24 Sunday Feb 2013
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22 Friday Feb 2013
Posted in recipe, Uncategorized
It’s national margarita day so I’m going to tell you how to make the best one person serving of oatmeal. Sure that doesn’t seem to make sense but you can’t have a margarita for breakfast can you? Start the morning off right with a delicious warm breakfast and your stomach will be set up for a tequila based celebration in the evening (or noon-ish — no judgement).
A week or so ago my friend mentioned to me that she was trying to eat healthier and switched to oatmeal for breakfast. Although she likes it she isn’t happy that it is sometimes mushy. I realized later that I should have shared my oatmeal making technique so instead I’m sharing it with all of you! To be honest I read how to make oatmeal this way on a blog years ago, but I can’t remember exactly where so let’s just pretend it all came from my genius brain. Ignore the instructions on the back of the cylindar container and do this instead.
Full disclaimer – I really like oats. If a recipe calls for oats I’m adding a double batch. If a recipe doesn’t call for oats there is a good chance I’m adding them anyway (ex: Nutella Cookie here – http://wp.me/p159Ee-89). You won’t like this unless you like oats but if you don’t like oats why are you even thinking about eating oatmeal … weirdo!
Step 1. – Grab yourself a mug, Disney character optional, and fill it a tiny bit with water. Just a bit (up to my finger in the picture).
Step 2. – Stick that baby into the microwave and heat for 60-90 seconds. Yes, my microwave is on top of my fridge. Yes, that does make it sometimes difficult to deal with. I didn’t judge you for drinking at noon, back off! Of course this is just one way to get some hot water in a mug but there are other options. Turning up your water heater really high and just waiting for the water out of the tap to get super-duper hot is an option. Waiting until you get to your office and then using that pre-hot water nozel thing that is oddly difficult to figure out, is an option. Going old school and using a kettle is an option. Whatever tickles your fancy will work just fine.
Step 3. – Grab some oats. DON’T use the instant oats. Instant oats are disgusting. Those single bag instant servings are disgusting. Grab real whole oats and spoon them into your mug until you have enough that they almost reach the top of the water. Then stir them some, leave them be for a while (doesn’t have to be long, go get your step 4 ingredients ready), then stir them some more.
Step 4. – Add whatever yummies you feel you and your oatmeal deserve. Milk (Hot tip for single folks or folks that think milk is gross and don’t use it that often, I fall into both of these categories, buy organic milk and it will last longer. Seems counterintuitive but it’s true), brown sugar, regular sugar, raisins (Not my go to as my house is a raisin/grape free zone. These food items are very dangerous for dogs. Something in the raisin, and grape although less horrible, causes dogs kidney’s to shut down and renal failure. There is no real treatment and they don’t even really know why it happens. If a dog eats raisins the only option is to get them to throw up as much as possible then put them on an IV for 24-48 hours in the hope that you can flush out enough of the bad stuff before it causes real damage. I know this because I have a large vet bill with this treatment on it.), pieces of apple, berries, or my favorite milk chocolate chips all add a yummy punch to your already delicious meal!
There you go as simple as one, two and three (and four). No need to eat mushy oatmeal ever again. “But Wendy,” you say, “isn’t this just the same way you make instant oatmeal but instead you are using non-instant oats?” Yes. I realize it doesn’t seem like it can make that big of a difference but it does. Try it and let me know.
21 Thursday Feb 2013
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Advertiser, Advertising, Agency, DVR, podcast, VOD, work
(This picture has nothing to do with this topic. I just thought you’d like it.)
During my life I’ve done a ton of work around advertising research and insight. One of my good friends works on the production of TV ads. This leads to a number of colorful conversations of us not agreeing. Starting with the basics … I love good commercials. I really do. A 30 second spot is truly the perfect little bite for my brain. When I worked with advertising agencies I would watch commercials, I’d read the trades, and I truly cared about those 30 seconds of messaging. Once I got a DVR the need to pay attention to those commercial breaks became less important. After getting out of the business I no longer needed to watch them at all. This is our first constant “conversation” (not fight — that would be petty of us). I DO NOT believe any data that says people with DVRs still watch commercials on a regular basis. I mean seriously … come on! My friend demands he does so people still do. Then I have to point out that he works in the business so of course he watches them but there is no shooting crew in Idaho. That audience has less invested personally into those breaks that a push of a button can make disappear or at least zoom by faster.
