Jester's 1st Annual 'Birthday Bash'

Jester's first annual 'Birthday Bash' is approaching quickly. Let's just say he's a little stressed right now. He wants it to be a perfect party....he said it's the 'first annual' so it better be good otherwise people won't come to the 'second annual'. Typically Jester is a fairly laid back individual, but ever since this party planning has been going on, well, he's just a little difficult to be around. I told him he just needs to relax. No, Hez isn't going to care what color the balloons are or if you have the perfect 'theme'. Hez and all his other pals just want to hang out with him....celebrate the day. 'What about a Curious George theme?' I asked him. 'Na, George is just too.....curious,' said Jester. 'Okay, what about Bob the Builder or Lightning McQueen?,' I suggested. 'Na, that's way too......'Billish',' He replied. And never mind picking a theme....the food, the food, the food. Talk about high stress. 'Did you see the food at Zaiah's first annual? Like, wow. Talk about a tough act to follow,' Jester said to me. Okay, now I was starting to feel unneccesary pressure. I suggested that we just serve his favorite foods....it is his birthday. Well, he'd think about it, he informed me. Then he went off to make some party checklists or something.

Bill and I were talking about the whole party thing last night after Jester went to bed. 'Watching Jester makes me so glad I haven't had to worry about party planning yet....i mean, i haven't even had a birthday at home yet.' said Bill. 'Yeah, that's a good way to look at it,' I said, 'We just need to be patient with Jester. If it's a big deal to him, it's a big deal to us...I mean, after all, we are family, right Bill?' 'Yeah, you're right,' Bill sighed, 'between you and me, i can't wait until July 8th is over.' 'Oh, Bill.' I said, 'it'll be okay.' Here I was, trying to console Bill, but really I was consoling myself.....this might be a long week.

Green Glitter Gone Wrong (along with a few other things)

Bill thought it'd be a great idea to make a little 'homecoming craft' for nana and papa. The only craft I could think of were egg carton caterpillars. 'Sweet,' Bill said, "Let's get started.'


So I got out all the supplies. Bill's creative juices were flowing. Put some glue, glitter, pipe cleaners and googly eyes in Bill's hands and look out. ' Genius!' Bill shouted as he tossed some glitter on top of the glue. Then he proceeded to put eyes on the caterpillar's back. ' It's scriptural,' he said. 'Like the creatures around the throne.' Wow, that's pretty deep Bill. Jester wanted to see what all the commotion was. Before I knew it Bill and Jester were VERY into the glitter. 'You can't have a caterpillar without glitter,' said Bill. Sheesh, i had no idea Bill was such an expert. I learned the hard way. Glitter is hard to clean up. Really hard. You see, it seems to attach itself to everything through static electricity. Bill and Jester loved all the glitter. 'It livens up the decor a little,' said Jester. 'Yeah, whatever Jester,' I replied, not really seeing the bright side.



The next day Bill and I loaded up the caterpillars. We were off to the airport to pick up my 'rents. The whole ride there Bill couldn't stop talking about the caterpillars. He was a little nervous....hoping nana and papa would love the caterpillars. I think artists can be a little insecure about their creations...especially when they're just starting out. 'Bill, they will,' I assured him, 'Just keep them in the bag. We don't want to liven up the decor in Papa's truck.'



We arrived at the airport in plenty of time. Bill and I were waiting in the observation deck anticipating the 'rents arrival. Suddenly I hear my name being paged over the intercom. 'What's up with that?' Bill asked. I contacted the info desk - it was a message to call home. I was worried. 'Oh, it's probably just Jester checking in on us,' Bill suggested. Oh Bill. The cup is always half full, isn't it? I call home. Bad news. Nana and Papa missed their flight. Something about them sitting in the wrong gate........honest mistake. Happens to everyone.



I broke the news to Bill. 'What are we going to do now? It's going to be 6 hours before they get in now,' I asked Bill. Bill is always one to think quick on his feet. 'Just let me eat grapes. I do some of my best thinking while I eat grapes,' Bill said. So he ates some grapes and then said, 'we should call Karla. I think of her as a refuge in the storm. She'll help us out.' Well, it was worth a shot. We didn't have any other good options. I found her number in the phone book, deposited my last quarter and dialed her number. No answer. 'Let's just take a chance and drive over there,' said Bill, keeping his cool.

