Dragged my tired butt out of the house long enough to go to Trader Joe's for a few staples (and a quick Slurpee on the way...), and it was as fun as it ever is (one should refrain from going to TJ's on a weekend if one can avoid it - craziness). However, whilst navigating the deli aisle, I had the pleasure of seeing Ellen Greene. I'm telling you, I almost wept. I'm actually happy she and her husband left soon after, because me, in all of my pregnant hormonal glory, may just have become a blathering idiot. I did get to hear her speak several times, and wow, is that voice distinctive. I have to admit, I'm more than a little disappointed she didn't break into "Somewhere That's Green" right then and there. Dammit. Love her.
Namaste...
ps - Oh yes, tomorrow is Golden Globes day here in Hollywierd, and boy, are those chickies going to be cold. It's supposed to dip below freezing tonight - I'm thinking the red carpet should be interesting. We, however, are not hanging around for the fun - we're off to Long Beach to see some fishies with the little man. A friend is working the event (and has been all weekend) - I'll be sure to report any decent dish.
pps -- The above friend (and my girlfriend) were with Britney Spears when the whole "passing out" thing supposedly happened at Pure in Las Vegas on New Year's Eve. Let me tell you folks, the tabloid press is an amazing creature. Not only did she NOT pass out (or fall asleep or do anything of the sort other than leave), the writers from the two "magazines" that reported this.... were in the bathroom when she left. Nice. Believe it or not, Ms. Brit-Brit was actually within her wits, wore underwear, and was very well-behaved. I know, you're devastated.
Namaste one more time... ;)
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
It's all coming back to me now...
And not some Meatloaf-covered-by-Celine-Dion song, either. Just remembered I saw Laura Leighton (of "Melrose Place" fame) at my trusty WeHo Target... and can I tell you, that chick is TINY. I know she's had a couple of kids, but you'd never know it. She looks gooooood. I could probably put her in my pocket, should I choose to. Which I do not, thank you, I do not.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
For Reals?
We were in San Diego this summer and visited the little seaside village, where we came across a quaint little toy shop. Or so it would seem. In what universe are these "toys" acceptable? I'm not so liberal obnoxious that I can't see little boys with toy hunting rifles (I am from Michigan, after all)... but a toy Tec 9?
Why is it ok to give your son a toy M-16 with his name painted right on it?
And really? A toy Peacemaker? Mini-Matic? Terminator, for chrissakes? This is where the level heads and peace and love need to come in, people. It ain't right. It ain't even ok, no matter what Whitney says.
Snakes on a Red Carpet
My awesome friend Lin on the red carpet for the premiere of her film "Snakes on A Plane." Which was pretty cool, actually. Seriously. I thought it was freakin funny. Monday, January 08, 2007
Old Friends
On our Thanksgiving trip to San Fran, I finally got to catch up with my old friend Leslie and her husband Louis. Dang, we go way back... Really have to see this girl more often - she's just as awesome now as she was in high school when we used to cruise around in her 19' station wagon... 
One more thing...
Ok, I know I promised pics, but there's just one more thing... I started this blog in a different place and time, a different mind. I've talked a lot about love and the world and the wonder of it all, and I need to revisit that for a minute. I took a chance on my life and I think I won big... I look at where I am now versus a few years ago and it amazes me. I don't have any more money, I don't have any more fame or success (ok, if you've seen my crappy movie on cable you may disagree, but really...), but damn... I have a husband who takes care of me in every way possible. I have a beautiful child that amazes me every minute of every day, and we have been blessed with another, coming in just a few months. I look around me and want to cry all the time - and no, it's not the hormones. Ok, maybe it's the hormones. But damn, how often can you say you have everything you've ever wanted? No, we don't have a house or two cars or a big savings account. No, we don't know where we'll be in 5 years or how our lives will pan out. But we have love. Do I sound like a Hallmark card? Fuck off. I don't care. I never thought I'd have a partner who would be there for me in a marriage and as a parent, and believe me, that's huge. I don't know how I'd raise a child without David. There are millions and millions of people who raise children alone every day, and they have my utmost respect. I can't fathom it. I've always wanted to have children, but never imagined the love and pain and humility they would bring. I am responsible for this tiny being. What he eats, what he wears, what he's exposed and not exposed to. He is his own little person, but he depends on us to keep him safe.
