The Emmys- Riding the Crimson Wave.

So. The Emmys. They were last night just in case you missed them because you were hibernating in a cave, forced to watch football or praying Michelle Bachman away.

This year Emmy fashion had two speeds. Neutral and Red. There were some gorgeous, gorgeous looks, some embarrassing shows But mostly everyone was really, really, really safe.

Really safe. Like, boring.

But the bads? Were really bad. Two of the worst are people I love to hate. Well, one…Gwynnie.  Oh Gwyneth Paltrow how I want to smack you in your sanctimonious pursed lipped face. I always thought you were kinda a brat, but what with your sanctimonious mothering articles and complaining about your “Big Jewish nose” (her words, not mine!) your place as Queen of Pretension is well sealed. What on Earth made her think this was a good idea? pray puke.


Lea Michelle in Marchesa…heaven. Puffy sleeves are hard to pull off, but Miss Michelle does it well. Rachel Barry may be my nemesis…but even I can admit when Miss Michelle is looking good. The dress has lots of intricate details on the sleeves and a killer drop back, so she keeps the hair and jewelry simple. Beautiful. Although for real? The posing? Is a bit poseur. Know what I mean, Jean? {I’d like to thank everyone on twitter for backing me up that Leah Michelle is farking annoying as all get out. And I mean it Leah Michelle. GET OUT.}

Christina Hendricks went color neutral in order to balance out that Ronald McDonald hair. She rocks it better than Ronnie. No doubt. She’s not one of my favorite actresses but her in  this dress by Johanna Johannson is. It’s new but looks crazy vintage…it’s perfect, elegant old Hollywood.  The champagne color of the fabric and beads are delicate but it must weigh a ton. Also I dig that she is W-O-M-A-N. Curves. Boobs. {Pale. Let’s hear it for the pasty ones! Represent!} Unfortunately it doesn’t photograph as well as it should because trust me, it was divine.

Juliana Marguilles in Armani Prive… WTF! It’s like someone tacked the top of some Ikea-esque mirror display on her top.And the bottom? I’m pretty sure it was latex. Lubed up latex.  I know, I know, couture is art but now is the time on Sprockets when we dance. The End.

Because really? She’s like some sort of great space condom. with Pearls for her ‘pleasure’. By pleasure I mean, nausea. Obviously.

Also in Armani Prive was Padma Lakshmi. Liquid gold. Lick. Wid. Gold. I believe they might be actually awarding miniature statues of her. Also I want every single piece of her jewelry collection.

My kingdom for that bod.

It hurts me. Heidi Klum’s Siriano hurts me. But I think it’s just because I’m having a sense memory flashback from when I sliced my foot open on a coral reef.

She’s still ridiculously gorgeous.

I do believe John Krasinski belongs on the top of a wedding cake. My wedding cake. Yum.

It’s cool though. Cause Emily Blunt is awesome, so I guess it’s cool he got hitched up with her.


I love Amy Poehler. And Will Arnette. They are both adorable and funny, what’s not to love? Oh, I know. Her dress. Designed by Body Glove? Does it double as a scuba suit? I think it does. Whatever, she is still awesome.

Zooey Deschanel is ridiculous adorable and not just anyone can pull off a pink ball gown (*cough* Gwynnie *cough*) and a partial bouffant, but Zooey is just the schizz. I still don’t think it’s a great look, but she is so damn cute and unique that if anyone is going to wear a barbie pink dress it oughta be her. Poor Hipsters and Indie rockers, we mainstreamers are usurping her ASAP. (And as soon as I find a picture of her, I’ll add it!)

Dianna Agron, so beautiful. Why is she wearing this bedspread from That 80’s show?

Sofia Vergarra. Life is not fair.

And she’s funny. Life is just not fair.

Hey! Young Hollywood? This is how you do it.

Fresh, elegant, a little sexy. Just lovely all around.

Garcon! Can I have a club soda with lime? Thanks.

It pains my heart to even write that. I did my very first commercial with Joel McHale and he was so nice. . Success could not happen to a better guy. I’m thrilled for him. But not for that jacket. Emmys? Joel could host. Just saying.

Highlight: Jane Lynch. LOVE HER. Her gay agenda was hilarious. I’m from LA and there we just call the Gay Agenda…Agenda. It usually involves shoe shopping and delicious Margaritas on Santa Monica Blvd. I am way okay with the Agenda. Also, Melissa McCarthy winning. Low: that damn sound that repeated through the whole farking show making me INSANE. tell me you heard it? TELL ME?

