Published by admin on 26 Mar 2016
Published by admin on 25 Mar 2016
Published by admin on 21 Mar 2016
Moses has been asking for us to move Manny into his room for about 6 months now and since Moses is such a great sleeper and Manny is such an awful sleeper, we’ve been reluctant. But Moses played the long game and one day said, “If Manny is in my room, I can just talk to him and tell him it’s ok and we can look at each other at night and everything will be ok.” Someone has been reading his “How to Manipulate Parents” manual…
We purchased bunk beds that can be separate twin beds and assembled one of the beds this weekend. Leaving Moses’ toddler bed in Moses room for Manny to sleep on. Moses was so stoked. Manny… Well, Manny was Manny. He managed to skip his nap on Saturday and Moses didn’t nap either so we got them both to sleep in a record 5 minutes on Saturday night. At 7:30pm. I felt like I had won the lottery. So many hours of freedom! What could I possibly do with all that time? (Surf the internet and watch Seth’s movie, FTR.)
Moses woke up at midnight crying because Manny wasn’t in the room with him. I shined the flashlight on Manny and showed Moses that he was still there and Moses went right back to sleep. Manny woke up at 1:30am pretty freaked out that he wasn’t in his crib (he was in Moses’ toddler bed) and well, I slept on the chaise all night while Manny farted on me. Literally.
Last night also was not a record for getting them to sleep because Manny had to take an extended poop break, but Moses was asleep by the time Manny returned to the room and Manny fell asleep pretty quickly there after at around 8:45pm. Then Manny woke up at 1:30pm once again pissed off that he wasn’t in his crib and it was Seth’s turn to manage the night time and he… didn’t. He just took him back into his old room, rocked him to sleep and put him in his crib, where he slept until 7am.
So… things are going about as expected. Can’t wait for tonight.
Published by admin on 15 Mar 2016
I mentioned a while back that we have been thinking about getting a piece of land somewhere in New Mexico and putting an off the grid cabin type place on it. Well, since then I’ve started reading a few homesteading blogs and getting into the research part of it. There’s nothing I like better than a research project.
Ideally we’d be close enough to an airport that also is in a city where it would be easy to park our extra vehicle long term. So we could fly in, uber to our car and head out to the ‘ranch.’ But that is also tricky, because we don’t really want to be that close to ABQ and the Santa Fe airport doesn’t have as many flights and then my wheels start to spin and I begin to research the best cars to drive in an apocalypse.
Aside from an MRAP (Serial Season 2, anyone?) I think the clear winner would be something that would be easy to find parts for – like – every other abandoned car is your kind of car (i.e. Honda Civic in the 90s) doesn’t guzzle gasoline, and is able to go all terrain. And yeah, that kind of car doesn’t exist. So, basically, you’d want an ATV, but zombies could easily grab you, so then what?
So then my crow brain starts thinking about what skills a person should have in an apocalypse and then I start thinking about how none of it matters because we live in LA and in a disaster we’re all trapped here anyway. It’s not like we’ll be able to hop a flight to our armored off grid cabin in the woods – that is UNLESS WE KNOW HOW TO FLY A PLANE.
You guys, basically, my weekends until the apocalypse happens are booked. BRB, going to research flight lessons.
Published by admin on 09 Mar 2016
Just a couple that I thought of.
Moses: forces = horses (also seaforce)
Manny: Otay! = Okay
Manny: Yet go! = Let go.
Manny: Tars = Cars and stars
Published by admin on 03 Mar 2016
I posted a link on FaceBook earlier today – it was a New York Times review type thing of my show. And I said, “I can’t count the number of times someone has told me, “I HATE reality TV,” immediately after I’ve told them I work in reality TV. (Note: Stop doing that people, it’s very rude.)” And I thought I’d repeat it here, because, damn, some people are really rude.
I feel a certain kinship with lawyers because of this. I feel like reality TV producers and lawyers are the only two professions where it’s socially acceptable to straight up say to our faces, “You’re basically garbage. A garbage human. A human piece of garbage.”
The same people who say they hate reality TV usually go on to say they NEVER watch it, ugh, how could they ever watch such shit? And I am still there with a frozen smile on my face wondering how to get away from them and find the lawyers because we can just laugh and drink our expensive booze in peace.