Life is a journey, and it's gotten so interesting. It's so easy to get sidetracked with bills and cleaning and diapers and teething... but I have to tell you, I'm still amazed. I'm amazed by my beautiful husband who comes home from a hard night at work and still stays up with the cranky/vomity baby (and gets up throughout the night if necessary) so I can sleep. I'm amazed by my son, who after vomiting all over his bedroom at 2am, runs around giggling and "talking" a mile a minute. I'm amazed that the tiny bundle of cells that made me violently ill for weeks on end has somehow become a tiny person that kicks and turns and already has a personality, even though we won't see him until (hopefully) April (he also gives me horrible heartburn, but that's another story). I'm amazed to watch my little brother and his daughters... and my older brother and his almost-grown children. We've all come down our own roads... I know my mother is proud of all of us. I just wish I could tell her about all the amazing things I'm witness to every day. But I'm sure she knows. She's the one who made sure I knew to look out for them.
Love comes at you from out of the blue. Believe in it, trust it, know it's going to change your world and turn it upside down. It will take you in directions you never expected and never dreamed. It will bend you and twist you and make you learn more than you ever thought you would about yourself, if you're paying attention. It will break your heart every day and put it back together every night. It will lay you out naked on a slab, and you will be thankful. You will remember your past and acknowledge it as necessary to have brought you to this day.
Live it up and run naked in the rain, folks -- love is a warm blanket around your soul.
Am I hormonal? Possibly. But I'm in love, so who cares. ;)
Namaste...
Life is a journey, and it's gotten so interesting. It's so easy to get sidetracked with bills and cleaning and diapers and teething... but I have to tell you, I'm still amazed. I'm amazed by my beautiful husband who comes home from a hard night at work and still stays up with the cranky/vomity baby (and gets up throughout the night if necessary) so I can sleep. I'm amazed by my son, who after vomiting all over his bedroom at 2am, runs around giggling and "talking" a mile a minute. I'm amazed that the tiny bundle of cells that made me violently ill for weeks on end has somehow become a tiny person that kicks and turns and already has a personality, even though we won't see him until (hopefully) April (he also gives me horrible heartburn, but that's another story). I'm amazed to watch my little brother and his daughters... and my older brother and his almost-grown children. We've all come down our own roads... I know my mother is proud of all of us. I just wish I could tell her about all the amazing things I'm witness to every day. But I'm sure she knows. She's the one who made sure I knew to look out for them.
Love comes at you from out of the blue. Believe in it, trust it, know it's going to change your world and turn it upside down. It will take you in directions you never expected and never dreamed. It will bend you and twist you and make you learn more than you ever thought you would about yourself, if you're paying attention. It will break your heart every day and put it back together every night. It will lay you out naked on a slab, and you will be thankful. You will remember your past and acknowledge it as necessary to have brought you to this day.
Live it up and run naked in the rain, folks -- love is a warm blanket around your soul.
Am I hormonal? Possibly. But I'm in love, so who cares. ;)
Namaste...
Imagine
Imagine all the people
living lives in peace
In case you've been living under a rock, you know we've decided to name this child Lennon... Not many have asked, but just in case you were kind of wondering (and even if you weren't, because this is my world, thanks), there are many reasons. First, we love the name - it's beautiful. Second, we believe it radiates love and hope and peace... things sorely lacking in society today. We are trying to live our lives in a peaceful manner, and I suppose we're making a bit of a statement. Is that a lot to put on a small child? Possibly, but I'm sure he'll be able to deal with it. We want our children to have a wide open world view, and know where we're coming from. Does that make sense? Do I care if it doesn't?
