Time to catch up with the antics of the Real Housewives of New Jersey. As usual, we pick up in the aftermath of where we left off. Well, actually, first we have a bonding moment with Mel and little Antonia which serves no purpose other than to confuse the hell out of me. Mel says she’s writing a book about her life and family. So it’s not the marriage bible anymore? I’m sad, cause “Finished high school, boned lots of guys on the Shore then hoodwinked a midget into marrying me and building me the faux marble sink of my dreams” is kind of boring. We know, cause we live it every Sunday. She also touches on her Dad’s infidelity, then tells us she’s “adamitt” that it doesn’t happen to her. Which confuses me because of all the times she compares Midge to her Dad. But enough of looking for logic in any of this, Midge is home and swearing his head off about Teresa and the incident at THE GYM. Mel sends the kid off with some laundry and instructions to do homework while Midge rehashes THE GYM, starting off with the comment about Mel tweeting about Ter’s bankruptcy. What literally causes me pain is that this twitter fight started over Chanel. Coco must be rolling over in her grave. Worse than when the Kardashians wear her stuff. Here’s something awesome – Midge kind of takes Ter’s side! He tells Mel she was wrong to exacerbate things – of course he doesn’t use that word, please it has more than five letters in it – but he is nonetheless mad! I’m almost starting to feel sorry for Mel. It’s not fun when everyone turns on you, but if it weren’t for that, there would be no RH franchise. Or any reality TV at all. NOOOOOOOO!!!!Well, let’s hear the Guidice version of things. Their scene is set at the soccer game, where Milania and the Milkman’s kid are playing. I was a Jersey soccer kid and I hated it. Hated it. Every minute of it. My parents’ den is packed with VHS of me walking around in in circles on the field, with my Dad yelling “Stop picking daisies out there!” against the background of autumn wind. However, Milania appears to love soccer, and rocks out a cute side ponytail for the performance. The Milkman’s kid seems to be enjoying herself as well. Or is maybe just trying to get the soccer coach to adopt her. Pages: 1 2
Time to catch up with the antics of the Real Housewives of New Jersey. As usual, we pick up in the aftermath of where we left off. Well, actually, first we have a bonding moment with Mel and little Antonia which serves no purpose other than to confuse the hell out of me. Mel says she’s writing a book about her life and family. So it’s not the marriage bible anymore? I’m sad, cause “Finished high school, boned lots of guys on the Shore then hoodwinked a midget into marrying me and building me the faux marble sink of my dreams” is kind of boring. We know, cause we live it every Sunday. She also touches on her Dad’s infidelity, then tells us she’s “adamitt” that it doesn’t happen to her. Which confuses me because of all the times she compares Midge to her Dad. But enough of looking for logic in any of this, Midge is home and swearing his head off about Teresa and the incident at THE GYM. Mel sends the kid off with some laundry and instructions to do homework while Midge rehashes THE GYM, starting off with the comment about Mel tweeting about Ter’s bankruptcy. What literally causes me pain is that this twitter fight started over Chanel. Coco must be rolling over in her grave. Worse than when the Kardashians wear her stuff. Here’s something awesome – Midge kind of takes Ter’s side! He tells Mel she was wrong to exacerbate things – of course he doesn’t use that word, please it has more than five letters in it – but he is nonetheless mad! I’m almost starting to feel sorry for Mel. It’s not fun when everyone turns on you, but if it weren’t for that, there would be no RH franchise. Or any reality TV at all. NOOOOOOOO!!!!Well, let’s hear the Guidice version of things. Their scene is set at the soccer game, where Milania and the Milkman’s kid are playing. I was a Jersey soccer kid and I hated it. Hated it. Every minute of it. My parents’ den is packed with VHS of me walking around in in circles on the field, with my Dad yelling “Stop picking daisies out there!” against the background of autumn wind. However, Milania appears to love soccer, and rocks out a cute side ponytail for the performance. The Milkman’s kid seems to be enjoying herself as well. Or is maybe just trying to get the soccer coach to adopt her. Pages: 1 2