So, my best dressed are… I can’t decide! I’m torn and for me this year there is no clear cut winner. What do you think? Sofia Vergarra? Laura Linney in her black mini and sexy shoes? There is no head and shoulders above everyone else winner.

Worst Dressed: Easy. Gwynnie, and Julianna Marguilles.


Who are your best and worst dressed? Do you love to hate certain actors as I do, knowing that all we have is the information that is put out there for us? Gwynnie might just be a really awesome  non-pretensious gal. But I doubt it.

What say you?


*photo credits Getty Images*

Well, now where will I go to scream at bad parents on TV?

So the Kate plus 8 finale was Monday night and in an interview Kate Herself says she feels oh-so-bad for all the millions of devastated fans.

I like to picture her as Madonna in Evita as Eva Peron singing Don’t Cry For Me TLC Fans (the truth is you’ll never lose me..I’m already shopping another reality show idea!)


I myself AM devastated. Devastated in a oh-were-you-still-on-tv? kind of way. Wherever will I go? Whatever shall I do? I mean, there just isn’t another spray tanned mom with hair extensions and acrylics pimping out her kids on tv to watch!

Oh wait, there is still Toddlers and Tiaras and Dance Moms. Whew. Deep sigh of relief. Personally I think T&T and Dance Moms are worse that John and Kate, or Kate plus 8 or Kate and Kate and Kate times 8. (and yet I watch) I do wonder-I mean, these kids have been filmed since they were tiny. Everything has been recorded. Everything. If I close my eyes I can still see a certain potty training episode…shudder. Let just say that somethings that should have been blurred out weren’t and leave it at that, shall we?

Will Facebook and Twitter (or whatever new fangled social media is all the rage when they come of age) be enough to fulfill the need for a public life for these children or will they be forever seeking out attention and applause in other ways. And if we are making bets on which one ends up stripping, well, my money is on Maddie.

Honestly I hope the kids turn out well, go to college, and live out nice normal lives and grow up to write blogs about their own children like nice normal people.



BTW- tomorrow is my birthday random buy me things day!  Also, have I pimped out and exploited my smallest lately? I’d hate to leave my fans- my millions of fans devastated...


{so I says to her mommy, I’m three months old now. I can negotiate my own reality show deal}

You say good bye and I say hello.

I am terrible at good byes. Just awful. The day we left Los Angeles I practically clung to Sister Dub screaming and wailing.  Getting in that car was the hardest thing I have ever done. I’m still sad about it, and try not to think about that. But this post isn’t about my weeping and wailing at leaving my home.

It’s about the night my beautiful Hooligan Huck was born.

Now, Huck isn’t an actual hooligan. So far he is just as sweet as a hot fudge sundae at the Cheesecake Factory, which by the way is the best hot fudge sundae around. Justsoyouknow. But I like to make the Boss laugh, and when Huck shakes his little fists like the Notre Dame mascot I like to do my very favorite County Clare Irish Lilt whilst telling him silly tales about Hooligan Huck. Oh, that great toddler laugh!

The idea of saying goodbye our time alone, Just The Boss and me, was too much for me to bear. I spoiled him, I cuddled him, I knew that our days just the two of us were dwindling to a close. But how to mourn the loss of that time while thrilling to the addition of a new tiny one was simply mindboggling to me.

The second time I ended up in the hospital I spent a half an hour snuggling him, trying to tell him over and over how much I loved him that I was proud of him and that he was reason we wanted another baby. Reassuring him that no matter how big he got he would always be my baby.  I left him and we raced to the hospital thinking Huck was on his way and praying he would be safe and healthy. But I left part of my heart behind, snuggled in his big boy bed with squishy guitar and big squishy guitar. It was bittersweet. And then Huck stayed put. The Tuesday before Huck was born we had a regular appointment with Dr. H. My contractions were two minutes apart and she quickly sent us off to the hospital. Again. Thankfully TOTT was with me that day, so he and The Boss headed over to the L&D floor where the ‘babies come from’, this was great as The Boss now had a visual of where Mommy was going and where Huck would be arriving.

