A Hawk's Revenge!

A red-tailed hawk sought revenge for its cousin's murder by attacking a schoolgirl who was touring Fenway Park in Boston on Thursday. Crazy!

Apparently, momma hawk was protecting an egg that was located in its nest nearby.

I'm tellin' ya, that bird caught wind of Tripp Isenhour, the psycho golfer who purposely killed a hawk at an Orlando golf course back in December because it was squawkin' too much.

I can hear momma hawk now: "I shall seek retribution for the atrocities brought upon my feathery cousin! Die human, DIE!"



The chicky-poo was not seriously injured.

But she's lookin' for the number of Britney's stylist 'cause she's in need of a weave, STAT!

Beyonce & Jay-Z Goin' To The Chapel

B & Jay are gettin' hitched!

The mega-moguls (music/clothing/production/film/club owners/basketball fans/professional fishermen/chicken farmers/Amish furniture makers/whateverthehellelsethese2dotomakebillions) filed a license for marriage on Tuesday in New York, and they have 60 days in which to put it to good use.



Felicidades!

***Commence the wedding/reception to rival that of Mr. Donald Trump in terms of DOLLAS!***

R.I.P. Elliott's Momma

The unfortch "Taylor Hicks" season of American Idol was the first one I'd ever watched and I wanted Elliott Yamin to win sooooooo bad! I LOVE that dude!!

Elliott's mom, Claudette Yamin, passed away on Monday at a hospital in Virginia. She was 65 years old. The cause of death thusfar has not been disclosed.

She seemed like a wonderful person. Very supportive mom, and as a mom myself, I got mad love for her!

Hugs to you, Elliott.

Hot Tub Full O' Herp & Some Chick Wearin' A Flag

Since I've been outta the loop for a while, I did miss the news of Matt Leinart & Nick Lachey(!?) boozin' & sluttin' it up with some dirrty skeezers in Arizona.


Hey, I ain't hatin'!!!


(WTF is that chicky poo with NL wearin'?!? What country is that from?!)

It's the off-season, Matt. I say make as many bastard babies as you can, dude!

And as for Nick....well, he's just happy he's gettin' press. Whatever it takes, I guess.

I'm Baaaaaaaaack!!

Back from 2 FAN-TAB-U-LUSS weeks in Florida where I gladly let the sun trespass where I won't even let The Hubster. Just what I needed...relaxation, baseball & beer.

As I told ya before I left, I wasn't gonna have internet access at the resort so I couldn't blog, check email or visit my fave porn sites (kidding!) while away. Doesn't look like I've missed much since I've been gone.

I did take in a much-anticipated Braves/Tigers spring training game on March 20. My brother-in-law & I are Bravos fans, The Hubster & The Spawn are Tigers fans and my dad & sis are Cubbies fans (too bad, so sad). It was great seein' Harp (bro-in-law) smilin' all night, just excited to be there.

Good news: The Braves pulled out the victory in the bottom of the 9th inning.

Bad news: I didn't see a Got Dayum Braves run score!!!!

Chipper Jones homered in the 4th to tie the game 1-1. And where was I? In the terrlit.

The Tigers went up 2-1 in the top of the last frame. Come the bottom of the inning, I was ready to leave (disgusted by the impending loss) and I had to go to the terrlit again.

As we're leavin' the stadium, we hear the fans goin' nuts!

Yep, the Braves won it on a Josh Anderson 2-run single. Mo fos!

But I still had a great time. Here are a few photos as proof that I was there. Well, I'm not in any of 'em, but you get the idea, since we're so far away that the images are grainy.

(Chipper in the box & Pudge behind the plate)

(Tex in the box & Pudge behind the plate)

(Huddy on the mound)

(Frenchie comin' up!)

Spring Training, Here I Come!

I want to apologize for being so lax with the postin' this week. A million & one things to do.

I'm tryin' to wrap shit up at work, make my packin' list for the trip, stay on top of the Spawn to get his homework finished/turned in (his little mind is also startin' to drift towards warm, sunny Florida so I can't blame him...), get my Wally World shoppin' list straight, hit the tanning salon regularly (which I absolutely abhor), blah blah blah.

Oh, and while I'm keepin' all those balls in the air (teehee), I'm also tryin' to avoid gettin' the fuckin' Black Plague that seems to have the entire country in its gnarled death grip!

These bitches up in here BET NOT give me their SARS right before I leave for a 2-week trip! I've been sick while on vacay before and shit ain't cute. Trust!

I'm really hopin' I'll get to post while I'm down there, but it's lookin' pretty slim. Get this shit: our resort doesn't have wireless in the buildings! They say we can spend $25/week ($50 total!)to use the WiFi in the main lobby (like, out in the open, in front of Jesus & er'body!), or we have to use the dial up.

Dial up?! What the hell is that?! That's like, soooo 1990s! Sheesh! And besides, Momma needs her privacy!

