Everything

I’ve been up since 4:00am today – I was having one of the most restless nights ever, and I finally decided to give up the good fight at 4:00 and just get up…hopefully I will doze off on the couch watching TV this afternoon and have a nap. Since I’ve been up, I’ve ridden 10 miles on my bike (woohoo!), done some online shopping (always a winning way to start the day if you ask me), and I watched an Alanis Morissette program that I recorded last night. The Guitar Center Sessions with Alanis Morissette is on DirecTV throughout the weekend, and if you have the chance to check it out, please do! I’ve never seen this series before, but the premise is that each program features intimate interviews with different artists conducted by music journalist Nic Harcourt, interspersed with live performances by the artists recorded at Guitar Center’s location in Hollywood. The interview was great – they discussed the entirety of her career, the creative process behind the music, her life, and what has informed her work. It was a great show (especially if you LOVE Alanis like I do), and I intend to keep watching this series – I really liked it. The host asked Alanis which song of her catalogue best defines her, and her answer was “Everything” – which is one of my absolute favorites of hers, and I think it completely applies to me as well (I can be such an asshole sometimes, as we already know all too well ;) ) – and who doesn’t love the idea of somebody who loves you because of your flaws, rather than in spite of them???!  :) Here it is, if you fancy taking a listen:  Alanis Morissette – Everything

I can be an asshole of the grandest kind
I can withhold like it’s going out of style
I can be the moodiest baby and you’ve never met anyone
Who is as negative as I am sometimes

I am the wisest woman you’ve ever met.
I am the kindest soul with whom you’ve connected.
I have the bravest heart that you’ve ever seen
And you’ve never met anyone
Who’s as positive as I am sometimes.

You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I’m ashamed
There’s not anything to which you can’t relate
And you’re still here

I blame everyone else, not my own partaking
My passive-aggressiveness can be devastating
I’m terrified and mistrusting
And you’ve never met anyone as,
As closed down as I am sometimes.

You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I’m ashamed
There’s not anything to which you can’t relate
And you’re still here

What I resist, persists, and speaks louder than I know
What I resist, you love, no matter how low or high I go

I’m the funniest woman that you’ve ever known
I’m the dullest woman that you’ve ever known
I’m the most gorgeous woman that you’ve ever known
And you’ve never met anyone
Who is as everything as I am sometimes

You see everything (you see everything), you see every part (you see every part )
You see all my light (you see all my light) and you love my dark (and you love my dark )
You dig everything (you dig everything) of which I’m ashamed (of which I’m ashamed)
There’s not anything (there’s not anything) to which you can’t relate (to which you can’t relate)
And you’re still here

(You see everything, you see every part)
And you’re still here
(You see all my light and you love my dark)
And you’re still here
(You dig everything of which I’m ashamed)
(There’s not anything to which you can’t relate)
And you’re still here…

 

I went to visit the Pearl Brewery Farmer’s Market this morning – I had never been before, but heard that there were some gluten-free offerings there (which I’m in the market for BIG TIME these days, as I’ve previously mentioned), so we went to check it out. We found some great food options for the Wee One (yippee!), and bought some fabulous fresh produce (I can’t wait to get those new potatoes cooked up….yummmy!!!) – it was a beautiful morning for a walk around, and I can’t wait to go back! Here are some pictures for you:

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Bonus points if you can tell me what is in that last picture – I have NO CLUE what they are, but I thought they looked fascinating! :)

 

I hope that you’re having a great Saturday and enjoying your day – happy last day of June! Can you believe that this year is half over???!!  Time flies when you’re having fun, friends! :)  Loooooove you!!!!! :)

xxx

I Heard It Through The Grapevine

Wouldn’t you know it…I am around home (and within reach of my computer) pretty much ALL WEEK and then the minute I step out to do a few errands, Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes decide to announce the end of their marriage AND Adele announces that she’s expecting!!!  And me with no computer!  AARRGGHHH!!  Typical of my luck!! Anyway, it’s a big day in celebrity gossip today, and of course I can’t miss my chance to weigh in on both.

