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Monthly Archives: June 2014
Rebeccah Beushausen, tragedy addict, is back with a new tragic baby story. You may remember Rebeccah from the “Little One April” scam she ran back in 2009, when she falsely claimed she was pregnant with a doomed baby. She became the darling of the pro-life community for her refusal to terminate due to her faith in Jesus or something until she was exposed as a scam and disappeared from the internet.
Well apparently Rebeccah, now known as Beccah Tabbert, gave birth to a daughter in March. The baby was evidently premature and whisked away to the NICU as Beccah and husband David’s church sent prayers and hope. She went home three and a half weeks later, but as David says on their fundraiser page:
…her time at home was short-lived… Just a few weeks after her initial discharge from the NICU, Layla was re-admitted to the hospital; this time she was admitted to a speciality, Children’s Hospital just outside of Chicago. This admission was due to poor weight gain, seizing, unexplained (skin) color changes and feeding concerns.
Baby Layla was started on a feeding tube and sent home after a week, but once again encountered medical issues once she left the hospital:
Just two days after her release, she was re-admitted to the same Children’s Hospital. During this subsequent stay, Layla underwent extensive testing to determine what may have caused her from seizing and becoming discolored a few days prior. Despite a great deal of tests, no concrete answers were found.
Baby Layla went home once again, only to be admitted to the ER a few days later with breathing issues and vomiting. As of June 17th she had been in the hospital for 11 days – somehow magically gaining weight steadily and with no other mention of seizures or vomiting. While no one wants to rush to judgment, some folks around the internet are asking if Beccah’s past should lead to a few more questions – especially in light of this recent story.
Cecily Kellogg, former addict slash drunk, and her ‘poet’ husband had to go through a sobriety checkpoint Friday evening. Rather than considering how many lives such checkpoints can save, Cecily posted the location on instagram (in case anyone wanted to avoid it) and then proceeded to complain on facebook about – prepare for a lulz attack – her privacy:
Her husband Charlie joined in the affray by also complaining about the horrible experience:
1 hr · Philadelphia, PA ·
Encountered a sobriety checkpoint on the way back from dinner. We had Tori and one of her friends along. After sitting in traffic, we were told to pull up to “Station One” where a grinning cop leaned in to smell Cecily’s breath while his partner (a shorter, meaner Curly Howard) peered in the passenger window, I assume to look for empty bottles. Needless to say, we passed, but but I’m glad the police don’t conduct proctology checkpoints. #WTF #creepy #predatory #PoliceState
I just…I can’t. God forbid the O’Hats be kept from their tv and laptops just so Big Brother can try to prevent someone being killed by a drunk driver.
In case you’re wondering, that “#ad” hastag denotes exactly what you think it does – Clare used this picture as an instagram ad.
So in case finding a good nanny wasn’t hard enough, I guess now there’s another thing for parents to worry about when hiring childcare – whether their kids will be plastered all over the internet without parental knowledge as part of some sponsor campaign.
Taza, quickly becoming Dooce with her newer, non-revealing content, husband who appears to have ended his own career to ride his wife’s coattails, and sponsored posts, is taking yet another step towards Doocedom – she and her stay at home husband are hiring an assistant.
The prudent thing to do when you are internet semi-famous and have two small children would be to contact a reputable agency (or have your management agency do it for you) and hire a professional who will have a grip of NDA experience and a background check. But hey, why do that when you can put it up on instagram and watch as all your rabid fancujos crap themselves with glee and beg to be your nanny/bff?
The resulting response was both hilariously sad and kind of scary. Fangirls offered to move from other countries in order to work for the Derps, and one said it’s “my Segway into friendship!”
It really seems unsafe to employ some crazed fangirl who probably cares nothing about the actual job, and just has dreams of becoming Auntie Fangirl to your kids and The Famous Taza’s BFF4LYFE. Maybe this is how the kids are hiring these days, but I’m pretty sure that’s how the movie “Selena” started.
Lacey Spears, the mommy blogger who was so “desperate for attention” that she allegedly slowly poisoned her son with sodium, has been indicted on charges of depraved murder and manslaughter for the death of 5 year old Garnett-Paul Spears.
Prosecutors say after searching the internet about the effects of sodium overdoses, Spears fed her son large amounts of salt “once before his seizures and again when his sodium spiked”. According to the Washington Post, investigators “suspect his medical abuse went back much further — fueled by the social media attention she gained on Facebook, Twitter and blogs”.
Spears has pleaded not guilty.
I’ve decided to go for the ultimate in home security systems: a dog. These attacks have GOT to stop. Now on my agenda? Finding a crate for a large dog. Also: not dying, because obviously.
She goes on to ask ‘The Facebook’ where she can find an affordable dog crate before responding to other comments asking “What happened to the go fund me for you. Where are your cameras?”, “What happened to the cameras that were supposed to be put up in your home?”, and “Where is the money from go fund me?” by saying she doesn’t have the GoFundMe money yet because she has to first get a mailbox key from the post office (wtf?).
