Monday, September 28, 2009

My Conversation with Anthony Edwards! Yes, THAT Anthony Edwards!

Last week I was involved in a this, made this, and hmmm...gosh, it seems like there was something else...what was it? Oh yeah, that's right.

I interviewed Anthony Edwards.



Did I mention that? No? Hmmm...strange. Must have slipped my mind. Perhaps I was in shock. Anthony Edwards! I got to talk to a STAR! And it wasn't one of those make-believe conversations that I have in my head. It was a real live star! A real live one! And there were other people there too, so I know I wasn't hallucinating.

I was part of a conference call last Thursday between several other "mommy bloggers" and the aforementioned Edwards. (Did I mention he's a STAR?)Along with Uma Thurman and Minnie Driver, he recently finished filming "Motherhood", which was written and directed by Katherine Dieckmann.
"Shot entirely on location in New York’s West Village, this bittersweet comedy distills the dilemmas of the maternal state (marriage, work, self, and not necessarily in that order) into the trials and tribulations of one pivotal day. MOTHERHOOD forms a genre of one – no other movie has dedicated itself in quite this way to probing exactly what it takes to be a mother, with both wry humor and an acute sense of authenticity."

As a husband and father of four, Edwards said he was drawn to the movie because it "seemed like an organic and real thing."

It was written "In a way that I hadn't seen on film...I found it comforting," he said. In the movie Edwards plays Thurman's "good-natured but absent-minded husband". He said that when he first told his wife about the role, her response was "oh, typecasting! You're a well-intentioned guy that forgets a lot of stuff!"

That must be a common husband trait.

As the call began, my baby yelled/cried, interrupting the moderator.

The moderator, I think, was a bit annoyed and I was gently (and thankfully anonymously...well,um, until now) chastised and reminded about the *6 mute feature. Bad mommy blogger. So I broke out the stash of bribery candy and made sure the three little mouths were given a constant supply. Candy always ensures several moments of blissful silence. It's my secret weapon. What's an extra dental bill or two? After all, I was talking to Anthony Edwards of ER fame!


Edwards opened the call by sharing his current surroundings...he was pushing his seven year old's bicycle to the bike shop to fix a flat tire, city sounds blaring in the background. No nanny here. He's a hands-on kind of dad and during the call he came across so real and down to earth. Even though my question was simply a rephrasing of some of the questions already asked, Edwards was very courteous. There wasn't even a slight sigh of exasperation. I had asked whether or not this movie changed his perception of motherhood and perhaps made him more compassionate to his own wife’s struggles. He said that he had been raised with a “really strong mom.”

“After being through the birth of four children," he added. "I don't know how you can have anything but more respect for mothers and what that role is. So I'm just happy to be part of something that doesn't trivialize it, nor does it generalize on it, but actually, you know, deals with the complexity of it in a funny way which I find ultimately the best way to tell a story.”

This movie just sounds better and better.

A lot of good questions were asked, my favorite being, "What are you wearing?" by Margaret at Nanny Goats in Panties. We never did get to find out, which is a pity.

In November, Edwards will be running in the New York City Marathon and his participation will benefit his charity, Shoe4Africa. Shoe4Africa aims to build the largest children’s hospital in Africa, while bringing“empowerment through sports and education, creating unique health initiatives and promoting AIDS awareness.” Right now, they are accepting donations and $10 gets your name on the hospital. See the website for details.

About the time my candy supply ran out, the flat on his daughter’s bike was fixed and the call came to an end. I hung up, giddy with my close brush to fame. But because I’m so mature, I refrained from picking up the phone and immediately calling everyone I know. I waited at least 10 minutes.

And I'm thinking I might have a (discreet) bumper sticker made up for my car. It would say something like...oh, I don't know...

Photobucket

Or something classy like that.

Shadow puppets

A few pictures I took yesterday...



"Llama"


"Dog and bunny"


"Monster!"

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Sunday in my city!

Sunday in my City...or town. Or small farming community...
As seen on Unknown Mami!

Unknown Mami

Prairie Roses-to get the full effect, you really need to enlarge this one!

