Italian Film Star Reads!

I had so much fun — and others seemed to like — the first “Italian Film Star” that I thought I would reprise the genre.  It still fits as my adorable, joy of my life STILL wakes me up at night.  I can barely write this intro as last night was a doozy.

I went to him when he called for me at 11:50pm. I was too tired to remember I should let him put himself back to sleep.  He flapped around my bed, I begged for mercy.  “‘Please stop kicking mommy.”

NO use. I just walked to the open bed in the house and went to sleep there.  He had won, he had seized the king bed.

Please enjoy this one. I thought it was fun.


My first professional job in broadcasting (which means I got paid) was doing the local cutaways — i.e., news for a National Public Radio station.  I had a split shift, so I either had to get up at 4am and be done with work at 10am or go from 2pm to 7pm.  M/W/F I did the am’s, T/TH the afternoons.  Sometimes I had both shifts.  It was exhausting.  But I was very excited for the gig and the opportunity.  I still listen to NPR.  I was once on the Tavis Smiley show — twice actually — and the part of my stand up he liked the most is when I made fun of NPR.  Since NPR got in hot water recently, I thought I would trot some of this material out.

The Mid Morning Show with Cool Mom

I’ll be honest, NBC offered me and Rex the 10pm slot, but in the meeting Rex rolled his eyes. I read his mind. Who wants to watch a talk show at 10pm?  So, we passed, Leno took it, rest is history.  I said I’d go head to head with “The View” gals though.  I used to love them, but, come on, Joy is the only funny/smart one.  Sherri Shepard, not funny, not that smart.  Elizabeth Hasselback is more interesting.  Whoopi, um, I just miss Rosie.  Are cue cards still a surprise for her?

Rex loves Regis, so we were sort of thinking that with a little Kimmel for our show.  Here is just a teaser.

Neighbor’s Trash Cans

Neighbors do matter. If you have some noisy, trashy neighbor who kicks your dog and makes inappropriate comments when you wear shorts in the summer, it’s a major problem. When you live on a block or in a building with strangers who don’t know or care to know who you are, the world feels like a lonely place.

I’m a person who likes to know my neighbors. It helps me feel grounded and connected to a sense of place.  It’s easy to keep to yourself; it’s harder to introduce yourself to a stranger who lives near you. Fortunately, our last move found us on a block with some nice people. People who come to my kids’ birthday parties, people who know when we take a trip and we know when they do. Best of all, one household have become what Mark calls “A-List” friends.

I even phoned them with a breakfast emergency the other morning. “What is it?” my neighbor asked. Not in an annoyed way, but that she knew there was a purpose to the call. “I’m out of oatmeal.” I go through breakfast streaks, and right now it’s oatmeal with fresh and/or dried fruit and nuts. So, I thought I would have the DT’s if I didn’t get me some oatmeal. She met me in the street with a Ziploc of oats. A friend in need…

But that is not the kind of neighbor that inspired this vid. Some neighbor etiquette needs to be observed. Some aren’t parking their car on their lawn, yet, annoying nonetheless.

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Back Stage: Imagination Movers

I super caved and bought the most expensive tickets possible for Imagination Movers in concert.  I kept thinking this year Vivien would grow out of them, but no, she asked every week.  When I saw for an upcharge you can get up close ( we were in nose bleeds last year) and meet the Movers I acted like the groupie mom I am.  I did finagle a tiny, tiny discount through a friend, but what the heck. You are only 5 once!

I took Vivien and her best friend. The Movers show was much better than last year.  It was in a bigger venue as well.  What made the show better this year?

1) They had an idea emergency.  Last year was more free form.  I kept thinking, arent’ they going to solve something soon?  Gave the show some structure

2) Nina.  She is front and center for a lot of the show.  The little girls love her!!  She isn’t wearing her pedal pushers anymore though.  Disney has given her a hand me down from mini and she sports a  red and white polka dot dress.  Bring back the capri’s I say.
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3) Wherehouse mouse made a cameo.   Of course we needed where house mouse.  What, was he holding out for more money last year?
4) The Movers came in to the audience more.  They really worked it.  Vivien took off ( from row 7 thank you) and would gather around when a Mover- or Nina- came into the crowd. Rich patted her head.  We were both pretty excited.

5) Songs for the old folks.  As part of the encore they played a medley of some pop songs, U2, etc.  Nina can sing, think Smitty is the weakest vocalist, but they all play well.

Flaws?  Where’s Uncle Knit Knots?

After the show I did as the slip of paper that was in my tickets directed and looked for the Mover Reception.  It had said, “go downstairs”. I asked an usher where to go.  I must have looked like a VIP because he directed us toward a reception in a back lounge.  We waited a short while and then the Movers came in.  It was a pretty small reception.  I thought, really, more parents didn’t pay for this?  I noticed that the Movers seemed to know some of the people there. Then I noticed there were no snacks.  Since I and my kid and her friend always want to eat I started asking where is the food?  A worker said, “Oh, that’s at the other reception.”