So, next time you ask someone what they do, if you aren’t prepared to politely say, “Oh! That’s very interesting, tell me more about it,” don’t ask.
You’re welcome, America.
Published by admin on 02 Mar 2016
I’ve been really lucky this year – my show keeps getting more episodes and I keep being the right person in line to get extended and now I’ll be the last story producer on the show. My creditors thank me, my family misses me and my life outside work is a total mess. I’m hoping I’ll have a few weeks off before I start my next gig, and since I’m not currently looking for work, that means I’ll either never work again or I won’t get a day off before I get hired. The life of a freelance reality TV producer. Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
The boys continue to amaze, delight, and drive me up the wall. If they aren’t sweetly playing together while angels sing, they are fighting like terrible little shits that I pretend I don’t know. I didn’t know how hard 20 months apart would be, and it’s finally, FINALLY getting easier, but these last 2 years have been trying, to say the least. It’s so great they are close, but also, I’d like to be able to use the bathroom without two people who want to flush the toilet for me. And SCREAM when one gets to do it and the other has to wait. The drought means nothing to them, and often, I just let the other one flush because I think I’ve suffered hearing loss because of the vocal cords of my children.
Seth has been working for a while now which has been so good for him and for me and for our family. He’s also still taking his welding classes to the delight of everyone who learns he’s now and editor/welder. If you’ve met Seth, it makes sense in a strange way.
I got to spend a weekend with my sister at Disneyland following my birthday, and it was so restorative to be with her and our close friend Cassie that we’ve planned to go to grown-up Disneyland next year – AKA Las Vegas – where you don’t have to smuggle in alcohol in tampons. We had a blast and when I came home after being away from my rotten kids for two whole days, I felt like, hell, yeah, I can do this parenting thing! I can do this parenting thing A LOT.
So, that’s the last couple of months in a tiny little nutshell.
Published by admin on 22 Jan 2016
This little list of questions is going around Facebook, and since I can never find anything on Facebook when I need to find it, I figured I’d bring it back old school and blog it.
1. What is something I always say to you?
Hoppy doody! (This is hilarious, mostly because this is something he and his friends came up with and torture teachers with. They are three.)
2. What makes me happy?
When I fly something. (He was throwing his parachute man around when I was asking these questions.)
3. What makes me sad?
When I do something naughty. (Oh! He is listening!)
4. How do I make you laugh?
With an elephant. (No idea.)
5. What was I like I as a child?
A dinosaur. (My kid is a jerk.)
6. How old am I?
3! “How old am *I*?” 3?
7. How tall am I?
8. What’s my favorite thing to do?
Do your work. (Hey! My kid knows I love my job!)
9. What do I do when you’re not around?
10. What am I really good at?
11. What is something I’m not good at?
12. What do I do for a job?
Go to work! “But what do I do when I’m at work?” Work with your friends!
13. What is my favorite food?
14. What do you enjoy doing with me?
Published by admin on 21 Jan 2016
I went to work, locked an episode, went to lunch with my awesome coworkers at our favorite* BBQ joint, had a drink**, left work early, gave my babies a bath, and had them sing Happy Birthday to me over and over again, then Seth got home and I blew out some candles and put my flowers in a vase and put my babies to bed. Manny kept singing Happy Birthday to me while I was rocking him and it was so adorable but also such a Manny move to not go to sleep.
It was a lovely day. And this weekend I’m spending with my sister and Cassie and I can’t wait.
*It’s our favorite because we never have a problem getting a lunch reservation for 8 or more people, they have a full bar and wings and mac and cheese and isn’t that enough?
**I mean, it’s my birthday, I’m allowed a lunch cocktail, right?
Published by admin on 19 Jan 2016
Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
I’m trying to think of something great to say on the eve of this big birthday and all I keep thinking is, why is every morning (after struggling to make it to the coffee) so full of promise and every evening crawling ugly to the finish line?
Why don’t I do more with my life?
Why can’t what I do be enough?
What am I missing, what do I have that I’m not enjoying?
I think as a kid I imagined my life much like Sue Ellen’s in Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead. Big shoulder pads wearing boss lady, having people hold my calls. And my reality is more like Albert Brooks in Broadcast News, flop sweating my way to the middle.
I mean honestly, I am a television producer living in Los Angeles with a husband and two children. That in and of itself seems like I did it, I made the dream come true. So… what’s next?