Windmill

Stairs from a long gone farmhouse

Sunset over the mountains

Eh, pretty if you like that sort of thing... ;)

Saturday, September 26, 2009

The finished product...

And here is the cake!

Because of a last minute change of plans, instead of it being a pick up, it had to be delivered and my saintly husband did it for me. He's my hero.

Sigh.

Hmmm...I reposted my Manscaping post on my Blogher blog, and was quite amazed at the reactions it got! I had two rather vehement defenders of the whole bald thing. I was pretty much accused of calling them "evil" (which must mean there's no pubic hair in Hell...makes cleanup easier, I suppose), among other things. I was lectured and put in my place. Fingers were wagging in my general direction.



Bad girl. Bad, bad judgmental girl. How dare I? And one of the comments was really, really looong. So she must have been really worked up about it. Poor thing. I should send her a card, or something.

It's my blog, right? So, must I be made to feel guilty because someone else was offended? That was hardly my intention. Although it is becoming so...

So, clarification for those who assumed I think that all men and women who shave off their pubic hair are pedophiles: I don't think you're pedophiles. There. That should clear things up.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Guess what I found?

Today I found a book of stamps in the grocery store parking lot. Then I got a BIG, last minute cake order. That's all good, right? Right.


Bad news...the little dog that was mauled by the neighbor's Husky died. Not a surprise, I guess, but still sad. I keep thinking maybe there was something else I could have done. Eh..those "what ifs" can always get you. I tried to talking to Nick about it a little more, but I was met with the same reaction; hands over the ears. So, I think I need to give it more time. I think he will talk when he's mulled it over a bit more. I know he's been thinking about it because when he got home from school he told me that he hadn't even told his teacher about it. Which tells me he's not ready to deal with it. Normally, the kid is a talker. And thank you so, so much for all the wonderful comments and advice. This is why I blog. To meet people like you guys! Blogging makes the world a bit smaller and a heck of a lot friendlier! So thanks again! I'm going to try and respond to each comment via email over the next few days.

So, right now at 10:49 pm, I am working on the big cake order for tomorrow. A WWE cake for 50+ people. Oh yes, you read that right. Wrestling.

So...a wrestling cake for 50+ people by morning. It's going to be a long, long night. I seem to like doing this to myself. Another all nighter...but I can't attribute it to alcohol, sex, drugs or rock and roll (unless The Beatles count). Nope. It's all because of that innocent confection called cake...I bet my 21 year old self would never imagined her 33 year old self pulling an all-nighter because she had to make a WWE Championship belt out of chocolate cake and fondant...

Of course, if you'd get off the computer, it might not be all night. Oh, hush up, responsible inner voice. Do you have to ruin everything??

So, I poured a cup of coffee to keep myself awake into the wee hours of the morning, while I slave away on this cake...

Coffee?? Ha! There's more Bailey's in that cup than there is coffee!


Hush! There you go again. No one likes a party pooper. Here...have another drink. Isn't that better?

Anyway...

CAKE!! Remember? For fifty plus people? By morning?

Ok, ok. I'm going.

My budding Sumo Wrestler!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Dog Fight

Unfortunately, today I had to witness something that I really wish I hadn't seen. Or that my son had to see it. I learned a bit about his coping skills. Which, well, probably aren't healthy.

Nick was outside and I could hear the neighbors dog barking and screeching, and someone yelling. I went out to see what was going on, because our dog was going nuts. Nick was standing on the top of his slide looking into the neighbors backyard with this terrified expression on his face. I looked over the fence to see the neighbor's husky mauling a tiny yellow dog, my neighbor holding her baby, screaming at her dog, crying. I grabbed my Swiffer. (Yes. My Swiffer.) And I went next door to see what I could do to help.

Which wasn't much.

I tried to fend off the dog with my cleaning implement and a lawn chair, while my neighbor tried to rescue the other dog. We failed and the Husky got ahold of her again. There is a reason they say to never interfere with dog fights...that dog was terrifying. I have never been looked at by a dog like that before. We made eye contact while I was trying to keep it away from the injured animal and it made a little fake lunge at me. Terrified me. I'll probably have nightmares. Eventually, a male neighbor down the road jumped the fence and helped us get the Husky in it's kennel. I took the baby and my neighbor picked up the tiny dog, which was now...well, I'll spare you, suffice to say it was no longer moving, in a towel.

