As I was watching Oprah being interviewed in one of her more private moments in 2007 she was asked what she wanted out of her life. She said, "I want more joy!" Then I turned to People magazine and gazed at Nick Lachey divorced from Jessica Simpson with his new girlfriend whom he's living with bi-coastally in NYC and LA and the couple was saying their goals for 2008 included "More peace within themselves."
I find it funny hearing that because from the outside wouldn't you think someone like Oprah Winfrey could have "Joy" picked, purified and delivered to her door? She's so wealthy there is literally nothing she can't buy. But she doesn't have enough joy and neither do most of the Hollywood celebrities we spend our lives obsessing over. Don't pretend you don't do it. We're all guilty to some degree of daydreaming of the lifestyles of the rich and famous. I'm with you. I mean who wouldn't want exotic vacations, lavish homes and staff that caters to their every need? I always seem to think these people have some secret to a more contented life. They always look so happy and thin don't forget thin!
But at the end of the day these "celebs" lay their heads on the pillow and go to sleep in their fancy beds just like we do. Their sheets may just have higher thread count. And here's the revelation folks, "They are no happier than we are in the long run!" I'll take it a step further and say most of them are so caught up in "the Hollywood machine" their anxiety is so high they're actually unhappy. Why do I bring this to your attention now? Why am I bursting your bubble about your favorite stars? Because I think we all need to stop the hero worship just a little bit, and now is the time to make some changes for the New Year.
I don't know what we can do, but if each one of us took a tiny step back and stopped empowering the media I think we'd be better off. Do we really need to encourage entire programs called "Brittany Spears: What Went Wrong?" Listen, I know it's tempting. I watch those shows like a bad train wreck...sometimes I just can't look away. But I'm trying to make myself a promise not to spend my time listening to speculations about celebs trying to figure out "who's the hottest" in 2008. I really don't care. I don't get more joy living vicariously through imperfect although good-looking strangers. I just think I've been brainwashed by too much entertainment news that I just need to know what's going in Justin Timberlake's love life. Do I? Do you? That's just my food for thought as we start out the New Year and think about what real joy means. I think it all boils down to the little poem I learned in 1st grade: Joy=Jesus, then Others, then Myself. (I don't think it means reading all the tabloids in the supermarket line or at the hair salon.) But I'll leave that for you to figure out for yourself.
Happy New Year!
Musings from the clean comedian, blogger, author, actress, motivational speaker, mom, 80s rocker, supermodelwannabe, social butterfly, bargain shopper, Out of the closet Christian in Hollywood.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Happy New Year to Me...Me and Lucy McGehee
Ok admit it, New Year's Eve is anti-climactic. It's this overrated so-called holiday where most of us just make grandiose plans to compensate for the fact that we're obsessing about all we want to accomplish in the new year and all we didn't get done in the one that's passing. We paint on our "Party Smiles" and go to some crowded place and toast with everyone else while secretly wishing we were somewhere else and in some cases with someone else. I know this because for years I've struggled more on this day than any other. It was the cause of many "break downs" evaluating my life and where I was on the journey or my case "Rat Race". If I was single I wished I was married when I was married I wished for a baby and so on. I made 5 pages of detailed resolutions last year in every category of my life from Spiritual to physical and then I lost the notebook. I know I wanted to have a baby in 2007 and also lose 10lbs among other desires. Well this past year I gained 40lbs and one 10.6 oz baby girl.
Instead of going to some lavish party I spent this New Year's Eve with my new daughter. It was me and Lucy McGehee from morning till night. It's actually 5:01AM as I write this. Daddy had to go to Texas so I decided to treat this like a "Snow Day" back when I was a kid. I didn't draw the curtains, I didn't get out of my pj's and Lucy and I had a grand old time watching Lifetime Movies and the Food Channel drifting in and out naps on the couch. It was truly glorious.
Finally at about 4:30 I decided I'd venture out to get us some munchies (ok she's breastfeeding but I didn't want to leave her out of the decision making process. After all she's 9 weeks old). I have to admit most of our trips involved daddy basically doing all the heavy lifting when it comes to car seats, baby slings and strollers. I don't even know how to use our stroller yet unless it's already set up and the baby sling hurts my back. I bought this "wrap" contraption but it's a total mess and when I tried it out it looked like a bad unsafe scarf swaddled around my body and no baby would want to come near it and I don't blame them. I can't believe I spent $70 dollars on that thing just because Tori Spelling had one for her baby! But I was getting hungry so I vowed to myself I could make this trip out alone. I got Lucy in her little "Bear" blanket that I'm sure causes heat rash with all that fur bundled around her in southern California, but I'm a first time mom and I'm obsessed with her being too cold. I got her to the car and with the help of my trusty friend the pacifier she got in her car seat and buckled up and it only took 20 minutes. I'm learning, ok? I spent 10 minutes speculating if the car seat was properly in place before I drove off. Then I realized I didn't bring her sling so I'd have to find a way to carry her in the store. I called my husband in a panic and he told me I could take that car seat thing and put it in the basket. With 10 more minutes of manipulation I got the car seat out and into the shopping cart. I didn't know how I'd fit anything else in there like groceries but I had the baby and we were off. Already I was exhausted. Note to self for first trip out with baby do NOT Venture to the Supermarket at 5:00pm on New Year's eve to fight cart traffic with hundreds of angry savages, I mean shoppers. People were literally jamming the aisles and fighting over the free samples of "Pomegranate Juice" like it was crack cocaine. Ok I was one of them, but that's not the point. I had to show my child the importance of free samples when we shop. It was a mad house and as soon as I'd grab something I'd have to literally stuff it in my purse because her car seat took up the entire cart. This older lady was laughing at me and giving me that "Oh you're new at this " look. She said," Honey, don't you know you can install that car seat on the top of your basket?" I was thinking "Thanks lady, but since you didn't offer to show me how to do it and you're just sitting there smirking I'm going to run you over with my cart and keep stuffing salami in my purse like a shoplifter!" I didn't have time to try to re-install her seat. She was sleeping like a champ through the madness. You'd think these people were preparing for Y2K, whatever that was!
