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Kyle: Some People Came With an Agenda

Kyle wonders if she has to be an animal to woo Carlton and if some people came to Palm Springs with an agenda.

This week we all headed to Palm Springs, which is known as the place to relax. However, "relaxed" is not the word I would use to describe how we were feeling on this getaway.

I'll start out with shopping with Carlton. When she told me I had done something she didn't like, I thought, "Oh, no. What did I do?" But by the time she got to the second thing and then the third, I thought, "You must be kidding me!"

The faces she was making when the girl Wendy in the store was trying to be nice and compliment me were flat out mean. Then, at the end, Wendy called my name right BEFORE Carlton started to speak so I had just stepped away and didn't hear her. Again with the faces. Carlton is always speaking about how she cares about nature and animals. I guess I'd have to be an animal in order for her to be nice to me.

I have never met someone like Carlton that was so quick to judge and easy to anger. I had heard the Mexican expression, "looking for tits on an ant" from my father-in-law, Eduardo, years ago. I had never used the expression until I met Carlton. She just wants so badly to dislike me. In watching the show, I feel foolish for even making an effort with her.

In spite of things being uncomfortable lately, I was determined to try and have fun on our getaway. Palm Springs is beautiful and Kim, Joyce, and I had fun driving down. We laughed, danced, and sang the whole way.

As soon as the others arrived, we quickly changed and went to the pool. From here on, I am actually speechless watching. At the time, I remember how much anxiety I had been having when we were all together. Seeing it brings back all those feelings.

The women chastising Joyce for not getting in the pool was completely absurd.

Why would women at this age care who wants to swim or not? I stayed quiet for a bit, but finally had to say that we are too old for peer pressure. I don't understand why they wouldn't leave Joyce alone. Carlton was, of course, quick to scold me that I shouldn't say peer pressure. I wasn't quite sure WHAT to call it. It was disgusting. That's what I was REALLY thinking.

Yolanda kept saying that she should lead her party and get in the pool. . . Then she said in her interview that she thought Joyce was worried about getting her hair wet or having her makeup run. It seems to me that’s exactly what Yolanda wanted.

When Brandi said to Joyce, "You can't swim? Oh, you’re a black person?" my mouth dropped. Why does she say these things? I do not believe Brandi is a racist. I do think that was a really insensitive thing to say though. She was trying to get a rise out of Joyce by calling her in the wrong name over and over. The other women seemed to find humor in it, which fueled it even more.

Not quite sure what to make out of Brandi and Carlton's makeout session. 

The dinner started out OK, but didn't take long to turn into a disaster. You could cut the tension with a knife. There are so many strange dynamics happening here I don't know where to begin. I will say that it was very obvious these four were a team and that they had no desire to have a fun getaway. There was an agenda there.

I felt like "Brandi, Lisa, Yolanda and Carlton" versus "Kim, Kyle, and Joyce." Lisa trying to reprimand Joyce for telling Brandi she was bullied in school made no sense. Joyce didn't say she was bullied by THEM. She said she was bullied in school. Lisa wanted to distance herself from Brandi's behavior, but continued to encourage her by laughing. Lisa was clearly agitated with us and wanted to dismiss everything we were saying.

When I shook my head at the behavior I was witnessing, Yolanda and Carlton were quick to jump on me. I didn't want to fuel the fire by getting into my issues with Yolanda. This was not the time or the place. This was a conversation to have one-on-one. I'm sure Yolanda wanted to bring it up then, so she would have the back up from her "team."

Of course when Joyce wanted to chime in, Yolanda snapped at her. Saying "Joyce sweetheart, don't get involved" was beyond rude. Joyce was our host. How Yolanda can sit there and say she's a "girl's girl" is ridiculous with the way she is treating some of the girls here. Yolanda thinks she is better than everyone and likes to speak to everyone in a condescending tone. I felt bad for Joyce and could see this night was only getting worse. . . 

Until next week. . .Thanks for watching.

XO,
KYLE

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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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