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My Zany Years Spent Working in Tinsel Town

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But you… you can call us *that*

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But you… you can call us *that*

 

I recently reconnected with one of the first bloggers I ever fell in love with – Random Esquire. Random’s posts were well-written, witty and packed so full of ingenuity I was sick with jealousy. My kinda love.

I’d thought often about Random, who’d left the blogosphere some time ago, and wasn’t sure how to reach out. Then I recently found a twitter handle that seemed to fit, and BINGO, it was my long lost pal. Since then, we’ve been tweeting back and forth reminiscing about the good ole’ days.

This is how happy I am to have Random back in my life:  I told my long lost friend about that time M. C. Nugget and I went to my agent’s barbecue and were forced to come up with a name for what we “are” – a couple, lovers, etc. I ended that post assuming I’d missed the opportunity of a lifetime, by not saying we were “LOVE SLAVES” — “CO-LOVE SLAVES.” I thought I was pretty freakin’ funny there, but then Random tweeted this:

RandomEsq_Tweet

 

LOVE GADGET. DONE.

You can call us THAT.

 

This could work in your favor

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This could work in your favor

 

I’m jet-lagged, wine sopped, bread clogged and totally time-zone screwy. I returned from Houston late last night, but am still recovering. I need some help. Even though I indulged in whatever was put in front of me in Houston, I’m eating all carbs all the time just to be able to stay awake! If I’m not careful, before the day is done, I’ll be one big giant JABBA-JIGGLE. This could get ugly. To top it off, I received a box looking just like this filled with decadent, delicious chocolates today.

Sucre_Chocolate

Here’s how this could work for you, though. BEFORE I received this box of yumminess, the great folks at SUCRE CHOCOLATES reached out asking if they could send chocolates to one of YOU, my lovely readers.

My immediate response was, “Shhh-NO! Don’t you people know that my life’s mantra is anything is better with a little chocolate, or vodka, or both?” I let them know I would have to “sample” these supposedly great chocolates, before imposing them on one of you.

So to hell with my jabba-worries. It’s time to JABBA-INDULGE people.

Soon, I’ll offer one of you gorgeous “commenting” readers a chance to win a box all to yourself! It won’t be long… I’ll be over here in my corner conducting my chocolate experiment and JIGGLING up. I’ll let you know how Sucre fares. Then watch for the little contest of YUMMINESS.

 

Meeting your love match this fall may require some work

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And THIS right here may be your ticket ===>  matchlogo_grad

 

When my divorce was finally FINAL after a couple of years of separation and negotiations with my ex, I had already been dipping my toe into the dating world pool. Shhhh… don’t tell anyone.

In fact, I couldn’t wait for my divorce to be final at the time, because suddenly I was confronted with the wonderful world of other guys who were actually, really and truly interested and attracted to ME (go FIGURE).

As much as I had no idea what was in store for my world sans my significant other, I also knew moving forward without a ROCKIN’ social life was never going to be an option. My choices were obvious: dig in and let some new people in, or die. And you guys, I am NOT now, nor have I ever been into dying.

 

And here is one of those annoying little unavoidables we divorced mommies and daddies must face:

 

meeting a LOVE MATCH may actually require some work – no matter what a “love match” means to you.

 

Never being afraid of work, I was one of the first in my circle of single girlfriends to dive into online dating. I’ll never forget the weekend I set up my first-ever profile on MATCH. I spent a good part of the afternoon crafting a witty and informative profile, adding some fun photos. I knew I wanted to meet men, but I wasn’t interested in a relationship (I’d just gotten out of one I hadn’t liked so much). I stated that little fact loud and clear at the top of my profile. About an hour later my inbox bulged with hundreds of messages from men also not wanting a relationship. Again, go FIGURE. But really, I wanted to meet new people, I made known what I was looking for and it WORKED.

I later rethought my goals and tweaked my profile (after filling my social calendar with a few too many guys I couldn’t keep track of, and after growing tired of coffee).

Whitney Casey Interview

I admit, it took some work to set up, but the part of the work I hadn’t thought of was getting into the dating part of it. You know… you gotta actually GO on a date if you want to meet your Mr. or Ms. Right some day? Go FIGURE.

And that is how Whitney Casey, Relationship Expert with Match.com puts it too… Yep. I brought in the big guns. In conjunction with a fall promotion Match.com is doing for Single Parents, they agreed to allow me to interview Whitney for you lovely people.

