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Monterey, CA — Breaking news out of Monterey, California as a mother of 4 human children names her favorite– Gwennie, the family French bulldog. In just one single Instagram post, she managed to set her relationship with her biological children back many years while simultaneously using the word “Frenchie” 17 times. In an excerpt from the post, she points to the fact that Gwennie has the “cutest face she’s ever seen” and “hasn’t ever bit someone who didn’t deserve it,” traits that absolutely and unequivocally do not match with any French bulldog anyone has ever known. The Monterey mother’s ranked list is as follows:
Gwennie
French bulldog videos
The kids
We reached out to the family and each declined to comment beyond one joint statement: Our mother has an addiction but she’s our mother. We love her not because of her “Frenchie” obsession, but in spite of it. We ask that you respect our privacy at this time.
We also contacted her husband who’s been living on the back deck since January. He made it clear that it’s not for lack of love for his wife that he’s moved out of the house, it’s because of the nice winter weather and beautiful stargazing he enjoys every night. He emphasized, too, that it definitely isn’t because of Gwennie’s sharp side eye or her zoomies on only his side of the bed or her growl when he so much as touches his wife.
It wasn’t that long ago that I took one of my nieces to a trampoline park. Trampoline gym? Trampoline land? Whatever it WAS called, it’s a bunch of pickleball courts now. But there’s this trampoline in the backyard and just the other day I climbed on and ended up reminding myself that I’m never jumping on a trampoline again. Fine, I’m in my mid-40s and I feel old, so what?
I swear the last few times I jumped with her on the backyard trampoline I bounced my right knee into 37 different fragments. Every time I think I’m 20 yrs old and I won’t have any problem, I bend my knee wrong, hyperextend it, or attempt some move I have no business doing… and I end up with a hurt knee. Why do I do this? My niece is on her way to being a college competitive cheerleader so I’m a fool to say “yes” when she says “try this!”
Next time I even look at a trampoline, please hold me back. No seriously, tackle me if you have to.
OK, that Daisy song is pretty hot. Give it a Grammy already, it might be the best song since Toys R Us laid down a smooth ditty in the 80s.
I’ve never seen a pharmaceutical commercial and thought, “yeah I need to go buy that.” But I have thought, “goodness gracious I like that song.” So I’m torn on whether to support the ban or get a ticket to the next Skyrizi concert. Keep those hits coming!
It’s Sunday night in March so what does that mean? Three things are possible, and only three: You’re crying because your college basketball bracket busted like 7 days ago, you’re at Walmart buying more allergy pills, or you turned on your TV for American Idol. I guess there’s always another option: You live somewhere where it’s still snowing so right at this moment you’re questioning all the life choices that brought you to where you are. Move south, just admit you made mistakes. It’s fine, we’ve all been there.
But if you plopped down on the couch to yell at the American Idol judges, I was right there with you. Their decision making process baffles me sometimes. Good singers get sent home and contestants with famous parents get tickets to Hollywood. In this episode, that award goes to Lola Wilson, daughter of the Wilson Phillips singer and granddaughter of Brian Wilson. Her singing voice was fine but it’s unfortunate when the judges, who have musical careers of their own, seem to care more about keeping the peace and protecting their own image than being honest, even if it’s sometimes brutal. That’s what everyone loved about Simon Cowell. His disapproval made his approval mean so much more. Adult Lola will be a successful professional, but it won’t be as a singer.
Surprisingly, the judges sent Lola through to Hollywood and didn’t accept Mae Mae, the contestant who preceded Lola’s audition. Baffling. Besides that suspicious decision, judges made the right one for the following folks. Here are my favorites from last night…
Freddie McClendon. While I think the “tragic backstory” formula for reality shows is very, very annoying, the story Freddie McClendon shared was heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time. But even if we didn’t know the reason he wrote this song, he would’ve wowed me with his voice. Truly unique this season so far.
Desmond Roberts. Wow. The range of this dude really shocked me and if his personality is as likable as it seems in his short audition, that coupled with his incredible talent will take him to the top 10. Great song choice (Benson Boone “Beautiful Things”), too, showing that it’s possible to “yell” while still singing… a note for other contestants who just seem to yell the entire time.
Mattie Pruitt. This is my favorite sound when it comes to voice quality. She is really good, but to be honest, I’m worried about her just being 15 years old. So much can change in just the years between 15 and 20. That’s why I subconsciously gravitate towards Idol singers in their upper 20s. Their voices are often much more seasoned and the lyrics they sing are more believable. For instance, does anyone believe a 15 year old can sing about heartbreak?
The Best Smile Award. Two of the best smiles I’ve ever seen on the show belong to Jamal Roberts and Drew Ryn. Beautiful and genuine. They’re both in luck, too, they have great voices to go along with those happy smiles.
Mother′s child Born to while away the hours Born to wear around her smile The way that carried him
Father’s child Loved his family with the pride He could laugh and he could cry The way his daddy did And I know that he would be right by my side
So I hope that you loved him I hope that you loved him I hope that you loved him Like his daughters did
I never got to see him one last time We never got to tell him goodbye We never got the chance to even try To warn him that you had lost your mind Your mind
Cause you never loved him You never loved him You never loved him Like we did
Out of the Wilderness 