Turns out the neighbor's dogs on the other side got out a gate and slipped through the fence into the Husky's yard.

I baby sat the baby while my neighbor got ahold of the dog's owner and took the little thing to the vet. I have yet to hear whether or not they had to put the dog down, but I imagine they did. She wasn't in good shape. It was an ugly experience and I wish my son hadn't seen it. Everytime I mention it, he covers his ears. When I was telling my husband about it, Nick covered his ears and hid. I'm afraid it might be a long night, nightmare wise, for him. It can't be good to hold stuff in like that...it's going to be expressed in unhealthy ways. He's completely blocking it out, acting like it never happened. I'm not sure what I should do. Leave it alone? Wait until he brings it up? Any suggestions?

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Tuesday's child is full of grace




I cut my finger while making dinner.


I dropped my porkchop on the floor on the way to the table. I pick it up and go back to get another one. I sit down, knock my wine glass over with my elbow and it shatters all over the table and floor.


There goes another porkchop. And the worst bit? That was the last of my wine.

I was craving sugar so strongly a few minutes ago that I honestly dug through the pantry, looking for the stale donuts that I know are in there. I found them and reheated a cup of coffee from this morning, just so I could soften the donut up enough to eat it.


I think maybe I should go to bed now.

Wordless Wednesday



My three favorite little people!

Motherhood


Last week I was invited to participate in a conference call with Katherine Dieckmann, the writer/director of "Motherhood", starring Uma Thurman, Minnie Driver and Anthony Edwards. It is due out in select theatres in October.


Quite honestly, Dieckmann has my dream job. I've always been more interested in the writing/directing aspect of movie making. I can direct. I direct every day.

"No! The toys do not go under the sofa cusions! Try it again, but this time, put them in the toy box!"

"Whoa! Stop! Stop! What was that about? If you can't stop maybe you go to your room and take a few minutes to regroup."

"No! You don't need to do it like that! Try less toilet paper and maybe the toilet will flush."

See? I got the directing thing down. But writing is where my heart lies. And that's why I blog. Like every other person in the blogosphere, I have a novel half written, but am unable to dedicate much time to it, due to the time constraints children cause. You know, that whole "taking care of them" thing. But blogging gives me an creative outlet and a support system. Chances are, whatever I decide to write about, no matter how isolated I feel, there will be someone, somewhere that can relate. Blogging saves my life.

Thurman's character is a "mommy blogger."


So already, many of us can relate. And that's what struck me most about the conference call. Of all the interesting topics that were touched on, one thing stuck with me.

It doesn't matter if you're a movie star, a city living director/writer, or a stay at home mom living in a small farming town in Colorado: we are all mommies and with that title comes the universal trials and tribulations, the joys and contentment, the anger and resentment. It that sense, we are all the same. And at one point or another, we all lose ourselves in the process.

Dieckmann summed it up well.

"You're surrendering your pysche to another person."

I love this quote. It's so true.

You suddenly look down and realize that the t-shirt you're wearing has snot smears on it from your sick baby, and there is some unidentifiable brown substance on your jeans. You look at the toy strewn living room and think, "What the hell happened?"

You used to be a person. Now, you're a maid (and not the cute kind in the little lacy outift), you're a short order cook, you wipe bottoms, sniff diapers, forget to eat because you're so busy being "mommy". But just because you're "mommy" doesn't mean you get a pass from everything else that needs to be done in the real world. There is still work to be done, check books to balance, bills to pay, a spouse to form some semblance of a relationship with. It's no wonder we lose ourselves. We can't even keep track of ourselves anymore. "Wait! There she goes she's...oh, no that wasn't her. There! By the mailbox! Oh, she's gone again! Follow that SUV!"

"Even a movie star like Uma Thurman had that kind of experience...waking up seven years later saying, what? Who am I? Where am I? What?" Dieckmann said, stating one of the reasons Thurman was drawn to the movie.

Apparently, it's a universal emotion, something mommy's everywhere have to get dragged through. Maybe we should take comfort in the fact that at least we are not alone. We have each other! And thankfully, finally someone wrote a movie about it. About us.

