Thank god I don't have a google alert on myself (like some people I know do on themselves) – I've just been sent some pics from Hawaii – I have to laugh – well at least the world knows I don't get botox – ha!…I'm much hotter in my mind – (I swear I look better) – then again I hardly check a mirror before I go outside – may start doing that more.
I may have to start working out too though – genes and gymnastics have gotten me this far.
I just refuse to let these paparazzi ruin my time or my lifestyle in general with my children – I'm not going to spend time putting makeup on or staying covered up on the beach – it's definitely surreal though – I think I look alright but everywhere you turn you have a camera in your face – up you butt – it's crazy – too many tabloids – must be running out of stuff to print…I'm a semi-retired single mom – hello?
I'm having a great time with my kids always!…nothing new.
You've no one but the Devil's lawyer to blame for this androgynous American Idol stowaway, who, despite being detested by the judges, somehow remains in the hunt for the show's coveted prize as this year's top 40 footnote. We stopped watching after the auditions (the only digestible part of the show), but it's our understanding that we have Sanjina to thank for the "ponyhawk," a hair-novation destined to tickle your underarm as you noogie hordes of copycat hipsters.