From the "What-Are-You-TALKING-ABOUT?" Department...

Well, dah-lings...(I've always wanted to say that)...

It's a beautiful Sunday evening and I have lots to be happy about and stressed about and concerned about and worried about. Doug and I will be moving to our new abode in the next couple of weeks so if entries aren't coming as fast and furious as you'd hoped, well, life marches on. I promise - once we're settled, Sudiegirl will be back to her usual, snarky self.

I've made a new friend: she comes to visit Rancho Sudiegirl every day from Buffalo, NY (where the wings come from). She is a neat lady, and she has started her own blog entitled "Yes, They're All Mine". She and her husband are Catholic missionaries that work in the harsher part of Buffalo, and she's just a neat person to get to know. Please go visit her too, and tell her Sudiegirl made you do it. She'll laugh and understand...she and I share a sick fascination with Britney Spears' motherhood status and how she will (not) handle it. She's also cleared up some questions I've had about Catholicism (read previous entry for further info) and has been very kind. I'm glad to have made a friend like her...and for my other blog buddies (Jewel, Little Green Friend, Drunken Lagomorph et. al.) and everyone else that comes to read, I appreciate you too. Thanks.

All right, enough of the sentiment...

One headline that intrigued me on Yahoo! Entertainment today: Kate Moss apologized for her cocaine use. Why? Did she do it incorrectly? I guess I don't quite understand the reasoning behind her public apology. I understand doing it privately to people you've hurt. I guess some things should stay private, don't you?

Also, the never-ending paradox of fame versus privacy rages on the cover of Redbook magazine (or some other woman's mag of that nature that gives you diet tips followed by a recipe for chocolate mousse)...Trisha Yearwood was on the cover with the teaser stating that she would "talk about her private love with Garth Brooks". I was suppressing my gag reflex all the way home for many reasons.

Apparently, Trisha didn't get the memo about Garth's previous infidelities when he was with his FIRST wife. If anyone remembers reading about the dynamo that is Garth Brooks, he discussed his infidelities when he was a struggling musician. He said that was all behind him and he was going to concentrate on his marriage and family.

Well, in my opinion, the only thing behind ol' Garth was a trail of condom wrappers and matchbooks with chicks' phone numbers on them. I'll also bet you dollars to donuts that there are many children in Oklahoma and Texas that have surprising musical talent, a "thing" for Stetson hats and color-blocked Western shirts and premature male pattern baldness - and that's just the girls.

So, ya know, I really feel for his first wife. Here she is, raising the kids while he's on the road, and once they make it she gets to ride the gravy train for a while, but then someone else comes along and she' s become expendable.

But, as Dear Abby says, "If they'll cheat with you, they'll cheat on you." I don't want to wish Trisha Y. any ill, but let's face it...that thought must have occured to her a few times, otherwise why the byline? It's yet another example of "Methinks the lady doth protest too much." If you're truly happy, you shouldn't have to be interviewed about it. It should just show, right? Anything else just seems too suspicious.

I think if I ever reached "celebrity" status (ahahahahahah...that's a good one) I would try my hardest to keep my private life private...period. Of course, I'm speaking from a spectator's position and it's a lot easier to pass judgment that way. But I really wonder just how happy a famous couple is if they spend half the time telling everyone how happy they are.

Then again, they could be like Michael Jackson and want to build an airfield for aliens.

I think I'll concentrate on Trisha's "Ask me about my happy marriage" article for the moment, thanks.

"...and the thunder rolls..."

Sudiegirl, the judgmental yet relevant.