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Housewarming Part 2: #Bookgate
How fun was my lipstick color that night? I was ready for a fun and celebratory evening and then Aviva broke out with "word on the street" and all hell broke loose. . .I was wondering, does that mean 72nd and Broadway? Or is there some "Secret Street" that comes up with gossip and myths? Why would Aviva have to say, "At least I am not 50?" Aviva, last I checked, you weren’t so far off lady? What did the age comment have to do with anything? I am seeing a side of Aviva at this party that I have only heard about. I am treading cautiously. Let's remember that I only just met all these woman. I am trying to form my own opinions. The only thing I know to be 150 percent or 100 percent true is that Carole did not use a ghost/cowriter.
Aviva should not be accusing Carole of lying and should be careful spreading rumors about someone's career and business that are not based on the facts.
Carole’s comment about Aviva not knowing because she hasn’t ever had a job outside of the home is valid. Aviva feels no remorse spreading rumors about Carole.
Oh, Sonja and the interns -- #TeamSonja.
I don't really get it. I don't really need to get it. I really only benefit from spending time with Sonja and her interns. Not gonna lie, there where plenty of times last summer where I asked one of them to hold my bag or make a call for me or grab me some water (There were so many of them Sonja could share!). That's why Sonja is so awesome -- she shares!
Taylor is really great. He does it all for Sonja. I don’t know what she would do without him! He is always so calm and even-keeled and in control. Sonja needs that because she is so all over the place. I guess the real question is what the hell are they getting credit for? Where is the business or in her case businesses? Red carpet-ready? Super cool, but when does she do that? I wanna go. . ."Was that last Season? Two Seasons ago?" Huh. . .
That poor new cute blonde girl was like a deer in headlights. She has no idea what she is getting herself into! #Spoileralert. I don’t remember meeting her so don’t think she made it! LOL!
It was a gorgeous hot summer day for Aviva's book cover shoot in Central Park! It had rained the day before, I remember the grass was wet and a bit muddy. Aviva looked gorgeous under the trees and it was fitting that she shot her cover in the park. She is there all the time with her kids and lives only a few blocks away. It's cool she shot with a photographer she has such a history with. My only two cents about the actual look for the cover shot is since the book is called Leggy Blonde and since Aviva has a great body, it would have been cool to actually see some leg.
I think that it's is an amazing wonderful accomplishment that Aviva wrote this book. It really is! Hats off to her. How ever it got done, I am sure that it wasn't that easy. Oh, never mind she said it was easy. . .Anyway, you know what I mean.
I was warned about Aviva and her anger/temper by the girls, but I hadn't seen it yet for myself until the night of her party. I had to just call her out on it -- what happened? Seems like your jealous. I still do not understand what is wrong with saying that at one point she considered getting help writing her book and then decided that she could do it all on her own. Then she starts going on about her writing background. That's great. Good for her, those are some great accomplishments. Do I really care about this? No. The only issue is Aviva spreading rumors about Carole and her book is slander. It's f---ed up. Stop!
"Let it be known" if and when I ever get lucky enough to write my own book, I will need some help and can’t wait to audition ghostwriters.
Heather has been training with Will from WILLSPACE and we have all hung out quite a bit. Will is awesome and his gym is great. Josh and Will hit it off immediately and asked them to do the race with us. It was a perfect fit. Not like any of these other ladies could EVER do a race like that! Will wanted to meet up to give us a little pep talk and run some drills. That day is was raining, raining, raining. We were in Central Park in the rain. I should have know it was a sign! It sucked and was cold.
The Spartan Race. I have watched that damn footage now four times and can’t figure out if my husband is right? Am I an ungrateful pussy, that needs to man up or am I Real Housewife that is scared s---less?
I had so much emotion running through me that whole damn race that a breakdown at the finish line was inevitable. Really, there was no way around that breakdown. I am not one to hide any emotion. I am an open book on every level. I finished. I am NOT a quitter. I am a model, a girly girl, but let's be clear -- I grew up in Connecticut on a farm. I cleaned out barns, rode motorcycles, played in the dirt, climbed trees, etc. I am my husband's wife. I did that race to support him and his company EBOOST. One year later, I can look back and say that I am happy that I did the race. Yes, I am now a "Spartan." I am open to trying everything one time. I did it, it's done I am now officially a damn Spartan. Whoop de do. . .