First up – the divorce of Tom and Katie: There is going to be TONS of speculation over the demise of this marriage – where things went wrong, etc etc etc….does it really matter??! A lot of people have spent countless hours trying to figure out what brought these two together in the first place – I can certainly understand how she got swept up in the whole “Tom Cruise” of it all, can’t you? What young woman in her 20s wouldn’t be dazzled by Tom? He’s handsome, one of the biggest stars in the world, he has everything and can certainly give a woman a lifestyle the likes of which most of us would DIE for…and he made the HUGEST declarations of love towards her (remember this – his visit on Oprah’s couch???!  Tom Cruise Jumping the Couch on The Oprah Winfrey Show ). Who wouldn’t want to have a man hop around like a mad fool declaring love for her? (I would be over the moon happy with simple declarations of love: poems, words, flowers once in a while, maybe a date night or two…nothing too fancy) I can so easily understand how she got swept up in all of it, and how hard it must have been to continue on being married to Tom Cruise after the novelty wore off. Between his career stuff, the Scientology stuff (I couldn’t even begin to deal with that, let me tell you), everything… her life can’t have been easy. Add to that the fact that the entire world has been watching her every move for seven years now…I don’t know how she managed as long as she did. Bless her heart – I would have gone batshit crazy long ago, no joke. I’m interested in seeing what she will do next with her career, and how all of this will play out for her (and according to court filings, she wants sole custody of Suri – like Tom would ever allow that!). Look how well Nicole Kidman’s career went after she and Tom divorced…here’s hoping the same applies to Katie. :) As for Tom…I just don’t know. The guy seems to be a genuinely nice – though eccentric – person…and there is nothing wrong with being eccentric (thank Christ)…but something is just not quite right there, you know? Do you see it, or is it just me? Regardless – I wish nothing but the best for the both of them (as I try to do to most others). Happy thoughts happy thoughts :)

 

Next up: Adele is pregnant! Hurray for her! I got so pissed off when I heard it announced by some redneck friggin’ radio DJ here in Texas who expressed disgust that she was excited about a pregnancy when she and her baby daddy weren’t even married. WTF??!?!  Is it the 1800s???!?!  I don’t get it! Leave the girl alone!! Let her be pregnant with her love and be happy about making a family!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE??!?!  I guess I try to subscribe to the belief that I ought not judge, lest someone judge me (and there’s plenty to judge, believe you me)… if she’s happy, then I’m happy, too. She’s a lovely woman – SO TALENTED – I can’t wait to hear more of her beautiful music! :)

 

I hope that your Friday is going well, and that things are going smoothly in your day…and I hope you know that I love you bunches and bushels! :) Thanks for stopping by! :)

xxx
PS: Here’s Marvin’s “I Heard It Through The Grapevine” – enjoy…and get dancing! :)  Marvin Gaye – I Heard It Through The Grapevine

 

Teenage Wasteland

 

Don’t cry
Don’t raise your eye
It’s only teenage wasteland

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about about Cat Marnell, the former beauty editor of XOJane and the current hot mess that is appearing ALL THE BLOODY TIME in tabloids and some reputable news outlets. I had hoped that following all of the coverage of her departure, she would kind of hit rock bottom, clean herself up somewhat and get back to the business of doing what she does best: writing. Cat is one hell of a writer, and it is a damn shame that she has become more known for losing a job and being in the throes of a very public meltdown than for her actual work.

Since she left XOJane, she has been picked up to write a column for Vice - probably a better place for her to write considering the state she is in these days. Her column there is entitled Amphetamine Logic (a bit of an oxymoron, don’t you think?), and her first piece was absolutely tragic – it rambled, at times incoherently, and left me feeling unbelievably sad for her. As obnoxious as I find her behavior (and throwing away all of the opportunities she had), I felt sad that her writing had suffered so badly. Her second piece was published yesterday – it was written a whole lot better, but still…the behavior that she describes is appalling: it doesn’t matter who you are or what you’re on, you should not go out amongst the world and act like an asshole (as she did to some people working in a gallery in New York, recently – read the article, you’ll understand). A lot of young girls are idolizing Cat, which is terrifying: she is bragging about her current weight (or lack thereof), she is glamorizing her lifestyle (including a picture of her fridge – in it, there’s a couple of bottles of water, beer, and a shitload of pill bottles) and she is cultivating a persona of extreme “I don’t give a shit”-ness that is sad. I wish that the hangers-on that seem to follow this girl would help her, would stage some sort of intervention or something….for I fear that one of these mornings, I will wake up and read Page Six (like I do every day – don’t judge me) announcing that she had OD’d and is gone – and that would be a damn shame. She is so talented and has been given so many opportunities for an amazing career – let’s hope she wakes up and realizes it sooner rather than later.