So after an hour of standing in line and $56.00 later I was back in the car driving home. But I kept thinking the car seat wasn't installed correctly so I kept pulling over to make sure the baby wasn't going to fall out of the back seat when I was driving. My cell phone died so I was a nervous wreck. Then I realize it's 7:00pm and my kid hasn't eaten since 3:30. This is a huge no-no and now I was concerned I was starving my child. She's fat as a butterball turkey weighing over 13lbs at 9 weeks but nonetheless, I was convinced she was starving. I, of course, didn't pack any bottles of milk so I was forced to pull into a Fat Burger parking lot and pull the child out of her car seat, which she hated, and into the front passenger seat and breast-feed her in the most awkward of positions. She's so adaptable she fell for it and ate happily for about 5 minutes. I love this kid. She has no idea what she's in for. Then I decided this was ridiculous so I stopped mid-feeding and put her back and drove home to finish feeding her there.
I pulled into my parking garage and realized I had one baby, one diaper bag, one purse and 3 bags of groceries to carry. How did women do this? I don't have a nanny like I always dreamed I would or a personal shopper so it was just me and Lucy and the garage. She was just chillin' in the back seat so I stood back there trying to prioritize what items were refrigerated and needed to be taken inside ASAP. Just then my neighbor Ben pulls in with his friend and I flag him down asking if he can help me. His hands were full of pizza and snacks but he said he'd drop all that off and be right back to help me. I got Lucy out of her seat and began to hold her and sing to her in the garage. I don't know the lyrics to any nursery songs so I usually make something up or revert to something by REO Speed Wagon or Journey because they were comforting to me in my teen years. As I was holding her and Ben was carrying my groceries I started to smell something like burnt popcorn but worse. I didn't know what it was but it was getting worse. Was it Ben? Did something in my bags spoil? The smell became more like bad food and as I examined my bags with my sweet daughter in my hands I felt something warm on the outside of her clothes and I looked down and let's just say "Lucy was expressing herself in free form letting me know her bodily functions were well intact!" This was an intense and large "expression" of her bowel movement abilities and only to be matched when she did the same thing last week on Mommy's new white bed sheets while she was in the middle of diaper changing and talking on the phone. Rookie Mistake.
This foul-smelling explosion was all over the place and I didn't know what to do. Of course then the phone rings and it's Ron and I'm panicking because she always chooses to do these things when he's not home. He calmly told me to take Lucy out of her clothes and get her in the bath. But I hadn't fed her enough. She wasn't bothered by any of this. She's just laying there with the same grin that lady had in the grocery store as if this was somehow funny to her. Ron's telling me" Kerri you can't feed her first. That's gross. You have to wash her off!" I'm saying "Are you sure? Can't I call a neighbor to do this for me? I can't handle this type of clean up alone!" So now I've got the wet slippery baby fully clothed in one hand, phone in the other, on my way to the bathroom but stopping off to warm a bottle of breast milk in the kitchen. I get her in the bathroom and lay her down on the floor on a towel. I realize the bottle is burning in the warmer so I go to leave her and get that. I run back and Ron's talking me through this as if it's a 911 call. He's saying "Kerri, first you need to undress the child. Then you run the water in the baby tub. Then you put the baby in the baby tub using both hands." I got flustered and hung up on him. Where was my mother when I needed her? Georgia, that's way across the country because she thinks California is going to fall into the sea.
So it was just me and Lucy McGehee. I got her bottle and placed it on the counter and it was now scalding hot. I ran the cold water in the sink and dropped it in there. Then I got the tub water all nice and ready and it became readily apparent that I myself had to use the bathroom facilities in a huge way and if I didn't do that immediately we'd both be in trouble. I was after all in a bathroom so this was no problem. Then I realized that the toilet in this bathroom had been broken and was unusable until Ron came home to fix it. Of all days the toilet had to malfunction today! I was like a little kid about to have an "Accident!" I know how Lucy felt but she luckily had a diaper and the luxury of knowing someone would be there to clean her up. I was on my own and it was getting worse. I made a choice and left my laughing child on the towel and bolted like OJ Simpson in the airport to the other bathroom for the fastest trip of my life. I know, I know. Never leave the child, bad parenting 101. I was desperate and she luckily isn't old enough to roll yet. I came back relieved to see her still lying there in all her glory and the smell was so bad it was probably offending all my neighbors. I took off her clothes trying not to get too nauseous at the site and odor. I couldn't stand it so I again took her outfit and hurled it towards our washer next door because I didn't want it in the same room with us. She being the trooper that she is was calm through all of this. The Lord has blessed me with a mellow child because it was the only way we'd both survive. I got her in the tub and did the best I could bathing her and making sure she was all cleaned up. It was quite the scene because my sweater was soaked so I ended up tossing that off as well. So it's me in my sweat pants and nursing bra and her in her bath splashing up a storm kicking like Esther Williams. I tell her she's obviously gifted and already learning to swim. I picture her college scholarship in swimming and allow her to continue soaking me. I take her out finally and drop her all bundled up on the couch and realize she still hasn't eaten enough and now it's 8:10pm.
I managed to find the strength to get a diaper on her and collapse onto the couch and got her to breast-feed with the sounds of "Bobby Flay's Boy Meets Grill" on the TV in the background. Within 5 minutes little Miss Lucy fell fast asleep. I couldn't help but smile. She had a big fat grin on her chubby little face. None of this had phased her at all why should I be surprised? She's just like her daddy "If you feed her and cuddle her she's good to go!" Life is simple when you're 9 weeks old. I could learn a lesson from this girl. We spent the rest of the evening sleeping and watching a Food Channel Marathon. At about 10:00pm when she was done with another feeding, instead of drifting off to sleep as she should have, Lucy decided to perk up and play because she knew mommy needed to laugh and have someone to celebrate with at midnight. I've had a lot of "Midnight celebrations and New Year's kisses", but this one topped them all. We called Daddy on the cell phone and sang and laughed together and Me and Lucy McGehee rang in the New Year just the two of us. Yes, it would have been better if her daddy was with us but he was out making a living for our family so I could enjoy more nights of pure joy and real simple celebration like this one. Not once did I make any resolutions or think about the size of my checkbook or waistline. Me and Lucy McGehee laid on the couch as I munched on peanut butter pretzels and ice cream and soda and she with her breast milk. We were both truly undoubtedly content. Me with my hair frazzled in a sloppy bun and no make up to speak of looked like the most beautiful thing in the world to one young lady and I knew it. Thank you God for miracles like this and giving me hope in all the New Year's past that you know you had a plan for me and it was beyond what I could imagine. You're good God, you're really good! Please help me to remember that as my one real resolution in 2008! You ARE GOOD! Thank you so much!
