What? Mama not invited to the Belton Bazaar!

Go ahead and laugh. I’m offended. I’m the Hollywood elite right here in the Bakersfield big pepper. It’s hot and so am I! Two snaps please. Now stop right before you get to three and listen honey. If I were a chile pepper I’d be red hot! You guessed why? Oh forgiveness is what we girls do. We run and cry and scream and drop to our designer rugs and roll like we’re possessed with the spirit of Versace for what’s been happening to fashion. But then we get up and hug and cry and it all turns to laughter. Now, let me finish with the crying part.

Yes, it’s a shame mama Ricky was not invited to the big birthday party for Bakersfield's Hoochie Honey of the News at Mama Rhoombas. Now, I know Nicky boy and that Jenny Angel both like to rub noses with the journalist elite, but mama is straight from Hollywood! I was made for entertainment news, for birthday parties, and big parties, glittery evenings and runways. Watch me walk…

You don’t think so? Well shout it then turn around and wait for my new heel from Nordstroms. It’s a pink flashy number ready for a spin around and a butterfly dance kiss in your hiney… jajaja!

Back to forgiveness. Honey Hoochie of the News I love you! It’s not everyday we can be pink and glamorous. Now run to me and shout because I have a boa and I want to faint with it into your arms! Shout it!