Tom Brady's pick of the moment, model Gisele Bundchen, is not gaining any fans on the playing field. The former face of Victoria's Secret allegedly sent gifts to Brady's ex and baby-momma, actress Bridget Moynahan.

Seems like a nice gesture...WRONG. One of the gifts from the posh baby boutique Petit Tresor in L.A. was a onsie with "supermodel" splashed across the front.

Don't wait around for that Thank-you card Gisele...I am sure it just got lost in the mail.

Halle Berry confirmed yesterday that she is expecting a child with her boyfriend, model Gabriel Aubrey. We think they are going to have a better looking baby than the Jolie-Pitts!

41-year-old Berry is reportedly three months pregnant.

Congrats!

The sun has now risen above the city of Lowell and Lowellita is ready to call it a night. The day where she realized the writing was on the wall is coming to a close and a new adventure has just seen its first dawn.

It is peculiar how people always say that they lost a day, but they never claim to have lost a night. Days can get wasted. However, the night somehow escapes this fate that falls to the feet of its predecessor and other inanimate objects — like socks.

It is ironic that the moon cannot harm you or cause your death, like its burning star of a sister, the sun. But still, many are fearful of the night.

To me I could go without both — days and socks that is. Maybe it’s the same people who would rather go barefoot that also wallow in the moonlight.

I left my tarnished diner companion on the Cox Bridge with promises to meet again when we were less jaded by the light of the morning. The June bugs had already begun their symphony that initiates every humid late summer day in Lowell. It was a sure thing that the discordant zing of the insects and the humming of window units would play as constant background music for the next 12 hours. Sleeping through this noise would be like falling asleep at Mass. Though it would be a sin, I would not regret it later.

I walked out of the heart of downtown eluding it just as its pulse began to weaken and almost fade. I traveled through the Highlands on streets that are the veins of my existence. An area of the city where supper-time chatter bounces off the lofty ceilings of Victorian-era homes and makes a subdued hum through the close-knit neighborhood. The houses are as tight as the kids that grew up playing pick-up kickball on the side streets. Here the pavement is cracked and buckled, like the roots of towering oak trees protruding from deep beneath the tar.

In Lowell, you stay loyal to the neighborhood where you were raised. Highland kids stick together and still do, as do the ones bred in Belvidere, Pawtucketville, the Acre and Centralville.

When I was much younger, my mother used to bring us to basketball and softball games in other parts of the city. It was usually around dusk after the final score was recorded and porch lights were just being turned on. While driving home, I would stare out looking into the illuminated windows of homes that we passed. The guy reading in the recliner by himself, the woman on the phone petting her cat at the kitchen table or the two boys picking off the top of their pencil erasers while doing their homework.

After I got home, cleaned up and got in bed, I would make up stories about the people I just saw. This would help me fall asleep faster and usually dream easier.
When I finally hit my mattress this morning, I will be thinking about my Club Diner companion.

Have things changed for Lowellita? Or is she still the same girl from the Highlands with big ideas in a small city? E-mail lowellita@lowellsun.com.

MTV is confirming that Britney Spears will make her comback performance Sunday night at the Video Music Awards in Las Vegas.

The Britster will be performing her new single "Gimmie More". And remember when she was photographed hanging out with "Mind Freak" Criss Angel? Well, he is part of her performance!

Hopefully he doesn't make her vanish!

Can't hold a home girl down! There's no looking back now!

Britney Spears made her come back appearence last night at the MTV Video Music Awards opening the show with her new single "Gimme More". Though she seemed to sleep walk through the performance, she is not fat like most news outlets are reporting.

What don't they get? She has two young children and she is not 18 anymore! A little less svelte, yes but she still looks better than half the people at Hampton Beach!

Other than the Britster, last night was filled with some scandal. Kid Rock punched out Tommy Lee. No word yet if it's over their shared ex-wife Pamela Anderson. Kayne West and 50 Cent presented an award together, but did not speak while on stage. They have an ongoing fued. Also host Sarah Silverman disappeared half way through the show, with no explaination.

Rapper Kanye West is putting MTV on blast.

Making some obvious points that actually make sense for the egotistical rapper, West told the Morning Mash Up on Sirius Radio that it is the music channels fault for Britney Spears poor performance.

"They exploited her, they played me and I really don't mess with MTV," he said.

Good point, maybe someone should listen to this man when he talks.

The beat isn't going on for The White Stripes. The band has canceled their upcoming tour dates “due to health issues...Meg White is suffering from acute anxiety and is unable to travel at this
time,” the duo said todayon their Web site.

Meg is drummer to singer-guitarist Jack White. They are on tour promoting their new album "Icky Thump".

No Boston dates were effected.

Foul mouthed mother, Sharon Osbourne, made stunning statments today in the British newspaper the Daily Mirror that Courtney Love was one of the reason behind her son's drug problem. Mrs. Ozzie says the Grunge widow gave Jack OxyContins when he was just 15.