“Well, what is this?”

” This is just for Sony.” she said.  Oh, right, I work for Sony ( not).

Quick let’s meet the Movers before they figure out we don’t belong.  Vivien’s friend held back, but Viv went right up to Rich.  She looks at me to close the deal.a href=”” title=”100_4581 by, on Flickr”>100_4581

“Hey, Rich, my girl would love a picture.”  He was very nice.  We talked to him about shooting in New Orleans, where he has five kids.

“How did Disney find you?”

“They saw us playing at Jazz fest”.  Good idea Disney scout person

Then Scott.  Snap.
mover scott
Me: “Weren’t you a pre school teacher?”
Scott:  “no, 4,5 and 6”  He turned to Vivien “can you imagine if I was your teacher?” like that was a silly idea. Silly AWESOME.

Me: “She was just saying she wishes you were her teacher”.  Then I had to ask what was consuming me.

“Where is Uncle Knit Knots?”  ( not just me wonders ) Scott did one of the faces when you are still smiling, but you are thinking about something not smiley.  “he isn’t on the show anymore.”

WHAT?  Then I realized he hasn’t been in the lastest episodes.

“Oh, that’s too bad.  We like Uncle Knits Knots.” (later I found there is a discussion board on Facebook about the “where’s Uncle Knits Knots?” question. It’s the “who shot J.R. of the preschool set)

Vivien, ” Yeah, cause he is boring.”

Then Dave, who is another super sweet guy.  He has a daughter named Vivian ( with an A, not our E). I said,

“great show”

Dave, ” yeah?”

“Oh, yeah, way better than last year”

Dave, “really?”

me: “yeah, way better.”
Mover Dave

Dave, “well, don’t make it sound like last year was bad.”

I chuckled and enumerated the ways that it was better.

Dave ” yeah, everyone kept asking for Warehouse Mouse.”

I decided to push for more info the beige Uncle.   “But, we did want to see Uncle Knits Knock.”  He gave that same face that Scott gave.

I pounced ” Is there bad blood with Uncle Knits Knock, was he hard to work with?  Did he not want to go to New Orleans to tape?”  I’m a Sony friend, I can ask!

” No, we all parted friends.  He has been acting for years ”  I know I recognized him.  ” He makes a cameo in our TV concert.

Then we talked to Nina, really the holy grail for 5 year old girls.  When Vivien tucked into her for the picture “Nina” ( played by Wendy) cooed, “oh, what a sweetheart”.
We talked for a few minutes.  Yes, she lives in New Orleans for 6 months while they film and then comes to LA for her acting career.  My own Hollywood shuffle and all that I have known passed through my brain.  I thought, “oh, stick with the rocking kid show.” But, I didn’t and you can’t tell people that the grass is not usually greener and sometimes it is better to settle.  Who would believe me, except maybe Susan Lucci?

A hug from Smitty and the day was complete.
mover smitty
But, wait, just as we were leaving who shows up?  The train guy and the train lady. “chugga,chugga, chu, chu”. They had opened for the Movers.  Nice people, and he started break dancing right after we took the picture.
choo choo

Best concert since The Pretenders.

NBA Naps

Yes, I know it’s the NCAA’s right now, but had to put my two cents in on this NBA nap kerfuffle.

Rex is still doing periodic “mommy!” pleas in the middle of the night.  When I’m not strong enough to put a pillow over my head and chant “Ferber, Ferber” as I try to go back to sleep, my next day is shot. He is not easy to get back down. And men, with their hearts, they need to rest the ticker. Also, if someone works overnight they can increase their heart problems. So, if a basketball player played overnight and was woken up by – okay, maybe not a kid, but – a groupie spending the night who wants to get some more action before the break of dawn, yes, they would need a nap.

Do we need to have a march for nappers’ rights?  Is that goofy eyed Wisconsin Governor stopping these as well?

Also, if I ever make you chuckle can you VOTE for me?  I stumbled across this poll/contest/promotional vehicle. It’s about funny mom bloggers.  I will say I have discovered some other funny gals by going down the list.

Volunteering at School Lunch

Oh, the best laid plans.  I volunteer a fair bit at my daughter’s school, but one day I did hot lunch.  (It’s a shift I had to give up because it fell during Rex’s nap time. I would drive over to the school with him, he would fall asleep and I would spend an hour plus sitting in my car with him, not helping out.)

Surely, my daughter would be happy to see her mother nearby. Her mother involved in her school. In her LIFE.  It’s not like she is a teenager, cringing as I help out at every available event in her high school (which I will do if I am underemployed like now).  She is in kindergarten. Oh, what fun this will be!

My home is a stand-in for the school.