He loved it. Soon enough TOTT took The Boss home for a nap and I stayed in L&D room 4 watching bad cable tv and contracting away. 37 weeks exactly. It’s a lot less scary at 37 weeks than it is at 30 weeks, I’ll tell you that much! But my heart was heavy. In The Boss’ little life I am the one who puts him down for every nap, every bedtime. I do most of the meals…even on bedrest I would climb from my bed into his to read Llama Llama. There was many a night when I was exhausted and bitter that I wished TOTT could do just some of it. But the truth is that I set it up that way. I made sure I was the one who did everything because I am selfish and I want The Boss all to myself. There I admitted it. I waited so long to have a baby, I wasn’t even sure I could have one and then here is Max (The Boss) and he is so amazing. I am jealous when he wants Ma to give him a bath or Bob Bob to take him out to swing or Daddy to play guitar with him. I love having a break but I want to be the only star in his sky. Selfish of me.

I never would have turned over care of him if I hadn’t been forced. And you know what? It turned out brilliantly. Daddy is fantastic at putting him to bed and they are closer than ever.

I never would have given up nursing him if I hadn’t been forced. And that turned out okay as well. He cuddles me more now that he isn’t boo-ing.

But the thought of saying good bye to his only child-dom loomed over me. How to close the most profound period in my life? How to say goodbye to the two of us versus the world? Even knowing that something beautiful was coming that would make our lives even more spectacular didn’t ease my sadness over the closing of this chapter. Yet at the same time I was thrilled to be pregnant, to have another precious boy, to give The Boss the gift of a sibling. Opposite yet equal emotions waged war in my heart at all times.

On Friday I was having contractions like mad. I even told TOTT these seemed different. I was so used to contracting at this point that only the big monster ones even caught my attention. These were painful and felt as if they were pushing down. That was new…but I didn’t worry. I had been told this was the way it was going to be until I really went into labor, my water breaking or dilating.  So business as usual! Although I did tell Ma the baby was coming today, just to tease her since she was going out of town!

That night The Boss and I snuggled in his bed giggling and going over our day before starting to read our books. Three a night, that’s the routine. Halfway though book one I felt (and heard- I swear to God!) two little pops like rubber bands breaking and then – oh heavens, what was that?

Well. Water. Broken. And boy did it break! So there I am reading, and thinking that I better get out of this bed or The Boss is going to be sleeping in a wet bed and it won’t be his doing.

Decision made, out of my hands yet again.


{I’m breaking this up because holy long post Batman!}

I need to get out more. Or at least change the channel.

Years ago, I used to write snarky fashion recaps for my friends, I  really loved cracking my friends up, but I haven’t done it sonce we moved.  This year I thought to myself… Self, perhaps you ought to do that on the blog, even if  you am woefully out of practice.

 I mean I can’t believe someone told January Jones that if she dressed up as the NBC Peacock (or taking over for  Miss Kitty the saloon owner on Gunsmoke) she’d stand a better chance at winning.

 And Christina Hendricks’ lavendar get up nearly caused Fender the Supah Kitteh to give himself a kitteh concussion as he kept leaping at the tv for those feathers.

Courture Cat toy. {Kitteh noggin+TV screen= tiny dizzy cat.}

But more than  the fashion, I was distracted by the fact that I haven’t seen more than half of these shows! Before I had  The Boss and we moved from LA I would have known them all…and someone who was working on each one. But now I am thinking what the heck is Treme? Did Lauren Graham forget to take off her Red Lobster Bib before hitting the red carpet?

And someone feed Lea Michelle for the love of God! (The Boss will let me watch Glee)

The times they have changed for me. I’m pondering how Wow Wow Wubsy not represented in the best comedy categrory? Why was Widget overlooked for her groundbreaking portrayal of a young lesbian in a small town?

 Moose and Zee would sweep the Variety category.  Where, oh where  was Joey Fatone’s Special Guest star nomination for his gripping performance as the baseball player who had to make the heart rending choice between the big game and his son’s birthday party on The Imagination Movers?

ROBBED, I say!
I also say I need to step away from the toddler tv!

Keri Russel’s BFF was not lying when she said “you’ll totally wear this bridesmaids dress again!”

What…just WHAT IS THIS???

It’s a shame I’m not snarking, because Rita Wilson really rocked that laugh-in beaded curtain “I know we use this to separate the living room from the dining room…but I think I’ll wear it to the Emmys!”

And it was really lovely of Anna Paquin to take time out from her busy bull fighting schedule to attend.

Fer reals a lot of change has happened in Hollywood if Kelly Osborne is one of the best dressed.

{photos from}

the truth, the whole truth.

Max at The Wiggles ]

I cannot tell a lie. I am 25. Okay, I can tell a lie and that one was it. So now you’ll know I am telling the truth from here on out. It’s a truth that was hard to come to grips with. It’s a truth that rocked the way I feel about myself. It’s a truth I need to face.