Something that I learned in talking to these great folks is that Single Parents who use online dating sites have 2x’s the dating success than those who don’t date online. So although you may feel like it’s all smarm and that no good can come of diving into online dating, the odds you are right and that is true DO NOT ADD UP. This means, if you’re a single parent wanting to meet someone special, the time is ripe (and so is the fruit in my experience… just sayin). I also found out that you won’t be alone if you choose to dive in. Over a third of the members on Match.com are single parents! And you’ll find out some cool things about what people looking for love think about dating single parents in my interview below.

The point is, it is about damn time to get back in the saddle ladies and gentlemen. The dates aren’t going to happen on their own.

But WATCH this quick video interview I did with Whitney, because I asked her all of. the questions you’ll BOTH want to know the answers to (guys and gals)… all about what to say (and not) on your first date, how to create a rockin’ profile, and a couple of other great tips!

WATCH IT NOW:

If for some reason your browser does not display the video box above, click here to view the fun and informative interview.

This post has been graciously sponsored by match.com because match.com is helping single parents find their love match this fall.  Get over there to sign up and get back in the saddle again you hot-hot-hottie mchottlesteins. 

 

They were never supposed to seem so cool

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Last Wednesday night I took the red-eye to Houston for a long weekend with the Texas Contingent.  That’s the name for my family in Texas because after four days of big food, big wine and little sleep, it’s as ingenious as I can be. But let me clarify: My family is not from Texas. Some of them transplanted there and their families proceeded to grow. Kinda like a weed.

I hadn’t been out there for about fourteen or so years, when my youngest, Graden was about four — or so (funny how I am now sounding just like all of the other adults I knew growing up, who when asked to name a year for a specific event,  favorite song on the radio, or otherwise would ponder it and reply noncommittally with something like  “Oh… I don’t know. Maybe 30 years ago, or so.”). The reason for the trip was to PAR-TAY at PAH-TAY‘s house (look that one up – you’ll be glad you did). One of Pah-tay’s daughter’s (my niece) was turning forty (it’s a freak of nature thing… she’s actually OLDER.THAN.ME.SWEAR.TO.GOD.), and Pah-tay was throwing a party for her. She was also throwing a big baby shower for her youngest daughter (my niece) who was having her first baby. Big party in Big Texas.

And you guys, this is SEPTEMBER!

As many of you know, September is a big month for me already because it’s Ovarian Cancer month, and I do what I can to honor and pay homage to my beloved sister Maven (this year I am selling my cute little charm bracelets and have made them super affordable so everyone can wear one and show their support for the cause.)

Add to that the fact my sister Maven’s daughter would be there with gorgeous grandson #1 whom Maven met just days before passing, as well as grandson #2, whom my sissy never got to meet… it meant I was GOING.

If AT ALL POSSIBLE, I WAS GOING.

Maven had so looked forward to being a Nonna (grandmother in Italian), and it was only to be for a few days, so since her death, I’ve tried my best to be a surrogate Nonna to these boys (#2 even I hadn’t met)… I fail miserably most of the time, because I’m just not with them, nor have I been with any of Maven’s family for most of their lives. But hell. I can try.

So I went. I partied. I cuddled and posed for far too many photos with all of my relatives (want a picture of me? just pull out a camera… I’ll be right over)… and it was a BLAST!

And now that you know all ten gajillion excuses for my trip, HERE.

HERE IS WHAT WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO SEEM SO COOL:

The sixties.

The Sixties

Yeah. Non sequitur.

We had a photo booth, with wigs and glasses and other wild accessories.

Do NOT put a pile of wigs and glasses and other wild accessories in front of me (camera or not) and expect me not to parade around assuming you do not know who I am in my fabulous disguise. I was totally unrecognizable.

It was a hipper than hip, cooler than cool reunion of the Sherwood Girls on another Caper: Pah-tay, me: Brat-tay (dead center, wig) and Ice-Tay.

We went all sixties, all night long.

Yeah. The sixties may have been wild, zany and all kind of angel dusted-colorful, but they were never supposed to seem so cool.

But here, today, wearing the sixties like there is no tomorrow…  we were cool. We were so cool. Peace.

 

 

Wait… they have feet?

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When the Blue Footed Boobie comes to call, do not ask why he has feet. He may not understand you.

blue footed boobie

He does however, understand his own kind … And if he happens to be a WISE BOOBIE, then his fellow birds, seeking sage advice could quite possibly, and probably will…

wait for it….

CONSULT THE BOOBIE.

 

Consulting the Boobie

~ The Nugget