Cast Blog: #RHONY

Who's the Boss?

Ramona on Her Divorce From Mario

Carole on Elitists and Bitches

Heather Says That's a Wrap

Sonja: Don't Take Yourself Too Seriously

The Countess: Sonja and I Are on the Outs

Aviva Says Bye for Now

Kristen on Surviving Her First Season

LuAnn: For Ramona Ignorance Is Bliss

Who Cares How Carole Wrote Her Book?

Carole on Stupid Things You've Heard on Bravo

Aviva's "Foul Ignorance"

Kristen: Ramona's Out of Touch with Reality

Sonja Is Very Private

Ramona on the Grueling Reunion

LuAnn: Sonja Is Off the Rails

Heather: Et tu Ramona Singer?

Aviva on Kristen's "Gatemouth" Look

Kristen: Sonja Could Be Successful

Sonja's Glad Aviva Threw Her Leg

Carole: Waiter, We're Done

Ramona: Aviva's Leg Scared All of Us

Heather Focuses on What Matters

LuAnn: Sonja Only Has Herself to Blame

What Else Does Aviva Have in That Bag?

Aviva: Leggy Blonde

God Gave me a Great Ass and His Approval

Sonja on Her Harry Situation with LuAnn

Ramona: Where Did the Time Go With Avery?

Heather Tips to Plan a Party for Carole

Aviva Rises Above the Nonsense

Love Kristen Tender

Sonja and Harry Aren't Good for Each Other

Ramona: Mario's Voice Is So Sexy

Aviva Defends Her Asthma

Heather's Sasha Fierce Moment

Nothing Is Too Romantic for Sonja

LuAnn: I Sing When I Feel Like Singing

Kristen: This Show Has Helped My Marriage

Carole: Oh Beautiful for Spacious Skies. . .

Ramona: Just Don't Ask Me to Go Every Year

Who's the Boss?

Tamra shares some advice for Silex and gets pumped for the premiere of The Real Housewives of New Jersey.

Sorry for not blogging last week. Ryan had surgery and like most moms my energy was focused on him. He broke his foot three months ago and needed surgery, but he didn't have health insurance because he had just started a new job. Long story short, he broke his foot again and needed pins and screws. Get better Ryan.

So I can't believe next week we say good-bye to our favorite bitches. Seems like just yesterday we were so excited to tune in and watch New York's finest. There was lil' Simon in his Speedo and hairy nipples, Ramona with her crazy eyes and wild arms, Lady B with her one-liners and rocking bod, LuAnn letting everyone know she was The Countess, Kelly with a huge smile looking medicated and Jill trying to sell everything she can to make a Bravo buck. Funny how I wrote about Simon and NOT Alex....who's the housewife in that relationship?

So Alex and Simon need drapes, and what better place to go than Zarin Fabric? They bring their horribly behaved children, who rip through all the fabric, bounce on the furniture and run down the aisles. It personally drives me nuts to see children act like that - I don't know how Jill kept so calm. You know she wanted to knock their heads together. I have two boys and two girls and know it isn't always easy to keep them in line. But I have to say when I give my kids "the look" (which isn't that easy with this much Botox) they know to stop. Silex you need to show those kids who's boss!

B goes to see Francky to get her roots done. He has a name I have never heard before and I keep saying it over and over again in my head just because. Francky, a very hot gay man (go figure) has a piece of hot model butt for B. After Googling her name and showing him her pic, he was ready to jump on board. B demanded to see what picture he saw, and then proceeded to say, "I don't blame him, that's a good one." You gotta give the girl props for letting everyone know she thinks she's HOT. So they meet at a restaurant and clearly B brought the twins out to play. Way to rock the titties! They had a cute little conversation and he clearly only understood about 50% of what she was talking about, which was probably a good thing since she wouldn't shut up. She seemed a little nervous. I see it going NOWHERE FAST, but that's OK, because unmarried B and Gay Francky made a deal: "If we're still single when we turn 40, let's marry each other." Don't bother, just let him knock you up and call it day. No need to complicate things.

I was really excited about seeing Simon and Alex's house. Although it wasn't my taste, I though it looked wonderful. (I was going to say amazing...but Kelly truly ran that word into the ground.) I almost think the Alice Cooper picture works - who knew?

The whole conversation with Bethenny and Kelly was confusing and a waste of B's time. How can you argue with someone who can't even speak? Kelly is really OUT there. I can't figure this girl out. If I have to hear that baby voice one more time I am going jump in the TV and sew her lips together. For the record, I don't believe Kelly is dating Max for a New York minute. I think it is a lame excuse for Max to get camera time.

OK so I saw the commercial for New Jersey and thought to myself, I can't wait! I got out my phone and texted Jacqueline (one of the New Jersey wives) and she was watching the NY show at the same time. So we get to texting back and forth and OMG, let me just tell you how much I love this girl.

