from the front page of 97bht.com

“Mariah Carey says she’s feeling better than she’s ever felt. The singer appeared on yesterday’s “Oprah Winfrey Show” to talk about her weight issues and her new album. When it comes to her size, Mariah admits that she has slimmed down to the same pants size she wore in high school. But she says it’s not about numbers, it’s about, quote, “feeling good and being comfortable in your own skin.” Mariah credits her fitness and nutrition coach, Patricia, for helping her get into shape. As for the new album, Mariah has songs that deal with her former marriage to Tommy Mottola and the death of her father. Mariah says, quote, “I almost feel like it’s my job to write these kinds of songs for everybody who will go through it.” Her new CD, “E=MC2,” hits stores today.”


us magazine or pete with mtv news?

thoughts? thank you greg from sakari!


us magazine or pete with mtv news?

thoughts? thank you greg from sakari!

oh the irony – after two drama-less weekends with dramatic finishes, i pour in the action this weekend, only to look into the work week with possibly a full night’s sleep, and no tasks to complete on monday.

at least nothing related to my job. i do have that hair appt. at 1.

a couple sundays ago, i hailed cabs and hopped on trains headed uptown, downtown – met friends, drank beverages, and enjoyed an unexpected galavant throughout most of new york city. i spent the night/early morning writing the ralphie report from the second floor of mcdonald’s in times square and sending it out from the starbucks inside penn station – a walk from times square to madison square garden sandwiched in between the events.

last week i drove from lake geo… err… bolton landing, ny to wilkes-barre, with a pitstop turned day long jaunt in syracuse. visited family, former coworkers, and friends on the su hill. i also devoured my first chocolate milkshake of the season, ordered and later enjoyed some real chicken wings from my favorite college bar, and drowned myself in caffeine.

and today? attended church, cooked homemade sauce/pasta, cleaned my apartment, and watched my yankees lose in boston.

if only the weekend mirrored the previous two. and it almost did – until last night just after 1a.

kev the rev and i held down the woods on friday. the next night, i found myself inside colosseum night club. the fact that in a weekend i am paid to host parties in both of the aforementioned venues still reminds me to be thankful for my occupation.

anywho – saturday night could not have gone better – until. it’s 1a, and i head to the bar to grab drinks for friends. on my way back, i fell victim to a lack of traction on my chuck taylor’s and a slippery dance floor. i took a spill in the middle of denny tsettos‘s set, saving the drinks in the process.

this is where my night hits the apex and begins to end.

as i regain posture, i feel a tug to my right. suddenly – a flash and an unfamiliar burst of pressure flushes my face.

a girl i accidently ran in to decided that i deserved a knuckle sandwich for my innocent tumble. she landed a roundhouse square on my cheek bone.

thankfully, rob dale of colosseum night club witnessed the entire course of events. before i could even think of responding, the overzealous dancer found her night finished, on outside looking in from adams. big big thank you to the security staff at colosseum – true professionals – and i’d expect nothing less from that place. have you been? not only does everyone RAVE about it – but i have yet to hear a complaint.

i think nothing of it, a mix of a beer and adrenline preventing any feeling from entering my body. let’s not forget, i still had drinks to distribute.

after handing out the last beer, tony from the street team informs me that all is not over. apparently, i’m gushing blood from my cheek.

a half roll of paper towels and 20 minutes later, the blood ceases and i move about my way, to my car, and back to wilkes barre.

after all, i had a busy sunday to prepare for.

oh the irony – after two drama-less weekends with dramatic finishes, i pour in the action this weekend, only to look into the work week with possibly a full night’s sleep, and no tasks to complete on monday.

at least nothing related to my job. i do have that hair appt. at 1.

a couple sundays ago, i hailed cabs and hopped on trains headed uptown, downtown – met friends, drank beverages, and enjoyed an unexpected galavant throughout most of new york city. i spent the night/early morning writing the ralphie report from the second floor of mcdonald’s in times square and sending it out from the starbucks inside penn station – a walk from times square to madison square garden sandwiched in between the events.

last week i drove from lake geo… err… bolton landing, ny to wilkes-barre, with a pitstop turned day long jaunt in syracuse. visited family, former coworkers, and friends on the su hill. i also devoured my first chocolate milkshake of the season, ordered and later enjoyed some real chicken wings from my favorite college bar, and drowned myself in caffeine.

and today? attended church, cooked homemade sauce/pasta, cleaned my apartment, and watched my yankees lose in boston.

if only the weekend mirrored the previous two. and it almost did – until last night just after 1a.

kev the rev and i held down the woods on friday. the next night, i found myself inside colosseum night club. the fact that in a weekend i am paid to host parties in both of the aforementioned venues still reminds me to be thankful for my occupation.

anywho – saturday night could not have gone better – until. it’s 1a, and i head to the bar to grab drinks for friends. on my way back, i fell victim to a lack of traction on my chuck taylor’s and a slippery dance floor. i took a spill in the middle of denny tsettos‘s set, saving the drinks in the process.

this is where my night hits the apex and begins to end.

as i regain posture, i feel a tug to my right. suddenly – a flash and an unfamiliar burst of pressure flushes my face.

a girl i accidently ran in to decided that i deserved a knuckle sandwich for my innocent tumble. she landed a roundhouse square on my cheek bone.

thankfully, rob dale of colosseum night club witnessed the entire course of events. before i could even think of responding, the overzealous dancer found her night finished, on outside looking in from adams. big big thank you to the security staff at colosseum – true professionals – and i’d expect nothing less from that place. have you been? not only does everyone RAVE about it – but i have yet to hear a complaint.

i think nothing of it, a mix of a beer and adrenline preventing any feeling from entering my body. let’s not forget, i still had drinks to distribute.

after handing out the last beer, tony from the street team informs me that all is not over. apparently, i’m gushing blood from my cheek.

a half roll of paper towels and 20 minutes later, the blood ceases and i move about my way, to my car, and back to wilkes barre.

after all, i had a busy sunday to prepare for.

meet charlie, or as i call him, charles.

if he wasn’t so adorable, i’d be very resentful of him for throwing a wrench in the plans i originally had this weekend to spend with my girlfriend. she just bought him, and there are no pets allowed in my apartment. she has to be with him these next few weeks, as they are just getting to know each other, and he relies on her for training.
this is why i’m waiting to have children.

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TMZ’s Michael Hundgen called in to The Ralphie Radio Show to discuss how TiVo has predicted the past four Idol losers – previous to the night he called in!

Catch Michael during TMZ on TV – weekdays at 6:30 on Channel 38 – The CW.

BTW – Both TiVo & Hundgen were wrong.

meet charlie, or as i call him, charles.

if he wasn’t so adorable, i’d be very resentful of him for throwing a wrench in the plans i originally had this weekend to spend with my girlfriend. she just bought him, and there are no pets allowed in my apartment. she has to be with him these next few weeks, as they are just getting to know each other, and he relies on her for training.
this is why i’m waiting to have children.