This brings up one of my most passionate debates (not with this friend but just in general) … bad (or worse no) research. When an agency hires someone to do research on their commercial concept they want it to score well. They don’t want to go back to the client and say, “wow we thought we had these great ideas, you liked them, we liked them, but apparently no one else does so we need to come up with some new thoughts.” Because they want it to do well, because they are paying for this research, and because those they are paying want their client to be happy, the ad tests well. Bad research! How do they get away with this? The survey is built to lead a respondent to the answers they are looking for. The pool of respondents aren’t really representative of the national consumer. Finally, overall almost any data can be read in a way to pull out only the positives. Then everyone buys into it because after all “the numbers don’t lie.” Any brand owner who allows their agency to do their own research is making a mistake.
This leads me to the advertiser. The final client. My friend and I have different opinions on why a commercial is boring or ineffective (Actually we are really just basing our argument on if it is entertaining or not. We aren’t running effectiveness testing for every ad we see.). He says it is a lack of creativity by the agency while I say it is because the agency has to make the final client happy and those folks aren’t creative and/or have strict company branding guidelines, etc. I suppose it could be both and our opinions are based on the work we have done and what we have seen. In my experience the company gets in its own way. Well, some folks with Sr., Executive, or a C in their title get in the way. I’ve consulted with a major insurance company whose company brand guidelines were so strict it made it nearly impossible for them to keep up with how innovative their competitors were being in the different advertising media. I’ve also had a financial institution, who purchased a huge TV spot placement, ask me to tell them how many new accounts got signed up just because someone saw the ad. Really … am I a witch? How exactly do you think I would be able to find out this information? The only way is to force everyone who signs up for an account, after the spot has aired, to take a survey asking why they became a client. Even that won’t work as most will write things like, “my wife has been hounding me to think about our future” not ” your ad on TV was thought-provoking, honest, and sincere.” Companies have ridiculous ideas on what their TV advertising will do. Your goal, especially in buying a high-profile TV real estate, is to increase awareness, loyalty and preference of your brand so when the customer is looking to buy what you sell he/she thinks of you first.
None of this makes any difference if consumers aren’t watching your ads in the first place. TV ads are being fast forwarded through (despite what my friend and the ad trades seem to think), radio ads are notoriously boring, computer ads won’t keep someone’s attention since they can be avoided as easily as opening a new window, OOH (out of home / billboards) can only do so much, what is an advertiser to do? Glad you asked! If I was an advertiser I’d put my money on VOD and podcasts.
Podcasts – Find the ones whose listening audience align with your target consumer and start sponsoring. This is a loyal audience who is dedicated to listening to the host of the show. Live reads (or as live as they get) by these hosts are gold. Some podcasts have a cult like following. Use that to your advantage.
VOD (Video on Demand) – I really can’t explain to you how much I adore VOD. When I was in research I’d plead with anyone involved in the medium to please please please fix it. It’s hard to find, the menus are difficult to navigate and there is no easy way to see what is available. Still … I love it. I just think if someone took a little time to fix it up it would be beyond genius. If you build it they will come. Advertisements on VOD have changed a bit recently, which annoy me, but should make advertisers happy. The biggest change is that most major broadcast networks will not allow you to fast forward. That’s right advertisers …. YOU CAN’T FAST FORWARD. Here is the problem … the ads right now are horribly and tragically boring. Either the same ads that originally ran with the program are included or one/two ads play over and over and over and over. To make your ads work here you need to think about who is watching and when. Dated ads won’t work. If I’m watching a show delayed by a week after its’ original air date, I’ve already missed that Toyota Tent Sale. Do you know what is more annoying than being forced to watch boring ads? Being forced to watch boring ads that are so old they no longer even apply. Finally, don’t play the same ad over and over and over. You’ve now pissed me off. There is research to support that this just isn’t my reaction but I’m too lazy to go find it. You will just have to believe me. Here is where I have to give it to my friend. He said that advertisers should do a series of ads. BRILLIANT! Yes! VOD should have a sponsor per show and all ads should either be promos for that network or a series of ongoing advertiser ads that tell a cohesive story. Then it is almost like the program itself is breaking up the story of the featured advertiser, not the other way around.
Sometimes my friend is smart but please don’t tell him I said that. It will make my next heated advertising conversation with him that much harder to win.