I like to refer to us as "millenium hippies." We're not crunchy, obnoxious, in-your-face anti-societal folk, and we're not crazy Californians. We do, however, think that people should think before they act. We belive food should be natural, and you should know where it comes from. Do I still enjoy a Coke and Doritos from time to time? Of course I do (especially since I'm pregnant... I eat whatever I damn well want lol). Do I avoid giving my 15-month-old foods laden with high-fructose corn syrup of questionable genetic origin (never mind the fact that Americans are now eating more corn per day than is even remotely healthy), additives and chemicals to make it sweeter or a brighter color? You're damn right I do. My child eats organic yogurt and cereals. He eats wheat bread whenever possible. He eats only natural fruits (although not always organic) and vegetables. Any juice he gets is 100% pure, not fortified with additional sweeteners or fillers. The milk he drinks (from CostCo) comes from cows who have not been treated with growth hormones. If I had my way I would only give him organically grown meats, but that's not fiscally possible right now. We are not rabid about what he eats, but specific within reason. There will be a day that my child gets his hands on a Twinkie or a Red Vine or soda or some other nasty wonderful food... but that day is not today, and I will not be the person to give it to him. It is my job to protect my child from the dangers of this world, and he will know that the food he puts in his mouth should serve his body, not destroy it. He will know there is definitely a time and a place for a Snickers, don't get me wrong. I just want him to know when that is.
So anyway, we're naming our kid after a Beatle. The nursery is already decorated with John Lennon bedding. We're stoked. ;)
I've rambled on long enough... time for the crazy pics of Hollywierd.
namaste...
living lives in peace
In case you've been living under a rock, you know we've decided to name this child Lennon... Not many have asked, but just in case you were kind of wondering (and even if you weren't, because this is my world, thanks), there are many reasons. First, we love the name - it's beautiful. Second, we believe it radiates love and hope and peace... things sorely lacking in society today. We are trying to live our lives in a peaceful manner, and I suppose we're making a bit of a statement. Is that a lot to put on a small child? Possibly, but I'm sure he'll be able to deal with it. We want our children to have a wide open world view, and know where we're coming from. Does that make sense? Do I care if it doesn't?
I like to refer to us as "millenium hippies." We're not crunchy, obnoxious, in-your-face anti-societal folk, and we're not crazy Californians. We do, however, think that people should think before they act. We belive food should be natural, and you should know where it comes from. Do I still enjoy a Coke and Doritos from time to time? Of course I do (especially since I'm pregnant... I eat whatever I damn well want lol). Do I avoid giving my 15-month-old foods laden with high-fructose corn syrup of questionable genetic origin (never mind the fact that Americans are now eating more corn per day than is even remotely healthy), additives and chemicals to make it sweeter or a brighter color? You're damn right I do. My child eats organic yogurt and cereals. He eats wheat bread whenever possible. He eats only natural fruits (although not always organic) and vegetables. Any juice he gets is 100% pure, not fortified with additional sweeteners or fillers. The milk he drinks (from CostCo) comes from cows who have not been treated with growth hormones. If I had my way I would only give him organically grown meats, but that's not fiscally possible right now. We are not rabid about what he eats, but specific within reason. There will be a day that my child gets his hands on a Twinkie or a Red Vine or soda or some other nasty wonderful food... but that day is not today, and I will not be the person to give it to him. It is my job to protect my child from the dangers of this world, and he will know that the food he puts in his mouth should serve his body, not destroy it. He will know there is definitely a time and a place for a Snickers, don't get me wrong. I just want him to know when that is.
So anyway, we're naming our kid after a Beatle. The nursery is already decorated with John Lennon bedding. We're stoked. ;)
I've rambled on long enough... time for the crazy pics of Hollywierd.
namaste...
I know, I know...
Let's get it right out in the open -- I suck. I've hardly posted over the last year, and for that I apologize. I'll try to be better, I promise... and not in an Ike Turner "baby, I mean it" way, but for reals. Guess you'll only know by tuning in, huh?
So where to start? Ok, for the last year or so we've been living in Los Feliz, which while very pretty, is pretty boring. Yes, celebs live there, but no, I didn't really see them. Ok, save for that one Adrien Grenier sighting at my Albertson's. But did I see Kiefer Sutherland bar-hopping on Hillhurst? Nope. Not once. Did I see David Lynch at the really cool open-air wine bar 2 blocks from my apt? Nope. And don't think I didn't peek in every time I walked by, either. So anyway, we've moved back to Hollywierd, and it's on babies, it's on. David likes to take Jack to our local Ralph's on Sunset for people-watching. Seriously, it's the hipster grocery store. I'm perenially underdressed when I go there. I also don't think I'm quite cool enough to frequent my local Starbucks. Or skinny enough. Thank god I'm pregnant and I have an excuse to not wear skinny jeans. Dang.