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PS: Does anybody know much about Cat’s family? I’ve read bits and pieces about her parents, but not much… I wonder where they are in all of this and what hell they must be going through. Sad. :(

The Future’s So Bright (I Gotta Wear Shades)

This week, my Wee One and I have been spending the bulk of our time at home together – sadly, I mustn’t be as entertaining as I thought I was, because the kid has been BORED. It’s been blazingly hot outside, so we couldn’t spend too much time at the pool (I’m already taking on a slightly pinkish tint – not that surprising since I’m Casper-pale) or playing outside, so we’ve been passing the time playing board games. We’ve taken on Operation, Toy Story Chutes and Ladders, and Dominoes already – next up: SkipBo. Through our game time together, I’ve discovered a very concerning trend: my kid is a cheater cheater pumpkin eater. She wants to win SO BADLY that she will not hesitate to lie like a sidewalk to make sure it happens. I’m hoping that this is just a kid phase that will soon pass, because my oh my that kinda shit won’t fly under my roof, let me tell you!! Her father is always pushing strongly encouraging her to be THE BEST, to be better than everyone else…and it sickens me. I want her to be HER best, I want her to try her best in everything she does – but I want her to be humble, to understand that sometimes you’re the windshield and sometimes you’re the bug (thank you Mark Knopfler and Dire Straits), and that sometimes you just won’t win. I refuse to be one of those parents that always lets their kids win when playing games, because I really don’t believe that will teach her anything of value in life. We had a number of loooong talks about this throughout the week, and I don’t know if it’s making any difference or not, but I’ve got to try. She has so many wonderful successes and educating failures ahead of her in her lifetime – I don’t care if I raise a champion prize winner or not…I just want to raise one of the nicest people that the world has ever seen. :)

I know people say that nice folks finish last (and I’ve certainly experienced that myself from time to time), but I refuse to become an arsehole simply to get ahead in life – and I won’t stand back and watch my child do that, either. She is an incredibly sensitive little girl who wears her heart upon her sleeve (gee, I wonder where she got that from?), and her feelings get hurt so easily. (SIDEBAR: I shudder to think about her Middle School years and how friggin’ hellacious those are going to be – kids in Middle School are hideous and awful and need to be shipped to a deserted island by themselves until they grow up enough to re-enter society. If you haven’t spent time in a Middle School lately, do yourself a favor and pass by one or two – you will find yourself in awe of the caliber of stupid that’s roaming the halls, and you will think that the teachers who work there every day are sainted heroes who deserve parades in their honor immediately. No joke.) I can’t imagine how frustrating it will be as a parent to watch her hurting when those around her try to tear her down (and how the hell am I going to resist the urge to hurt them back??!)….look out, world…Mama Bear will be a coming!! ;)

 

Demi Lovato – Skyscraper

You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I’m made of glass
Like I’m made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper
Like a skyscraper

 

 

I hope that you’re having a great Friday morning so far – and that you enjoy your weekend! I plan to celebrate Canada Day (eh) on Sunday…yaaa! :)  Can’t wait!!! :) If you’re in the neighborhood, please feel free to stop by for a delicious Molson Canadian and something from the BBQ…yummy! :)

xxx

 

PS: How much do you LOVE this necklace from Tatty Devine? I think it’s adorable -très chic for Olympic-times this summer, non?! :)

 

 

 

 

Tonight, Tonight

Thank goodness I have my Wee One, or I just may have run away to join a circus or other traveling show this week. I’m not entirely sure what talent or skill I’d have brought to the show (my juggling still isn’t performance-ready), but I’d have figured something out. This week has not been a great one around here – nothing has worked out the way I hoped, things haven’t been going terribly smoothly, I’ve missed two online classes (lack of childcare and a kid who doesn’t know how to be quiet), and I’m just not feeling quite right. I hope things turn around soon – I am not a happy camper. :(

 

In an attempt to brighten up my morning, I have been doing some window shopping online! Here’s what I’ve been perusing today:

Vintage Ornate Mirror Oval Wall Hanging Old Hollywood Regency Red Fleur De Lis Scroll, Upcycled , Shabby Chic, Great Gift

This vintage mirror (from Etsy) is so pretty – I’m not entirely sure where I’d hang it (probably in the Wee One’s Paris room), but it sure is pretty! :)

 

0.51cts, Diamond Ring with GIA Certificate, Rose Gold, 18k rose white, Custom Design, 6MM

I love love LOVE the vintage look of this ring…and it’s in rose gold! LOVE! :)

 

large image viewThis watch – by Michele Serein – is beautiful, don’t you think? I love watches in general, and I’m nutty for ones that have Roman numerals (which I always associate with Cartier). This one is from Bloomingdales. :)

 

 

This made me laugh. A lot. :)

 

Last week, Billy Corgan from the Smashing Pumpkins was on the Howard Stern radio show – and he performed “Tonight, Tonight” live…it was bloody brilliant!!  Here’s a video for you – it’s awesome: Billy Corgan – Tonight, Tonight on the Howard Stern Show :) If you have the chance to hear the entire interview, please do…it’s really, really great! (and the new Smashing Pumpkins album “Oceania” is pretty fantastic, by the way!)

