I’ve been inside the Celebrity Divorce Court everybody’s talking about. But I had no time to blog. I was too busy typing up some 30 pages of courtroom notes and beaming them back to my colleagues via blackberry. I had my wrists and thumbs on ice all weekend.

But the testimony was so juicy I couldn’t stop typing. It was like watching a Lifetime movie.
A legendary Supermodel marries a handsome cad who turns out to be no Superdad… Christie told of how she thought their life in the idyllic Hamptons was perfect, until the day a stranger shattered her world forever.

Moments after Christie delivered a commencement speech at Southampton High School on Long Island, NY, a man tapped her on the shoulder and whispered “Your b—— of a husband is having an affair with my step daughter. He won’t knock it off. She’s just 19 years old.”

Peter originally tried to deny it all to Christie, but finally ‘fessed up in both public and private. He was the first to take the stand. He told of how he first met and bedded the young Diana Bianchi… How he gave her a job doing odds and ends around his office. He paid her 20 grand for a summer’s worth of work, but would also leave extra cash for her in hiding places. When Diana took the stand, there was much hubbub amongst the press when we realized one of the former lovers was lying.

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AAA says this Memorial Day weekend is going to be the most expensive in history, thanks to high gas prices. Regardless, some 37.9 million people will drive more than 50 miles over the next 3 days. Er, make that 37,899,999.

The car I inherited from my grandparents when they died a day apart 3 years ago just broke down on the Garden State Parkway in NJ.

Here’s a shot I took of “Grandma’s Car”, taking a ride on the tow truck.

My grandfather was a mechanic, so the 1996 Pontiac Grand Prix was well maintained. My grandmother worked as a waitress just a few minutes from their house, so the car had only 38 thousand miles on it when it came into my life. Now it seems to be at the end of its life… And I must make a decision. Do I sink more money into it? Or sell the only thing I have left of my grandparents for parts?

My husband got the call first: go to Boston to cover Ted Kennedy’s brain tumor diagnosis. He was on his way when my call came. Now here we are, in the field, covering the same story for the first time. Our only worry is who’s going to give our diabetic cat his insulin shot. Good thing we don’t have kids yet.

*Update*

10:34pm: In my haste to post this blog, I failed to mention that my husband, Chris Foster, works for Fox News Radio. Special thanks to my better half for pointing this out…

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2:37 pm: The technical side of TV news is largely a man’s world. I know only a couple camerawomen. Kristin is the first female satellite truck operator I have ever met, and one of the finest.

She was set up and ready to go live when I arrived at Massachusetts General Hospital to cover Sen Ted Kennedy’s condition after seizuring yesterday. Kristin was bright eyed and bushy tailed. A good attitude goes a long way, especially at 6 in the morning.

Kristin lives outside Boston and takes special care of her satellite truck, nicknamed “Baked Beanz.” Though cramped quarters, Kristin has given “Beanz” a woman’s touch other trucks certainly lack. She has vanilla ice cream scented air freshener at the ready, a candy dish, and three different packets of gum fastened to the carpeted wall. “Gotta love velcro,” she told me.  She also keeps her cherry chapstick stuck to the wall, too.

Kristin clearly loves her job. At one point today, I caught her reading a text book. Thinking she was taking a class, I asked her what she was studying. She held up a book entitled Satellite Communications. “I want to understand the math behind my trade.  I want to know exactly what’s happening when I point my satellite up in the sky.”  You go, girl!

8:35 am: I was supposed to attend a bachelorette party for one of my best friends last night. Instead, I’m camped outside Massachusetts General Hospital awaiting word on Ted Kennedy’s condition. The Senator was hospitalized yesterday after suffering two seizures.

My plane from NY to Boston was filled with journalists as everyone feared the worst. But last we heard, Kennedy was watching the Red Sox game and eating some take-out from Legal Seafood, a popular Boston restaurant. David Lee Miller and I tried to get a table there last night, but couldn’t. Maybe we should have ordered delivery too.

FNC Correspondent Laura Ingle is on hospital watch — CLICK OVER to read her ‘On the Scene’ blog!

Uma Thurman didn’t look at her accused stalker when she entered the courtroom. She walked behind him and went straight to the stand.

Dressed all in black, with her hair disheveled, and hardly any makeup, Uma looked like she was having a hard time … but still was strikingly beautiful.

Today, Uma is recounting the past 2+ years since Jack Jordan started contacting her and her family.  She remained composed when she spoke of the bizarre cards and letters she’d received, along with hand drawn pictures of razor blades and graves. But, her voice cracked when she described how some of the letters mentioned her two children (by fellow actor Ethan Hawke).

Just as she did not look at him, Jack Jordan did not look at Uma as she told her story. He stared either straight ahead at a blank wall or down at his hands.

I just came face to face with him outside, while on the lunch break. I was outside one of the entrances, when suddenly he came out, alone. No lawyer in sight. He walked aimlessly among us, eating an apple and wearing what’s become his trademark blue hiker’s backpack that’s stuffed to capacity. I wonder what’s in there and noticed his eyeglasses are taped together at one side.

