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A Yay! for former Whew! girl.
Rosie O'Donnell is returning to TV. Most importantly, it is in a setting where she will not have the opportunity to talk about The View. Or anyone on it.
She will be on television Saturday night, on Lifetime, in movie about the foster-care system.
Rosie co-wrote the script to "America". She is the executive producer, too. She also plays a therapist for a boy aging out of foster care.
Rosie discovered her co-star boy at a diner. A 17 year old, hanging out, eating. Poof - discovered. How America. That's him in the picture.
We love Rosie. We are delighted she is out and about and unable to utter the words we previously banned her from using: The View, Barbara, Elizabeth, daytime, Joy, talk, Whoopie. Although in the AP story about her new gig, she did talk about The View. Suppose she merits a little forgiveness as she confesses to being a little OCD. And a little LMNOP, too.
Nip, Tuck?
Or, is 50 the new 20?
Cheers to the hospital servicing octo-sicko's mom's litter. According to the LA Times, the hospital wants proof octo-sicko can care for the entire litter before they release them to her. The question should be asked more often...
This is according to the good Dr. Phil. He told the times octo-sicko called him distressed over this. "What she is telling me is that unless and until she has a better living arrangement, that they are not likely to release the children to her," McGraw said. Dr. Phil has been taping a show with her.
Between Dr. Phil, the hospital and the non-profit offer to provide nannies and a place to live, perhaps the babies will end up as the priority here, even if they are, for octo-sicko, a way to "fill her void". Read full story here.
Separately, Radaronline posted a taped conversation between octo-sicko and octo-sicko's mom. The video pcuts to rest any question as to whether octo-sicko's lips are naturally occurring body parts. Not. They call out for a quick and dirty liposection. And nearly get in her way of speaking.
Oto-sicko's mom queries whether daughter is suffering from "obsessive compulsiveness". YA THINK?
Octo-Sicko's divorced parents, who will end up carrying much of Nadya's load, are in the picture above. Sick of looking at sicko already...
It is indeed unkind to pick on a relative kid who is big enough to be at the Oscars.
But let us.
Why oh why did Miley Cyrus' elect to resemble a scaly fish on human growth hormones?
Octo-sicko mom Nadya Suleman has a former boyfriend.
Yes.
Someone, somewhere was interested enough in her to date her. This boy, ABC news reports, dated her from 1997 - 1999. Later, he donated sperm to her, once at a clinic and then right there at home. Twice. Lovely. Wonder if an evening at home marked by the gift of sperm converts a visit into a date? He reportedly tells ABC news that he thinks octo-sicko was married at the time of these donations. All the lovelier. He reports octo-sicko did with the cup what any octo-sicko would do. She stuck it down her shirt to keep it toasty warm.
He told ABC news that when octo-sicko first approached him, she told him she had cancer, and thus needed a doctor's help to have a baby.
Octo-sicko denies he was the dad of the second litter.
The guy says the donations justify a paternity test. He is willing to help her out, so he says, regardless of the paternity results. He may be a saint, with lots of cash and time and patience. Or, he may smell cash, and a fast track to appearances on Dr. Phil, offers from celeb weeklies and the like.
ABC also reports that court records show octo-sicko divorced her husband in January 2008. (Guess that makes two men in the world who were at some point interested in octo-sicko.) The divorce documents indicate that there were no children of the marriage, suggesting the first litter of 6 were not her husband's.
Only thing perfectly clear is how much more simple her life could have been if she followed this old fashioned rule: when a fella comes over, offer him something in cup. Fill the cup with the liquid of his choosing from the list you provide him: coffee. soda. wine. water. When he is all done, take from the fella the now empty cup, show him to the door and wish him a pleasant evening.
Read the ABC story here.
A woman was arrested in Florida for putting poison in baby food jars and containers of juice at the grocery store. It is reported that she put on gloves and spent about 15 minutes squirting a dark liquid that smelled like ammonia into the baby food. When questioned, she said she was mixing food for her son. The AP reports her son is 21.
Authorities gave her a mental health evaluation before putting her in jail. Good I suppose to confirm she is a whack. But here's hoping officials didn't spend lots of money to figure out whether the woman is ill.
She is reported to have a history of hurting others. She stabbed someone in 2006.
Hoorah to the store employees who observed her and prevented a potentially deadly outcome to a random Florida baby. And thankfully, the whack took her time rather than inject a squirt in 15 seconds, giving employees the time to become curious. But, maybe, just maybe, that store employees were the mechanism to prevent poisoned food from being carried home and digested suggests certain foods be more securely packaged. This woman, like the Tylenol tampering whack, is not alone in whatever ails and motivates her.