So off we went...to the other end of the city not knowing if Karla and Co would be there or not. We pull up onto her driveway and behold! There she was. What a beautiful sight. 'And you were worried. Sheesh!' says Bill from the backseat. Once we got settled in I realized why this was such a 'refuge in the storm'. Bill was surrounded by ladies. 4 cute ones at that. Bill really hit it off with one in particular. She wouldn't stop squeezing his legs. He loved it....i could see it on his face. Oh Bill, it's always about the ladies with you......especially the older ones. sheesh.

Not only did we have good company (VERY good company according to Bill), we also had some great eats. Perogies, farmer sausage, salad, and Bill's favorite - strawberries....not to mention some moist carrot cake. Things couldn't have turned out better for us.

Oh yeah, and my 'rents made it home eventually. They loved Bill's caterpillars. Papa even caught on to the 'scriptural eyes' without any prompting. Sweet, eh Bill?

So here's a big shout out to the Penner's from me and Bill! THANKS A BUNCH!

New Feature

I added a new feature to my blog....and you have to scroll all the way down to the bottom of the page to see it. It's my 'Lisa Likes List'. I was hoping it would be at the top on the side, but NOOOOO. It's not.

Sailor 'J'

Rainy day fun is all I can call it. Jester spotted the ol' sailor suit in Bill's closet. He begged me if he could try it on. Drew's first sailor suit. My, it's a dandy. Must be the equivalent to a girl trying on her mom's wedding dress or something....pretty special moment. I was a little concerned about Jester's self-esteem.....I mean, he's not exactly the trimmest guy around and what if I couldn't zip it up? "Aw, what the heck," I thought, "it's worth a shot. It's got a little stretch in it." So I helped Jester slip into it....well, actually I wouldn't exactly say he 'slipped' into it....more like squeezed and poured into it. But, we got it zipped up. Well, actually we only got it zipped up about half way. "Perfect fit!" I exclaimed, hoping he wouldn't notice. Jester insisted I get the camera and take a few pics. Bill totally egged him on...."Sexy, sexy, sexy!" he kept chanting. Jester totally ate it up. He tried doing a few model moves, but that darn suit was too tight. Here he is. Actually, he does look kinda sexy. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, right Drew?

p.s. Dad, we're waiting for those sailor hats.....hurry up before Sailor J outgrows his suit.

FYI - check out Bill's sailor suit photo shoot in our blog archives....click on 2005!

Summer Palace

So mom and dad are off in St. Pete's....rubbing it in our faces with their online photo album. Thanks, guys. Sheesh. Bill and Jester are a little POed to put it lightly. So I decided instead of wallowing in self pity (which Bill, Jester, and myself do on a daily basis) I'd post a few of our own pictures. For your info, we also were at the summer palace....okay, so there weren't any 300 year old "natural" fountains, but there was a kick @$$ bonfire and some really cool deer poop. we even had a little picnic of our own. here it is in all it's splendor.......eat your heart out 'Peterhof".

False Paska Modesty

I know easter has come and gone, but something really struck me about the easter season and I just can't shake it. It all started when Mama V stopped in to drop off some paska buns. 'Wow!' I said, "pretty ambitious, making paska buns, hey?". "Yeah," she said non-chalantly, " They didn't really turn out, just throw them out if you don't like them." As soon as she left I made myself a cup of tea and sat down to enjoy a paska bun slathered in icing and sprinkles. "mmmmm," I thought to myself, " these paska buns are pretty rockin'. She made it sound like they'd taste as good as a bowling ball." Mama V, just admit it, you make some pretty mean paska.

That's not where my story ends. I was at my mom's one thursday afternoon before the big easter weekend. She had 'just whipped up' some paska buns, as she put it. "Wow, mom!" I said, "paska buns, hey? That's pretty ambitious." "Yeah," she shrugged, "they're not that great. They didn't really turn out." They looked just dandy to me. I was up for a taste test. So I got the paska bun ready for consumption. I spread some icing on it and sprinkled some sprinkles on top. One bite and I was in paska heaven. "Mom, these are awesome!" I said. "Really?" my mom said like she was in some serious denial. Mom, just admit it, your paska buns rock.

Sorry folks, that's not where this story ends. I was at Elf Hamm's house the week before Easter and low and behold, she served some paska bread. Everyone was oooing and aaahing over this paska bread and going for seconds (and thirds). "Elf! This paska bread is soooo good," I said. "Really?" she asked, " I thought it turned out a little on the heavy side." Oh please. Elf, seriously...this was some seriously rockin' paska. But then, I found myself telling someone about the time I had made paska. "oh, I had made some paska buns last year, but they didn't turn out that great. They were a little on the heavy side."