Instead of going to some lavish party I spent this New Year's Eve with my new daughter. It was me and Lucy McGehee from morning till night. It's actually 5:01AM as I write this. Daddy had to go to Texas so I decided to treat this like a "Snow Day" back when I was a kid. I didn't draw the curtains, I didn't get out of my pj's and Lucy and I had a grand old time watching Lifetime Movies and the Food Channel drifting in and out naps on the couch. It was truly glorious.
Finally at about 4:30 I decided I'd venture out to get us some munchies (ok she's breastfeeding but I didn't want to leave her out of the decision making process. After all she's 9 weeks old). I have to admit most of our trips involved daddy basically doing all the heavy lifting when it comes to car seats, baby slings and strollers. I don't even know how to use our stroller yet unless it's already set up and the baby sling hurts my back. I bought this "wrap" contraption but it's a total mess and when I tried it out it looked like a bad unsafe scarf swaddled around my body and no baby would want to come near it and I don't blame them. I can't believe I spent $70 dollars on that thing just because Tori Spelling had one for her baby! But I was getting hungry so I vowed to myself I could make this trip out alone. I got Lucy in her little "Bear" blanket that I'm sure causes heat rash with all that fur bundled around her in southern California, but I'm a first time mom and I'm obsessed with her being too cold. I got her to the car and with the help of my trusty friend the pacifier she got in her car seat and buckled up and it only took 20 minutes. I'm learning, ok? I spent 10 minutes speculating if the car seat was properly in place before I drove off. Then I realized I didn't bring her sling so I'd have to find a way to carry her in the store. I called my husband in a panic and he told me I could take that car seat thing and put it in the basket. With 10 more minutes of manipulation I got the car seat out and into the shopping cart. I didn't know how I'd fit anything else in there like groceries but I had the baby and we were off. Already I was exhausted. Note to self for first trip out with baby do NOT Venture to the Supermarket at 5:00pm on New Year's eve to fight cart traffic with hundreds of angry savages, I mean shoppers. People were literally jamming the aisles and fighting over the free samples of "Pomegranate Juice" like it was crack cocaine. Ok I was one of them, but that's not the point. I had to show my child the importance of free samples when we shop. It was a mad house and as soon as I'd grab something I'd have to literally stuff it in my purse because her car seat took up the entire cart. This older lady was laughing at me and giving me that "Oh you're new at this " look. She said," Honey, don't you know you can install that car seat on the top of your basket?" I was thinking "Thanks lady, but since you didn't offer to show me how to do it and you're just sitting there smirking I'm going to run you over with my cart and keep stuffing salami in my purse like a shoplifter!" I didn't have time to try to re-install her seat. She was sleeping like a champ through the madness. You'd think these people were preparing for Y2K, whatever that was!
So after an hour of standing in line and $56.00 later I was back in the car driving home. But I kept thinking the car seat wasn't installed correctly so I kept pulling over to make sure the baby wasn't going to fall out of the back seat when I was driving. My cell phone died so I was a nervous wreck. Then I realize it's 7:00pm and my kid hasn't eaten since 3:30. This is a huge no-no and now I was concerned I was starving my child. She's fat as a butterball turkey weighing over 13lbs at 9 weeks but nonetheless, I was convinced she was starving. I, of course, didn't pack any bottles of milk so I was forced to pull into a Fat Burger parking lot and pull the child out of her car seat, which she hated, and into the front passenger seat and breast-feed her in the most awkward of positions. She's so adaptable she fell for it and ate happily for about 5 minutes. I love this kid. She has no idea what she's in for. Then I decided this was ridiculous so I stopped mid-feeding and put her back and drove home to finish feeding her there.
I pulled into my parking garage and realized I had one baby, one diaper bag, one purse and 3 bags of groceries to carry. How did women do this? I don't have a nanny like I always dreamed I would or a personal shopper so it was just me and Lucy and the garage. She was just chillin' in the back seat so I stood back there trying to prioritize what items were refrigerated and needed to be taken inside ASAP. Just then my neighbor Ben pulls in with his friend and I flag him down asking if he can help me. His hands were full of pizza and snacks but he said he'd drop all that off and be right back to help me. I got Lucy out of her seat and began to hold her and sing to her in the garage. I don't know the lyrics to any nursery songs so I usually make something up or revert to something by REO Speed Wagon or Journey because they were comforting to me in my teen years. As I was holding her and Ben was carrying my groceries I started to smell something like burnt popcorn but worse. I didn't know what it was but it was getting worse. Was it Ben? Did something in my bags spoil? The smell became more like bad food and as I examined my bags with my sweet daughter in my hands I felt something warm on the outside of her clothes and I looked down and let's just say "Lucy was expressing herself in free form letting me know her bodily functions were well intact!" This was an intense and large "expression" of her bowel movement abilities and only to be matched when she did the same thing last week on Mommy's new white bed sheets while she was in the middle of diaper changing and talking on the phone. Rookie Mistake.
This foul-smelling explosion was all over the place and I didn't know what to do. Of course then the phone rings and it's Ron and I'm panicking because she always chooses to do these things when he's not home. He calmly told me to take Lucy out of her clothes and get her in the bath. But I hadn't fed her enough. She wasn't bothered by any of this. She's just laying there with the same grin that lady had in the grocery store as if this was somehow funny to her. Ron's telling me" Kerri you can't feed her first. That's gross. You have to wash her off!" I'm saying "Are you sure? Can't I call a neighbor to do this for me? I can't handle this type of clean up alone!" So now I've got the wet slippery baby fully clothed in one hand, phone in the other, on my way to the bathroom but stopping off to warm a bottle of breast milk in the kitchen. I get her in the bathroom and lay her down on the floor on a towel. I realize the bottle is burning in the warmer so I go to leave her and get that. I run back and Ron's talking me through this as if it's a 911 call. He's saying "Kerri, first you need to undress the child. Then you run the water in the baby tub. Then you put the baby in the baby tub using both hands." I got flustered and hung up on him. Where was my mother when I needed her? Georgia, that's way across the country because she thinks California is going to fall into the sea.