I'm seeing celebs all the time now, and every time, I'm thinking of my poor bloggies not getting the scoop. So let's see if I can recall a few... My OB's office is always good for a few character actresses... so far I've seen one chick from a couple of CSI's (remember the one where the chick was basically a vampire, freeze-drying body parts and making them into shakes? she's pretty awesome), and a chick I really dig who's done pretty much every Law & Order (she's a redhead... always plays bitches... I'm sure that narrows it down). I also saw the other hot chick from "Mulholland Drive" the last time I was there. I'm certain I could come up with names for you, but seeing how I saw these nice ladies in my OB office, I should probably afford them a modicum of privacy. Probably blew that part already. Sorry.
Our Christmas trip to Indiana was awesome, but got off to a slow start. Due to a storm in New Mexico, we had a 5-hour layover in Las Vegas... which got us into Indy at the crack of 5:30am. Ugh. We did share the plane ride with Megan Cavanagh (Marla Hooch in "A League of Their Own" and a righteously funny character actress), and she was very entertained by Mr. Jack. She was really nice so early in the am, and unfortunately still had an hour drive ahead of her to Bloomington. Thank goodness we booked a hotel room across the street from the airport. Yay us.
Man, I know I'm forgetting a bunch... that's what I get for not logging on enough. Grrr... Oh well, I'll update more as I remember. Or see folks, as I am wont to do on a more regular basis nowadays.
Since I made it home from Indiana still pregnant (unlike last time, as I'm sure you all will recall), it looks like I'll actually deliver this child at Cedars Sinai. Unlike last time, though, I don't know of any celebs due the same time as me... we'll see what happens. ;)
I have several pics to upload, so I'll do that separately...
Until then, namaste folks, namaste...
So where to start? Ok, for the last year or so we've been living in Los Feliz, which while very pretty, is pretty boring. Yes, celebs live there, but no, I didn't really see them. Ok, save for that one Adrien Grenier sighting at my Albertson's. But did I see Kiefer Sutherland bar-hopping on Hillhurst? Nope. Not once. Did I see David Lynch at the really cool open-air wine bar 2 blocks from my apt? Nope. And don't think I didn't peek in every time I walked by, either. So anyway, we've moved back to Hollywierd, and it's on babies, it's on. David likes to take Jack to our local Ralph's on Sunset for people-watching. Seriously, it's the hipster grocery store. I'm perenially underdressed when I go there. I also don't think I'm quite cool enough to frequent my local Starbucks. Or skinny enough. Thank god I'm pregnant and I have an excuse to not wear skinny jeans. Dang.
I'm seeing celebs all the time now, and every time, I'm thinking of my poor bloggies not getting the scoop. So let's see if I can recall a few... My OB's office is always good for a few character actresses... so far I've seen one chick from a couple of CSI's (remember the one where the chick was basically a vampire, freeze-drying body parts and making them into shakes? she's pretty awesome), and a chick I really dig who's done pretty much every Law & Order (she's a redhead... always plays bitches... I'm sure that narrows it down). I also saw the other hot chick from "Mulholland Drive" the last time I was there. I'm certain I could come up with names for you, but seeing how I saw these nice ladies in my OB office, I should probably afford them a modicum of privacy. Probably blew that part already. Sorry.
Our Christmas trip to Indiana was awesome, but got off to a slow start. Due to a storm in New Mexico, we had a 5-hour layover in Las Vegas... which got us into Indy at the crack of 5:30am. Ugh. We did share the plane ride with Megan Cavanagh (Marla Hooch in "A League of Their Own" and a righteously funny character actress), and she was very entertained by Mr. Jack. She was really nice so early in the am, and unfortunately still had an hour drive ahead of her to Bloomington. Thank goodness we booked a hotel room across the street from the airport. Yay us.
Man, I know I'm forgetting a bunch... that's what I get for not logging on enough. Grrr... Oh well, I'll update more as I remember. Or see folks, as I am wont to do on a more regular basis nowadays.
Since I made it home from Indiana still pregnant (unlike last time, as I'm sure you all will recall), it looks like I'll actually deliver this child at Cedars Sinai. Unlike last time, though, I don't know of any celebs due the same time as me... we'll see what happens. ;)
I have several pics to upload, so I'll do that separately...
Until then, namaste folks, namaste...
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