You remind me of someone...hmmm. Can't quite put my finger on it (nor would I want to).
Are you wearing panties with that dress?
Chris must be so proud.
I remember that episode of Surreal Life where you established your claim to him...I'm going to marry a Brady. I thought "Sha, right" because he's way smarter than that.
(Didn't Mrs. Brady teach him better???)
Obviously, I underestimated the power of young poontang though and you won your prize. Now I get to watch the destruction and devastation from the comfort of my own living room!
I do love reality show marriages. They're always fun for the 2-3 seasons that they last. The Simpsons, the Barkers, the Hogans...I can't even list the many that I've enjoyed.
Anyway, I came across your blog last October during the whole Jonny Fairplay/Crazy Ass Bonaduce fiasco and I was so glad I found it! First of all, it was too freaking funny that you took credit for the whole ordeal. Yeah, because Danny isn't known for being psychotic. Secondly, that you gloated over your involvement like a drama lovin' 8th grader. So fun to read! Last but not least...that Chris obviously has no control over your crazy ass. He should look into Scientology, don't they at least provide handlers, maybe even some brain washing?
Because girlfriend, you cannot be having kids. Not now. Not for a reality tv show marriage. That isn't really even going all that great, from the looks of things. I know, I know, how dare I tell another woman that she shouldn't be having kids...but where would we all be if someone had told me that 5 years ago?
We'd be productive members of society, who had never scrubbed poop off of a wall in our whole lives. We wouldn't be pulling our hair out over having to lock the refrigerator and yelling at our husband for getting caught in traffic and leaving us with crazy little people for even longer!
And we are a lot more sane than you. More mature too, and that's really not saying much.
So from one woman to another, one blogger to another (still can't believe Chris let's you publish this thing), one Brady fan to another...get on the pill. A few of them even.
It definitely couldn't hurt.
P.S. Stop all the damn whining already. I don't know if it's that you talk through your nose or the accent or you are just a whiny brat or what but if I was Chris I would take a shish kabob skewer and pierce my own ear drums before committing to that for eternity.