So it was just me and Lucy McGehee. I got her bottle and placed it on the counter and it was now scalding hot. I ran the cold water in the sink and dropped it in there. Then I got the tub water all nice and ready and it became readily apparent that I myself had to use the bathroom facilities in a huge way and if I didn't do that immediately we'd both be in trouble. I was after all in a bathroom so this was no problem. Then I realized that the toilet in this bathroom had been broken and was unusable until Ron came home to fix it. Of all days the toilet had to malfunction today! I was like a little kid about to have an "Accident!" I know how Lucy felt but she luckily had a diaper and the luxury of knowing someone would be there to clean her up. I was on my own and it was getting worse. I made a choice and left my laughing child on the towel and bolted like OJ Simpson in the airport to the other bathroom for the fastest trip of my life. I know, I know. Never leave the child, bad parenting 101. I was desperate and she luckily isn't old enough to roll yet. I came back relieved to see her still lying there in all her glory and the smell was so bad it was probably offending all my neighbors. I took off her clothes trying not to get too nauseous at the site and odor. I couldn't stand it so I again took her outfit and hurled it towards our washer next door because I didn't want it in the same room with us. She being the trooper that she is was calm through all of this. The Lord has blessed me with a mellow child because it was the only way we'd both survive. I got her in the tub and did the best I could bathing her and making sure she was all cleaned up. It was quite the scene because my sweater was soaked so I ended up tossing that off as well. So it's me in my sweat pants and nursing bra and her in her bath splashing up a storm kicking like Esther Williams. I tell her she's obviously gifted and already learning to swim. I picture her college scholarship in swimming and allow her to continue soaking me. I take her out finally and drop her all bundled up on the couch and realize she still hasn't eaten enough and now it's 8:10pm.
I managed to find the strength to get a diaper on her and collapse onto the couch and got her to breast-feed with the sounds of "Bobby Flay's Boy Meets Grill" on the TV in the background. Within 5 minutes little Miss Lucy fell fast asleep. I couldn't help but smile. She had a big fat grin on her chubby little face. None of this had phased her at all why should I be surprised? She's just like her daddy "If you feed her and cuddle her she's good to go!" Life is simple when you're 9 weeks old. I could learn a lesson from this girl. We spent the rest of the evening sleeping and watching a Food Channel Marathon. At about 10:00pm when she was done with another feeding, instead of drifting off to sleep as she should have, Lucy decided to perk up and play because she knew mommy needed to laugh and have someone to celebrate with at midnight. I've had a lot of "Midnight celebrations and New Year's kisses", but this one topped them all. We called Daddy on the cell phone and sang and laughed together and Me and Lucy McGehee rang in the New Year just the two of us. Yes, it would have been better if her daddy was with us but he was out making a living for our family so I could enjoy more nights of pure joy and real simple celebration like this one. Not once did I make any resolutions or think about the size of my checkbook or waistline. Me and Lucy McGehee laid on the couch as I munched on peanut butter pretzels and ice cream and soda and she with her breast milk. We were both truly undoubtedly content. Me with my hair frazzled in a sloppy bun and no make up to speak of looked like the most beautiful thing in the world to one young lady and I knew it. Thank you God for miracles like this and giving me hope in all the New Year's past that you know you had a plan for me and it was beyond what I could imagine. You're good God, you're really good! Please help me to remember that as my one real resolution in 2008! You ARE GOOD! Thank you so much!
Monday, November 26, 2007
Best Show on Earth
I'm writing to you live from the "Mommy hood!" That's right our own little 10 pound girl arrive and we're now in survival mode. I'd like to apologize to all the parents out there who tried to warn me. You said showers and date nights would be a thing of the past and I didn't believe you. Ok, you win. I've been in the same bathrobe for weeks and haven't seen the outside world except through that magical box we call the "television".
I hate to admit it but for the past several weeks I've been spending hour after hour laying on the couch during baby feedings basking in the glory of many a mindless sitcom or worse Lifetime mini-series starring some 1980's star. It's been a sort of therapy for me to zone out watching other people's lives.
Today I did something different. When I woke up and had my morning feeding with my new daughter. I just decided not to turn the TV on. As she slept quietly in my arms, I watched her. I studied the way she breathes and moves her lips in her slumber. I prayed, I wept and I thanked God for this most precious gift He's given me. I know these days seem endless and monotonous to new parents like me. But they will soon pass and I will never get them back. How could I trade the best show on earth that's live right in my arms for something Meredith Baxter Bernie is starring in where she murders all 3 of her husbands?
I know the Hollywood writers are on strike and that means "Desperate Housewives" fans are mourning. I would have felt the same way a few months ago about my favorite shows such as "Lost". But now I don't care as much. I have a new attitude about how I'll spend my free time. I'm not saying I'll give up television in some dramatic statement trying to be super mom. Hey, it's the business I've chosen and I hope to continue to be a part of quality projects that whole families can enjoy.
I'm just making a choice that spending time with my loved ones will from now on take more of a priority in my home life. I won't indulge as much in the hours of TV programming that has no value to it at all. It now seems wasteful of my time.
It reminds me of what Jesus said of His return. We will never know the day or the hour. I don't know how many hours I have on this earth with my parents or husband or amazing little Lucy McGehee. I just don't want to miss anything that God has planned for us to enjoy together. I don't want to be the minivan driving parent with the movie screens in back never even talking to her kids. It's tempting, I'm sure.
I vow now to torture my children by making them play dumb car games and sing silly songs on long road trips. I can't tell you much from Sesame Street, which I watched everyday as a child. I can tell you I know all the words to every song Roger Whitaker and ABBA ever wrote because that's who my parents liked and I was not able to control the radio yet. So as I sing my daughter to sleep with "Take a Chance on Me" I smile and think of the many memories I've had with my parents not involving anything but our imaginations and some cheesy song lyrics that I will pass along to my children with great pleasure.
I hate to admit it but for the past several weeks I've been spending hour after hour laying on the couch during baby feedings basking in the glory of many a mindless sitcom or worse Lifetime mini-series starring some 1980's star. It's been a sort of therapy for me to zone out watching other people's lives.
Today I did something different. When I woke up and had my morning feeding with my new daughter. I just decided not to turn the TV on. As she slept quietly in my arms, I watched her. I studied the way she breathes and moves her lips in her slumber. I prayed, I wept and I thanked God for this most precious gift He's given me. I know these days seem endless and monotonous to new parents like me. But they will soon pass and I will never get them back. How could I trade the best show on earth that's live right in my arms for something Meredith Baxter Bernie is starring in where she murders all 3 of her husbands?
I know the Hollywood writers are on strike and that means "Desperate Housewives" fans are mourning. I would have felt the same way a few months ago about my favorite shows such as "Lost". But now I don't care as much. I have a new attitude about how I'll spend my free time. I'm not saying I'll give up television in some dramatic statement trying to be super mom. Hey, it's the business I've chosen and I hope to continue to be a part of quality projects that whole families can enjoy.
