Friends, I have a small obsession with all things Mindy Kaling (if you haven’t hopped on The Mindy Project wagon yet, I suggest you stop everything else in your life and start watching it stat–she play a doctor so get what I did there?!). My recent vlog is about a random set of occurrences involving an audition I had for a new ABC show, tea bag(s) and a tweet by my girl Mindy that all conspired to sorta kinda change my life.
I woke up early this morning seeing no silver lining. Then, I went in for my morning pee and was thankful for the fact I could sit down comfortably, without that split second of worrying whether or not I’d be sitting down on the thin, cold, man-pee rim.
Ding, ding—silver lining.
Last night I felt dejected listening to my daughter rehearse her weekly 2nd grade speech on the topic “what you are thankful for,” when she said she was thankful for me because I “work hard to get money for the family” and she was thankful for her dad for hanging out and spending time with her. I fought the urge to say, “but wait, don’t I hang out, and play, and cook, and take you to dance and . . . ”
Instead, I decided to soak it in. She is thankful for me.
I had a hard time sleeping with stressful thoughts of bills and work deadlines, but then I checked my Facebook account (what else do we do when we can’t sleep?) to find a message from a friend whose dad is battling cancer, thanking me for my messages of love and encouragement.
Before coming downstairs this morning, I sifted through my closet with shame and sadness because I’ve gained so much weight this year from stress eating and drinking that nothing fits. Like, nothing. Then, I looked in the mirror and remembered my therapist’s advice from a few months ago,
“Instead of looking in the mirror and criticizing yourself, try looking in the mirror and saying, ‘Hey, you and me, we got another day!”
So that’s what I did.
I looked at my chunky, weathered, tired face and smiled.
Disclosure: I wrote this post as part of a sponsored campaign with Poise Microliners and Socialstars. #lifeslittleleaks
Let me Poise a question to you: Do you do your Kegels every day? No? Me neither.
If I had as much fun doing Kegels as I do saying the word, I probably would be more apt to to do them and I wouldn’t be so bummed with the knowledge that women are supposed to be doing their inner-lady-part exercises on the daily.
Seriously, we’re supposed to be doing them DAILY. But who really does them daily? I’m lucky if I do them yearly.
Therein lies my problem.
I guess I wouldn’t be as concerned about those little bladder leaks that happen to women of my “advanced age,” when we jump, hear a joke, or, you know, sneeze, if I were more disciplined about doing them. I’d certainly feel much better about watching The Mindy Project, reading books like Amy Poehler’s Yes, Please,
or standing 5 feet away from Phillip Phillips.
So, I’ve been talking to some of my girlfriends who are in the medical profession and specialize in parts down under about how to incorporate Kegels into my life a little more often. Together we came up with some tips on
Today would’ve been my dad’s 83rd birthday. As I always do on this day, and this time of year in general, I have been spending time thinking of all our good memories and reflecting on all the many life lessons he taught me.
Last night I got out the scrapbook that was given to me by my brother-in-law the week after my dad died with the photos of his funeral. I have since turned it into a scrapbook of greeting cards he sent me through the years, newspaper clippings of the times he made the paper, random photos and other memorabilia (including the speech he gave to introduce Henry Kissinger at an event in San Diego in 1981—fodder for another blog post, indeed).
It’s my “Dad Book” and I go to it when I need a pick me up and/or a good cry.
I’ve written many times about the greeting cards he used to send me, as they are truly such incredible keepsakes now that he is no longer here, no longer able to give me a pep talk or provide me with advice.
Lately, I’ve been wondering what advice he’d be giving me right now during my separation. He saw a lot of life in his 69 years and he always had a wise word for his family, friends and colleagues who needed guidance.
In flipping through the scrapbook last night, I found a card with the
Top 5 Funniest Viral Videos of 2014 (That Have Nothing to Do With Parenting!):
If Google Was a Guy by College Humor
This is an entire series of videos with the premise of “What if Google Was a Guy?” It is spot on, way clever and hilarious. The series is made by College Humor and if you don’t already subscribe to then on YouTube, YouNeedTu (see what I did there?).
My Impressions of Celebrities Stuck in Traffic by Lauren O’Brien
This comedian is so dead on with her impressions of celebrities that I will forgive her for
When asked to be a part of a campaign sponsored by Blue Shield of California Foundation about domestic violence my first instinct was to turn it down. First of all, it’s a pretty heavy topic for the holidays and secondly, it’s one that I, thankfully, don’t have a lot of firsthand experience with.
But then I read this line:
And then brutal the images from “the elevator” flashed through my mind.
1. Show up early! Since it’s live TV, anything can happen, and the producer will appreciate you if you can go on early if their schedule gets out of whack.
2. Ask all of your questions ahead of time in an email. The morning of is not the time to ask questions.
TIP–QUESTIONS TO ASK AHEAD OF TIME:
Which anchor will be doing the segment with me?
Do you know you approximate length of the segment (this will help you know how much info to prepare)?
Who should I check in with when I arrive?
What will be the text in my “lower third.” Clarify with them what you want to read on the screen below you. They probably won’t use your url, but you can have your full name or your blog name or your Twitter handle so decide ahead of time. This is where they can “scratch your back” so be sure you put in your two cents.
3. Be prepared. Rehearse what you’re going to say and time yourself. Practice speaking slowly. On-set jitters invariably cause us to