Richardson Drops Out of Cabinet

Never trusted this one. Reminded me too much of Desi Arnaz.

One of My Angels!

Dinner tonight with John Tesh, one of the few nice young men left in Hollywood. I once had a lunch date with Orlando Bloom. I see the attraction, but by the end I was so bored I had to pretend to have a stroke just to put an end to it!

Resolutions for 2009

Well, of course there's always my standard resolution: lose some weight, Nancy!  God, I saw Debbie Reynolds at the Jazz club last night, and I tell you, I just never want to let myself go like that. 

Seeing Debbie inspired me to resolve also to try and do more for my old movie friends.  Of course, most Hollywood people don't end up going to the White House, and now you can hardly walk into a cockroach infested nursing home in South Los Angeles without tripping over someone you knew from the studios.  So, I'm going to do something, like deliver a few fruit baskets, or send someone around with a pekinese to lick their noses.  Old people like that sort of thing.  

Is this skirt too short?

I'm off to a Jazz club to celebrate the New Year. On her death bed, Billie Holiday told me I should always celebrate New Year's at a Jazz club. So, that's what I do. . . I guess I'm just a show biz person at heart! But no heroine for me! I think that's why I started the Stop the Madness anti-drug campaign -- for Billie.

I'm wearing a very short skirt, but you know what? My legs are great! Have a fabulous denouement of 2008, and a lovely first few hours of 2009!

The Pastor Who Hates the Gays

Frank Rich has written a column about Barack Obama and the gay people
and that pastor who wears the loud shirts. This all reminds me of
when Rock Hudson was going on at a party about wanting to play more
cowboy roles. And then Milton Berle said he could play Annie Oakley.
We all got a good laugh out of it, but then Rock Hudson threw himself
off of the cliff behind the house. Luckily, it was Judy Garland's
house, and her people had installed a net to catch you if you were
trying to throw yourself to your death. That was the nice thing about
Hollywood -- people took care of you.

Anyway, Frank Rich used to be a Theater critic, so he's probably gay,
too. Everyone's gay, except for my son Ron Jr. We all thought he was
gay, but it turns out he's not. Just goes to show you -- look before
you leap!

One of Those Over Theres

I see that the Middle Easterners are all in a tizzy once again. I'm a
show business person, so the only Arab I ever knew well was Omar
Sharif.

Nearly Killed By Christmas

Here we are, at the end of the same old death march. Glad to say I made it through another holiday season, if only so I take in another inauguration. Still not sure if I will attend or stay here in California.

Ha Ha. Of course I'm not going! I wouldn't go sit out in the cold for two hours even if they wanted to inaugurate me! And I liked being president the first time around!