I'm just making a choice that spending time with my loved ones will from now on take more of a priority in my home life. I won't indulge as much in the hours of TV programming that has no value to it at all. It now seems wasteful of my time.
It reminds me of what Jesus said of His return. We will never know the day or the hour. I don't know how many hours I have on this earth with my parents or husband or amazing little Lucy McGehee. I just don't want to miss anything that God has planned for us to enjoy together. I don't want to be the minivan driving parent with the movie screens in back never even talking to her kids. It's tempting, I'm sure.
I vow now to torture my children by making them play dumb car games and sing silly songs on long road trips. I can't tell you much from Sesame Street, which I watched everyday as a child. I can tell you I know all the words to every song Roger Whitaker and ABBA ever wrote because that's who my parents liked and I was not able to control the radio yet. So as I sing my daughter to sleep with "Take a Chance on Me" I smile and think of the many memories I've had with my parents not involving anything but our imaginations and some cheesy song lyrics that I will pass along to my children with great pleasure.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
What Everybody's Not Doing In Hollywood!
A few months ago I wrote a piece on the current "Baby Bump" trend in Hollywood and how it's hip to be "round" these days. From Nicole Richie to the newest addition, the beautiful Halle Berry, Hollywood ladies are pregnant and loving it. I turned on the all great and powerful Oprah the other day because her episode was the big "baby announcement" by Halle Berry. In the midst of her joy she proudly declared she found no need to be married to have a baby and Oprah nodded her head accordingly with full support.
Oprah has been with her "Partner Stedman" for over 20 years and she's absolutely opposed to marriage. Stars like Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell & Susan Sarandon and Tim Robbins have been setting the "no marriage" trend for years now. The latest announcement came from comic actor Jim Carey about his romance with Jenny McCarthy. "We're never getting married so we never have to get divorced." I'm sure that's sending a great message to Jenny's 4 year old son.
Speaking of messages, what is this the "summer of free love 1967?" Have we evolved so far as to think that marriage is an outdated cliche? It seems to me that Hollywood is setting the tone that marriage is something only the homosexual community wants to do. The gay stars are thrilled about the prospect of marriage but the traditional male- female couples could take it or leave it.
Now I know I've said this before but we as Christians can't hold non believers to our moral standards because they have no accountability in their lives higher than themselves and maybe their press agents. But does that mean we have to think it's ok for celebrities like Oprah to be championing the un-wed mothers and making it seem "Strong –n- sexy" to be just living together and making babies? I'm sure young people have enough struggles today with all the wrong choices laid out before them. It's got to be confusing for an average young American girl who gets pregnant and feels totally alone and fearful to think "Well Halle Berry can do it. Why can't I?" What's next? Will today's moms "to be" start thinking that having the father in the picture is unnecessary?
I write to you to give you food for thought about what we're taking from Hollywood and how we may be letting those values or lack thereof slowly sink into our everyday consciousness? It's something to think about. We can't let our guard down and we have to just be careful and pray that we're doing the best we can to set a Godly example for our future generations right here at home. That's how we are going to help these kids change the world for God, one conversation at a time.
Kerri Pomarolli is an accomplished actress, published author, contributing writer in many magazines, veteran of television with credits that include The Tonight Show, Comedy Central, General Hospital, ABC, FOX, TBN, CNN Headline News and ABC Family. She tours extensively throughout the U.S. and Canada performing comedy and inspirational speaking. She currently resides in Los Angeles with her husband, comedian Ron McGehee.
Oprah has been with her "Partner Stedman" for over 20 years and she's absolutely opposed to marriage. Stars like Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell & Susan Sarandon and Tim Robbins have been setting the "no marriage" trend for years now. The latest announcement came from comic actor Jim Carey about his romance with Jenny McCarthy. "We're never getting married so we never have to get divorced." I'm sure that's sending a great message to Jenny's 4 year old son.
Speaking of messages, what is this the "summer of free love 1967?" Have we evolved so far as to think that marriage is an outdated cliche? It seems to me that Hollywood is setting the tone that marriage is something only the homosexual community wants to do. The gay stars are thrilled about the prospect of marriage but the traditional male- female couples could take it or leave it.
Now I know I've said this before but we as Christians can't hold non believers to our moral standards because they have no accountability in their lives higher than themselves and maybe their press agents. But does that mean we have to think it's ok for celebrities like Oprah to be championing the un-wed mothers and making it seem "Strong –n- sexy" to be just living together and making babies? I'm sure young people have enough struggles today with all the wrong choices laid out before them. It's got to be confusing for an average young American girl who gets pregnant and feels totally alone and fearful to think "Well Halle Berry can do it. Why can't I?" What's next? Will today's moms "to be" start thinking that having the father in the picture is unnecessary?
I write to you to give you food for thought about what we're taking from Hollywood and how we may be letting those values or lack thereof slowly sink into our everyday consciousness? It's something to think about. We can't let our guard down and we have to just be careful and pray that we're doing the best we can to set a Godly example for our future generations right here at home. That's how we are going to help these kids change the world for God, one conversation at a time.
Kerri Pomarolli is an accomplished actress, published author, contributing writer in many magazines, veteran of television with credits that include The Tonight Show, Comedy Central, General Hospital, ABC, FOX, TBN, CNN Headline News and ABC Family. She tours extensively throughout the U.S. and Canada performing comedy and inspirational speaking. She currently resides in Los Angeles with her husband, comedian Ron McGehee.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Top Ten Worst Places to Take a First Date with a Christian
(This is from Kerri's new book "How to Ruin Your Dating Life", available on amazon.com and bookstores nationwide published by Nav Press)
1. Your ex's wedding.
2. 6 Day Church retreat ...couples only pre-marital getaway.
3. Monastery weekend with full vow of silence.
4. Your church youth group's latest rendition of "Chicago"
5. Your church's senior citizen's latest rendition of "Cats"... Memories...
6. Your long awaited bar mitzvah at age 25.
7. Your flag dancing ministry recital with audience participation.
8. The early bird senior buffet at your grandma's retirement home where all the food has been liquefied.
9. Bingo night at the Catholic Church after Father Willie serves communion.
10. Christian "Rockaroke Karaoke" where you're the host.
11. Your church single's group annual square dancing and hayride festival.
12. "Carmen the Champion" on ice.