A few things: The race took place in Tuxedo, New York about an hour out of the city. At a ski mountain. Yes, a ski mountain. We climbed up the mountain and down doing a million obstacles in between. It rained the entire day before this race, so the whole course was covered in three inches of mud that is usually not there. Ugh.
When you see me walk up to the race, I was nervous as hell. There was no hiding that. OMG. It was horrible! I wanted to puke and cry all at once. I was fighting back tears from the minute I got there. You're probably asking: Why the hell did you do it then? (You will see I end up doing a lot of things this Season where I ask myself, "What the hell was I thinking?!") I really don’t know. To support my husband and his company is all I can answer. It really was something I wanted to do for him to show my support. I know he really enjoys doing those sorts of things together, minus the break down at the end. I know it turned him on for his wife to cross that finish line.
EBOOST is one of the Spartan Race sponsors, so at this point, Josh had done two other races and had mentioned that he really wanted me to do one with him. In relationships, each of you are very passionate about things that the other just may not be, ie. Josh with the gym, exercise, etc. He always has had this fantasy that I am going to one day be that girl that will WANT to do that sort of stuff with him. Want and can are two very different things. Random example: I drink a ton of tea. At least six cups a day. So for years I would make my tea and ask Josh if he would like a cup. After so many "nos" he finally responded yes, and actually enjoys a cup of tea with me now at night. This is maybe an example of how people may think they can change someone, especially in relationships?
This is my argument (Well, one of of many). I did not prepare at all. Down to the gear -- we went that morning and bought those arm protective bands. Thank goodness or else my arms would have been scrapped to s--- (like my legs got). I wore regular sneakers when a lot of the other people had shoes with little spikes on them. I was sliding all over the place (Josh had the special shoes). Does it sound like I am just complaining? Sorry, I guess I am. I just never in a million years thought it was going to be like that. Barbed wire, 25-foot rope climb, jumping over fire, getting sprayed with a fire hose -- ALONE! I don’t mind getting dirty and messy. The problem was the race took two hours without stopping, with no rest, and with two little water stations. I really thought that it as going to be more like a marathon, not so scary. I was exhausted, mentally, physically, emotionally. I wanted to up and quit three times at the top of the mountain. I almost walked off into the woods.
The barbed wire was horrible -- 100 feet of barbed wire three feet from the ground in the mud. Every three feet, it was a field of barb wire, like something you would have seen in some army movie. I looked out over the barbed wire and all you could see were tufts of hair and blood. Ahhhhhhhhhhh! WTF is all I kept thinking. And who else was I going to get mad at but my husband? Apparently, someone told me after that some guy cut his face on the barbed wire and the only thing that stopped him from cutting his face wide open was his nose bone! Hello!
Heather leaving me in the dust with Josh. Watching Josh help Heather over some of the obstacles while I did it on my own. Miserable. Yup, sucked. They are very competitive, they both get off on that sort of thing. The competition of it, me not so much. Listen. They both love and support me and have my backs where it counts and thats all that really matters. #Staytuned.
I ended up meeting some nice people while running. There were heats so big groups of people got released every 15 minutes or so. Because it took me so long, I kept meeting new people along the way. There was this one super sweet woman and her husband running together (You know who you are and thank you!). She said that the Spartan Race was her idea. It was on her bucket list. She was my age had two small kids. I couldn’t believe that she had a bucket list and that race was on it?
Anyway, she made her husband wait for me to help me over one of the walls. How nice is that! (Thank you!). The one thing that I have to say I was very proud of myself for doing was climbing the 25-foot rope to ring the bell. (Heather couldn’t even do that, ha!) I will post a photo on Twitter -- check it out. I was beyond proud of myself and my little muscles that could!
Slow and steady won the race for me that day. I was mad at my husband for maybe my own issues (I am still trying to figure out what they are). But that's what husbands are for, I guess. I did it, damnit. I am officially a Spartan. Josh has done many of these races since then and he has said that by far, the race that we did that day was the hardest he has ever done. And I know you are a tough momma, Heather, but looking back you have to admit that was very hard!
I have to say, when I got half way through, I realized that I could do this and that I was going to take my anger out on the race. I decided full steam ahead, slow and steady wins the race. You know what? Slow and steady can and will win any race in life. You can do it, and it's okay to do it at your own pace on your own time. Even if its just you and for you. Alone.
You can only imagine how good that ice-cold beer tasted after that race.
And that's all I have to say about that. . .