 

Aren’t these shoes divine??!  They are Vivienne Westwood Anglomania + Melissa Lady Dragon VII – they’re available online from Zappos ($193.20 – free shipping!). If they were black with that red heart, I’m fairly confident these puppies would be on my feet at this very moment… they are just too much awesomeness! :)

 

 

These two old-school paper doll books – featuring Lady Gaga and Adele – are available from Urban Outfitters, and I think they are AWESOME! :) I want to buy them for the Wee One (she looooooves both artists big time), just so that I can play with them, too! Fun, right?! I loved paper dolls back in the day :)

 

Okay….well, that worked – sharing all of these fun pretties with you has cheered me up somewhat. Hurray! :) Now, let’s hope that the rest of the day continues on peacefully and happily :) I’m crossing my fingers! :) (and toes!) :) Happy Thursday to you, mes amis – je vous aime! :)

xxx

 

As Time Goes By

News broke this evening that the extraordinary Nora Ephron has passed away at the age of 71 – sources report that she passed away from an unspecified form of blood cancer. Ms. Ephron was the genius writer/director/producer behind some of my favorite movies: When Harry Met SallySleepless in Seattle,You’ve Got Mail, and Julie and Julia — as well as writing some fantastic books (I Feel Bad About My Neck, and I Remember Nothing, to name but two). I loved this woman’s work more than I can possibly tell you – she had a career that I so admire….so much talent. I feel so badly for her family – here’s the obituary from the New York Times:

Nora Ephron, an essayist and humorist in the Dorothy Parker mold (only smarter and funnier, some said) who became one of her era’s most successful screenwriters and filmmakers, making romantic comedy hits like “Sleepless in Seattle” and “When Harry Met Sally,” died Tuesday night in Manhattan. She was 71. The cause was pneumonia brought on by acute myeloid leukemia, her son Jacob Bernstein said.

In a commencement address she delivered in 1996 at Wellesley College, her alma mater, Ms. Ephron recalled that women of her generation weren’t expected to do much of anything. But she wound up having several careers, all of them successfully and many of them simultaneously.

She was a journalist, a blogger, an essayist, a novelist, a playwright, an Oscar-nominated screenwriter and a movie director — a rarity in a film industry whose directorial ranks were and continue to be dominated by men. Her later box-office success included “You’ve Got Mail” and “Julie & Julia.” By the end of her life, though remaining remarkably youthful looking, she had even become something of a philosopher about age and its indignities.

“Why do people write books that say it’s better to be older than to be younger?” she wrote in “I Feel Bad About My Neck,” her 2006 best-selling collection of essays. “It’s not better. Even if you have all your marbles, you’re constantly reaching for the name of the person you met the day before yesterday.”

Nora Ephron was born on May 19, 1941, on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, the eldest of four sisters, all of whom became writers. That was no surprise; writing was the family business. Her father, Henry, and her mother, the former Phoebe Wolkind, were Hollywood screenwriters who wrote, among other films, “Carousel,” “There’s No Business Like Show Business” and “Captain Newman, M.D.”

“Everything is copy,” her mother once said, and she and her husband proved it by turning the college-age Nora into a character in a play, later a movie, “Take Her, She’s Mine.” The lesson was not lost on Ms. Ephron, who seldom wrote about her own children but could make sparkling copy out of almost anything else: the wrinkles on her neck, her apartment, cabbage strudel, Teflon pans and the tastelessness of egg-white omelets.

She turned her painful breakup with her second husband, the Watergate journalist Carl Bernstein, into a best-selling novel, “Heartburn,” which she then recycled into a successful movie starring Jack Nicholson as a philandering husband and Meryl Streep as a quick-witted version of Ms. Ephron herself.

When Ms. Ephron was 4, her parents moved from New York to Beverly Hills, where she grew up, graduating from Beverly Hills High School in 1958. At Wellesley, she began writing for the school newspaper, and in the summer of 1961 she was a summer intern in the Kennedy White House. She said later that perhaps her greatest accomplishment there was rescuing the speaker of the house, Sam Rayburn, from a men’s room in which he had inadvertently locked himself. In an essay for The New York Times in 2003, she said she was also probably the only intern that President John F. Kennedy had never hit on.