Here is the truth:

The Wiggles? Were awesome.

From the moment we arrived it was nothing but a blast. The place was obviously bursting with all the kiddie energy and it would be easy for all the teens managing the front of the theatre to be grumpy about ten bajillion toddlers running around dressed like four dudes from australia, a dinosaur, and a pirate, but they weren’t. They were loving it.  One guy, about 18 years old charged every kid who wanted to come in a high five and a ‘beauty mate’ to get in. The Boss got a big kick out of that.

But I think TOTT and I got a bigger kick out of it.

Listen people, I have done my fair share of kids shows and it is a rare thing when the true joy of performing for children shines through. It was clear from the first note that The Wiggles, love their job and more important than that, they genuinely love children. It was a near two hour show and those cats never stopped moving. What a ride!  They take the time to read every sign the kids have made and go into the audience to collect roses for Dorothy and bones for Wags.

Someone may have made the three adults who were sitting on the aisle move so that someone’s toddler could get to the aisle and give his roses and bone to Sam Wiggle. That was a wise move on my, I mean someone’s part, because then The Boss was able to get his Hush-a-bye Your Bear groove on free range style. Seriously, the leaders of the world should attend more kids concerts. Those little buggers were dancing and grooving and playing together, no thought to race or religion or even physical ability. Further proof to me that hate must be taught. Kindness is our natural state of being, my peeps! Don’t mock but it was really very touching to look up the aisle and see hundreds of kids all dancing and singing together.

We were ten kinds of sad and twenty kinds of dissapointed that The Boss’ fav Wiggle, Murray {the king of guitars, natch} wasn’t there. The Wiggles had kindly provided a little something for the ladies in his understudy, a 6’5′ dude named- wait for it- Ringo. He was fantastic, except for one thing…he doesn’t play guitar. Never fear, The Boss’ VERY favorite character Captain Feathersword to the rescue! Now, I myself have mocked the good  Captain on the daily but that guy does it all. Guitar, bass, acrobatics, and he was high-larious.  I want to do a show with that guy!

I had been so grumpy when TOTT had spent the day getting us tickets while I took down wall paper, but it was so worth it.

 As a performer I was envious of them and I appreciate what they do. As a mother, I can only say I am grateful. It was a wonderful experience for The Boss. And judging by all the parents singing along, it was pretty good for them too.

I’m Like Holly Go Lightly, but without the prostitution. Part 1.

Ah, blissful quiet morning in the Hilton! I took my time getting dressed, doing my make up…there was no toddler pulling at me to ‘boo ah boo’ so me and my hotel room coffee {blech} kicked it, curling my hair and yelling at Kathie Lee on the Today Show. Since everyone was at the Newbie Breakfast/Old-bie Breakfast/ I’m too big a blogger to eat with you little guys private breakfast I had New York all to myself! I mean, me and what? 7 million other people. {also, I’m kidding on that last breakfast joke. Everyone including the BIG bloggers were welcoming and sweet. Alli Worthington & Danielle Smith you know who you are xoxoxox!It’s always nice when you meet bloggers who inspire you and they turn out to be even more lovely, personable and kind in person!} In a brilliant bit of NYC planning there was a Starbucks right across the street from the hotel and with my trusty latte and spinach feta wrap I headed to 5th avenue to pay homage to my favorite movie and visit my mothership.

Tiffany & Co.

I planned on going straight there, but instead I got distracted and just had a ball wandering around. I love New York, and I really was feeling bold, excited and like myself. Happy Go Lucky me! Not crippled by postpartum anxiety and the events of a year and a half ago me.  And ya know what? I had a ball. First I headed towards Radio City Music Hall and just went from there.

I truly believe that the giant camera around my neck just added to the very Holly Go Lightly/Carrie Bradshaw-ness of me.

I went to St. Patrick’s Cathedral, one of my favorite places in the city and lit a candle for Minky and for all my loved ones.

I decided to make my way back to the Hilton to meet up with my girls and check out the Expo..

You know my (attention whore) outgoing self put herself front and center for the Yahoo Shine Reinvention videos. Check it out!