"I will never have time for Courtney Love. She was the first person to give my son Jack the prescription drug OxyContin," she said to reporters. "There's not a shadow of doubt in my mind about that."

Jack entered rehab for prescription drug use in four years ago and has been clean ever since.

With a plethora of ideas racing through her mind, Lowellita is trying to decide if the path she has chosen in life has brought her to a dead end. Did she hit the brakes in time to make a U-turn? Or is she just rambling on endlessly in an exhaustive state?

When you are trying your all to shut your eyes, and in the process shut yourself off from reality via asleep, you notice things you never have before. There is nothing to concentrate on but the hum from the electric alarm clock overheating and the traffic passing outside — people with priorities.

One thing I observed above my bed is the delicate cracks in the white plaster ceiling. One area resembles a pencil sketch of a gentleman done by an abstract artist who is trying too hard to conform. He has a crooked hook-nose like the sparrow with a broken beak I once abetted in its escape, and eventual demise, after my cat attacked the bird in my garden.
I regretted that occasion.

Afterward my stomach twisted for week every time I saw a tiny feathered friend. I could not get that image out of my head, neither could I stop thinking about what had happened after it got lost in the confetti of maple leaves above.

That was the last time I interfered with fate.

The man above me has a jagged chin that comes to a severe point to complement his distinct nose. A deep concave abyss fills his eye sockets. His skin is withered with alabaster, like a wicker rocking chair that emptily rocks on a country farm porch.
I have laid beneath this profile on many nights, and days, making up tales about the man, wishing to fall asleep and dream of him.

But a dream is just a nightmare that you cannot recall the ending to. And I have had many. Both nightmares and dreams. Maybe too many of both.

And if the man in the ceiling could talk back, I wonder what he would have to say. He has seen what no one else has. He has witnessed the raw version of me. I guess raw can be pleasant once in a while. Oysters are best enjoyed in this state. Sometimes a hidden jewel is found buried deep inside them.

I am uncertain whether I have found the pearl of wisdom that will lead me on the path to find the creative spark that has been snuffed out recently. Thankfully before I became too distressed, I slipped into the state where every beat of my heart pumped another idea through my now exhausted brain — runny eggs, the bridge, Camel cigarettes, sparrows, street lights, oysters and the man on the ceiling.

Is her mind playing tricks on Lowellita? E-mail lowellita@lowellsun.com.

I am a HUGE fan of Courtney Love and her music, but I am at a loss for words here.

Please Courtney, you are a 43-year-old woman. And, yes, you are a rock star but you are still, let me repeat this, 43!

I could deal with the baby-doll dresses of yesteryear. I actually bought some myself back then. But this is just not right.

And you know the rest of the saying. O.J. Simpson looks just as shifty in both booking photo from this weekend and 13 years ago when he was charged with killing his ex-wife and her new beau.

The Juice is being charged with Robbery with a Deadly Weapon, Assault with a Deadly Weapon, Conspiracy to Commit a Crime and burglary with a firearm. With Johnny Cochran dead, O.J. might finally see some time behind bars.

Some people just never change.

Nothing new yesterday on the Britney Spears/Kevin Federline custody battle that we didn't already know before. The judge in the case said yesterday that "there is a habitual, frequent, and continuous use of controlled substances and alcohol by (Ms. Spears)."

The Britster was ordered to undergo random drug testing twice a week and both parents would refrain from using derogatory remarks about one another in the prescence of their two sons.

They will continue to share custody but have to attend parenting classes. He also ruled that "Neither party shall consume alcohol, or other non-prescription controlled substance during or for the 12 hours immediately preceding any period such party is responsible for the health and safety of the minor children."

As Brit was spotted at both hotspots Winston's and Hyde alst night in L.A., we assume her sons are with their father.

Lowellita began to think her mind was playing tricks on her last week. There was no ruse pulled before her eyes. The only reason for that is that her eyes were half closed at that point. They are as wide as an owl now.

I created a monster. A monster that wears patent leather heels she can’t afford. One that sips over-priced jewel-toned potions while charming her way to comped cocktails and expensive late-night noshes. Someone who only uses artisan bottled water to boil pasta and make tea — if (with their social life) they are ever home to do so.

A person who exists solely to be seen, on the scene, making a scene.

No one wants their image of this vapid columnist to be tarnished. Well, at least more than it already is. They do not want to believe that she thinks martinis are overrated and finds Elliot’s Famous Hotdogs in Lowell to be a delicacy.

It all started with a pair of pink, knee-high suede boots topped with fur trim. I once thought they were the perfect fit, the object of my affection. My prince charming. When I look at them now, I wonder to myself, what was I thinking — or how much had I been drinking?

Mauve-hued animal hide, how tacky.