After graduation from college in 1962, she moved to New York, a city she always adored, intent on becoming a journalist. Her first job was as a mail girl at Newsweek. (There were no mail boys, she later pointed out.) Soon she was contributing to a parody of The New York Post put out during the 1962 newspaper strike. Her piece of it earned her a tryout at The Post, where the publisher, Dorothy Schiff, remarked: “If they can parody The Post, they can write for it. Hire them.”

Ms. Ephron stayed at The Post for five years, covering stories like the Beatles, the Star of India robbery at the American Museum of Natural History, and a pair of hooded seals at the Coney Island aquarium that refused to mate.

“The Post was a terrible newspaper in the era I worked there,” she wrote, but added that the experience taught her to write short and to write around a subject, since the kinds of people she was assigned to cover were never going to give her much interview time.

In the late 1960s Ms. Ephron turned to magazine journalism, at Esquire and New York mostly. She quickly made a name for herself by writing frank, funny personal essays — about the smallness of her breasts, for example — and tart, sharply observed profiles of people like Ayn Rand, Helen Gurley Brown and the composer and best-selling poet Rod McKuen. Some of these articles were controversial. In one, she criticized Betty Friedan for conducting a “thoroughly irrational” feud with Gloria Steinem; in another, she discharged a withering assessment of Women’s Wear Daily.

But all her articles were characterized by humor and honesty, written in a clear, direct, understated style marked by an impeccable sense of when to deploy the punchline. (Many of her articles were assembled in the collections “Wallflower at the Orgy,” “Crazy Salad” and “Scribble Scribble.”)

Ms. Ephron made as much fun of herself as of anyone else. She was labeled a practitioner of the New Journalism, with its embrace of novelistic devices in the name of reaching a deeper truth, but she always denied the connection. “I am not a new journalist, whatever that is,” she once wrote. “I just sit here at the typewriter and bang away at the old forms.”

Ms. Ephron got into the movie business more or less by accident after her marriage to Mr. Bernstein in 1976. He and Bob Woodward, his partner in the Watergate investigation, were unhappy with William Goldman’s script for the movie version of their book “All the President’s Men,” so Mr. Bernstein and Ms. Ephron took a stab at rewriting it. Their version was ultimately not used, but it was a useful learning experience, she later said, and it brought her to the attention of people in Hollywood.

Her first screenplay, written with her friend Alice Arlen, was for “Silkwood,” a 1983 film based on the life of Karen Silkwood, who died under suspicious circumstances while investigating abuses at a plutonium plant where she had worked. Ms. Arlen was in film school then, and Ms. Ephron had scant experience writing for anything other than the page. But Mike Nichols, who directed the movie (which starred Ms. Streep and Kurt Russell), said that the script made an immediate impression on him. He and Ms. Ephron had become friends when she visited him on the set of “Catch-22.”

“I think that was the beginning of her openly falling in love with the movies,” Mr. Nichols said in an interview, “and she and Alice came along with ‘Silkwood’ when I hadn’t made a movie in seven years. I couldn’t find anything that grabbed me.” He added: “Nora was so funny and so interesting that you didn’t notice that she was also necessary. I think a lot of her friends and readers will feel that.”

Ms. Ephron followed “Silkwood” three years later with a screenplay adaptation of her own novel “Heartburn,” which was also directed by Mr. Nichols. But it was her script for “When Harry Met Sally,” which became a hit Rob Reiner movie in 1989 starring Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan, that established Ms. Ephron’s gift for romantic comedy and for delayed but happy endings that reconcile couples who are clearly meant for each other but don’t know it.

“When Harry Met Sally” is probably best remembered for Ms. Ryan’s table-poundingfaked-orgasm scene with Mr. Crystal in Katz’s Delicatessen on the Lower East Side, prompting a middle-aged woman (played by Mr. Reiner’s mother, Estelle Reiner) sitting nearby to remark to her waiter, indelibly, “I’ll have what she’s having.”

The scene wouldn’t have gotten past the Hollywood censors of the past, but in many other respects Ms. Ephron’s films are old-fashioned movies, only in a brand-new guise. Her 1998 hit, “You’ve Got Mail,” for example, which she both wrote (with her sister Delia) and directed, is partly a remake of the old Ernst Lubitsch film ‘The Shop Around the Corner.”