Jack Jordan answered none of our questions, but someone said he mumbled an obscenity. We followed him to the courthouse door … but within moments he was out again! This time to smoke a cigarette. I asked him why he didn’t look at Uma in court … and he turned his back on me to face the wall and smoke.

I’m now waiting to get back into the courtroom to hear the rest of Uma’s testimony.

2:18: I’ve always wanted to see the Popemobile. But as the pope passed by to applause and cheers of “Benedicto! Benedicto! Benedicto!” I couldn’t help but feel a little sad. It’s unfortunate that bulletproof glass is a necessary evil for a man who says he’s on a mission to spread peace.

12:35: I grew up going to church every Sunday. Mom and Dad would get the four of us kids dressed up for the 10 a.m. mass. If we were lucky they’d buy us doughnuts from the CYO afterward.

I am not a regular churchgoer now, but the mass is still very familiar to me. There is such uniformity that no matter where in the world you are, if you find yourself in a Catholic mass, you can’t help but feel like you’re home.

It was like that for me today while sitting outside St Patrick’s Cathedral, observing, as part of the media. Audio of the pope saying mass was pumped out through speakers, so I was able to follow along while working.

Throughout it, I heard certain cues and knew when it was time to kneel, stand or make the sign of the cross. But nothing struck me more than when it was time for the sign of peace. I instinctively looked to my left and right to shake someone’s hand and say, “Peace be with you.” I’ve always felt there is something very energizing about that part of the mass, as you hug and kiss your family and shake the hands of any stranger within reach.

I saw that energy in the faces of all the faithful lined up outside of the Cathedral, listening to the mass they know so well … just like me.

8:13 am: Some of us in the media have been here since 3 p.m. yesterday and all through the night, preparing for the pope’s arrival at St Patrick’s Cathedral.

Thousands of people are lined up for blocks to catch a glimpse of the pope — Bill Hemmer and the rest of us crew have a front row seat.

The bishops who will be attending the mass just arrived.

Driving out to a neighborhood outside Pittsburgh, we knew exactly where we were going. Thanks to Google’s “Street View” photo feature we knew what the fork in the road would look like as we drove up. Thanks to a lawsuit against Google, we knew not to take the road that was clearly less traveled.

Unpaved Oakridge Lane is privately owned. Christine and Aaron Boring say they bought a house on that road to ensure privacy. They were shocked when they found pictures of their home online, taken and posted by Google. So they’re suing the internet giant for more than $25,000, claiming the company trespassed, invaded their privacy, and devalued their home. It is the first such suit of its kind.

Google’s “Street View” Feature works like this: you punch in an address and Google will mark it on a map. In some areas, you can take the map a step further. By clicking on the “Street View” button, a box with a 360 degree view will pop up. I punched in my address. I saw my building in Brooklyn. The picture must have been taken in the summer because my air conditioner was still in the window. Then as if I was standing in the middle of my street turning clockwise, I clicked and dragged the image to see the buildings to the right of mine… Parked cars… The back of car driving down the street… The houses across the street… The 24 hour corner store… And people forever frozen in time, crossing the street.

Google says “Street View” is a great way to get familiar with landmarks before going somewhere. But what if you happen to be caught on camera, doing something you’re not supposed to do, or standing somewhere you’re not supposed to be? In the U.S., it’s perfectly legal to publish photos taken on a public street and “Street View” could certainly help the pizza delivery guy find the right house. But is it worth it?

Once upon a time, riding the bus was an event. The men wore ties. The ladies wore gloves. For just 10 percent more than the average ticket price, you could cruise in style while being waited on hand and foot. Trailways literally rolled out the red carpet for its luxury passengers. I’m told it was a great way to send Grandma cross country.

But the bus heyday of the 60s and 70s screeched to a halt when Amtrak started chugging and all the cut-rate airlines started flying.

But the bus is making a comeback. Big carriers like Greyhound and Coach USA are taking the big airlines’ leads and starting lower fare subsidiaries. These new companies like Boltbus and Megabus are offering things like more legroom, free WiFi Internet connections and special rates as low as one dollar, one way (if you book REALLY early).

So far no red carpet or galley stocked with drinks and peanuts, but should that be the next stop? Would it make you take the bus?

“Gather together all your family and friends — anyone who will come — and get them here by 6 a.m.”

Those were my first instructions at FOX News. It was 1996. I was a junior at NYU, and a waitress at the CyberCafe in Soho. “FOX News Sunday” was making its debut, and wanted to use the — then novel — Internet cafe as a gathering place for a live audience to ask the in-studio guests questions via remote. If you caught that first show, that’s my step-uncle nervously asking about the latest in the Clinton vs. Dole race for the White House. And that’s my thumb holding the microphone.

Eleven years later, I’ve done everything from powdering guests to dodging katyushas while working for FOX News Channel. In just the past 3 days alone I’ve listened to a professor describe in detail how he beat his wife to death, interviewed a Boy Scout Troop leader about the organization’s stance on homosexuality, and walked some of the most dangerous streets of Philadelphia with volunteers who are trying to stop the violence. Every day is an adventure.