It’s been a few months since Anna Nicole past away. There are still people going on about her. The thing that pissed me off the most throughout all of this was how much of a circus everyone insisted upon continuing with. She lived for drama, she lived to be in the spotlight. Her morgue picture being in the paper really just killed it for me. Let the woman rest in peace.

Larry is the father, any idiot could see that the child looked nothing like Howard. He had the child in his hand for only a few hours and he’s already got pictures in People and probably any other magazine that he could cash a check through. Anna’s mother is already in the process of writing a book, her sister wrote a book about her, and the only one who hasn’t said anything about a book is Dani Lynn but hey – she can’t even read yet, let alone write something down.

Is there anyone that actually cares that this child isn’t going to grow up with a mother?

You can watch shows all day long, especially Maury, where fathers go out of their way to say they aren’t the father and the woman is just a “bitch who can’t keep her legs closed”. With the slight chance of any money being attached to Dani Lynn, five men just showed up and raised their hand. They just wanted to cash in on their potential millions. They figure if they can raise the child for 18 years, once the kid is old enough to access her trust fund – she’ll pay daddy (and daddy’s girlfriend/wife) for all of his effort for the last two decades.

I can’t wait to see how messed up this child is going to be over the years. I think we’re looking at a combination of celebutant/crack head – that’s all she has to look forward to.

It’s a little after 4AM and I’m officially pooped for the night. I had a fairly productive day though.

I’ve done about 16 posts, 8 of which were paid. I’ve completed two clients bringing in about $250 for me. I’m working on a template for Ranee, and a surprise template for a friend that I’ll have to put on hold for a couple of days. I’m also working on a new project with Baby to keep track of things while we start on our new path.

It’s foggy outside, it’s been kind of ‘blah’ all day so I’ve been fairly uninterested in everything. Right now baby is looking down a list of over 100 Atkins recipes. He damn near skipped down the hall when he found out that he could have hot wings. He also seemed surprised that he could have fried foods on the diet as well. It’s just one possibility for us. I know someone who just lost like 60lbs on Weight Watchers so I’m also looking into that as well. My grandmother has been doing it for years so I know that she’d probably fax me over the information I need as far as that strange POINTS thing works out.

There’s just a lot of things to look into. I did a check tonight and I lost six pounds just walking the 2-4 miles a night that we’ve been doing, and that’s only for about a week now so maybe that’ll be the key thing for me. The boardwalk is nice and all but I know that you can do a lot more when you’re on the sand, you work out your legs better there than you do on a solid surface, it certainly helps.

In any event, I’m beat…I’m going to wrap up for the night and then get myself to bed.

There’s a woman across the street who has a 4 year old and a 2 year old. The 4 year old was being fairly vicious this afternoon and bouncing the ball off her sisters head. While I don’t condone this, I have to admit that a child going out of her way to make a ball bounce high off a soft head kind of amuses me…to some twisted degree.

Her mom finally realized what was going on (she was busy on the phone or something) and told her daughter that if she didn’t stop by the time she counted to three, the ball would be taken away forever. So the girl gave her the typical snooty “Yea, ok mom” attitude and continued bouncing. Her mother than counted to three and the bouncing continued. Then, I don’t know how this happened, but the kid hopped off the deck and started running around screaming “Ha, can’t get me.”

Where did she go wrong? She didn’t smack the kid on the ass when she was standing right next to her. She went ACROSS THE DECK to count to three, giving the child plenty of room to take off. She then looked at her husband for help and he even said “Should have smacked her when you had the chance.” (Go dad!)

So he hopped off the deck, they caught up with her and he then cracked her on the butt. She stopped screaming, didn’t cry, just sat in the corner for her punishment while mom and dad continued playing with the 2 year old.

Lesson of the day, if your child is really ticking you off to the point that you have to COUNT. Punch yourself in the face for letting them get to that point.