Hola Mis Amores! I hope you all had a beautiful week.
This week's episode was quite interesting for me to watch as I discovered hypocrisy at its maximum exposition.
What I can't understand is how in the world was Carlton so offended that my husband joked about having a naked room when our babies grow up -- yet this is pretty much her main storyline? How was she so offended when I spoke about my husband's manhood, yet she does the exact same thing? I wonder if she is getting inspired by the very same things she hates about me and decides to do them? Too much double standard, especially for someone who claims to be so spiritual and to love women.
Kimberly's graduation party was simply stunning. I spoke a lot with Kim about it, and I know how much work and love she put into it. That's why when she told me to dress for the theme (Hawaiian) I decided to put a little effort into it for her. So Carlton, save your opinions on my wardrobe because I for sure DO NOT need any fashion advice from you. And as always, you smile to my face and then talk crap in your confessionals.
Kimberly is a very sweet girl and it was a pleasure to be included in her cerebration.
I thought it was very tacky for Carlton and Brandi to show up slightly drunk, eat a burger at the curve before even greeting the host, and for Carlton to go fishing for booze when she knows Kim is a recovering alcoholic. (You can drink in front of her -- she is strong and can handle it. But you don't go to her home to ask for alcohol.) Frankly it was good they left because the rest of the night was fantastic! The collage Kim made for Kimberly was very touching.
The day Lisa called me to ask me if I could come participate in her charity I was overwhelmed. That day I had the photoshoot for the Friend Movement campaign, I was hosting the Friend Movement concert and I had to leave early from the concert to run to my Siberia premiere party at my home. This is the same concert LeAnn Rimes headlined. That's why many think we know each other but the reality is we have never met. That night she was closing the show and by the time I left she hadn't arrived. Thank God, it all turned out great. The concert and the premiere party were a success and we had lot's of fun -- our last guest left our home at around 4 am. Therefore the next morning at Lisa's I was a bit tired, but I didn't want to miss it and wanted to support Lisa's cause.
Brandi was voicing that she believes the difference between her and I is that I settled with my husband. If settling is finding the love of your life, a man who loves you and respects you, a man who will stand with you through thick and thin, a man who makes you feel like a queen every day, a man you love to see when you wake up, a man you love to share your life with. . . I could go on and on. If that's settling than I can happily say that I settled and I would do it all over again.
I believe in this week's episode you can see the real difference between Brandi and I: I am happy and I love life. After our conversation, the moment she apologized I really thought we could have a clean slate and move forward. I truly believe in forgiveness and know it is a very liberating way to live life, but sadly it seems I was fooled by Brandi. Her true colors came out.
I was shocked to see that after I hugged her and she hugged me back, she goes on to say in her confessional: "Don't touch me. Ewww, don't come near me." On top of it, she then says we can agree to disagree. This was not about a disagreement, you asked for forgiveness and said you are sorry. But perhaps you don't know what a real sorry means.
Before meeting her, like many others, I thought she was an honest girl that "says it like it is." But this is her character: a true hypocrite. I never want to hear anyone talk about how "honest" Brandi is because she has proven to be the TOTAL OPPOSITE!
Something I did love was to see how Kyle and Lisa were connecting and playing around in the pool. I hope they can one day go back to the fun loving friendship they had.
Thanks for reading and for your comments. Until next time. . .