Cast Blog: #RHOBH

Just Being Honest

Lisa ponders Taylor's marriage, and the white party.

First and foremost, I would like to wish you all a happy New Year! I spent mine in the Bravo clubhouse witnessing the marriage of the Gigster to Grandma Wrinkles!

But yes it's so good to be back, so this week it was party, party, party!

We start in our rose garden. There I was cutting roses, one of my favorite pastimes and essential jobs, but with my husband on my case about the eviction of Cedric, the experience was not quite so pleasant. He is becoming increasingly frustrated by his actions, and rather irritated with his relaxed attitude about looking for somewhere else to live. It has become a constant source of aggravation for Ken, and I suppose in a way for both of us. However when somebody doesn't really have another option it is difficult to push the situation…but it has been over a year.

Kyle was intrigued at Pandora’s party about Cedric’s life, and asked many questions and listened intently to the stories of his troubled past. But I know Kyle is not a huge fan of his, as she has warned me to be careful and skeptical as to the validity of his experiences. We will see as only time will tell.

Pandora’s boyfriend Jason started to make a speech and I waited with bated breath for the proposal that would make us all so happy....nothing! I don't want to put pressure on them, scratch that, of course I do! I adore the way they act together our families have become entwined in each others lives in the last few years.

Oh well I live in hope!

Mauricio’s party was a fabulous night, but it really demonstrated the incredible disconnect between Russell and Taylor.

He just seems so uncomfortable in these situations, and she appears to be hankering for something that may just be unattainable in her marriage. At what point does one say this is the way that person is and it's an impossible task to change them? I don't know, we shall see how this plays out, I personally am not too optimistic about the ultimate outcome in regard to Taylor having the kind of relationship that she so desperately desires.

Somebody's character is hard to mold to suit your own requirements. Normally in a social situation one would just accept that, but here in this arena we are asked to be honest and open with our thoughts.

I sometimes find that difficult, maybe going back to my British upbringing and our reluctance to display our emotions, but it begs the question how much do we compromise in order to live the life that we dream of.

All these unions and relationships change, progress, or deteriorate and that's what makes reality television so fascinating--that you witness, like a fly on the wall, the happiness or in some cases, the ultimate demise of, some of these situations.

Keep watching. I love your comments and will see you next week.

Love always,

Lisa

Lisa R.: I Am Horrified By the Way Kim Treats Kyle

Lisa R. talks about what drove her to throw the glass.

Have you ever put a bunch of ingredients in the blender, hit power on only to realize that you forgot to put the lid on, so it sprays everywhere? This is exactly how my brain feels after this episode. There has been so much going on and so much building up that finally everything has just exploded into a million pieces.

What a relief it was to see Eileen and Lisa V. arrive in Amsterdam. It was only a tiny calm before the storm, though, because sh-- hit the fan almost immediately. As I watch the show today, there are so many little details and nuances that I'd forgotten in the months since the trip.

As soon as we sat down for dinner, you can see how aggressive and extremely discontent Kim Richards was sitting among us, waiting for the slightest thing to provoke her anger. She looked at whoever was speaking with disdain, just waiting to challenge them. Yolanda was a gracious hostess, though, and tried to make the best of what appeared to be a rocky beginning to the night. I, for one, found Yolanda's suggestion that we each discuss something in our lives that has moved us deeply to be heartfelt and touching.

As I spoke of my own sister dying at age 21 of a sleeping pill and alcohol overdose when I was six years old, I really allowed myself to become vulnerable among these women. I trusted each of them to let me tell my story and perhaps allow my words to be a bonding experience, so I took the opportunity to once again apologize to Kim for overstepping a boundary of hers. Had I known that sharing a story so deeply rooted inside of me would cause Kim to lash out at Eileen, Kyle, and myself, I would have never opened my mouth and allowed us to be left open to her uncontrollable anger and spiteful words.

The insults she continued to hurl at Eileen were terribly disgusting and hurtful. To sit there and insult her physical appearance, call her a “beast,” and tell her to shut her f---ing mouth was just beyond. I mean, even to this day, all I can do is stare in wide-eyed horror and shake my head in disgust. As for Kyle, I wouldn’t presume to get in the middle of family matters, but I am horrified by the way Kim treats her. I can only hope they find a way to settle their differences because this is just so NOT OK.

I'm just glad that I didn't strangle her on the spot, mainly because I hear the food in jail sucks and orange is not my best color! 

Lisa Rinna

Again it was Yolanda who tried to bring a little dignity and class back into the conversation. Unfortunately, Kim twisted what Yolanda was trying to do into a deflection away from her own behavior and onto my husband and me. Where on earth did that come from? I am fiercely protective of my marriage and my family, and I'll be damned if I let someone as disturbed as she is create false rumors about my husband. I think it's plain to see that Kim crossed the line. That was my "DO NOT F--- WITH ME" moment. You have just met my inner gangster! I'm just glad that I didn't strangle her on the spot, mainly because I hear the food in jail sucks and orange is not my best color! The crazy part is Kim has met Harry once, one time. And that was the night of the poker party when she had taken one or two or 20 of Monty’s pain pills, so who knows what on earth was going through her mind when she met him or during that car ride from hell.

Look, I own the fact that I allowed myself to be provoked, and it was uncool to break a glass in the restaurant. It was not one of my finest moments, but there's only so much my inner gangster can take before she goes postal. It was all very draining, and by the time we got to our conversation the next morning, I was really over it and not looking for another fight. Besides, we were in Amsterdam for God's sake, and it was beautiful and I wasn't about to let Kim, of all people, ruin my short time there, so I stopped reminding Kim that I had, in fact, come directly to her with my concerns and just took the high road.

Chaos and anger aside, I really loved being in Amsterdam, especially with such a wonderful and generous tour guide as Yolanda. Riding bikes through her quaint village to the windmills was refreshing, cathartic, and good for the soul. The cake eating was pretty funny and then, of course, more drama ensued, which I couldn't get away from fast enough. I was in survival mode already just trying to get through the evening, let alone another five days.

More from Amsterdam next week...

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