Ms. Ephron began directing because she knew from her parents’ example how powerless screenwriters are (at the end of their careers both became alcoholics) and because, as she said in her Wellesley address, Hollywood had never been very interested in making movies by or about women. She once wrote, “One of the best things about directing movies, as opposed to merely writing them, is that there’s no confusion about who’s to blame: you are.”

Mr. Nichols said he had encouraged her to direct. “I knew she would be able to do it,” he recalled. “Not only did she have a complete comprehension of the process of making a movie — she simply soaked that up — but she had all the ancillary skills, the people skills, all the hundreds of things that are useful when you’re making a movie.”

Her first effort at directing, “This Is My Life” (1992), with a screenplay by Ms. Ephron and her sister Delia, based on a novel by Meg Wolitzer about a single mother trying to become a standup comedian, was a dud. But Ms. Ephron redeemed herself in 1993 with “Sleepless in Seattle” (she shared the screenwriting credits), which brought Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan together so winningly that they were cast again in “You’ve Got Mail.”

Among the other movies Ms. Ephron wrote and directed were “Lucky Numbers” (2000),“Bewitched” (2005) and, her last, “Julie & Julia” (2009), in which Ms. Streep played Julia Child.

She and Ms. Streep had been friends since they worked on “Silkwood” together. “Nora just looked at every situation and cocked her head and thought, ‘Hmmmm, how can I make this more fun?’ ” Ms. Streep wrote in an e-mail on Tuesday.

Ms. Ephron earned three Oscar nominations for best screenplay, for “Silkwood,” “Sleepless in Seattle” and “When Harry Met Sally.” But in all her moviemaking years she never gave up writing in other forms. Two essay collections, “I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Reflections on Being a Woman” (2006) and “I Remember Nothing” (2010), were both best sellers. With her sister Delia she wrote a play, “Love, Loss, and What I Wore,” about women and their wardrobes (once calling it “ ‘The Vagina Monologues’ without the vaginas”) and by herself she wrote “Imaginary Friends,” a play, produced in 2002, about the literary and personal quarrel between Lillian Hellman and Mary McCarthy.

She also became an enthusiastic blogger for The Huffington Post, writing on subjects like the Las Vegas mogul Steve Wynn’s accidentally putting a hole in a Picasso he owned and Ryan ONeal’s failing to recognize his own daughter and making a pass at her.

Several years ago, Ms. Ephron learned that she had myelodysplastic syndrome, a pre-leukemic condition, but she kept the illness a secret from all but a few intimates and continued to lead a busy, sociable life.

“She had this thing about not wanting to whine,” the writer Sally Quinn said on Tuesday. “She didn’t like self-pity. It was always, you know, ‘Suck it up.’ ”

Ms. Ephron’s first marriage, to the writer Dan Greenburg, ended in divorce, as did her marriage to Mr. Bernstein. In 1987 she married Nicholas Pileggi, the author of the books“Wiseguy” and “Casino.” (Her contribution to “Not Quite What I Was Planning: Six-Word Memoirs by Writers Famous and Obscure,” edited by Larry Smith, reads: “Secret to life, marry an Italian.”)

In addition to her son Jacob Bernstein, a journalist who writes frequently for the Styles section of The Times, Ms. Ephron is survived by Mr. Pileggi; another son, Max Bernstein, a rock musician; and her sisters Delia Ephron; Amy Ephron, who is also a screenwriter; and Hallie Ephron, a journalist and novelist.

In person Ms. Ephron — small and fine-boned with high cheeks and a toothy smile — had the same understated, though no less witty, style that she brought to the page.

“Sitting at a table with Nora was like being in a Nora Ephron movie,” Ms. Quinn said. “She was brilliant and funny.”

She was also fussy about her hair and made a point of having it professionally blow-dried twice a week. “It’s cheaper by far than psychoanalysis and much more uplifting,” Ms. Ephron said.

Another friend, Robert Gottlieb, who had edited her books since the 1970s, said that her death would be “terrible for her readers and her movie audience and her colleagues.” But “the private Nora was even more remarkable,” he added, saying she was “always there for you with a full heart plus the crucial dose of the reality principle.”

Ms. Streep called her a “stalwart.”

“You could call on her for anything: doctors, restaurants, recipes, speeches, or just a few jokes, and we all did it, constantly,” she wrote in her e-mail. “She was an expert in all the departments of living well.”

The producer Scott Rudin recalled that less than two weeks before her death, he had a long phone session with her from the hospital while she was undergoing treatment, going over notes for a pilot she was writing for a TV series about a bank compliance officer. Afterward she told him, “If I could just get a hairdresser in here, we could have a meeting.”

