the employees proceeded to hand him his bag of food---yeah--thanks but no thanks. Gross!

Well, that name's taken

Nicole Kidman and her husband, Keith Urban, have welcomed their first child together, a daughter named Sunday Rose Kidman Urban

What the...? Just because you are a celebrity does not mean you can name your poor child after a day of the week, the Sabbath in fact.