19 Tuesday Feb 2013
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Last Friday Riggins and I went up the hill with our friend Krissy. As we huffed and puffed Krissy explained to me how she is often amazed at how beautiful Runyon is and then remembers she hates exercise and grits her teeth, puts her head down to help focus, and curses violently. I told her that it was the same for me and not just on the hill but with any activity that causes me to sweat. She was shocked, based on the number of activities I do and how often, she assumed I loved all of it. Nope. There is always a point where the euphoria of doing something good for me wears off and I’m left with my head down cursing the world. The “sport” I have the biggest love/hate relationship is cycling.
Actually to call what I do cycling is a bit over dramatic. I ride my bike. That’s about as far as it gets. I’ve never loved biking but started going out on a regular basis when I was training for my first triathlon. Since then, when not in serious “get ready for a race” gear, I try to go out “for fun” once in a while. When you tell someone you have done triathlons (sprints — that’s key — the shortest of the tri sports) they will eventually tell you that the only leg they could/want to do is the bike. I’m the exact opposite. If there was a way to ditch the bike leg for another lap around the lake I’d be extremely happy. There are a number of reasons the bike is my least favorite of the tri spots. First of all, I don’t really care. As you know my goal is to finish the race and not die. If I cared more I’d try harder. Secondly I don’t have a racing bike. I have an adorable and perfectly acceptable hybrid (my bike – http://papa-wheelies.com/product/10specialized-womens-ariel-9152.htm). The bike cost me exactly $0 but a ton of American Express points. Biking in a triathlon would be a lot easier in a better and more expensive bike. Problem is I can’t stomach spending thousands of dollars on a form of transportation I’m not in love with. Finally, I don’t clip in. Clipping in means that your special biking shoes are clipped in or attached to the pedals of your bike. This allows you to maximize your effort by passing energy into the bike when you push down AND pull up your legs. I’m essentially having to work harder since I waste my up leg motion.
All of that being said I do enjoy heading out on my bike, zooming around, and pretending I’m as fast as the once illustrious Mr. Armstrong. Here are my tips of having an enjoyable biking experience (if you want to take the word of someone who admits she isn’t any good at it):
Cars are evil and in the car vs. bike fight the car always wins. I happen to live in an area of California where my insurance is crazy high simply because of the amount of accidents in my neighborhood. There is NO WAY I’m sharing a road with these fools! Instead I make my way to a bike path that parallels the Los Angeles River (see pictures). The fact that the douche cyclists don’t like this path makes it that much better. People here are usually very nice (or homeless and crazy) and it is an interesting juxtaposition between the cars screaming by on the 5 freeway and a little piece of nature with the river and it’s birds and plants. The LA River bike path (at least the portion I use) starts at Griffith Park’s soccer field and weaves it way toward downtown Los Angeles. It takes you away from Burbank, through Glendale and Silverlake, and into Elysian Valley, known as FrogTown. At one point there were so many frogs in the river in this area they would make their way, hopping, out into the streets. The entire route is covered in murals (and tagging — in case you want to brush up on your gang knowledge) and art. Each gate to and from the river is a pretty iron fence with animals from the river included in the design. Like me, I suggest finding a spot where cars aren’t allowed or at the very least the bike path is wide enough that it gives you some protection against drivers.
Remember that if you go away from your starting point you have to get back to it. Don’t go so far that you won’t be able to make the trip home. My bike path is slightly downhill at first which gives you a false sense of security. When you turn around to go back the slight uphill is a killer. Be aware of where you are and how you are going to get back. My path is around 12ish miles. Honestly anything longer than 15 makes me want to cry. It is about 3/4’s of the way back when I start looking down and cursing the sport for torturing me. It happens every time!18 Monday Feb 2013
Posted in Riggins, Uncategorized
“Cleanliness sucks.” – Riggins Newell
Obviously this is Riggins speaking. I like cleanliness in fact I dare say taking a bath is one of my favorite things to do. If there was a way to make the bathtub mobile, maybe add a few wheels and a motor, I’d happily go about my life peacefully soaking in warm water with a glass of red wine at my side. Tub cruising. Alas this brilliant invention does not yet exist.
Riggins, on the other hand, is a dog. A boy dog at that. His goal is to get and then stay as disgustingly filthy as possible. His favorite dog park isn’t the nice sweet one with clean benches and ample green grass. Nooooooooo. His favorite is the gross one that’s all dirt and dog pee where you sit at your own risk. If he happens to find a stinky pile of anything that can’t be digested then he will just flop down on his back and roll around to make sure the stench gets in real deep into his fur. Suggesting a bath is Riggins idea of hell on earth.