More to come tomorrow, before I OD you all on pictures!  I’ll leave you with this, remember that picture of me and Elmo? Y’know the one I thought would make me a rockstar in the eyes of The Boss? Apparently The Boss is a little ummm jealous and no body better lay a hand on his mommy. Not even Elmo. He was quite angry and yet conflicted. He kept screaming at me on the phone “Elmo no touch mommy! Mommy no Elmo wifout baby!” Massive Elmo/Mom Fail. Massive.  Luckily I was able to drown my sorrows with cupcakes. Thanks Pillsbury.

Dial M for Minky, Motherhood and Mimosas!

Well, well. Here we are! Check out the new digs…I myself am crazy about it! Once I really got into blogging and reading blogs I quickly became green with envy over beautiful blogs and wanted one for my very own! I am incredibly pleased with the redesign and the brilliant Nap Warden moved me from Blogger to WordPress without so much as a hiccough.

Perhaps you might have noticed I’ve added Motherhood and Mimosas to my my little world, because this blog is indeed a ‘Mom’ blog and I do adore Mimosas. Plus? Sometimes Mommy needs a drink. And may they more often be celebratory mimosas rather than conciliatory rum and cokes, right? {whatever your celebratory drink of choice may be. I’m not here to judge, just to toast! Cheers!}

This past week has been a big one for the fam here at the American Dream, we cruised over to visit the Ohio Contingent for Nana and Papa’s 60th anniversary. It was so sweet! Plus it gave me the opportunity to wear make up and real clothes three whole days in a row. Bonus! Post party we hopped in the mini-van and drove all night so that I could attend the SVmoms/DCMetroMoms and BitMoms event at the Ritz Carlton in Pentagon City. It was a rough night, but I am so glad I made it! Thankful to my family for making the all night drive and thankful to Starbucks and the Ritz for keeping me awake by plying me with a near constant flow of coffee. Big thanks to The Boss who slept in Monday morning til 10:30 because I was sleeping the sleep of the dead and could not have functioned any earlier!

What a killer event!  Great conversations with brands about working together and amazing convos with fab bloggers. Good Lord, have I got to get a move on because I was surrounded by mind blowingly accomplished, brilliant, fun women who probably don’t make up their own words as much as I do. They probably know the real words and use them accordingly. Brilliant women. Bless their brilliant hearts, they were once again, incredibly welcoming to me and my personal brand of goof.

It has been suggested to me on more than one occasion that perhaps I might give vlogging a try. Eek! Vlogging and acting are two entirely different monsters. Give me a script and I’m great…but just talking on my own? Well….It tends to get a little long winded. And awkward. You know what helps? Having a husband who is a director and willing to do several takes. Also, he was willing to tape this at midnight after a crazy long day at the office. He even arranged the pillows on the couch around me. {I’m certain you would have guessed that. I hope!} And added Sock Monkey. I heart Sock Monkey almost as much as The Boss does. I. Was. Nervous. You can tell because my voice goes from ‘I know what I am doing and have vocal training’ to ‘hey! I am a squeaky valley girl!’. As I am a squeaky valley girl I can say that.

But the event this past weekend coupled with the Momzshare event got me thinking about what I am passionate and what I want to do! And so I vlogged about it.
{SWEET! Shout out to Shelley who taught me how to get this here vlog in the actual post, you rock!}

When I dream, I dream BIG! How about you?

And bless TLC’s heart, I did hear back from her! She was incredibly encouraging and so kind, I really hope to work with them in some way! So…dream put out there and not immediately slammed to the ground. I’m calling that a success.

Please bear with me as I learn my way around word press and  welcome to the new improved Dial M for Minky, Motherhood & Mimosas!

Sometimes I forget that Tori Spelling isn’t my real life friend.

“Sometimes I forget that Tori Spelling isn’t my real life friend.” These words were uttered to me by my friend Windizzle as we huffingly pushed our strollers up the big hill from the Panda Bears to the visitors center at the National Zoo. We’d just seen the Spectacle Bear and I had totes blown the kids away with all my knowlege of the little dude. Thanks Diego.

(Skyping with little cousin KK of the Ohio Contingent the other day, she was just prattling on about gymnastics and school and all I kept thinking was Sheesh! K, when are you going to do something worthwhile with your life? Like, quit school and live in a treehouse with your sister, hang with a baby jaguar and start doing some good…like saving the spotted owl or something! Meanwhile K is just droning on about how she reads at a third grade level and she’s not even in second grade yet. Whatever. How many baby seals did you save today, K? Slacker.)

(Can you even put a whole paragraph in parenthesis? I. Just. Did.)