I'm hoping I've shed a little light on this terrible thing I like to call 'false paska modesty'. We women need to be able to say that our paska is good.....that it is enjoyable. The paska I made last year was good, all right? Dang good. Yeah, It pretty much rocked. There, I said it. And you can too.

Writer's Block

I've been struggling lately..... I've been neglecting my blog....i'm losing sleep over it.....okay, I'll admit it. I've got writer's block. I'm feeling a little pressure to put out a good post. I'm feeling pressure to be funny, witty, creative. I've discovered I've got quite a blog following out there. My mom will tell me, 'so and so LOVES reading your blog. they think you're so funny'. It's getting to me, okay? I've told myself, 'just don't try, then you'll be funny.' People are only funny if they don't know they're funny....

So I decided to talk to Bill about it. He always has some good words of advice and encouragement and besides, he's a pretty funny guy himself. This is what Bill told me, "well, a wise person once told me, 'always keep them wanting more'. Blog only when you're feeling the groove...When you can bring da funk. Quality, not quantity, capeesh? oh yeah, and just be yourself. It's who you do best."

Oh Bill, you always know what to say...wise beyond his years, isn't he?

Who's Your Stylist?

I was talking to Bill last week about getting a haircut...you know, a real haircut. I was ready for a change. My last hairstylist did a pretty butch job on my hair. The naked eye wouldn't have been able to see it, but I had to get my scissors out to do a few touch ups. That's the problem with having curly hair...often the stylist won't notice that she's done an uneven job...it looks fine when your hair is curly but as soon as you straighten it. Look out, girlfriend. Nasty. Anyways, to get on with my conversation with Bill he said he LOVES his stylist, Grace. He's referred her to Hez, who also swears by her. She's had many years experience and she knows curly hair. I told Bill that him and Hez both had pretty stylin' cuts and I was willing to give Grace a shot.

Now, as I said earlier I was ready for a change so I asked Bill and Jester for some suggestions. I respect their sense of style and so I respect their opinions. Their suggestions got a little out of hand. I'm trying to stay hip and current, but for goodness sakes, boys! A Mohawk? I'll admit, they almost had me convinced. They kept chanting, 'Mohawk! Mohawk! Mohawk!'

This morning I still had no idea how I should cut my hair. Time was running out. I was beginning to wonder if the mohawk was for me. It was the only thing that I could come up with and my appointment with Grace was only 1 hour away. Then I thought about her...Crystal. Stylin', beautiful, Crystal. Instant inspiration! I wanted a sheek, sexy cut. A few bangs, a lot of layers. Bill, I have to agree with you. Grace knows curly hair. She is now my stylist as well. I'm sure you are all wondering - Jester and Bill were a little disappointed that I didn't go with the mohawk, but when I walked in the door after my cut Bill said, 'mommy, you're cute!'. So, here's the new me!

Extreme Makeover, Blog Edition

You have to admit my blog kicks some you know what. It looks pretty sweet. Drew is getting a little concerned however....i mean, i'm getting pretty good at this blogging thing. He even called me a blog 'expert'. I guess I am...did you see that i now have 'links'? And I have a pretty sweet template. Yeah, I'm just trying to keep up with my buddy Heather. She's the best blogging 'expert' i know. So enjoy the makeover! I sure am.

This One's For You...Ya, You Know Who You Are

All right, let's get real. Life is just not as much fun without my fun lovin' sis-in-law around. Thursday suppers at mom L's are a little dull, Bill's getting a little boring without 'danya' to teach him the next trick, and I'm just plain ol' lonely. My buddy isn't here to talk about recipes with, to share the same excitement for shopping, and to make survivor night worth watching. I've gone on this long without her, but I just don't know if I can do it anymore. To make things worse my 'rents bought their tickets to Russia yesterday. Oh, i think i did a pretty good job pretending to be happy for them, but deep down inside i'm raging with envy. And did they invite me along? Nooooo. They sure didn't. They'll be off gallivanting through St. Pete's with my gal Crystal and I'll be here...at home...crystal will only be but a smiling face on my refrigerator door.