I am anxiously awaiting the release of this movie. I really think it's one I'll enjoy. But until then, check out the trailer!



Any thoughts?

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Button!

To those who had problems with my button...I think I finally worked out all the kinks! Yay! I feel so smart and techy. If anyone takes it, would you mind letting me know if it worked?? Thanks so much!

Peeling an Orange

I triumphed!

Well, I survived the weekend. I was never so happy to see a Monday roll around. It was me against the cheesecakes and I triumphed. Although it was close. I ended up making 16 cakes! Yes. 16. At one point, my husband told me he should be filming me.

"Why?"I ask.

"Because this is just like those cake shows when something always goes wrong."

Ha ha, honey. You're so funny. Now shut up and hand me the damn cream cheese.

I'll spare you the gory details...if your into that, you can check out the link to my baking blog...(which my husband also thinks is funny. "so...you have one blog for your cakes and one where you can be nasty (referring to the manscaping post)?" I explained that it all has to do with my personality disorder...you know, that whole Martha Stewart meets Jenna Jameson thing.




I told him he should count himself lucky. My internal battle could be between these two:



But that's for a whole other post.

Not only did I pull off the cakes, I also managed to make it through Delaney's third birthday party. We had it at a park which was a stroke of genius on my part. Party at park = no house cleaning. Beautiful. And I didn't have to arrange any little party games to entertain children. Just set them free on the playground and everyone is happy. I might have to do Nick's party at the park as well.

Never mind the fact that it's in November in Colorado.



Maybe we could supply space heaters or something... If it spares me the agony of corralling 15 six year olds for a game of pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey, I'm all for it.

But anyway, my baby girl is three years old. I can't quite get over that. It seems like just yesterday I was laying in the hospital bed, screaming for an epidural.

"I'm sorry, but you're too far along," they tell me.

I think I might have cried.

Happy Birthday Delaney! Here's to many, many more!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Mommy Magic

Being a parent means using your deductive skills to figure out exactly what your daughter means when, out of the blue, says:

"Mom, what did you call those white things again?"

Several things go through your mind at this point...Pimples? The seeds in the watermelon? The little white tendon-things in the lunch meat?


Then you recall the car ride the other day. You were driving past a lake full of birds and you started singing a little ditty about them. Suddenly you realize what she's talking about.

"Pelicans, Delaney. They're called pelicans."


Strange Bird the pelican
His beak can hold more
Than his belly can...

It hits you with the depressing certainty the only reason you figured that out was because your mind, so accustomed to conversing with the under five set, is functioning on the same level. If someone were to ask something more substantial, like say, your stance of the healthcare situation, you'd most likely stand there and stare. And maybe drool, for good measure.

You develop some kind of sixth sense once you have children. Sometimes you can look at your child and know exactly what they're going to say next.

"Mom, can I have candy?"
"No."
"Mom, can I have candy?"
"No."
"Mom..."
"NO!"
"How'd you know what I was going to ask?" they ask.



If that's not psychic ability, I don't know what is.

I remember being little and being amazed by how my mom seemed to know everything. I couldn't get away with anything, she always knew, like she had some kind of magic. Now, I know exactly how.

Looking furtively in my direction, Nick "whispers" (which for a 5 year old means talking slightly less loud than usual) into Delaney's ear, who is standing right beside me.
"Delaney," he whispers, gesturing at my purse. "Get mom's gum and bring it here."
Obediently, she sticks her little hand into my purse and starts fishing around.
"Nickolas!" I scold.
He looks at me with eyes wide with shock.
"How'd you know it was me?" he gasps.

Hmmm...mommy magic.




If I was always that subtle, it's no wonder I got caught. I hope he keeps the subtlety up through high school. I'll never have to worry about him.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Excuses, excuses...

For those of you who keep track of such things, you will notice that I haven't posted "Why I Love my Husband" for the past few weeks. It's not because I don't love my husband anymore, but it's because I've actually been busy.

Yes, really.

For proof, see here.

