Not all Prinz'es are charming.

I question the kind of people Zsa Zsa Gabor/ Belge/ Hilton/ Sanders/ Hutner/Cosden/ Ryan/ O'Hara/ Alba/ Anhalt had surrounded herself with for the entirety of her life. Her current husband (but this time it matters) Frederic Prinz von Anhalt - and apparently her last, wants to stuff  plastinate  his dying - but not yet cold  wife. (Ah..... - true love sometimes doesn't wait.) I also question the wisdom of Prinz Fred's  thinking -have we not learned anything  from the slow pitch "minor- minor laboratory league"  head games featuring Ted Williams?!  ( I suppose it was actually more of an  ice hockey or a turkey bowl but even so  those were seasonal activities , unfortunately Ted's now in a position to play year round.

(Head's up batter-batter.)

 Okay, so I'm thinking,  if  Prinz Fred's gonna turn his wife into an art project I'm wondering, where he's gonna keep her? You can't leave something like that out on the lawn like one of those life like deer statues (Except during the Halloween season when he'd have the "way coolest" house on the block!! - but even so that wouldn't give him permission to pass out cheap crappy candy!)  (Another idea would be to  hang her from the outside  guttering by her finger tips with blinking icicle lighting wrapped around her body. That could be a charming and a fun filled way to display her during the Christmas holiday season.)

I think, just  as Ted Williams had always wanted to get around to all of the bases, then score-  poor  Prinz Fred's future girlfriend will find a nude jerky-fied Zsa Zsa in the kitchen beside the fridge while searching for a glass of milk and she's gonna freak. After that kind of a trauma she wont let Prinz Fred get to third base let alone hit any home runs. The new girl will high-tail it outta that house of horror so quickly that Prinz Fred won't know  who what slapped him. (Don't look as Zsa Zsa this time.) The Prinz will have to find a new locale for his dearly departed - ASAP. 

No lovin'  in front of you know who. Could it be that in death Fred would be forced to be faithful unlike in real life? If poor Zsa Zsa doesn't end up in a closet in the back of the garage  or on EBay in the next 10 years (perhaps parted out - there's more money in parts)  she's for sure gonna end up back at the circus as a side show attraction with the same kinda freaks who she had apparently found engaging and endearing during her life time,  you know -keepers.

I feel nothing but sorrow for this woman. I can't help to wonder if anyone ever loved her for herself and for the gifts and talents that she had and not for what she looked like - a sexual object. We love people for who they are and not for what they can do for us.

God bless you and have mercy on your soul. I'm praying that you will learn about true love from the creator of all love and I pray that he keeps you.

Combating affluenza in the modern field. (The mall)

I took three of my teenage daughters shopping at the mall yesterday. We looked at and sampled perfumes, makeup and jewelery. We talked about what kind of fabrics were desirable and  about the style and workmanship of the items we had looked at and  then we ended our shopping trip with a visit to the "White house -black market" clothing store and that's where my trouble began. (Actually it began a few weeks ago when we ran out of good cheese and this teen of mine was pressed to eat Velveeta - but I'll try and stay focused here.)

While discussing the beauty and craftsmanship of a bolero jacket and how awesome the crushed satin roses were, my kid begins to tilt her head and stare at the ceiling when suddenly she has an epiphany and she says to me all glassy eyed with her mouth hung wide, "OH, MY GOSH!!" The stuff that we have at home is crap! And even our food is crap! (Referencing the Velveeta debacle and her brothers hot dog addiction.) I never knew! (Me thinking, "Yeah, so, welcome to the real world, it's been here waiting for you all along.") Those tweeds, herringbone, and houndstooth patterns with crepe silk roses have awakened within my daughter a disgruntled teen and the last time I 'd seen such an awakening was when Frankenstein came alive with a dose of electro shock therapy . (He turned on the person who had created him as well.)

Personally, I believe that in more cases than not, a person is asked  to chose between giving their lives to God and embracing a life with less or living a life lived for yourself and full of  "things". Of course this is a general rule and not a hard and fast one as I've known Catholics who can have it both ways though there aren't very many.

I have a few antidotes for affluenza, one is to fold your height in laundry at Catholic charities, two would be another road trip to see how people really live and three someone's gonna find herself working in a soup kitchen.

*Disclaimer. Our activity director has taken superb care of his family and we though we live simply, we're  happy -except for my one teen.

Listen up ladies, I've noticed so very many of you with biker babe tattoos and I would like to suggest that before you get your next - to die for tat, you ask yourself one question WWCCD - What would Coco Chanel do. How many tats do you think Coco had? Remember too that for the same price as that awesome tat you could have bought a nice piece of jewelery-one that you wouldn't actually get tired of and I could pretty much guarantee  it would be Hepatitis free.