My food has lost it's taste, my laugh has lost it's ring, my eyes have lost their sparkle. Nothing can take your place. Nothing will make me feel better until I see you again. So here's a shout out to you, Crystal: "YOU ROCK AND I MISS YOU LIKE NO BODY'S BIZZNESS!"

In your honor I made a rockin' batch of dill dip for supper. I will sip a diet cherry coke and eat my dill dip and think of you....it just won't taste the same without you here.

Bill! It's Dick Dick!

The inevitable has happened. I was looking at a picture of Dick Dick on the computer the other day and casually asked Bill, "who's that?". My heart sunk as he stared blankly at the screen. 'Dick Dick! That's Dick Dick!' I almost shouted. "Remain calm," i told myself, "maybe it's just the new hat Dick Dick is sporting. It's probably confused Bill". Just to be sure I've decided to make a series of flashcards for Bill. Pictures of Dick Dick, Danya, and Arlink wearing various styles of clothing...some pictures with hats, some without, some with sunglasses...well, you get the idea. Dick Dick, Danya, Arlink...Bill will not forget who you are if I have anything to do with it. Absence WILL make the heart grow fonder. We will deligently study those flashcards every night. If you have any other ideas, please let me know.

So I was writing in one of my last posts that Bill is the Butterfly waiting to emerge out of his cocoon. Well, by no means is he a butterfly yet, but nature is definitely running it's course with a little help from moi. I'm encouraging Bill to express his emotions. Often he keeps them all bottled up inside. While we were in Orlando visiting an organization that will remain annonymous (policies, people, policies!) Bill expressed himself beautifully when he opposed the idea of going inside. Progress, Bill. It's progress. The next step is to learn a little R E S P E C T. Yes Bill, even butterflies show respect.

Here is Bill showing his immense displeasure:

Don't Be Shy! Introduce Yourself!

Bill and I were reading my friend's blog 'Our Life Voyage' and liked her idea of asking people who read her blog to introduce themselves. So if you read our blog, please! Introduce yourself! Bill would like to meet you.

Bill the Butterfly

It's been 2 weeks since we arrived home from C.R. It's been a long 2 weeks to be honest. Bill just hasn't been himself and Jester is just moping around the house feeling sorry for himself. He wishes he was back on the beach surrounded by costa rican women. I think Bill has been searching for himself. I think the trip really affected him....I can't quite put my finger on it yet. He just seems like he's not satisfied anymore. Maybe he's been ruined for the ordinary. It's too early to tell the full extent of how he's been affected, but I plan on keeping close tabs on him. It seems like the only thing that cheers him up these days is his 'precious'. I kid you not, that is what he named his blankie. He just sits in bed and strokes his 'precious'. I wonder what he's thinking.....He's the kind of kid that you just don't want to pry too much. I see him as a butterfly that needs to emerge from it's cocoon. You can't rush these things. Let nature run it's course. Actually...I think he's still a caterpillar that needs to make itself a cocoon. Actually, he's a caterpillar that hasn't even THOUGHT about making the cocoon. Oh Bill, time will tell, time will tell.

Costa Rica according to Jester

According to me, Costa Rica is Heaven on Earth. The culture, the people, the sights, the sweet hot weather. Life couldn't be better. The women absolutely adored me. Seriously, they couldn't get enough of me. I didn't even do anything. I would just smile and they would go crazy. It was awesome. I was the most loved man in Costa Rica. I would go back in a second.

Another reason I liked the trip so much is that I got a sweet tan. I've been wearing short sleeved shirts - white ones - to show it off. Another perk was that my mom was constantly worried that I was dehydrated and kept wanting to feed me. I didn't argue with her. Sweet, I thought. I tried to look thirsty and it worked most of the time. I think I gained a few pounds. The pounds I gained I think my brother Bill lost.....more on that later.

Here is me on the beach working on my sweet tan:

My mom had a pretty good time too, but she kept talking about some 'auntie danya'....auntie danya would like this and auntie danya would like that and how much she missed auntie danya. Who the heck is auntie danya? Whoever she is she must be somebody really special. Sheesh. Speaking of special people here is a pic of me with my kindred spirit, Colin. We totally hit it off. We didn't talk much, but he would often give me a knowing smile. I miss not seeing him every day, but I guess there's always church.