13. The local Stryper Cover Band "Stripper" (they are not quite saved).
14. Your parents' basement to watch your old football videos from 7th grade, the one day you got play; followed by your mother's slide show of your naked baby pictures.
15. A relaxing day at your house looking at old photo albums of you and all your ex's, sharing all the gory details of every break up.
16. Your group therapy session "How to get over your spiritual bondages with God".
17. The Christian Star Trek Convention "Live Eternally and Prosper".
1. Your ex's wedding.
2. 6 Day Church retreat ...couples only pre-marital getaway.
3. Monastery weekend with full vow of silence.
4. Your church youth group's latest rendition of "Chicago"
5. Your church's senior citizen's latest rendition of "Cats"... Memories...
6. Your long awaited bar mitzvah at age 25.
7. Your flag dancing ministry recital with audience participation.
8. The early bird senior buffet at your grandma's retirement home where all the food has been liquefied.
9. Bingo night at the Catholic Church after Father Willie serves communion.
10. Christian "Rockaroke Karaoke" where you're the host.
11. Your church single's group annual square dancing and hayride festival.
12. "Carmen the Champion" on ice.
13. The local Stryper Cover Band "Stripper" (they are not quite saved).
14. Your parents' basement to watch your old football videos from 7th grade, the one day you got play; followed by your mother's slide show of your naked baby pictures.
15. A relaxing day at your house looking at old photo albums of you and all your ex's, sharing all the gory details of every break up.
16. Your group therapy session "How to get over your spiritual bondages with God".
17. The Christian Star Trek Convention "Live Eternally and Prosper".
My Ankles and Other Things I Miss
I love this pregnancy stage of my life because it's allowed not only my waistline to expand but also my vocabulary. I'm learning all sorts of new terminology such as the latest term "Cankles!" Yes, I am the proud owner of "Cankles" which can be defined when a woman's ankle and calf meld together in a mass of swollen tissue and her anklebone is no longer recognizable. It's a really pretty. I mean what woman wouldn't t want to glance down and realize her anklebone is completely missing?
I was sitting at my friends house at a bar b que the other day and I felt a tingling sensation in my ankle area. I'm quite used to the fact that in this summer heat my feet can become swollen and I look like a hobbit from Lord of the Rings. I have a term for it. I call it "Frotto Feet!" It freaked me out at first but after talking to 45 friends and looking up 21498175059258 blogs and articles on the subject online I see that swollen feet is a normal occurrence. I don't like it but at least I know I can't die from it. I do refuse to believe the rumors that my feet might actually grow a whole shoe size during pregnancy and not shrink back. That would be a crime of epic proportions on several levels.
First and foremost I love my shoes. To part with them would be such sweet sorrow. I've gone to great lengths to collect my gallery of size 6 ½'s. Second of all, my mother is a size 6 shoe. And on a good day I can squeeze into some of her cute shoes without too much pain. But my mother taught me that beauty and pain sometimes go together and if the shoe hurts we might still want to wear it. Healthy attitude? Probably not! Cute shoes on Kerri? Definitely yes! Like mother like daughter. We've been shoe shopping and bonding since before I could walk. Is it any wonder that my daughter Lucy already owns 47 pairs of shoes and she's not even born yet? No it's not!
I have had to make some adjustments in my choice of shoes during these last months of pregnancy. I've learned my lesson the hard way of course. I didn't think it would be that bad an idea to continue wearing the high heeled red sandals that matched my cute maternity outfits when I was performing on stage standing and kicking for over an hour. Also, I'd be on my feet after shows greeting all the people and signing books looking adorable in my cute high-heeled shoes. It would hit me right about when I sat down in the car that my feet were in such pain and were so swollen I'd barely be able to walk for the next 24 hours. Did I learn this lesson in one night? No way! I tried to change to other types of strappy sandals with less of a heel but still the pain would come so badly at the end of the night I would be forced to think about changing up the shoe wardrobe. It's gotten so bad that last week I had a women's show and I wore these flat black slip-ons my mom gave me and even they were too tight. What's my next step? Nike tennis shoes and a dress? I have a wedding to go to this weekend I have no idea how I will solve this problem. It would be a disgrace to my family name if I didn't wear something cute and strappy with my cute maternity dress. Ron, my husband, has never understood why we women put ourselves through such physical torture to look beautiful and stylish. I think he has a point but I'm not going to admit that to his face. I don't know why we do the things we do either.
So back to my barbeque story, when I looked down and felt the tingling in my ankle area I realized that now not only my feet were looking swollen but so were my ankles. This was something I thought "would never happen to me!" I HAD CANKLES! I saw that my anklebone was missing. I'm serious, missing! I couldn't find it amongst the swollen tissue. My ankle just sort of melded into my calf area in one fatty glob. I started surveying everyone else's ankles in the room (men included) and I could clearly see they had visible anklebones. I did not! This was seriously freaky and I ran to the bathroom to think this situation over. I remember my friend Rene telling me about this odd occurrence. Even though it happened to her and some of my friends I still wasn't happy to be joining that pregnancy elite club. Who wants CANKLES? They're ugly! They're even a bit painful at times. I thought this through in the bathroom and remembered the only advice I'd heard to combat this issue was to "have the baby" and then the swelling would go away. It's not like you can really massage the fluid away. That's what's really going on. It's fluid that's collected down at the bottom of your legs for some reason. I think it's because we have different circulation when we're pregnant from carrying all that extra weight. I don't know the scientific answer. I also heard that elevating your feet as much as possible could help reduce swelling. My Dr. friend says that when you elevate your feet its best if they are as high as possible even above your heart. I've tried to do this but honestly..."how much reality TV can I watch in one sitting?" I keep getting up to do things and organize and clean. So if possible kick up your feet and enjoy some Nick at Night re runs or whatever suites your fancy. Tell your hubby to make dinner because you're doing this "for the baby!" Oh yeah, tell him that doing laundry is causing the swelling to get worse as well so he better start learning to separate whites from darks as soon as possible. If this ploy works for you. Please contact me immediately. I want to shake your hand!
I was sitting at my friends house at a bar b que the other day and I felt a tingling sensation in my ankle area. I'm quite used to the fact that in this summer heat my feet can become swollen and I look like a hobbit from Lord of the Rings. I have a term for it. I call it "Frotto Feet!" It freaked me out at first but after talking to 45 friends and looking up 21498175059258 blogs and articles on the subject online I see that swollen feet is a normal occurrence. I don't like it but at least I know I can't die from it. I do refuse to believe the rumors that my feet might actually grow a whole shoe size during pregnancy and not shrink back. That would be a crime of epic proportions on several levels.
