A radio DJ in Nebraska is now claiming he received confirmation from Lindsay’s man Riley Giles that the two are indeed engaged. The DJ made contact with Riley after visiting his ex-fiancee’s MySpace page. Ok! Magazine has the details:

    “I read an article about [Riley’s] ex-fiance; I was trying to book her on my radio show," JJ explains to OK!. "I saw on her MySpace that she was bickering with Riley, so I went back to the article and realized it was Lindsay’s man! This is when I e-mailed him, and tried to get him on the show.”

    JJ then claims that Lindsay and Riley, who met in rehab at Cirque Lodge in Sundance, Utah, got engaged, at the Utah resort the actress stayed at after she first exited rehab. JJ tells OK! that it was Riley himself who revealed he was engaged.

Just to bring you up to speed, Riley Giles was engaged to another girl when he started dating Lindsay Lohan. Riley stopped calling his ex and let her find out things were over by reading the tabloids. On the flipside, Lindsay was doing coke in rehab and having sex in bathroom stalls. These two are practically like Adam and Eve – but assholes.

Britney Spears stood up her parenting coach again who is finally fed up with the singer’s behavior. This latest development adds to Britney’s legal problems in her ongoing custody battle. Yesterday Britney lost visitation rights with her kids because she couldn’t supply a contact number to the people handling her drug tests. TMZ reports:

   Sources say Britney had a scheduled time to meet the coach yesterday at her Malibu home. The coach made the trek, but no Britney.

   We're told during the hearing earlier this week, the coach phoned in and asked the Commissioner if she could end the home visits, presumably because they were going nowhere.

o far, in order to keep her kids, Britney Spears has been unable to supply her phone number and be at her own house at a designated time. I could train a freaking chimp to do both those things – while juggling a chainsaw! Actually, that’s not really fair, because I could train a chimp to do a lot of things Britney does. For example: drive a car somewhat safely, eat a Chalupa, flash its genitals and, given an extra week or so, make a Top 40 pop album.