Anyhoo, here are a few random tidbits from the mind of the Kween:

• Mike Hampton's back on the mound (simulation only)
• I'll be the crazy bitch at the Braves game on March 20. I apologize for anything that may or may not happen while I'm in attendance
• I've upped my usual fantasy baseball leagues from 1 to 3 (I'm sure I'll suck in all 3 and embarrass myself, as per usual)
• Christian "Ferocia Coutura" Siriano is our new Project Runway winner
• American Idol is pretty spiffy this season (although David "Gay Stripper Hotness" Hernandez just got the boot! What the...?! Who the fuck is votin' for Kristy Lee Cook? Go play with your PS2s (or *yourselves*) you horny 15-year-old boys! My new obsession is Jason Castro anyway....)
• Brit Brit's all "normal" & shit now -- bah, BORING!
• Jennifer Aniston & Owen Wilson are "canoodling" onset. zzzzzzzzz
• The Yankees & Devil Rays are already kickin' the shit out of each other (literally) and throwin' 'bows. Love the dramz! Oh, and how *key-yute* is Jonny Gomes!?!?!
• Fuggie Fug & Josh Duhamel are still engaged, I guess. Crap.
• And for all you pervy people all over the world who find your way to the Kastle by way of a "Jeremy Roloff hot" Google search, here he is. And, I'm not certain, but there may be a coupla Jonas Brothers in that photo, too:
  
  
  

P.S. -- Stay strong, Papa! Love you!

Note To Self:

Don't interrupt filmation of instructional golf videos!

These crazy golf hos don't fuck around!

"Pro golfer" Tripp Isenhour was allegedly tryin' to scare away a protected hawk that was makin' too much noise while he was filmin' an instructional video.

Isenhour took a shot (golf shot, that is) at the bird high up in a tree when he "accidentally" struck & killed it.

Isenhour is now facing criminal charges (of cruelty to animals and killing a migratory bird) for the incident that took place on Dec. 12 in Orlando. He faces up to 14 months in jail and $1,500 in fines.

"About the sixth ball came very near the bird's head, and (Isenhour) was very excited that it was so close," Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission officer Brian Baine wrote in a report.

What a fuckin' bloodthirsty, merciless brute this Isenhour is! Monster!

I sure as hell hope he doesn't have kids. God forbid the chirrens start actin' up while Daddy Dearest is watchin' The Legend of Bagger Vance! I shutter to think what would happen to 'em.

After Isenhour clunked the fowl with his ball from roughly 75 yard away, it fell from the tree, bleeding from both nostrils. The bird was buried at the golf course and later dug up by Florida investigators.

Cover up! Cover up!

Give him the chair, I say!! Fry his ass!!! Turn PETA loose on him for five minutes in a dark room! Where's Bob Barker when ya need him!? Yea, yea, get Bob "The Price Is Wrong, Bitch!" Barker on the case!



(The above is not an image of the actual crime victim.)

R.I.P., poor little birdie. Golf pun not intended.

Raise Your Hand If You're Surprised

Mike Hampton exited from his second start of the spring with an injury today. Just a sign of the "nagging crap" yet to come this year, I'm sure.

The strained groin isn't supposed to be serious and he's not expected to miss much mound time, but for the love of God! Is this man made of paper?

"Hopefully he can make his next start," manager Bobby Cox said. "We're keeping our fingers crossed. ... He had great stuff again. If we can stay away from the nagging crap."



Sounds familiar....Hampton's not the only fragile geriatric on the team.


Chipper Jones tweaked a hammy earlier in the week -- I'm really hopin' these pepaws get their aches & pains out in spring training (although all those bitches *best* be on the field on March 20 when I'm attendance at the Braves/Tigers game in Lake Buena Vista!)

Randy Jackson Is Dumb

This man is in the music business (allegedly), so he should've *known* that Kristy Lee Cook's version of Journey's "Faithfully" WAS a country song -- Lorrie Morgan did it back in the day. And KILLED it.

After Kristy performed the song on tonight's American Idol show, Randy said somethin' like "I loved that country twist. That could be a country song." DUH!

Miz Morgan BLEW. IT. UP. forever ago so it ain't like that classic hasn't been recorded in a country twang. Dayum DAWG, I thought you knew!

When I was in junior high, I was such a country music fan (yea, I know). One night, I caught Lorrie performin' a live show on TV. I taped it and watched the hell out of it!

That was the first time I saw her do Faithfully and it stayed with me. I didn't realized that she had actually put it on her Something In Red album in 1991, although I liked the live version better than the studio version. (I still say her Leave the Light On album was the best she's ever done.)

Anyhoo, dumb-dumb Randy carried on like it was the first time he'd heard Faithfully done in a country fashion -- and Kristy just went with it. You KNOW her stoopid ass was thinkin' "Who's Steve Perry? I was doin' the Lorrie Morgan version from the beginnin'!"

But then again, this is the same man who thought Michael Johns sounded like Michael Hutchence after Johns' performance of "Don't You (Forget About Me)" from Simple Minds on Tuesday night. I thought Hutchence was the INXS dude that offed himself eons ago! When did he sing lead for Simple Minds?

Personally, I'm thinkin' Johns sounds too much like Eddie Vedder from Pearl Jam. But that's just my ear talkin'.

It might be time for Randy to hang up his Dawg Pound. Dude's losin' it.

And here's one of my faves from Miz Morgan, totally rockin' the cockatoo do, banana clip & Princeton sweatshirt.

Oh, and 'member back when she was robbin' Troy Aikman's cradle? haha!

Hap Burpday To Me, Hap Burpday To Me

Yes, loyal readers, I'm another year older today. I've had *such* a wonderful day -- calls from family & friends, a beautiful card from The Hubster & The Spawn, horrible singing from co-workers.

Ahhhh, what a truly fantastic day!

Oh, and only 11 days 'til I leave for a well-deserved, extended vacay!

Thanks for the well-wishes, dolls!

-muah!