Hi guys, I just wanted to pop in and thank every single one of you for the love, shares, virtual hugs and- wonderfully enough- a smattering of real hugs, too. I’m still not in a place where I feel all blogtacular and “la la la kids say the darndest things” (not outwardly, anyway), but I thought I’d post a quick note about how incredibly beautiful my Dad’s memorial service was and share some music. a) My Dad’s memorial service was {Read More}
10 Signs You May Have A {Slight} Social Media Addiction.
{1} You hit your four digit iPhone passcode into your microwave. Twice. {2} When spying your toddler do something hilarious over the video monitor, you’ve attempted to “like” it. {3} You’ve texted your spouse to come watch this hilarious thing on YouTube with you. From one room away. {4} The instant you get a good photo taken, you mentally crop it for your profile pic. {5} If a
I Survived Election Season And You Did, Too.
Happy Day-After-Near-Electionpocalypse, all! Here’s what I don’t wish for you in these upcoming four years: Divisiveness. Polarizing memes on Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/blogs/email/text/smoke signal. Anger, rage, fear, panic, snackiness. But considering that the election is finally over, I think we’ll be okay for a little while. (I can’t, however, help you if you’re still feeling snacky.
Keely Saves Money. Keely Lives Better.
She’s awfully yellow. So, shot a commercial on Monday. And it was for Walmart. I shot a Walmart commercial. My name is Keely, and I played a Real Mom who shopped at Walmart and took the Walmart Challenge. And it was awesome. I got this gig through an agent and my friend Bradford (thanks, Bradford!) and was able to go to multiple auditions because my neighbor and friend Angie watched the girls (thanks, Angie!) and spent the day at the {Read More}
Can’t Put That In A Trapper-Keeper, Though.
Do the Wonder Pets have a Twitter account? I have finally- finally- figured out what to do with the darned playroom. I realize that this is of little consequence to anyone not spending nearly ten hours a day in, on, or around this room (a narrow li’l group, to be sure)…but for those of us who are, well, it’s just fantastic news. The baby swing is no longer randomly against a wall, smacking into an exersaucer and/or a train table. (Swing- {Read More}
Zuzu Wishes To Watch Wonder Pets, Says Nora.
Who’s ready for the theatre? THIS GIRL. ‘Twas a good weekend. A great one, in fact. I went on three- count ’em, three– dates this weekend. Date One was with my husband to see the stellar Sky’s The Limit, Weather Permitting at Second City’s etc stage (’cause we know people in the show)! Date Two was with Nat n’ Rachael n’ P.J. to see Underworld: Awakening in IMAX and 3D…at the behest of Nat n’ me. And Date Three was with {Read More}
I read The News, too.
Am I the only one who thinks Bruno Mars’ song ‘Grenade’ sounds like it could be a B-side from Thriller? Anyone? (…Aaand I just Wikipedia’d him and saw that the singer/songwriter/producer is heavily influenced by Michael Jackson and Motown. RESEARCH.) But seriously. It does. And while I generally leave the in-depth musical analysis to my darling sister Em, I’d be remiss if I didn’t comment on at least a few of the [startlingly dark yet catchy as anything] lyrics: I’d catch {Read More}
Yelling At Inanimate Objects (And Other Fun.)
This photo, originally in the January ’10 issue of Parenting magazine, nearly gave me a brain aneurysm when I first saw it. So, so many things. For starters:-She is eleven years old.-She is holding a doughnut and wincing at her weight on the scale.–She weighs 129lbs.-To get a full body shot like that, she must have a positively Louvre-like bathroom. Or the photographer is standing directly inside her full length mirror. Am I to feel any sort of connection with this image? Any {Read More}