No wonder LeAnn Rimes is suing her dentist – the $3 million house she just bought with Eddie Cibrian ain’t gonna pay for itself! The couple apparently got the Los Angeles mansion for half price and asdlfkjalsdf… oh sorry, I fell asleep at the keyboard from being so bored.
The lovey-dovey duo scored a deal on their latest dwellings, shelling out $3 million for what was originally sold in 2006 as almost a $6 million home, according to real estate site Trulia.
The Spanish-style home, located in LA’s prestigious, celebrity-inhabited Hidden Hills community, boasts six bedrooms, nine bathrooms and 8,642 sq. ft. of space, which includes a swing-set-filled backyard and gigantic outdoor pool.
Complete with wooden décor in each room, the living space has a rustic feel, that may provide Rimes, 30, and Cibrian, 39, the perfect place to relax.
What the hell are either of these people doing to earn money these days and be able to afford this place? Eddie can’t seem to get booked in anything that isn’t canceled after the pilot and LeAnn’s royalties from the karaoke licensing of ‘How Do I Live’ must have run out long ago. I truly just don’t understand it. And don’t even try to tell me they put it on a credit card, cos I know Brandi Glanville maxed that shit out.
Pictures of the new “mansion” below…
February 21, 2013 at 2:30 pm by Jennifer
LeAnn Rimes and Eddie Cibrian must’ve emptied the last bit of change out of his kids’ piggy banks in the last few days, because LeAnn’s filing a lawsuit for dental malpractice which took place over the past three years.
In the lawsuit… obtained by TMZ… Rimes claims she went to Dr. Duane C. McKay for various dental work over 3 years. Some of the work included upper front veneers and crowns that the dentist promised would address her TMJ-related pain as well as improve her appearance.
Rimes claims rather than helping, the dentist messed her mouth up bad, causing tremendous pain and bleeding. Back in October, she tweeted, “I feel like I got hit in my right side of my face with a baseball bat.”
Rimes says she’s had to undergo 9 root canals and bone grafting. She’s also had a temporary bridge and needed physical therapy as well.
Rimes says in the suit she will have a “permanent cosmetic deficiency.”
Rimes says the dental work is so bad it has been screwing with her career … impeding her ability to perform.
In her malpractice lawsuit, LeAnn is seeking unspecified damages for physical, emotional and psychiatric injuries. She also wants money for loss of past and future earnings.
Alright, let’s break it down for this idiot, whose “past and future earnings” are compromised for reasons that are entirely her own. Things she’s been doing besides singing:
- Showing up drunk on national TV performances
- Wearing bikinis and pretending not to notice paparazzi to concentrate on your voice
- Giving Eddie sex whenever he wants it (gag me)
- Spending three years on dental work for teeth that weren’t jacked to begin with
- Filing frivolous lawsuits like this
Shall I continue? I don’t think so. No one’s arguing that dental issues aren’t serious – I’m the biggest wuss when it comes to toothaches and the like – but I gotta ask, what the hell took you so long to file this lawsuit, and why did you continue to go to the same dentist for THREE YEARS if he was f-cking up your grill so bad? It just doesn’t add up. It’s not like she was on some Walmart PPO plan and had to stick to this one dude despite the horrors he was performing on her mouth (shh – don’t go there). My guess is she realised no one wants to book her ass to do anything and she’s trying to make an easy buck because she’s broke. After all, swimwear doesn’t pay for itself.
February 15, 2013 at 6:30 am by Jennifer
It’s heeeere – your first LeAnn Rimes/Brandi Glanville/Eddie Cibrian post on my watch. Hopefully it’ll be your last, as well, but no promises. All I can do is try my best, people. Anyway, we all know the story: Eddie cheated on Brandi during their marriage with that anorexic harlot LeAnn (who was also cheating on her now ex-husband, as well) and it caused a whole hell of a lot of trouble and spawned far too many stories in the press that no one really cared about. But wait, there’s more! Apparently, LeAnn didn’t give a shit about tearing Brandi’s family apart (uh, duh?)!
From a new interview with Glamour:
“When I’m home alone on a holiday and LeAnn is tweeting pictures with my children, it breaks my heart,” she said. “One way I hear from LeAnn is she’ll text me – hurtful things like, ‘I can’t wait to make your kids lunches and go to soccer…’
“Marriages break up all the time. People have affairs. Happens every day. It matters how you handle yourself after and if you’re actually remorseful. I’ve never found LeAnn to be remorseful. I found her to be like, ‘Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah, I got your family’.”
Sure, LeAnn sounds like a total bitch, but unfortunately Brandi is just coming off as desperate and pitiful, using this years-old affair to keep herself at all relevant and in the public eye. Of course LeAnn has no remorse! If she did, she wouldn’t have cheated on her own husband with another married man! I don’t know why Brandi is acting like she wants the D so bad anyway, since Eddie apparently couldn’t even get it up half the time.
“My heartache probably lasted a lot longer than it should have, because in the old days, you broke up with someone, you never saw them again,” she said. “You’re not seeing pictures of how in love they are. I started to drink too much. I would cry all day.”
Well, you’re not exactly helping yourself by talking about them to every magazine, paper and stray dog that will listen. The stuff this woman will share with the public in order to generate a story is a hot mess. Girl, you’re in the danger zone. I never thought I’d say this, but take a note from LeAnn. Go get yourself some bikinis to live in – even in the winter – and pretend you had no idea there were paparazzi around to snap your picture.
