French kissing in the USA

Being pretentious isn't easy
Pop icon Madonna struggles to understand her two young children properly, because they speak to each other in French.
Random...but made me laugh. As if renaming yourself "Esther" and relocating to England weren't enough, now you're kids think they're better than you.

I'm sick of answering the goddamn phones for someone else (unfortunately, this is 75% of my job...it's unavoidable). Why do I have to pick up the phone first...why, when you know you want to talk to that person and they're not calling for me, they would never be calling for me, do I still have to pick it up just to say "Hold one moment"? It's a waste of my time, it's a waste of the caller's time, and frankly, it's really f*cking annoying.

Okay, I know it's sad the Pope died (But is it? Isn't this what he always wanted? Isn't this what his life's work has been leading up to?), b/c even though I didn't worship him, millions did and I respect that, and blah blah blah. But hours upon hours of reports on CNN? What, are there going to be updates? If you're thinking "Reagan, why don't you change the channel" it's b/c I can't...it's on the tv at the gym and I always end up in front of the one w/ CNN and I'm too much of a chicken sh*t to ask to change it. So there you go...but it's just that poor Monaco lost it's Prince and the Pope completely stole his moment. Example: Flags, already lowered out of respect for Pope John Paul II, remained at half-staff. So he has to share his half staff w/ the Pope...that's not fair. Can't they do something else for Prince Rainier...maybe turn on various office lights in a tall bldg to create the image of his face? At the very least, it would look cool.

Citysearch just got smug w/ me...I'm trying to look up Paramour Hilltop Estate and it wrote back to me: We assumed you meant Paramount, instead of paramour. Hey f*ckwit, I can spell. Now just give me Paramour and I'll be on my way. I can't find a website for this thing anywhere (but I have only been looking for 2 minutes). The thing is...it's not even for me. It's for my boss's (how do you write that...I hate having to add the possesive to things that end in "s"...like the name Chris) wedding. Poof, I'm a wedding planner.
R.