Ms. Ephron’s collection “I Remember Nothing” concludes with two lists, one of things she says she won’t miss and one of things she will. Among the “won’t miss” items are dry skin, Clarence Thomas, the sound of the vacuum cleaner, and panels on “Women in Film.” The other list, of the things she will miss, begins with “my kids” and “Nick” and ends this way:

“Taking a bath

Coming over the bridge to Manhattan

Pie.”

 

I can’t imagine anything better than taking a bath, coming over the bridge to Manhattan and pie, either. :) Please give a listen to Jimmy Durante’s version of “As Time Goes By” as featured in Sleepless in Seattle (which I watched again in March and STILL loved) :)

As Time Goes By – Jimmy Durante

 

xxx

Across the Universe

Every person on this earth is here to serve a purpose – with some people (Oprah, Bill Gates, Michael Jordan, Mother Teresa), that purpose is incredibly obvious, and contemplating a world without them and their magnificent contributions is unimaginable. I’ve always struggled to figure out my purpose, as I never felt that anything I’ve ever done mattered for much or meant anything…unless I was doing something wrong (which happens a lot), and then there was all sorts of shit to justify, rationalize and explain away. However, I do believe it’s high time I stopped spinning my damn wheels and figured out why I’m here – I’m sure as hell not getting any younger.

This week has been rough – it has been unholy hot here in South Texas, the Wee One and I have only been getting out a little bit (the heat is just sick, no joke), I’ve been feeling some distress…it’s not been my best times. People keep telling me to keep the faith, to have patience – but clearly they’ve forgotten who they are talking to…I have no patience whatsoever. I flippantly joke that my lack of patience has led me to be productive in life – but it has probably only served to piss off those around me. Oh well. Part of my problems I’m sure stem from the fact that I’m horribly insecure about stuff and unfortunately tend to require more reassurance than the average bear. I wish that I wasn’t that way, as it is a quality that I absolutely loathe in myself, but…I can’t seem to do much about it. If I care about something, I feel insecure about it. The alternative is not giving a shit – and while that may be great for self-preservation, it doesn’t do a whole hell of a lot towards leading a meaningful life. Grr. So I wait. And stew. And fret. And keep checking the universe for signs that all will be okay. I feel like I’m in a freaking Mel Gibson movie. ;)

Back to my original query…my purpose in life: I believe that I was put on this earth to be a good mama to a little girl who needs me. She has had a heaping load of health troubles (as I’ve mentioned before), and her food allergy situation has recently worsened (we are now having to feed her gluten/wheat/dairy/egg-free…fun times),so I have had to completely alter the way that we live in order to better meet her nutritional needs. This hasn’t been a problem, as I would do ANYTHING for her. However, it has required a lot of work, and research, and patience (which we already know I lack) and a complete attitudinal adjustment on the part of all of us around her, which has been rough. However, we will persevere and do whatever is necessary – the differences in her health since we made these latest food adjustments are incredible already, and I just know she’s going to continue to feel better and do well. :) I’m on a quest to learn everything I can about this kind of eating and cooking – if you have any recipes/ideas/suggestions of food to buy that doesn’t take like shitty cardboard, please PLEASE send me a message…I need all the help I can get! :) Apart from being a good mama, I’m not sure what else I was put here for – I used to think it was to be good to the people around me, but now I’m not so sure, since so many of them are rarely good to me. I have thought I was put on this earth to teach kids and make a difference in their lives, but this past VERY ROUGH year at school kind of made me wary of what impact (if any!) I have on those in front of me in the classroom, which makes me sad. I try really hard…and I so want to do well by them. Hopefully the upcoming year will be better. Now, apart from the good mama part, looking over the list above, I can see that my contributions to the world thus far are rather limited – what can I possibly do to rectify that???! I’m taking suggestions! :)

Across the Universe

Hope you’re having a wonderful week, and that you are living a life full of purpose, whatever that may mean to you. Remember what Coco Chanel said:  “Success is often achieved by those who don’t know that failure is inevitable.” God, I love that woman! :)

xxx

PS: This may not have much to do with finding one’s purpose in life – but it certainly does bring a bit of happy meaning to life: check out Joe Manganiello demonstrating how strippers do the body roll for Hoda and Kathie Lee on NBC’s “Today” show – you’re welcome :)

Joe Manganiello Body Rolls – Courtesy of Jezebel :)

Mashed Potato Time

Actually…it’s not mashed potato time, it’s POUTINE TIME!!!  I believe I’ve written about the glories of poutine before, but a little refresher never hurt anyone. Poutine is a French Canadian dish of french fries, topped with brown gravy and cheese curds. I know it doesn’t look terribly appetizing, but trust me…IT. IS. AMAZING!!! Soooo yummy!!! :)  Here’s a picture for you:

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Now – here’s the best part of all: I’ve found a place in New York that serves poutine! Yaaaa!!! :) I will be there in early July, and I can pretty much guarantee that I will be hitting Pommes Frites at least once during my stay (if not twice – don’t judge….poutine is awesome and I don’t get to eat it very often). Here’s details on where to find it in NYC:

123 2nd Ave.