Since I live with the kid he gets a bath once a week. This is when the dog people who read this blog inform me that washing a dog once a week is actually bad for his skin. Yah yah I hear you, but did you hear me about the rolling around in grossness? Riggins is an outside dog who wants to spend his indoor time cuddled up in my face. Believe me. You’d find a way to give him a bath weekly too. To set your minds at ease I do use a special shampoo (designed for show dogs — nothing is too good … obviously) that is actually safe to use daily. This is swapped out, every other week, with a special medicated shampoo from the vet (In case you were wondering I use Suave or anything cheaper than a giant bottle of Suave that just happens to be on sale for my hair. We can’t all be kings of the castle.) which is also safe to use as frequently as weekly.
Bath time is always after a hike, which Riggins has long since figured out. He refuses to go inside directly from a hike and will instead demand to go in the backyard as if I’d forget what I was planning on doing if he can stall long enough. I take this time to prep. The white bath mats get thrown into the hall, the towels move down to the floor and I go to the linen closet to grab a Riggins and Wendy towel and hang them up. I install the dog wash hose onto the shower head and finally strip off my shoes, socks, and any other outer garments that can be shed. Then I go get the victim. Once inside Riggins knows it’s getting real when I take of his collar. This is when he goes into survival mode. He slips into the corner of my dinning room in an attempt to blend into the darkness. Usually I just get behind him and tell him to move it and he will slowly …. very very slowly walk his way into the bathroom and into the shower. Once he gets all four legs into the stall he is resigned and gives me little to no problems. He takes his medicine until he is freed. Post Riggins wash, I strip off the last of my clothes and make myself clean as he runs up and down the hall violently shaking in the hope of flicking off the pleasant scent he has acquired.
This weekend I tapped him on his journey to the shower and he acted out just for you (Please ignore any clutter or untidiness. It doesn’t make sense to pick up until after the wet Tasmanian Devil settles down a bit.). Enjoy:
15 Friday Feb 2013
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Yesterday, Feb. 14th, I took part in the event “1 Billion Rising,” (more info found in an earlier post – http://wp.me/p159Ee-9q) a global strike to refuse to accept continued violence against women. As I mentioned in my original post I don’t have much personal experience to bring to the table but I think it is an extremely important issue and one that deserves all of our support. 1 billion women (1 in 3) hurt by violence is simply unacceptable. I’ll give you a quick walk through of my day then leave you with a video from the founders of One Billion Rising.
Sadly Riggins didn’t join me in protest. First of all, he refused to learn the dance to Break the Chain (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WufjSyE_rK8), which was just lazy on his part. Secondly, he doesn’t like crazy and/or smelly people and I was headed to the heart of downtown Los Angeles. He was better off left at home.
Parking at Pershing Square, where the gathering was being held, was pricey so I drove up a few blocks and parked at a cheaper lot (since it is near one of my favorite bars it is also a parking lot I’m familiar with). The jaunt to the event location would not even be a question in NY but here in LA that length of a walk is simply unheard of. I wasn’t in the best area but in the middle of the day the streets of downtown are a 1:1 ration of scary and businessmen/women. I figured being a victim of violence while heading to a rally against violence was simply too on point to actually happen
The gathering I went to was one of the smaller ones in Los Angeles as women (and a few brave men) ducked out of their offices on their lunch break to lend their support. As more 
participants came together we all grabbed a cardboard heart to write why we were rising and tied it around our wrists. I REALLY wanted to write that I was doing it for the penguins (why? read – http://wp.me/p159Ee-aM) but this was serious stuff. Not the time or place for an inside joke just to make you and me giggle. I wrote, “I’m rising because love is better than hate …. always.” I ran out of room so the bottom half is unreadable. Still, it seemed more appropriate than the penguin comment.
The event organizers introduced themselves and started things off. First a very nice (I assume. I mean, I didn’t talk to her but I figure she is nice.) women in very tall heels (extra points for dancing in those) sang an original song 
she had written. Deep … moving … emotional. Then a dance troop did the Break the Chains dance for us before a quick tutorial. I was very happy I put in the time the night before and earlier in the morning to learn the dance as the tutorial was down and dirty and not much help if you weren’t already in the know. Then we all danced it together. It was FABULOUS! So much fun to just not give a flying freak what anyone thinks and dance with all your might in the middle of Los Angeles. After that they put on more music and just let the dancing continue.