I mocked Windizzle when she said she thought Tori was her friend. I mean, hello? News flash: she’s not. But the Dizz handed me sTORItelling told me to read it then Mommywood and before you can say “hello Charlie!” Dizz and I are texting during Tori & Dean and I was all like OMG Tori is JUST LIKE ME!!!

I mean, Stella and Mr. Max are the same age and he lurves her. Max has guncles as do her kidlets. I also wear glasses (sometimes, although you’ll never see it),we both love to decorate, plan events, and basically be in charge…it’s like we are the same.person.

And then there’s Twitter, which gives crazy people like me access to her! I tweet her on the reg because Diz was right, and I too sometimes forget that she is not my real life friend, and ya know what…sometimes – sometimes she tweets back. Can you stand the rain, people? That is the very definition of awesomesauce.

She’s just so weirdly normal, I mean other than the tons of money and Hollywood legacy she is just one of us working moms, loving her kids like crazy, trying to make it work with her man. I am totally picking up what she’s putting down.

Not to worry Tori, I’m far too lazy to be a real stalker. And if we ever met it would just be a ‘love your shoes’ fest. But if I ever move home, I am so looking you up. We could have a playdate. And by play date I mean a glass of champagne and a giggle or two. Keep on keeping on T. Love your friend, Minky

The next thing you know you’re singing ‘Surrey With the Fringe On Top’ in front of Ira!

Ok, fine. I wasn’t singing ‘Surrey With the Fringe On Top’ in front of Ira. Details schmetails. The next thing you know, however, I was standing in front of a huge blue screen filming a commercial. I never tell what product it’s for.

I’m stoopidtitious that way.

Oh how I’ve missed you, my little bloggy world. From Saturday on it’s been a whirlwind. First up we were getting the house ready for new carpet. The American Dream hasn’t had new carpet since the folks moved in…like 20 years ago. And the old shizz was blue and pink. I tell you no lie, my friends, blue and pink carpet. Now imagine how much stuff you can accumulate in 20 years and the raising of not one but two children, so there was a hist ton of stuff to move.

Here’s something you might not know about me: I’m a bit high maintenance. *STOP LAUGHING!* Alright, fine. You probably guessed that…but with the new carpet we seized the opportunity to move the kiddo from the delux  apartment in the basement to the guest room giving him his *sob*. So we turn the delux apartment in the basement into a playroom/tv room/office and with this move we decide to inhabit TOTT’s childhood bedroom complete with baseball trophies and fantabulous 80’s wallpaper.

Here’s the thing kids, me and wallpaper…well we are the opposite of two great tastes that taste great together. There’s only room for one of us in that bedroom, and it’s me. So it was with the theme from The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly playing in my head, and a Law & Order marathon playing on the tv, that I took to telling that paper to get to stepping.

It was three very frustrating hours later, and one trip to Target for a steamer (Dear God, thank you for the steamer, love me.) that TOTT burst in the room crying “We have VIP Wiggles Tickets! I got em!”

He might have even yelped ‘beauuuuuuuty mate!’ but I can’t be sure because I was too busy trying not to fall off the ladder whilst holding a steamer full of boiling water. And we all know how klutzy I am just standing on solid ground.

I swear to you, TOTT wasn’t even that excited when we got Paul McCartney tickets. Oh, small child, what have you turned us into?

People who will join the wiggles fan club in order to get advance VIP tickets apparently. So soon we will be boogying with those crazy kids in the big red car. Do you suppose Jeff knows he is the creepiest Wiggle? Ah well, M is all about Murray anyway. Murray has the guitar so Max only has eyes for Murray.

I cannot believe I just typed that sentence.

As we raced to get everything ready for the big move/ new carpet (which of course, you know, means painting everything in sight, refinishing dressers and new bedding…I must have new bedding!) I got a last minute call for an audition on Monday for a commercial that shot on Tuesday. Suh-weet. I always do good on quick decision calls!

My very first commercial evah was one of these, and I was so lucky to work with the awesomest jokester in the land- Joel McHale who for reals took such good care of me on the set that I thrill every time I see him on tv. He is so deserving of his success.

Also, I saw him at Aroma Cafe once and his kid and my kid had the same stroller. So obviously I can declare us B.F.F.’s in my delusional land.  I wonder if his stroller is as useless and broken as mine is. Harumph.

So the symmetry is not lost on me. My very first commercial ever, and my very first commercial back from having my baby were very similar experiences. Except this time no Joel McHale, just me and blue screen and a teleprompter. I’m like Obama, y’all, I do so love a teleprompter.