First and foremost I love my shoes. To part with them would be such sweet sorrow. I've gone to great lengths to collect my gallery of size 6 ½'s. Second of all, my mother is a size 6 shoe. And on a good day I can squeeze into some of her cute shoes without too much pain. But my mother taught me that beauty and pain sometimes go together and if the shoe hurts we might still want to wear it. Healthy attitude? Probably not! Cute shoes on Kerri? Definitely yes! Like mother like daughter. We've been shoe shopping and bonding since before I could walk. Is it any wonder that my daughter Lucy already owns 47 pairs of shoes and she's not even born yet? No it's not!
I have had to make some adjustments in my choice of shoes during these last months of pregnancy. I've learned my lesson the hard way of course. I didn't think it would be that bad an idea to continue wearing the high heeled red sandals that matched my cute maternity outfits when I was performing on stage standing and kicking for over an hour. Also, I'd be on my feet after shows greeting all the people and signing books looking adorable in my cute high-heeled shoes. It would hit me right about when I sat down in the car that my feet were in such pain and were so swollen I'd barely be able to walk for the next 24 hours. Did I learn this lesson in one night? No way! I tried to change to other types of strappy sandals with less of a heel but still the pain would come so badly at the end of the night I would be forced to think about changing up the shoe wardrobe. It's gotten so bad that last week I had a women's show and I wore these flat black slip-ons my mom gave me and even they were too tight. What's my next step? Nike tennis shoes and a dress? I have a wedding to go to this weekend I have no idea how I will solve this problem. It would be a disgrace to my family name if I didn't wear something cute and strappy with my cute maternity dress. Ron, my husband, has never understood why we women put ourselves through such physical torture to look beautiful and stylish. I think he has a point but I'm not going to admit that to his face. I don't know why we do the things we do either.
So back to my barbeque story, when I looked down and felt the tingling in my ankle area I realized that now not only my feet were looking swollen but so were my ankles. This was something I thought "would never happen to me!" I HAD CANKLES! I saw that my anklebone was missing. I'm serious, missing! I couldn't find it amongst the swollen tissue. My ankle just sort of melded into my calf area in one fatty glob. I started surveying everyone else's ankles in the room (men included) and I could clearly see they had visible anklebones. I did not! This was seriously freaky and I ran to the bathroom to think this situation over. I remember my friend Rene telling me about this odd occurrence. Even though it happened to her and some of my friends I still wasn't happy to be joining that pregnancy elite club. Who wants CANKLES? They're ugly! They're even a bit painful at times. I thought this through in the bathroom and remembered the only advice I'd heard to combat this issue was to "have the baby" and then the swelling would go away. It's not like you can really massage the fluid away. That's what's really going on. It's fluid that's collected down at the bottom of your legs for some reason. I think it's because we have different circulation when we're pregnant from carrying all that extra weight. I don't know the scientific answer. I also heard that elevating your feet as much as possible could help reduce swelling. My Dr. friend says that when you elevate your feet its best if they are as high as possible even above your heart. I've tried to do this but honestly..."how much reality TV can I watch in one sitting?" I keep getting up to do things and organize and clean. So if possible kick up your feet and enjoy some Nick at Night re runs or whatever suites your fancy. Tell your hubby to make dinner because you're doing this "for the baby!" Oh yeah, tell him that doing laundry is causing the swelling to get worse as well so he better start learning to separate whites from darks as soon as possible. If this ploy works for you. Please contact me immediately. I want to shake your hand!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Let Us Eat Cake (And anything else we want too)
I say let every woman decide for herself within reasonable means what she will or will not put in her body. I'm sick of other women telling me if I don't eat certain foods or consume certain oils my kid is going to come out wrong
I have a confession to make. I think the kids that are raised on all that health food and a totally "organic diet" are going to turn out weird! Wait, just hear me out. If you don't give your child chocolate and he or she doesn't know the delectable taste of frosted cake icing or ice cream for example, what do you think is going to happen when you drop them off at their friend's birthday party when they're 4? You think all the other kids in the neighborhood are serving organic carob cake with no additives? No way, the other kid's mom got out the Duncan Hines cake mix and frosting and globbed it on for all the little kiddies to go home in a sugar induced coma. That's what American moms do. So my theory is to start introducing these foods while they're in the womb and gradually when they're born. I'm not saying I'm putting chocolate syrup in the formula but you can better believe this kid is going to eat some sugar before she's 3!
I think food is a hot topic for me because eating is one of my favorite pastimes. My husband and I are champion eaters of just about every cuisine. In our free time we don't hike or bike or do ceramics but we can clean up at the world's finest buffets with the best of them. We always plan our vacations around the food where we'll be going. Vegas is a draw for us not because of the gambling but because of the many wonderful options that have our favorite words on the sign "All you can eat $9.99." I get this from my upbringing and hope to pass it onto my child. I will not do what my parents did to me and make her stand in line for the 12 and under when she's 19. My dad would say "Just go get some crab legs honey and give them to mommy for her purse. We'll be in the car waiting!" My parents taught me these cardinal buffet rules that our family abided by when I was very young:
1. Salad is for sissies and hippies. It's wasted space in your stomach and on your plate.
2. Go directly for the crab legs if they have them or shrimp of any kind to really get your money's worth.
3. Always get 4 desserts or more. It's free and you can taste some of all of them.
4. Don't waste your calories on those fancy cheese cubes and crackers it's a ploy to divert your attention from the prime rib carving station or the baked ham.
5. If you think you're full, get one more plate of food. Mom's plastic bag in her purse will take home your leftovers.
6. Condiments are meant to be stolen off your table if they're in packets. They make lovely gifts.
7. Try to eat before 5:00pm that will get you the "early bird special".
8. Casinos have the best buffets even if you don't gamble. We spent last Christmas celebrating Jesus' birth eating at Pachango casino buffet with all the other chain smoking gambling sinners.
9. Gluttony is not a sin if you're at a buffet. God understands and He will forgive you this time. He after all invented buffets.
10. Pace yourself because they can't kick you out. Legally they can't, because we fought the battle in court and we won. Stay for 4 hours...be free people! Have your crab legs and eat them too!
