Cast Blog: #RHONY

Debbie Downers

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

Debbie Downers

Ramona shares why she packed (and unpacked) the way she did and what she really thinks of her travel companions.

Morocco here we are! What an exotic place!!! We were traveling all night, and I had been up since 8 am the day before we arrived. But, I was so excited to be there. The place LuAnn found was stunning. My room had the most magnificent and tremendous terrace off of it. I was in heaven.

I always unpack as soon as I arrive (Mario got me into the habit). When LuAnn introduced us to the staff and said they would help us with whatever we needed, I jumped right on it and said, "Could you please help me unpack?" How did that get changed to LuAnn saying that I asked someone to unpack my bags? I said "help."

I have extremely sensitive skin (that's why I developed Tru Renewal skincare). I needed to make sure the house had 100 percent cotton sheets and feather pillows otherwise I would have just packed my own. The same thing goes for my five pound weights! If LuAnn was a proper hostess, she would have emailed us to ask if we had any special requests. I always do that before people stay with me. So, since she never did, I emailed her to ask if the home had these and also thought of making sure all the ladies would have plenty of hangers in the rooms. Don't you hate it when you stay at a hotel and there are never enough hangers? I always have to call for more when I arrive. That LuAnn felt the need to say negative things behind my back is beyond me. Why does LuAnn keep acting if she is the sole hostess? Did she forget it was Sonja's idea to have this trip and that they are co-hosts?

I went out with Sonja, the other hostess, for lunch at a nearby five star hotel. We found out while at the hotel, that it was proper to wear the same clothes we wear in NYC when you go out; that Marrakech is westernized. It's only if you are at a temple or holy place that you need to be covered. That's why I packed enough for seven people! LOL!

LuAnn really did not know the proper attire so I just packed a ton! One bag was devoted just to my newest pieces for True Faith Jewelry. All the jewelry I wear on every episode are my own designs. Oh! The dresses LuAnn made fun of? They are designed by David Meister, the very designer she wants to wear. Did you notice the first night we went out LuAnn had on a dress with a deep V? Why is she making fun of me behind my back? Even Jill, Kelly, and Cindy got involved.

I am glad I went out to lunch with Sonja we were able to get the lay of the land. We met people we knew and had a blast only to come back to the Debbie Downers (the brunettes). Why can't they lighten up? We are on vacation! Sonja, Alex, and I wanted to kick back. I wanted to have fun and party a little! What is wrong with that? Next time, we should leave them home.

I am a control freak and the designer was not putting our names down on what we chose. I am short and petite and would look like a butterball in anything full and billowy. I know what I like, and I have very precise tastes. I wasn't trying to insult the designer, but if he was creating designs especially for us I wanted to make sure it worked for me.

Brad was at my home several times this summer, and I was looking forward to seeing him. When Jill was calling him out about exaggerating that it was his house I almost peed in my pants. It was the kettle calling the pot black. Jill always exaggerates about her possessions! She rented a yellow Ferrari for one week and told everyone Bobby bought it for her. She sold her Hamptons' home four years ago but continually told people she owned it (she was actually renting it from the new owners). I am seeing so much negativity from some of these girls. How did I ever become friends with them?

Why is Jill always watching me and making nasty comments? Is she that bored with her own life?

My telephone did not work, and I was looking at photos! I was not texting or emailing. I did have fun at Brad's home. Watching it replayed, it looks like Sonja and I were the only ones having fun! The snake was scary to me, and I had to hold on to the people closest to me as I was freaked!

Were we a little tipsy by the end of the night? Absolutely, but we were not driving. We were just unwinding and having Turtle Time. Also, we had now been up for over 34 hours straight! We were tipsy just on lack of sleep!!!

The psychic readings on everyone were very interesting. I, for one, never take what they say to heart. It's strange though, how some people love to jump on anything that's negative. I don't want to give away what happened next so wait until next week!

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Till next week

Xoxo

Ramona

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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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