New York, New York

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If you happen to pop by Pommes Frites in early July and see a girl eating poutine, moaning like a voiceover artist on a filthy porn set and jumping up and down while clapping, that’s probably me…please be sure to come on over and say hi :)

 

I have added (yet) another item to the rapidly-expanding list of things I want to see and do during my visit to New York – the New York Botanical Garden has an exhibit called “Monet’s Garden” – here are some details: This stunning tribute to French Impressionist Claude Monet showcases a seasonally changing interpretation of the garden that inspired his art. In addition, two rarely seen paintings by the artist–one of which has never been shown in the United States–will be on exhibition, and films, concerts, poetry readings, and hands-on art for kids will provide rich insight into the life and work of this renowned master. Doesn’t that sound awesome??! I’m a huge Monet lover, and his garden in Giverny is my idea of heaven (I actually wept the first time I went there – no kidding) :) I hope hope HOPE that I can find time in my already action-packed week to make a quick stop at the Monet exhibit – I know it will be MAGNIFIQUE! :)

I hope that this finds you all happy and enjoying a beautiful Monday – eating the foods you love, drinking the things you enjoy, and spending time with those that fill your heart full of happy :)  Je vous aime, mes amis! :)

xxx

PS: Today’s musical interlude is brought to you courtesy of Dee Dee Sharp – get dancing! ;)

Dee Dee Sharp – Mashed Potato

Come What May

 

Moulin Rouge “Come What May”

Never knew I could feel like this 
Like I’ve never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Everyday I love you more and more

Listen to my heart can you hear it sings
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time

Come what may Come what may
I will love you until my dying day
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace

Suddenly my life doesn’t seem such a waste
It all revolves around you
And there’s no mountain too high no river too wide
Sing out this song and I’ll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide
But I love you I love you until the end of time

Come what may come what may
I will love you until my dying day
Oh come what may come what may
I will love you oh i will love you
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Come what may come what may 
I will love you until my dying day

I still believe in love, despite the fact that I frequently fret that love no longer believes in me. I want my twisted, messed up fairy tale (my idea of happily ever after sure as hell doesn’t look like anything created by Disney), I’m not that terrible of a person…I just want to love hard, with all my might. I want a heart full of love and happy, regardless of how different my version of that may look to some.To my loved ones: come what may, I will love you until my dying day…I just hope that you will love me back. :)

Xxx

Sunny Day…Sweepin’ The Clouds Away

Tomorrow – June 25th – is my Wee One’s 6th birthday!! Yaaa! :)  We went to Sea World San Antonio today as part of her birthday celebrations (she’s my kind of kid, that one…celebrating birth-month instead of just a birthday), and had an AMAZING time! :) We didn’t do the whole park – instead, we went to the Shamu show first, then went and met up with a former student of mine who works at the park. I had prearranged with her the best birthday surprise for my Muppet – my beautiful and talented friend/former student is one of the human dancer/singers that’s part of the Sesame Street Elmo show at the park, and she hooked us up to get great seats to the show, arranged for us to go onstage after the performance, meet the Wee One’s favorite Muppets (Elmo, Zoe and Abby!!) and have her picture taken with them all!  Yaaa!!! :)  It was AWESOME!! :)  My Wee One was beyond surprised by the whole thing, and was so excited she could hardly stand herself! :)  Here’s a few pictures:

 

It was a GREAT time – after we left the park, we came home to have lunch and a quick rest, then went down to the Rainforest Café  this evening for her birthday dinner. We had a lovely meal, everyone sang to her and made her into the rainforest princess for the evening…it was really, really sweet. :) I hope that she felt super-special and enjoyed her day…and I’ve got more fun in store for her tomorrow! :) I love birthdays!!! :)

It’s a magic carpet ride
Every door will open wide
To happy people like you–

 Happy Sunday, friends! :) I hope that you’re having sunny days and magic carpet rides wherever you are…Je vous aime! :)

xxx