Well this time honored traditions will definitely upheld with our children and hopefully their children and their children's children. Man, just thinking about all this wonderful buffet food is making me hungry. My mom called yesterday and was asking if we could go back to the Pachanga buffet for Christmas dinner this year. I 'm not sure if we can take a 2-month-old baby into a casino but apparently my mother is willing to try.
My ever-loving husband has been asked to be a "weight loss spokesperson" for a new health and wellness company called Thinergetics. We love this company and they have a proven track record of getting people well from disease and also getting that unhealthy weight off. The thing is he's on a 90 day-diet detox program where he has to give up wheat, dairy, sugar, and anything with brewers yeast in it, which includes vinegars and dressings.
Our baby is due in less than 90 days and he is on this hard-core re balancing diet for his health while he watches his wife crave massive amounts of sugar. He's such a trooper because he believes in the program he's not cheating at all. I don't know how he does it. So to support him I try not to eat all the crazy sugar stuff in front of him. I hide my candy in my purse and place my real ice cream behind his "Soylicious Non Dairy Frozen Treats!" So far he's been strong but there's a part of me that hopes he's not going to lose his mind one night and invade my "special pregnancy" cabinet and go nuts with all the M&M's and peanut butter cookies. I should probably child proof that cabinet immediately I do believe health food is good for kids in moderation. I just think I might have some "mommy foods" still stashed around the house for late night "mommy feedings" when she's not looking. She can have a cookie but mommy will still need her own private stash.
Is that wrong? I mean I don't want to instill the bad habits of eating cocoa puff cereal for breakfast lunch and dinner into my daughter's brain until she's at least in college. It's totally okay to eat cereal all 3 meals because its cost efficient and all that sugar gets you hyped up for the all night study sessions.
So all in all I'm preparing my game plan when it comes to what I'll be eating and what my child will be eating. This is another way for me to pass the time in the wee hours of the night. I'm sure everything will go exactly according to plan in this area. I know, I hear you out there laughing out loud. Let me live in my pre-child rearing bubble a little while longer would you?
I'm going to get bite to eat!
I have a confession to make. I think the kids that are raised on all that health food and a totally "organic diet" are going to turn out weird! Wait, just hear me out. If you don't give your child chocolate and he or she doesn't know the delectable taste of frosted cake icing or ice cream for example, what do you think is going to happen when you drop them off at their friend's birthday party when they're 4? You think all the other kids in the neighborhood are serving organic carob cake with no additives? No way, the other kid's mom got out the Duncan Hines cake mix and frosting and globbed it on for all the little kiddies to go home in a sugar induced coma. That's what American moms do. So my theory is to start introducing these foods while they're in the womb and gradually when they're born. I'm not saying I'm putting chocolate syrup in the formula but you can better believe this kid is going to eat some sugar before she's 3!
I think food is a hot topic for me because eating is one of my favorite pastimes. My husband and I are champion eaters of just about every cuisine. In our free time we don't hike or bike or do ceramics but we can clean up at the world's finest buffets with the best of them. We always plan our vacations around the food where we'll be going. Vegas is a draw for us not because of the gambling but because of the many wonderful options that have our favorite words on the sign "All you can eat $9.99." I get this from my upbringing and hope to pass it onto my child. I will not do what my parents did to me and make her stand in line for the 12 and under when she's 19. My dad would say "Just go get some crab legs honey and give them to mommy for her purse. We'll be in the car waiting!" My parents taught me these cardinal buffet rules that our family abided by when I was very young:
1. Salad is for sissies and hippies. It's wasted space in your stomach and on your plate.
2. Go directly for the crab legs if they have them or shrimp of any kind to really get your money's worth.
3. Always get 4 desserts or more. It's free and you can taste some of all of them.
4. Don't waste your calories on those fancy cheese cubes and crackers it's a ploy to divert your attention from the prime rib carving station or the baked ham.
5. If you think you're full, get one more plate of food. Mom's plastic bag in her purse will take home your leftovers.
6. Condiments are meant to be stolen off your table if they're in packets. They make lovely gifts.
7. Try to eat before 5:00pm that will get you the "early bird special".
8. Casinos have the best buffets even if you don't gamble. We spent last Christmas celebrating Jesus' birth eating at Pachango casino buffet with all the other chain smoking gambling sinners.
9. Gluttony is not a sin if you're at a buffet. God understands and He will forgive you this time. He after all invented buffets.
10. Pace yourself because they can't kick you out. Legally they can't, because we fought the battle in court and we won. Stay for 4 hours...be free people! Have your crab legs and eat them too!
Well this time honored traditions will definitely upheld with our children and hopefully their children and their children's children. Man, just thinking about all this wonderful buffet food is making me hungry. My mom called yesterday and was asking if we could go back to the Pachanga buffet for Christmas dinner this year. I 'm not sure if we can take a 2-month-old baby into a casino but apparently my mother is willing to try.
My ever-loving husband has been asked to be a "weight loss spokesperson" for a new health and wellness company called Thinergetics. We love this company and they have a proven track record of getting people well from disease and also getting that unhealthy weight off. The thing is he's on a 90 day-diet detox program where he has to give up wheat, dairy, sugar, and anything with brewers yeast in it, which includes vinegars and dressings.
Our baby is due in less than 90 days and he is on this hard-core re balancing diet for his health while he watches his wife crave massive amounts of sugar. He's such a trooper because he believes in the program he's not cheating at all. I don't know how he does it. So to support him I try not to eat all the crazy sugar stuff in front of him. I hide my candy in my purse and place my real ice cream behind his "Soylicious Non Dairy Frozen Treats!" So far he's been strong but there's a part of me that hopes he's not going to lose his mind one night and invade my "special pregnancy" cabinet and go nuts with all the M&M's and peanut butter cookies. I should probably child proof that cabinet immediately I do believe health food is good for kids in moderation. I just think I might have some "mommy foods" still stashed around the house for late night "mommy feedings" when she's not looking. She can have a cookie but mommy will still need her own private stash.
Is that wrong? I mean I don't want to instill the bad habits of eating cocoa puff cereal for breakfast lunch and dinner into my daughter's brain until she's at least in college. It's totally okay to eat cereal all 3 meals because its cost efficient and all that sugar gets you hyped up for the all night study sessions.
So all in all I'm preparing my game plan when it comes to what I'll be eating and what my child will be eating. This is another way for me to pass the time in the wee hours of the night. I'm sure everything will go exactly according to plan in this area. I know, I hear you out there laughing out loud. Let me live in my pre-child rearing bubble a little while longer would you?
I'm going to get bite to eat!
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