Cast Blog: #RHONY

No Excuses

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

No Excuses

Heather wishes everyone wasn't so filled with excuses this week, herself included.

No excuses. . .

Calling a man's wife crazy was probably not the best approach but initially Mario didn't seem to disagree that Ramona was acting irrational. And in light of her behavior, I think crazy wasn't far off the mark. Ramona should be fighting her own "bottles," but instead of facing her issues she's dropping bombs and then and running off, like always, and I am left to face Mario now. At least, Carole seems to agree with me.

And Aviva? What's with Aviva? Is her attack on me a way of changing the subject? Come on ladies, I am right about Jacques. Reid is defending me while Aviva is defending Mario? And why is she is still talking about London? LuAnn and I were excluded from Miami and we don't feel wronged. Enough is enough. Aviva and I definitely aren't on the same page all of the time, but at the end of the evening, we realize together that this really isn't about us and we decide to let it go.

Despite the fact that Aviva frustrates me at times, I do admire her and care for her. I arrived really late to her charity event at SoulCycle -- but not because I was angry at her or holding a grudge. I honestly am not. I was just held up at Yummie in a meeting I could not reschedule. You have to understand getting around in the city can be insane and you really need to allow yourself at least 30 or 40 minutes to make any appointment on time. Unfortunately, my meeting didn't afford me this luxury. I knew it would be a tight squeeze, but thankfully I got there just in the nick of time to be counted and support this great cause.

Aviva discusses openly about the fact that she suffers from panic disorders, which can be traced back to her accident as a child. I've told her that she is the calmest panicked person I have ever met. She is so smooth about her phobias that you really never see her sweat. But, when she talks going to St. Barth's without Reid, as I've said before, you can actually feel the panicked energy in the air around her. This is really stressing her out and I feel bad for her. I can only imagine how debilitating a disorder like this would be. It is clear that Reid really is her rock.

Later, Aviva and I planned an outing with our families and I thought it would be nice for us to have a stress-free afternoon together. I care for Aviva, and, like I said, the fight we had wasn't really about us after all. Reid seems to see what I see and he understands me more than Aviva does lately. I look forward to spending some time with the Dreschers. I do think Aviva is just having a momentary lapse of sanity with regard to Ramona and honestly hasn't everyone admitted Ramona can be crazy? She really is just too much! I only hope she's not contagious and is spreading her crazy to my friends!?

Flash to our playdate and there is that Hudson Drescher -- how precious is he?!? I just died when he said he didn't want to ride the merry-go-round because it would shake his penis all over. That is one of those moments during filming when everyone just falls out laughing! It was hysterical and precious at the same time and thanks to RHONY Viv and Reid forever have it on tape. My sweet little ones too!!!! It was a great day.And speaking of great days. . .I have no words for the children Aviva works with. Seeing that little boy with his new running blade prosthetics left me speechless. I cried throughout that scene. Happy tears. I get extremely moved by how bittersweet life can be. . .so beautiful. Aviva had invited me to this and we had planned that I would bring Jax along. He and Aviva have developed a special bond based on their struggles and I love it. She can talk to him about things from a place I cannot and she takes it very seriously and as a "responsibility." She loves Jax that much more for it. And I love her right back for it. Unfortunately, scheduling conflicts prevented me from attending this special day, but I loved watching it on TV along with you all. What a beautiful scene and how much do I admire Aviva for giving back the way she does. She is such an amazing role model for these little ones. Everyone is over-scheduled but this is one thing I was so very sad to miss. No excuses.

It feels like this episode was full of excuses. . .excuses for saying the wrong thing, excuses for not showing up to support a friend, excuses for not being able to travel, so many excuses! Some of them justified and others maybe not so much. We all have our reasons but wouldn’t it be nice if we didn't need them?

As always, thank you for all of your support and feedback. You make being on the show so rewarding for me. To learn more about me and my shapewear, go to Facebook, YummieLife.com, and HeatherThomson.net. You can also enjoy 10 percent off your next Yummie Tummie order by entering code "iloveheathert10" at checkout. And please don't forget to follow me on Twitter (@iamHeatherT) and to visit DonateLife.net to sign up to become an organ and tissue donor.

Xx Heather

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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