Ramona walks into the plastic surgeon's office to get her pits under control. She goes on to tell the doc about her excessive sweating. Then Jackie says to me, "At least she is not talking about her chuckie odor, maybe she needs to douche those pits." I almost died laughing. Yes, chuckie odor is exactly what you think it is. And J is the quiet one on the show. Can't wait! I'm thinking that NY has kind of lost its momentum - it came out strong, but fizzled out. As much we all want everyone to get along and like each other, it just doesn't make good TV. I think B brought a lot to the table this season and the show would not be the same without her. The previews for next week look great and I really hope they bring it, as I am going Tweet with the fans and I really need some juice!

OK so this is something I never do...self-promote! Everyone else does so here I go. I've been working out like a mad woman recently. As a 41-year-old mother of four, it isn't always easy to have the energy I need. Vick turned me on to Duzoxin, a product she uses for weight management. For me I take one pill before I work out and it gives me the energy I need. Of course working out and a good diet are still needed. I highly recommend it.

Carole on Elitists and Bitches

Carole says what she really thinks of Aviva and all of her talk about her book and things being "ghetto."

Dear Fans,

Let me start with something I stole it from Twitter this week. "The most dangerous liars are those who think they are telling the truth."

I'll say it again. The blonde at the end of the right couch, the one who's prone to lobbing limbs and insults, is an Insulting. Bitch. Some of you didn't believe me. Maybe some of you still don't. But after watching the reunion shows I imagine it's harder and harder to cheer for the anti-hero. Just when you think she can't get any faker she does.

The story according to Aviva makes me laugh: We were arguing, she insulted me, I called her a psychopath and that prompted her to affectionately compliment me on my age. Sure. Her disdain for the intelligence of the audience is palpable. It was too stupid for me to even reply. But as I was watching the reunion, and particularly Aviva and the way she treats people, I was reminded of something my Grandma Millie used to say. (I love everything Grandma Millie used to say.) "At 25, you have the face you're born with. At 45 you have the face you deserve."

I'd rather be 50 and me than be 45 and Aviva, any day of the week. She aged worse this season than a president in his first term. Holy short dress, I don't mind at all how I look. Overbite and all. I'll take it.

When I first met Aviva she was lovely. Really lovely. I meant what I said on the couch, I wish we had seen more of that. Her easy laugh and funny neurotic ways. Instead all we saw was a mean and angry woman. All because I asked her if she hired a writer -- a writer she did hire. It makes no sense. Three years ago she told me she'd read my memoir, What Remains. This was a book published in 2006 about my childhood, my family, my career and marriage, and then the death of my husband, Anthony Radziwill. A man I loved more than anyone I had loved before or have loved since. She gushed over my book. She quoted from it. We hugged. She seemed so sincere. Flash forward and she now believes it was written by a ghostwriter. She even knew his name, and it wasn't Truman Capote. It was Bill Whitworth, she told me. She repeated this over and over to anyone who would listen. And it doesn't matter how many times she repeats it -- it will never make it true.

When they stopped listening she started saying in the press and on social media that not only was my book written by someone else but that it was not my place to have written a book about my life, and my marriage. And, as if I didn't remember, she reminded me that I'd written about people who had died. Um, yeah. I know. It was my husband and my family and my closest friend who died. Just. . .wow. But I wasn't important enough to tell my story because my husband's family was famous, or historic or whatever she said. Because they had money and privilege and yachts. Really. Who do I think I am?

I’ll tell you. I’m a girl from upstate New York who grew up in a loving, if sometimes kooky, Italian working class family. I worked for everything I earned, just like my parents did and their parents before them. I have a proud family history of hard work and small but precious rewards that followed. My family won't be in any history books. I didn't grow up privileged. We didn't spend summers in Europe or Christmas in Palm Beach. A day spent at the town pool or playing in the woods behind our house was great. Much like Heather, I was taught strong values and decent manners. I learned to live with integrity and honesty. I'm proud of my upbringing and the woman I became, as was my husband. As is his family to this very day. I've known people who lived in what Aviva would consider the "ghetto" who have more class and decency than she shows.

All this talk about class and ghetto -- you'd think we were living in communist Russia. Here is the thing. This is America. In our country it doesn't matter a lick where you are from, it only matters where you're going. So don’t let anyone tell you that you aren't good enough because you didn’t grow up on Park Avenue or in a family that had some history, or because you enjoy saying mother-f---er now and then. I’ve met people from all walks of life. I spent time in refugee camps in Southeast Asia, and in the projects of Chicago. I've been to State dinners with Presidents. I met the Queen of England on a beach in Anguilla. No one is any more valuable or important than you are. No one is more important than your family and your friends.

Let the elitists go slow into the night.

In spite of the BookGate dust up I had a great time this season. I made wonderful new friends in LuAnn and Kristen and my friendship with Heather is more special and important to me than I could have ever imagined just three years ago. Friends have each other's backs. I love her, madly. And while we didn't always act appropriately, we had a lot of laughs. I hope you did too.

Thank you all for your supportive and funny and brilliant tweets. And while we didn't all agree on everything all of the time I enjoyed your participation in the show. Even the mean tweets about my skinny neck and my overbite were amusing. Like I said, I've stolen some tweets already. You may see others as dialogue in my next book, and yes, you can all say you were my ghostwriters.

As always,

With love, Writer Girl xoxo

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