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Tuesday, September 20, 2011

I can relate.

Because I love the lead actors so much and am a new-ish parent, I DVR'd the pilot of the new NBC sitcom Up All Night starring Christina Applegate (Reagan) and Will Arnett (Chris).  I just watched it last night and am still giggling.  The writing is hilarious and on point.  It reminded me a lot of 30 Rock, which made sense once I saw that it was produced by Lorne Michaels.  I feel like after a few failed attempts Will Arnett has finally found a vehicle that will work for him as a lead and Christina Applegate is his perfect foil.  I have always found Ms. Applegate to be a gifted comedienne (hello, Anchorman) and I think this is the right show for her -- witty and relatable, with a talented cast to boot.  Maya Rudolph, who plays Christina's Oprah-ish boss, is amazing (what else would she be?).  I don't want to give too much away, but I can't resist recapping some of the pilot.  The next episode airs Wednesday on NBC at 8pm -- Watch it!

There were three scenes that I felt that I could have written myself...

1)  Reagan and Chris are watching their new daughter sleep and they just keep saying how f-ing beautiful and f-ing amazing she is.   Then Reagan says that they have to lay off the cursing...which they of course revert back to within minutes.  I am not proud of it, but I sometimes have a prediliction for making my point using profanity.  I have tried, somewhat successfully, to lay off the swear words around Cam -- both for my own improvement, but mostly because I don't want to have a toddler who says "sh$t" when he drops his sippy cup at daycare.

2) Reagan and Chris have one of those nights with their daughter where they take shifts getting up with the baby.  In the morning neither one will be topped as to how much sleep they lost -- each thinking that he/she was the one up the most.  Classic.  Been there (and no, really I have lost more sleep than my husband -- much more).

3)  Reagan and Chris go out for their anniversary, which is their first night out after the baby, and proceed to go overboard, partying all night and ending up with killer hangovers in the morning.
Like Reagan, my first real night out on the town after Cameron was born did not end well.  My husband was far better with "moderation" and didn't have the same experience of laying on the bathroom floor as I did.  Hangovers feel worse (much worse) when you are a parent.  Babies don't wait and you cannot just lie in bed or on the couch all day...The upside?  When that hangover lifts and you have survived and parented that morning, you feel like a complete champ.  I don't recommend parenting with a hangover, but it does give you the well-rounded parenting experience.

I can't wait until the next episode.  Enjoy your Tuesday.  Oh, and I failed my glucose test (damn donnettes) and have to do the 3 hr marathon test later this week.  I am mad and hoping (praying) that I do not fail the next one...I need a little dose of sweetness in my life!

Thursday, September 15, 2011

E! Just Made My September

Just when I had given up on getting my Bethenny Frankel fix this season, E! brings it home.  On September 21st at 10pm E! will premiere THS: Bethenny Frankel.  Yes, Bethenny is getting her own True Hollywood Story and why not?  Snooki has one and Bethenny is FAR MORE DESERVING than the Snooks.  The show will delve into Bethenny's childhood, her struggles and her rise to entrepreneurial fame and reality television.  I have been missing her presence in my TV lineup and am psyched to see the newest Bethenny programming.  Here she is with Cam's future wife, Bryn.

In other news, here are a few things that made me laugh today: 
1)  seeing the "All the Pregnant Ladies" spoof of "All the Single Ladies http://www.radaronline.com/exclusives/2011/09/beyonce-all-pregnant-ladies-music-video-spoof-alaine-kashian."

2) the headline: Michaele Salahi Was Not Kidnapped as Husband Claimed -- these people are the ones that crashed the White House State Dinner and were on Real Housewives of D.C.  -- needless to say they are ridiculous and fame hungry.  I love a good fake kidnapping.

3) the fact that under the spell of a pregnancy impulse/craving I bought an entire bag of Hostess Donettes (you know, the little chocolate covered donuts that also come in the powdered version) and have been eating them with full disregard that my glucose test is tomorrow...No, really, this is true and I need to put the bag down. Now.

4)  Farrah on Teen Mom is getting braces;

5) This little mug. 

Have a fantastic Thursday!

