Taylor's Audacity
Yolanda is aghast at a few of the ladies' behavior, particularly Taylor's at dinner.
Hi everyone. . .
Thank you so much for taking the time out of your busy day to read my blog and get to know me better.
Please know that I am a very straight shooter, and that I stand behind every word that comes out of my mouth. However, English is not my first language and sometimes I say things that get lost in translation, or I'll makeup words that don't even exist in the English dictionary.
That said, let's get to the good stuff of this week. . .
I loved watching Kim. There is something about seeing her do so well that moves me. I really want her to succeed. As she was preparing for Kimberly's prom, I felt joy for her, but also empathy because she is trying so hard to make up for lost time -- which unfortunately she can't.
It seems difficult for kids to understand that we as parents are human who sometimes make mistakes. they definitely don't realize how much time and effort goes into getting them to that special prom day safe and sound. . .It's a huge milestone!
When Kimberly walked out looking so gorgeous and calls her mom, I just got really emotional. I don't know, it was such a sweet and tender moment between a mom and a daughter. Kyle and Lisa's visit. . .I know Kyle wants to help, but honestly do we really want to hear her go in circles about the Adrienne situation one more time? She continues to inject herself into the subject without solving the problem. She seems to be playing both sides.
Paul's conversation with Kim and Adrienne in the limo seemed so petty. I honestly don't understand how any man could choose to get involved in his wife's bickering with her girlfriend over shoes and a dog, but does he not leave out the fact that his wife accused Lisa of selling a story to the press?
Seeing this episode, I can't help but feel that there is so much more drama going on then David and I could have ever imagined. It's hard to be new in a group that has so much dramatic history and is now divided into two different groups. Some of the girls play in both groups (double-dipping?), and it kind of feels like high school. Haha.
Anyway our home is our home. We really don't do big events here. We usually only host family and our inner circle of close friends.
I had no expectations but was excited to host a beautiful night and give the girls the opportunity to meet my family. I wanted them to get a glimpse of how I live my life and what I am about as a woman, a mother, and a friend -- but unfortunately conversation never had a chance to run that deep.
I am surprised to see the girls get so snooty when talking about Richard, who happens to be much more than a butler. Not only has he been a friend and caterer of the Foster family for over 25 years; he's also a fantastic restaurateur that loves the art of entertaining. So, we are always extremely thankful to have him help us when we host the occasional dinner party.
Sitting at the dinner table, I could see the alcohol was taking effect and I could feel the negative energy starting to rise. . .Brrr. . .it gives me goosebumps.
Taylor, of course, has to trash Brandi once again. She seeems to love to do that, preferably behind her back. . .
What really rubbed me the wrong way is the attitude and audacity with which she came into our home and started acting rudely and being disrespectful to my husband, who she never even met!
She should be so honored to be in his company. Obviously our friends, musicians Chris Botti, Michael John, and Nita Withaker came out to accompany David on the piano and do a little show for our new friends, but it seemed like their petty fights and differences from the past stopped them from being in the moment and enjoying the fun night we had planned for them. Needless to say, it ended up being an early night!
I tried to break the ice and march them all out of the front door so I could burn some sage and get my happy house back. (Just kidding!)
Anyway, on and upwards! As you can imagine, the real drama has only just begun. . .
Have a great week. Talk soon,
XO
YO