Later that day I went to my Bar Method studio in Pasadena which had donated all their classes to One Billion Rising. With the complimentary class was a suggested donation to the cause. You know I love Bar Method and the fact that it was supporting such a positive message was an extra bonus.
All day it was inspiring to watch online as the videos come in from around the world of women and men rising. If you want to check them out some can be found on V-Day’s YouTube page or the event’s Facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/OneBillionRising). I hope that our global dance party helped bring attention to the horrible issue of violence against women and sparked more discussion and solutions.
As promised — Video
*Trigger Warning* A film by @EveEnsler and Tony Stroebel.
14 Thursday Feb 2013
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“That sign isn’t the boss of me.” – Riggins
14 Thursday Feb 2013
13 Wednesday Feb 2013
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Bear Grylls, California, Cold, icebergs, Kate Upton, NBC, Riggins, Victoria Secret
I realize this post will cause me a lot of grief from those located in less desirable weather
locations but I don’t care. IT’S COLD! I live in sunny Southern California. SUNNY being the keyword. It has been sunny during the day. I can’t deny that. You’ve seen all the pictures I’ve posted lately. Unfortunately, once that sun drops behind Griffith Park my house doubles as an iceberg. A FREEZING LIFE DESTROYING ICEBERG!
Certainly you can blame my fragile, born and raised in Los Angeles, body. Anything outside of 68-90 degrees makes me grouchy. 67 degrees is intolerable. Lately our nights have been getting down to the low 40s and even (gasp) mid 30s. WHAT THE FREAKIN’ FREAK IS THAT???? I didn’t agree to live in the Antarctic.
I put blame on our buildings. My house in particular. It isn’t built for drastic weather swings. I can spend 1 million dollars on my monthly power bill, have the heater tuned up to 95 degrees, and my house will never reach much higher than the outside temperature. All my man-made heat will just find it’s way through my walls, under the house and up past the “attic.” No insulation. If you go to Minnesota right now and go into a building you can happily take your coat off and enjoy the unnatural warmth. If you come to my house I suggest you bring a hoodie.
Sunday at dinner my good friend from WI couldn’t stop laughing at me. I was ready for a So Cal cold snap. I had my dad’s giant down jacket on (he would say I stole it while I say possession is 90% of the law) along with a super comfy infinity scarf my mom knitted for me. I had thought about long johns but decided they would be too bulky under skinny jeans. My WI friend demanded to take pictures of me bundled up to show her children how ridiculous I was. She says ridiculous and I say warm and toasty. At the same time another friend had the guts to say, “it isn’t that cold you can barely see your breath.” BARELY. I CAN BARELY SEE MY BREATH. EXCUSE ME FOR OVERREACTING. LET ME GO GET MY BIKINI ON!
Lately I’ve had to add pants to my normal pajamas (tank top and underwear). Last night I had a one woman protest against the cold and refused to put pants on so that my legs could return to their nightly freedom. It was so cold under my covers I had to curl up in a ball like Riggins. Even running in place on my side to help build up friction and heat didn’t help. I needed to get up and get pants and socks. I could feel limbs giving into frostbite but as cold as it was under those covers it was colder out of them. I couldn’t fathom making the 4 feet journey between the foot of my bed and my dresser. Finally, a light bulb went on and I realized my afghan was on top of my duvet. Exposing as little skin as possible to the raw air of my bedroom I grabbed the afghan, tucked it under all the covers and wrapped myself up in it like a burrito. The yarn made a barrier between me and my ice-cold sheets allowing me to sleep. Bear Grylls would be proud of my survival techniques.
I’m not the only woman who has had to suffer through such ridiculous weather. Did you see the recent news on Kate Upton‘s photo shoot for Victoria Secret’s swimsuit cover? Hilarious. I can’t even make it funnier by interpreting it for you. Just read it …. http://tinyurl.com/afwux4w.
“‘The penguins kept me going,’ she joked. ‘They’re adorable, and any time I was like, ‘I can’t take any more, I can’t,’ I would look at them and I was like, ‘OK, for them.’’’ – On NBC’s Today Show.
Joking? You sure about that Matt? I think she may have been really doing it for the penguins. She’s a hero people. She temporarily lost eyesight and hearing for that shot that is so generic and already so heavily photoshopped (http://tinyurl.com/buhkshx) it could have been taken in my living room right here in “sunny” California. All icebergs look the same.