Then this week I have to make two birthday cakes and a wedding cake that consists of 12 cheesecakes. *Hyperventilating*

I also need to plan Delaney's birthday party for next Sunday and make the food. I went birthday shopping for her today while she was in preschool and when I got home I realized that I bought 2T in all the clothes, so now I have to return those. Sigh. And my husband, whom I love dearly, went to Sam's Club and bought the kind of diapers that our one year old is allergic to, so now I have to return those as well. In another town. Sigh.

So, there's my "dog-ate-my-homework" excuses for any blog slacking on my part this week.

And every time I think "12 cheesecakes" my eyesight gets all fuzzy and I need to grab a paperbag to breath into.

12 cheesecakes. Oh gawd.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Lookee!!

I just got an award from The Balancing Act of...One Chic Mommy ! She has a great blog, you should go right this second and check it out!

Thank you One Chic Mommy! You made my day!


Now to the rules for this Award:


This award is bestowed on to blogs that are exceedingly charming.
These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends.
They are not interested in self-aggrandizement.
Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers.
Deliver this award to other bloggers who must choose others to pass it on to and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.
I would like to pass this Award on to:

Where a Woman Shakes Her Tablecloth
Janie B.
Waddlers and Toddlers
Waylaid Wordsmith
Little Miss Muffin Cakes
Veronica Lee
Jenie

Because you guys always leave me comments and I want you to know how much it's appreciated! So thanks!

Flashback Friday, Part III

I'm sure this will be a common theme today. I think 9/11 will be on the forefront of everyone's mind today.

On the 11th of September, 2001, we were still on our honeymoon. We were out snorkeling and when we came in, we found this letter on the bed:



Not having any idea what was going on, this letter terrified us. We immediately turned on the tv for information and I think we sat there the rest of the day, dumbstruck by what we were seeing.



We were worried about how we were going to get home. We ended up not having any problems but I remember how tight security was at the airport when we flew out. We couldn't even have razors or tweezers in our carry-on bags. And it was a bit frightening to board an airplane so soon after the attacks.

As scary as it was for us, who weren't even in the country, I can't even begin to imagine how terrifying it was for those directly involved; for those who were taken and for those who were left behind.



All the innocent children and families torn apart because of anger and hatred and misguided belief...

Never Forget. How could we?

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Paradise Found! But then we had to come home...

I spend a lot of time on the computer. More time than I would ever admit to my husband. It's hard to play the exhausted mom card if he knows you've spent the last hour reading blogs and commenting.

Or planning your imaginary vacation on Expedia. Pick a place, pick a hotel and a few activites, ignore the price, because in your imaginary world you are independently wealthy. Heck, you can even afford a hotel room for your nanny. Want to see Venice? Alright then. How about spending some time in Mexico, lounging on the beach, or exploring Mayan ruins? Sure, why not?

But really, I shouldn't complain.

The last (real) vacation I was on was my honeymoon, (and then there were a few days in Vegas, if you count that. Which I don't. That's more exhausting than staying home.) but what a honeymoon it was! Eight years ago today I was probably in my bikini, drinking and dangling my feet off of our private deck, into the crystal blue waters that surround Moorea.

Tahiti...possibly the most beautiful place in the universe. We spent 10 days in heaven. We drank a lot, laughed a lot, had sex a lot and ate a lot. I even lost my American modesty and went topless. When in Rome, eh? Once a year or so, I have to get out the photo album and fantasize, because most likely, I will never do anything like this again.

So, come, dump some vodka into your orange juice and journey with me back in time to paradise...


The Resort

The bungalows we stayed in.

The Honeymoon Suite


Room Service...seriously.

First day...(I like this picture because after three kids, no time to workout and a fondness for baked goods, I no longer look like this. I can look at it and remember when...)

Hike to a waterfall.


Yes, the dirt really was this red. Amazing place.

Anyone feeling like a Pina Colada? Or is it just me?

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Award!



I had to put on my pearls and ball gown to accept this...I would like to thank Jenie for this! She wrote a really sweet post about my blog and presented it with the Smile Award! Really, truly made my day. What writer doesn't like to know that someone is reading and enjoying what they write?

Jenie has several great blogs...you should go and check them out.

Earthy Me
Life Round Me N You
At A Blink
Heartquakes

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