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 Oh what a tangled web we weave when Baldwins endeavor to breed.

Four kids under five is a surefire way to never see your friends. But celebrities ... they are not like us. Congratulations to the Baldwins and to the nannies whose job security just went through the roof.

The thought of having 4 kids in 5 years makes my vagina want to seal up, but you do you Hilaria.

we all now want the contact info of Luann’s dermatologist.

I recently re-watched the scene where Aviva throws her fake leg on the table. Everyone is horrified and jumps up...except LuAnn. She was laughing so hard that she was crying, and in that moment I thought “I could really be friends with this lady.”

I don’t think much about his wig.

My mother smokes (cigarettes not weed although God knows she could use it) and whenever I visit her house I feel like it gets all over my clothes. I HATE the smell of smoke. It makes visiting unbearable.

I once dated a woman who gave me her (still living) father’s old 8mm camera as a gift. It was a pretty cool addition to my camera collection. When we broke up, she wanted it back which I obliged because I knew it meant more to her than it ever could to me. Sadly, she didn’t feel the same way about the $600 Vitamix

You think this shit with the guitar and her ex is fucked up, Frances and Courtney have constantly been in court having to fight some sleezy reporter who keeps pushing to have the all the crime scene photos publicly released. They’ve never seen them, don’t want to and if they are publicly released there is no way to

I harbor similar feelings of gratitude, for Beyoncé and her athletic thighs. Media images have an impact, and representation matters.  

Regarding J Lo being told to lose weight, in the article she explained that she came up in the industry when size zero was venerated. This rings true. I was early in high school when she wore her Versace dress. Charlie’s Angels came out the same year as her dress, and I distinctly recall reading a very adoring piece

She could, providing some other asshole doesn’t outbid her. But if he kept the guitar out of spite, he’ll probably do a private sale in lieu of auction in order to keep it out of her hands. Because clearly this guy’s vindictive AF.

It’s a dick move to keep anything family related, really. My ex boyfriend stole some family chairs and an ottoman. We shared an apartment, but I sure as heck never gifted them to him. People are terrible. Oh, and he beat me. So he was a real winner.

It’s really such a dick move to keep someone’s dead dad’s guitar, I honestly can’t believe it.

Fuuuuck, today is rough. Last summer my dad shot my mother and then himself. This is my first year without her. We were having a rare fight and hadn’t spoken in 5 days and the last text I have from her is “I guess I’m not supposed to have feelings.” All I want to do today is hug her again. Just for one minute. And

I hope you like it! I was going to try the last paradise every one is going crazy over but I read the reviews and didn’t think it was for me so I kept looking until I found that one and it’s been great so far. I’ve been using it for a couple of months and it’s not dried out or anything, no clumps, just nice long,

This is what they looked like when we got them- the twins.

Whelp...lots of changes in Fashion Don’t world this week! Last Friday husband accepted a new job, Sunday morning we discovered I’m pregnant. At 38. Husband is 40. We didn’t think it was even possible, given that it took 3 years, a miscarriage, and a lot of useless fertility treatments to get our now 2 year old. So now

Aw I hope you feel better but I also hope your kids band together on that rum, cake, and solitude plan anyways because that sounds amazing.

I am out of sorts today. Everyone and everything is just pissing me off to the point that I am gritting my teeth to even be remotely human. I told Sadie to piss off if she was going to continue eating her own ass like that. I told Middle Child that for mother’s day I just wanted a nap and maybe to be left alone for a