February 6, 2013 at 6:30 am by Jennifer
In an excerpt from her new book, Drinking & Tweeting and Other Brandi Blunders, our favorite reality show star, Brandi Glanvillle, talked subjects like “rejuvenating” her vagina, how Eddie waffled between her and LeAnn from the early beginnings of his affair, and what the end result of all the cheating was.
About her vagina, Brandi said:
I decided that since Eddie had ruined my vagina for me, he could pay for a new one. I gave [the doctor's office] Eddie’s credit card number. This pretty intense surgery had an even more intense price tag: $12,000. A brand-new vagina would be an Eddie-free vagina.
And prior to purging Eddie from her ladyparts, she discussed what it was like finding out that her husband had an affair with the one, the only—LeAnn Rimes:
I’m not entirely sure how I ended up on the floor of my closet sobbing … a teary-eyed Eddie found me lying there. Minutes later, and without saying so much as a word, he started kissing me all over … and we started having sex right there. He swore up and down my body that it wasn’t true … that it was completely innocent. In that moment, it was easier to believe him, because I just couldn’t stand the thought of being without him.
Later in the book, it was revealed how Eddie and LeAnn’s behavior immediately changed after coming clean about the affair, and Brandi also addressed a cake frosting incident that happened at one of the new couple’s first public appearances together:
LeAnn had ‘accidentally’ smeared some cake frosting on her top (she was still a bigger girl and completely flat-chested at the time) and asked my husband, not realizing that I was standing behind the both of them, if he wanted lick it off her. This woman asked my husband if he wanted to eat the frosting mess she’d dropped on her nonexistent chest? He hadn’t realized I was there, either, and he laughed with hungry eyes at the suggestion.
Last, Brandi talked about how the affair had sent her into a “tail-spin” that ultimately resulted in a DUI arrest:
[Eddie] promised he would never marry LeAnn, but that was just one of the countless lies he told me. … I was a jobless, homeless, mother of two living out of her $1,200-a-month SUV and couch-surfing from one hospitable friend to the next. After my divorce — even with the help of Lexapro — I fell into a bit of a tailspin [and an eventual DUI arrest]. … White wine became my constant shoulder to lean on.
Gosh, guys. The more I hear about Brandi Glanville and her side of the story, the more I pity her. I mean, it’s crazy. I pity her for more reasons than I pity LeAnn Rimes, and though I pity LeAnn Rimes for an entirely different array of causes, it’s still quite a bit. What a f-cking hot mess of a situation, you know? I love it so, so much.
January 30, 2013 at 7:30 am by Sarah
Oh LeAnn Rimes. It’s probably so, so hard to be you. Brandi Glanville always hovering about and making sure you’re not accidentally feeding her children laxatives, being bullied because you stole a lady’s husband … I can’t even imagine the trials and tribulations you must have to endure on a daily basis for being a completely innocent, delicate little flower of a woman.
Don’t worry, though, girl. One day, you’ll have it all: you’ll have a man who loves you and respects you for you and not your bank account, a few little rugrats of your own to whom you can mistakenly feed Ex-Lax, and the self-respect that goes along with being an upstanding, decisive woman who doesn’t walk all over people and doesn’t let people walk all over her, either. It’ll be there one day, girl, so just keep on keeping on and clutching at your creepy friend, Lizzy. Not because, you know, the Lizzy thing’s going to make any difference, but because it’s mildly entertaining in a scary sort of way. That’s all.
January 29, 2013 at 9:30 am by Sarah
I would say he’s a nine. I was with him for 13 years. I wouldn’t stay if it wasn’t, like, a total package. … He, at this point, [however] … I care about him as the father of my children … [but] even if we’re in the same room, he makes my skin crawl.
OK, taking the whole cheating thing out of this equation, because Eddie and LeAnn both are disgusting human beings in their own very special ways for doing what they did, and going about it in the way that … well, they did, there’s still something of importance that we need to address, OK?
We need to address just how … how … I don’t know how else to say this other than “anti-feminist” … it is that Brandi Glanville and LeAnn Rimes could be so pathetic to talk about what a sex god Eddie Cibrian is, in spite of everything that’s happened. I can’t even take it. It seriously puts a lump in my throat, and it’s not welled-up emotion that’s in there, guys—it’s f-cking bile. It’s the shit that gives me heartburn, and before any of you go ahead and say, “Well, Sarah, that doesn’t seem to be all that healthy, getting acid indigestion from three people who have no bearing on your life whatsoever,” I’m going to address that part right now: see, I have to share a f-cking planet with all of you people, and I’m sorry, but I have certain expectations. Like not being pathetic wretches who publicly battle for the same flaccid, overworked penis, and then worship said penis for years to come, even when one of those wretches “loses.” Right about now, Eddie Cibrian probably thinks he’s just God’s gift to trashy women the world over, and I’m sorry, but that bothers me in a big way.
Also, can I secretly hope that LeAnn Rimes looks at these photos (whether on this website or another) of Eddie and Brandi and it makes her nuts? Is that one of those horrible-person things to do? Because I’m going to do it anyway. These three people, guys. I don’t even know anymore.