I thoroughly enjoyed my time, unlike my brother Bill. I don't know what his problem was. He didn't like the heat, he didn't like the food, he didn't like the bugs, he even didn't like how friendly people were to him. I told him to take a chill pill....stick it out for 2 weeks and if need be, to just pretend he's having fun. I think he was just jealous that the women liked me so much and not him, but I didn't rub it in. His attitude just really stunk. I mean, I can't help it that they named a soft drink after me, right? Costa Rica just agreed with me. I've even adopted the Costa Rican saying, "Pura Vida!". For those of you who don't know spanish it means the pure life. I was living the pure life for 2 short weeks. My 2 weeks of fame are over...they are but a distant memory now. Whenever Bill gets a little fresh with me I just go to my happy place. I go to Costa Rica - at least in my mind I do. Bill just doesn't even understand. He never will. He really missed out, but in a way I'm glad. Costa Rica is mine to treasure forever.

Just so there are no hard feelings (because Bill might read this), here is a pic of me and Bill hanging out in Costa Rica. It wasn't all bad, was it Bill?:

The True Meaning of Christmas....according to Bill

Christmas has come and gone and with it it brought a lot of changes in the VBerg household. A new side of Bill has come out and I don't know if Christmas is to blame.....but I guess I just don't know what else to blame it on. Could it simply be the sinful nature of the human race? I'm sure you are wondering what the new side of Bill could possibly be. He is already so wonderfully complex. Well, where should I begin?

I'll begin with the day after our Christmas festivities were over. Bill was so excited about his red Case Tractor with not just 2 back tires, but 4. It's a beaut, let me tell you. I can't remember the exact details, but let's just say Bill and I exchanged some words. The next thing I know he's kicking over his cherished tractor and throwing around the baler and any other implement he could get his hands on. So I told him, "Bill, you are forgetting the reason for the season. Mary's boy child, Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day. Sheesh. What's with the attitude?". Bill knew he was out of line.... we both knew it, so that's where I left it. I figured he'd come around.

Unfortunately that's not where this story ends. All of a sudden greed has entered in. Bill began coveting Jester's stocking stuffers. I can hardly blame him. They're pretty darn cool. Anyways, that's besides the point. Jester was minding his own business, playing with his new squishy trucks when Bill's greed got the best of him. He sneaks up behind Jester and steals the trucks right out from under him. It was like stealing candy from a baby. I couldn't believe it. My Bill? Stealing? So I told him to give the trucks back to Jester. He reluctantly returned ONE of the trucks to Jester. Sheesh, I thought. But, I didn't want to push it. It had been a long day already. I was busily preparing lunch for Bill when out of the corner of my eye I see my shoe in Bill's hand. What in the world is he up to now? All of a sudden, "WACK!". He had hit Jester square in the face, leaving him helpless and crying...and totally stunned. In fact, we all were. I think even Bill was stunned at what had just happened. I think he had a full circle moment right then. He realized that he had let the World's 'Spirit of Christmas' get into his heart....a spirit that is all about how much I can get and doing whatever it takes to get it. As I consoled Jester I really felt that no words needed to be said. I knew that Bill was remorseful and that was all the punishment he needed right then. Later on him and I had a good talk. He told me that from now on he wanted to make a conscious effort to be less materialistic.....he wanted to fight in the opposite spirit of greed. He wanted to be more giving. Suddenly a little twinkle appeared in his eye. "Jesus is the reason for the season, cliche, but true," He said. I agree, Bill, I agree.

Christmas Card Disaster

This year I wanted to be like everybody else and hand out a family picture with a Christmas greeting on it. I guess you could say we'd get a nice picture of Bill and Jester the day Santa comes down our chimney.....which is never because we don't have a chimney. Bill knew I was uptight about it and wanted to help out. He came up with a few suggestions. Here are the pictures he thought would be suitable for a nice Christmas greeting:

Wow Bill, those are great suggestions. As you can probably guess The Jester was not top pleased with the selections Bill made. Yeah Bill, maybe YOU look great on those shots, but you can't always think of yourself. The Jester ain't looking too hot on those.

So The Jester took matters into his own hands and made a few suggestions of his own:

Sheesh. One of his choices doesn't even include Bill. I can see where this is going. I called a family meeting. The Christmas card idea was becoming a disaster...and quickly. Christmas cards are supposed to bring warm, fuzzy feelings. Not anger and selfishness. Drew made an excellent suggestion. Why not compromise? Let's pick a picture that is unbias to both Bill and Jester. Here is Drew's suggestion:

Both parties involved are looking at the camera....Bill has a funny and almost wierd face and Jesse is slumped over and not smiling. See? A compromise! I agreed, it was a good idea. Unfortunately Bill and Jester didn't go for it. Bill was too embarrassed of his wierd face and Jester just couldn't give out a picture in which he wasn't smiling. So sorry folks, you won't be getting a warm, fuzzy Christmas greeting from us this year. But you can't say we didn't try.