Then this evening Becky announced she had been fired today and seemingly blamed police involvement, saying “apparently being good enough wasn’t good enough during this bullshit time. The lady detective called my boss.”
I do not even understand what is going on anymore with this person.
If you’ve ever wanted to know how to make a super easy donut cake, The Glitter Guide has your answer. With instructions such as get 24 glazed donuts, place on a tray, and “Repeat until you’ve used all the donuts”, this is surely worth immediately jotting down on a notecard and placing in your Pinstagram worthy recipe box right behind ‘Late Night Bacon’.
In a pretty transparent bid to attention grab away from Taza’s pregnancy announcement, Hey Natalie Jean finally revealed the over-hyped rebellion tattoo she’s been talking about getting since recorded time began. Unfortunately all she did was make the internet go “wait…that looks familiar”.
Yep, in typical unoriginal Bratalie fashion, she got a design from a decorative pillow permanently placed on her shoulder. Of course she added her own ‘hipster arrow’ touch, because…yeah.
Years of planning and talking and wanting and hyping it up on twitter and instagram, and this is what it was all about? Womp womp. What a failure of a thunder steal, because I’d rather talk about how Taza is going to fit three kids in that apartment.
Lauren, over at the Apples and Band-Aids blog, would like all you attractive women on the internet to put your clothes on. She is tired of her husband enjoying your form, and you are ruining their marriage with your gorgeousness.
…I am writing to share the perspective of a woman who is fighting for her marriage. And for that reason, I want to tell you that I don’t need my husband to see your boobs…I don’t blame you for being confident enough to let the world see how good you look in front of the waves with your coozie and ballcap and barely anything else. But I want to tell you that it’s a stumbling block in our marriage.
She says if she were “skinny with rock-hard abs and legs from here to Mexico, I’d want to take lots of pictures of myself”, and then goes on to pinky swear she’s not blaming you for tempting her man. But you need to stop being hot on the internet because her husband is filling up his spank bank and she can’t deal with it.
I know it’s next to impossible to take in images like those and erase them from his mind. Because our men are much less emotional and are much more visual. And as quickly as I can forget your picture, it is filed away in his mind, ready to be pulled back out whenever he so chooses.
Finally she gets to the most important thing you tight little thangs in your string bikinis need to consider before posting your lusciousness to instagram – her self-esteem:
When your bare shoulders and stretchmark-less bellies and tanned legs pop up, I not only worry if my husband will linger over your picture. I worry how he will compare me to you.
As I wrap myself into his arms at night, I wonder if he is seeing you there instead of my mess of a body left over from pregnancy. I wonder if he thinks I’m lazy and that I don’t take good care of myself. I wonder if he wishes I looked more like you than who I really am.
And then the insecurity monster comes back to bite at our relationship again…me, begging for affirmation, and him tiring from saying the same thing over and over.
There you have it, the main point of this bizarre post. Congratulations, internet! You are now responsible for some woman’s self-image, so if you could just stop being attractive on a social media account that no one is forcing her to follow, that’d be great.
We thought about switching venues, making the weekend a little shorter, changing the pricing structure, all the things one considers in these situations. Unfortunately, Camp Mighty has become too difficult to swing both financially and logistically.
Saying “the landscape around blogging has changed dramatically”, they announced that “there won’t be a Camp Mighty this year”. I have no idea what that means, unless they are trying to say the blogging bubble has burst and there isn’t really any money for conferences anymore. If things keep going this way there won’t be any blog conferences within a couple of years. I guess the mommy bloggers will have to start invading SXSW!
The Babble/BabyZone clusterlol continues. Catherine Connors, now formerly of Disney Interactive, is no longer with Disney Interactive. In a too long, don’t bother reading post that can basically be summed up with “well at least I’m doing great and am still employed”, Connors found 10 ways of saying “not my story to tell”, and said, in so many words, that she can’t really talk about what happened.
This is all so very vague, I know. I’ll cut to the chase: I left Disney Interactive. I did not leave the Walt Disney Company (that’s an even longer story, one that has been strange and wonderful and empowering and remarkable, and I will tell it another time), but I did leave DI, and it was, at times, hard and heartbreaking, but mostly incredibly empowering and liberating.
Neatly absolving herself of any role in the current wtfery by saying “if it could have been different, I would have made it different”, Connors went on to say “someday” she will “be able to explain exactly why and how that was”. Sources say Connors’ personal journey (outlined not only in her post but in a long email detailing how she’s doing great now and excited about her future) is all well and good for her, but “people who were counting on this for income have just been tossed around like scum on a lake”.
If my inbox is any indication BabyZone and Babble employees are furious, and don’t give a crap about Connors’ “journey of discovery” or “process…of reflection”.
“I have two children to think about and can’t sit around waiting for the ax to fall,” says one employee. Due to the lack of communication from Disney about what’s going on many of those remaining have now quit or are on the brink of quitting “before [we] read in the news that we are all out of jobs”.
“But hooray for Catherine,” the employee continued. “So glad she bravely shared her story of how she kept HER job.”