Ohmygoodness. Congratulations are in order for the arrival of Olivia Wilde and Jason Sudeikis’s baby boy!
Photo via: @oliviawilde/Twitter
Olivia tweeted the following funny announcement and a lovely black and white photo of her with her precious bundle:
So…how do we feel about the NAME? Otis Alexander Sudeikis? Firstly, it’s a mouthful. Secondly? I’m old enough to always think of Otis from The Andy Griffith Show. You know, the old, happy drunk who would check himself into the jail to sleep it off?
Lord, I loved this show. I miss MickJaggerDon Knotts as Barney Fife.
Oh, hi. Random tangent from the Resident Old Biddy, DivaJulia. Shutty.
My dear friend and colleague, Hilary Sherpherd has followed through with the promise she made several weeks ago and has shaved her head in honor of someone very special to her. I’ll let Hilary tell the story in her words. First…the video of the process! How perfect is it that David Bowie’s“CHANGES” was playing while Kristin did the honors of shaving Hilary’s head?
“On September 17, 2012, my friend Kristin, a 28-year-old wife and mother of two young daughters, was diagnosed with breast cancer. Upon hearing this news, there was only one thing I could think of doing… shaving my head! I don’t have money to help with medical bills, and I don’t live close enough to her to help with dinner or childcare, but I knew in my heart that I HAD to do something. So, I decided to shave my head.
Head shaving doesn’t cost money, and it’s totally not permanent – you know, like losing a boob to cancer is; it was the least I could do.
People are telling me I’m awesome, and how great of a friend I am, but all I really see is a need for love to be filled. I’m super-duper compassionate (a trait I learned from my parents and am extremely proud of), and I have tons of empathy for the struggles of my fellow human.
However, I am not the type of person to sit on a couch and cry. Life sucks – deal with it. Of course I have feelings, and I long for my friends and family to only know happiness. But when it comes to distress, I’m not always sure what to do; my natural reaction is to shake my fist at the Gods and curse the Universe. My shaved head is the result of such a reaction.
Hilary had most of Facebook in tears of jubilation last night as we got a minute-by-minute update, and it was roundly decided that she was a badass for honoring Kristin this way. She donated THIRTEENINCHES of hair to Locks of Love--just an added act of true beauty.
Kristin is a hero for coming out of the black hole of cancer like a true champion. As such, our Song of the Day is David Bowie’s ‘HEROES’.
Sigh. You’re not going to see a whole lot of me this weekend, I don’t think.
We had to put our precious whippet, Angelina to sleep last night, after a series of illnesses. Our girl would have been 12 years old July 2nd.
Angelina tried so hard to be strong, but we just couldn’t put her through any more procedures, more medications, long stays at the vet…and the pain she was enduring. She suffered from Addison’s Disease and pancreatitis. This week, she climbed onto the dining room table and ate some candy and just couldn’t recover after her stomach was pumped, given an IV and staying overnight at the vet. In fact, she went into a major decline.
I was numb after we left the vet’s office. Texting people who loved her, getting on Facebook–but today, the heartbreak has consumed me. Even James, our one-eyed boxer doesn’t know what to do with himself. Poor thing.
Having said all that, we used to joke that Angelina was the “Elizabeth Taylor of the Dog World”. She had so many brushes with death over her lifetime, but she always pulled through–even with the ever-present paparazzi, ex-boyfriends, plastic surgery after a nasty run-in with a post, stealing chocolate, struggles with her weight, especially during NYC Fashion Week The Westminster Dog Show, “suicide attempts” (she climbed onto the bathroom counter, stole my son’s razor, chewed the handle end, thus cutting her wrists on the razorblades–not kidding), and the media (read: ME) who just wouldn’t give her ANY privacy.
It’s the price one pays when you are a beloved Icon of a Whippet, I suppose. Angelina died peacefully surrounded by her family. She was 77 in dog years. We will all miss her snooty, smart, funny, loudmouthed and loving manner.
And no, Angelina’s Jewels will not be up for auction at Christie’s.