12 Tuesday Feb 2013
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adam carolla, children, diego rivera, dogs, Dr. Drew, frida kahlo, friends, Riggins
Well before even reading this post you know the answer is going to be Riggins and me right? It’s not! It’s Riggins, me and about 5 other dogs in a nice house in the country. Just kidding …. kind of … not really. Okay. Let’s pretend that I don’t think it’s mentally healthy to become the crazy dog woman from nowhere. Then what would be the perfect family?
Although I’m not in a relationship myself right now I have had some experience and have been exposed to stable families in my lifetime. My mother and father are still together and live in the home I grew up in. My sister and her husband live happily with their two kids. I myself haven’t always lived alone. Out of college I had a female roommate for years and multiple apartments, and once lived with a boyfriend for years, and multiple apartments. Needless to say I do much better with just Riggins and me. The facts would lead you to believe that I’m hard to live with but I’d much prefer to say that any problems were the other persons fault. After all Riggins has no complaints.
Dr. Drew informed me, during one of his brilliant podcast episodes, that there has been studies to say that it is healthier for men and women (or men and men, woman and women, whatever you define as a couple) to sleep in different rooms. That the separation leads to a more restful night. Dr. Drew said he wasn’t really sure if he bought into it. You know what I say? No shit it leads to a more restful night! You needed to do experiments to prove this painfully obvious thesis? Sleeping with someone else is just horrible. If you sleep with someone night after night you have no idea the horror you are living. Space hogs, blanket hogs, cold feet, sweaty parts, SNORING, gag! Now I know I’m hard to sleep with. I’ll admit that. I tend to flop around a lot and even if I’m not doing that I show stress signs while I’m sleeping that can be very off-putting. One thing I do is I’ll sleep on my back with my knees up. Then as I get deeper into sleep my knees fall to one side until my body notices and I yank them back up. I can see where this could be annoying.
Adam Carolla, probably on the same podcast with Dr. Drew, will tell you the key to a happy marriage is money and real estate. To be honest I may be wrong about the money thing but I know for sure he says real estate. He’s right. Real estate is KEY!
Although I’m sure found everywhere. My source – http://caracarmina-atelier.blogspot.com/2011/01/frida-and-diego.html
In yesterday’s post I mentioned Diego Rivera. The very talented artists, Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo came up with the perfect real estate solution. They had his and her houses with a bridge connecting them. I’m sure you can say, and there is evidence to support, they didn’t really have two independent houses, ignore that. Just focus on the brilliance of two casas in one. Also ignore the fact that the coupling of Rivera and Kahlo wouldn’t really be considered the model for a healthy relationship of security and monogamy. The casa made of two casas. That’s the take away here. Please also overlook the design of their casa(s). It’s hideous.
Two houses fixes so many problems. I don’t have to be nice and try to weave his crap into my colorful and thoughtful room designs. I don’t have to tell the cleaning lady to just skip the extra room because the slob didn’t take the time to pick up before the cleaning lady came (YOU HAVE TO PICK UP BEFORE THE CLEANING LADY COMES. ASK ANY WOMAN,) so I just threw everything strewn around the house into that room. The bathroom smells better. The list goes on and on. SO MANY PROBLEMS SOLVED!
Now here is where I take it further than Frida and Diego. I would love to have children but simply don’t feel I could take on the responsibility (financially, emotionally, time-ly) alone. It would also probably be healthier for the child to have another adult influence beside the crazy sitting here typing. Here is where my brilliance comes in. I’ve always said my casa(s) will be a home for myself, and NPH (Neal Patrick Harris aka Doogie). We could live happily in our duo abodes with the bridge connection allowing us to happily raise our children together at the same time allowing us our privacy to date and live our hetro/homo sexual lives even though we don’t find each other sexual attractive. NPH is adorable, hilarious, and seems like he’d be a blast. Plus I could go to the Magic Castle whenever I wanted!
When the world found out NPH had a serious boyfriend I was crushed, for two seconds, that my dream life had died, but then I thought, “bring him along…. why not?” It takes a village.
Then the world found out that NPH and his ridiculous gorgeous significant other were having children, and my dream died. All I really brought to the party was my uterus and apparently that was no longer needed.
So now my dream home is reserved for Anderson Cooper. Could totally happen.
Me Myself & Riggins 