Deck the Vberg Halls

It's Christmas time at the Vanden Berg household. Our humble tree turned out well. The popcorn garland was Bill's idea. I can see right through him however....he just wanted to 'help', which really means 'eat'. Yeah, that took awhile. Thanks, Bill, for all your help. Sheesh.














Moving on, I'd like to show off these 'ULTIMATE Sugar Cookies'. That's what the recipe is called anyways. They were a hit at the church potluck on Tuesday. Not one left much to Bill's dismay. And you know it's a keeper if Lena Friesen asks for the recipe. It's funny how the Bergie cookbook is full of recipes with titles such as, 'World's Greatest Meatloaf', or 'Best Ever Brownies', or in my case, 'Ultimate Sugar Cookies'. And it's even more funny how I always make the recipes with those kind of titles. I have yet to be disappointed. I think Denyse's Thumbprint cookies should be called, 'Denyse's Superduper Thumbprint Cookies'.



Here we have a picture of a plate of Christmas goodies that someone (who will remain annonymous) brought over today. I'd like to give you a tour. To the far left are chocolate covered cherries....but in between the chocolate and the cherry is a layer of peanut butter. Crystal, just so you know, it tastes pretty bad. You wouldn't like it. The second from the left is a square made with mini mashmellows, rice krispies, smothered in a peanutbutter/butterscotch filling. Again, Crystal, it's pretty awful stuff. The third from the left are Rolo cookies. Yes, that's right, there is a Rolo in the centre of a chocolate cookie. But as we all know, Rolo's are HORRIBLE. Whoever would come with such a terrible idea? Ruining a perfectly good cookie with a Rolo center. Sheesh. And finally, to the far right we have Fudge Puddles. That would consist of a peanutbutter cookie base filled with a pool of fudge on the top and topped with a peanut. Yeah, I may as well throw those in the garbage. Disgusting.

Bill wanted me to give a greeting from him. He says to say, 'May your days be merry and bright and may all your christmas's be white.' (if you ask me he's going a little overboard with the Boney M, but hey, he's discovered them for the first time. Who can blame him?)

Confessions.....

Chris and Crystal, this one's for you........So I'm going through this season in my life where I'm trying to be authentic. I'm not into hiding my feelings anymore. I want to live my life as an open book. So, here is goes. Yes, that Toby Keith CD was mine. I'm coming out of the closet. I, Lisa Marie Vanden Berg, am a die hard Toby fan. This summer when I threw away that Toby cd I was really living a lie. My 'reputation' was more important to me and I was afraid of what you guys would think of me. And I'll confess right now since everything is out in the open that I fished that cd out of the garbage when no one was looking and the next time when I was all alone I cranked it on my stereo and sang along at the top of my lungs. How liberating! I don't care what people think anymore. My Toby posters are going back up and I'm even going to bring out my concert t-shirts. So there you have it. I feel so much better already - I'M AUTHENTIC!!! Here's a big shout out to my main man Toby. "HEY TOBY, I'M YOU'RE #1 FAN!"

Danya? Dick Dick?

I'm worried about Bill. He's been having some withdrawl symptoms ever since Dick and Danya left. The other night he just kept saying, 'airplane, danya?'. Yes Bill, it's true. Dick and Danya went on an airplane and are gone out of our lives. Last night I showed him a picture of Dick and Danya and he just kept saying in a very high, quiet voice (and I'm not kidding), 'Dick Dick? Danya?'. It was like he was holding back his tears. Bill is having a lot of trouble sleeping. He cries himself to sleep every night since they left. Oh Bill, I know it's hard, but we just gotta pull ourselves together and keep going. Life doesn't stop for us when we're sad. We just gotta keep going. Be strong, Bill, be strong....if not for yourself, then for me.

Danya, seriously, maybe you could call Bill and encourage him a little sometime?

Billy Idol

" No pictures, please." Billy wasn't quick enough to get away from the paparazzi this time. Billy is known to shy away from cameras and tries to live a very private life. He drives an unsuspecting Accord which usually throws off those pesky paparazzi. Rumor has it he was leaving for a pleasure trip to St. Pete's in Russia.