The anonymity is lost now. Sometimes that is a good thing — hey who doesn’t like free drinks once in a while or all the time? Sometimes it is a bad thing, when people think you are going to jump atop the tables outside The Courtyard and re-enact a scene from the now-defunct Matthew’s. OK, so that happened once, but never again, like wearing those pink boots.

I have come to realize what I had been looking for — whatever it was I was looking for — was in all the wrong places. In reality, I have been in the right place all along.

There are friends in bars at last call.
Notoriety is not captured in writing on a bathroom stall.
Sex appeal is not gained through terribly uncomfortable heels — though it can help. Enlightenment does not happen over coffee or runny eggs.
Fate is not something you find staring at the ceiling.
Creativity is not found in a bottle ... of perfume.
That right place for me is here — in Lowell.

This became apparent one night as I tussled with the sheets and my thoughts. I was thinking what was next for me? Should I throw in the keyboard and move onto another venture, in another city that is less comfortable. Or stick with what is familiar?

As I lay in silence, I could hear a low moan in the distance. It was the roar from the University Avenue bridge crying out to me. The sound tortured me all night.

In the end this city may break my heart, but first loves are well worth it.

Lowellita has found her safety net here. Will it be a mistake? E-mail lowellita@lowellsun.com.

Internet entertainment and gossip websites are reporting that Lowell's own Irish Micky Ward bio-pic "The Fighter" has a new leading man to play the role of his half brother Dicky Ecklund.

Matt Damon was rumored to play the troubled brother of the hometown hero Ward. It is now being reported that Brad Pitt is in talks to portray the trainer who knocked out Sugar Ray Leonard down.

The Paramount Pictures drama is being directed by Darren Aronofsky. Scott Silver ("8 Mile") is working on the current draft of the screenplay. David Hoberman and Todd Lieberman are producing through their Mandeville business.

It is being reported that Damon can not participate due to scheduling conflicts.

All of the film's key players, except for Pitt, have ties to Boston. Film production is set for fall 2008.

It all started with a Chihuahua. Then it was a bichon frise. After that we moved away from live accessories and onto the Red Bull/Sidekick double fisted duo. Then full circle again to puggles. There was even a kinkachu monkey thrown into the mix.

Now in the evolution of all things that go hand and hand, teacup dogs have become blasé and babies have become the new black.

I can hear a collective gasp of air being sucked into the lungs of conservative women across the Merrimack Valley (if there are any). Not all at once ladies, remember to breathe. It is not that I want to lose any readers, but if the Fox News Network is your favorite channel and Laura Bush is your fashion icon this column may not be your cup of Earl Grey.

Before I get a message that my in-box is over its e-mail quota from young moms, old moms and moms raising their kid’s kids, all wishing me a horrible death or peppered with phrases like “I hope you never have children,” stop and save your manicure. You do not want to ruin your French tips while ferociously taking your anger out on the keyboard.

Oh yeah, that’s right, you do not have your nails done since you have to spend your disposable income on diapers (isn’t that a kicker) or on Wiggles tickets rather than pampering yourself at a spa.

Go right ahead then — let it rip.

I am not after mothers, not even trendy mothers. Sure you can wear a Rachel Ray mini-trapeze dress while pushing baby Lexus in the Graco SnugRide. And if you wear platform lace-up ankle boots while doing so, I envy you.

I understand mother’s feelings. It is the most under appreciated job on the planet, besides the poor soul who clips your toenails at the pedicure station in the salon. Mom’s only get one day a year, when they get some half-hearted sorry excuse for a Hallmark card made out of torn out notebook paper. “#1 Mom” is scratched across the paper with a cheap Bic pen that is running low on ink. Hey, that’s more than the toe clipper they get discarded nails in their bras.

My poor mother, she gave birth to me (that’s not why she is so poor) and a bratty brother. We never thought she was as cool as my aunt who had no kids. There were no rules at auntie’s house — it was like the Wild West to us, even though it was just Tewksbury. We ordered multiple pizzas with everything and anything on it, not just cheese so the whole family could have a slice — we each got our own large. We also flipped off the guy who cut us off in the supermarket parking lot — and it was encouraged. Swearing, R-rated movies and staying up past midnight? Not an issue.

Sorry auntie. I think we are old enough now where mom won’t give you the punishment of preparing Thanksgiving dinner for the entire family. No wonder mom buys a magnum bottle of Riesling and hides it behind the desserts in the basement refrigerator just for herself. Now two family secrets are out. Time to find a new hiding place mom. (By the way, I know where you keep the spiced hard cider too).

But if babies are the new black, it’s great for me. I don’t wear black.

Please send all hate mail to my editor and compliments to lowellita@lowellsun.com.

Despite reports that Lindsay Lohan was finally coming out of here stint in rehab it was announced today that it is untrue.

LiLo's addiction must be intense. She has been hold up in a Utah facility for almost three months now.

Rumor is that she is going to stay as far away from the L.A. scene for as long as possible since the temptation is too strong.