Sunday, September 11, 2011

A Decade Too Close

Ten years ago today I was a senior in college and most likely at a prayer/memorial gathering for the 9/11 victims at this time that day.  We didn't know the extent of the fall-out, but we knew the basics -- even at our little college in rural Indiana.  It was a very strange day, one that I will never forget.  Such a surreal event to occur in the first semester of my last year of college, when everything was looking so rosy and I had just finished a semester and summer living in New York City.  I felt connected, disconnected and overwhelmed at the same time.  Over the years since 2001, I have tried to take a moment each 9/11 to remember that day -- to reflect on the lives lost and the hearts broken.  Yet today, I shied away from all the ceremonies and commemorations.  Knowing that 10 years has passed is too much.  Perhaps it is my own realization of how much I have aged (and hopefully matured) since that day, but I think it is also the fact that I now have a family of my own and cannot face what palpable pain the families of all of the victims still feel.  I cannot go there right now and I know that I would if I watched the coverage and the specials.  Not only am I too emotional from pregnancy, but I can also empathize too well with those wives, husbands, children, mothers, daughters and sisters who lost it all that day -- and it is too scary.  It may make me a wimp for keeping the tributes, video montages and heart breaking song mash-ups at an arm's length, but it is self-preservation for me at the moment.

Like everyone else I will never forget.  I will never stop being thankful for the women and men who protect and serve America.  I will never take our freedom, our security and our safety for granted.  9/11 changed the shape of America and I will never forget.  I hope that everyone had a chance to reflect today and be thankful for the blessings surrounding them and remember those that were lost that day.  I hope you did it in your own way.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

When it rains...

Last Friday it was about 99 degrees and now it is in the 60s and raining.  And, when it rains...well, you get the picture.  This week has already brought a trip to the ER (nothing is really wrong, thankfully), a terrible awful day at work and a teething toddler.  To top it off, my little family is in the midst of a move, which is both a blessing and a curse.  If any of you out there have moved with a little one, you know what I am talking about.  I am excited that our house sold and we are moving on to something with more space (actually we haven't bought anything, just renting until more inventory comes on the market), but packing, organizing and just plain getting things done with a 16 month old running/stumbling around is NOT IDEAL.  Thank goodness for my mother, who has helped out a ton and for the fact that Cam is still on two naps a day, but seriously people, I NEVER WANT TO DO THIS AGAIN -- at least with child(ren) in tow.  I started back in August sorting through stuff and packing up what we wouldn't be using and I have been at it most every weekend and some weekdays since.  Yet, there is still too much crap, I mean stuff, and I am getting bigger and more pregnant by the day.  I have this fantasy of being one of those European families who have just what they need and travel with just backpacks and children wearing cute hats, preferably berets.  Oh I don't know.  I just want to purge all of the crap, I mean treasures, in my house and start over.  I can tell you this, I would have NO problem being on one of those shows where you clean out the house and sell everything at a garage sale.  My sentimentality went out the window on Labor Day and I find myself chucking things I never would have dreamed giving up a month ago...less to carry, less to store, less is MORE.

A few things that help me keep my sanity: 1)  Teen Mom and the trainwreck that occurs in every episode (uh, hello Amber); 2) looking forward to the fall show lineup -- Parenthood, Up All Night, 30 Rock; 3) Little Debbie Swiss Cake Rolls; 4) Cameron saying "cheese" when we take his picture, and 5) my supportive husband.   

I watched the season premiere of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and it was a snooze fest.  First, they did have a little scene at the beginning where all of housewives, except for Taylor, discuss Russell Armstrong's suicide.  It was ridiculous.  I appreciate that they wanted to do something before diving into the show that was taped months before he died, but it was so fake and I really couldn't get into the rest of the episode.  This cast was never my favorite or anything, but now there is a taint on the show that I'm not sure they will be able to overcome.  We'll see.  I'll probably get bored with it and quit watching, but I thought I'd give it a whirl. 

Later skaters.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

What's up with Beyonce?

In a hilarious moment back in 2006 my mother asked "But, guys, what's up with Beyonce?"  At the time my mother speculated that Jay-Z and Beyonce were indeed already married (secretly) and she really wasn't far from the truth.  They "allegedly" tied the knot a short time later in a very private and never confirmed ceremony.  And, today Mom, what's up with Beyonce is that she is straight up prego!  Confirmed in a very public way on last weekend's MTV VMA awards (I know, I'm a little late to the party).  My theory on the public announcement is that Beyonce felt that she had to tell people before Kayne West got up in the middle of someone else's speech and announced it for her...

Well, congratulations to you Beyonce and your hubs Jay-Z!  I'm sure you guys will be great parents of the next rap/r&b/pop mogul.  Oh, and I am fully expecting a maternity clothing line to be launched by Beyonce and her mother...get ready world.