FIVE WEEKS..... what the.......? I just counted... we're at OVER 1.2 MILLION visitors to the site..... that is just mind blowing to me.
Even *more* crazy is that I'm at nearly 80,000 readers to the blog.... WHAT? How on EARTH do - 8 let alone - *80,000* people care about what I have to say.... that is truly humbling.
Years ago someone asked me how old Miley Cyrus was... she was like 15 at the time, I but I said, "Oh, that poor girl is more like 105 years old because Hollywood years are like dog years and you have to multiply by 7." Um.... yeah - no sh*t. I feel like 5 weeks ago was 5 years ago.... seriously!
In the last five weeks I've done..... honestly - I don't even *know* how many interviews - I wasn't writting them down... lololol. Seriously - I wasn't keeping track of who or when ... I was just trying to keep up with everyone and return every phone call and whatnot.... the kids and I went to New York and I was on The View.
THE VIEW. What the.......? Seriously - THE VIEW.
Then... as we all know- a certain model got us both on THE SOUP! THE SOUP!!!! Joel McHale SAID. MY. NAME.!!!!! It's like when you're in middle school and the boy you like holds your hand in the hall in between Algebra (that you're miserably failing) and Enligh class (where you're excelling... except for your grammar and spelling are rather tragic....) - but there leaned against the cement brick walls painted falsley bright colors as though to force happiness upon it's melancholy teens ..... and your palms are a touch sweaty but you're holding on for dear life... because at 13 boys *are* your life... lolol. Then at the end of the day you float home on hormones and Debbie Gibson lyrics and swear to NEVER. WASH. YOUR. HANDS. ever again.
Well.... it's kind of like that - only there's no way for me to keep my name out of the mouths of others to forever preserve the time Joel McHale said it. Damn.... lol - and I think for a split second El Capitan was a teenyweenybit jealous because we both LOVE Community and The Soup.... and especially Joel McHale.
Then there was the interview in The Enquirer...... I mean - I don't know think anyone is actually "famous" until you are on page of The Enquirer! I've been reading that since I was in middle school.....
Now we wrap up with two days in Hollywood with Jenny-Jen-Jen and we HAD. A. BLAST. In the first place, we flew Virgin - with it's fantastic blue cabin lighting and AWESOME seats and TV's in the seat back.... I was IN LOVE.... and I promptly informed the pilot as we left the plan that he had "popped my Virgin" cherry.
No... really, I did that. bwahahahahahahahhaha
We checked into our LUXURY hotel located on Hollywood Blvd - literally in the heart of it all. Then we went for lunch In and Out... yummy..... then we jumped on one of thosue tour buses. Usually I'm totally against doing anything that screams "I'm a tourist" - hence why I have never owned a fanny pack. just sayin'.
They drove us around Hollywood and up into Mullholland - pointing at either ACTUAL celebrity homes... or just large homes where they tell us "Gwen Stefani lives there" (which, I guess that good ole' Gavin is good for nothing? lolol) - and BEST OF ALL.... the THREE HOMES where Robbie Williams lives!!!!!!!
As I exploded in a round of applause and cheers and pure Beatlesesque excitement over the very idea that I was thatclose to Robbie Williams.... the driver busted up laughing and said I was the first American who had ever known who the hell Robbie Williams was.... lolol.
We had a GREAT time... I almost got a tatoo... more on that later I think... and we fell into bed far too late for someone who was filming the next day (not that I'm EVER going to get enough 'beauty' sleep in this life to make any damn difference... lololol)... and in the morning, we had breakfast at The Hard Rock cafe' (which totally sucked ... sadly) - and our driver picked us up to take to the studios.
I'll write more about the interview closer to it airing... but - we had a great time. I'm not sure HOW the hell I got here... or why - but I really am grateful. Really.
It's not at all lost on me that all of this is happening because of a sign on my lawn - and because of what
El Capitan did.... and as fun as doing interviews and flying to New York and LA has been... if I could go back and stop it all... stop him from being with *her* - I would trade it all in a heartbeat.... there aren't enough 'vacations' and interviews that could ever take the place of how happy our children were - how happy *I* was before I knew he wasn't..... but - that wasn't my choice, I wasn't given that option... so I'm just going to continue to make as much lemonaid as I can......
Now... I've got to think of a way to scale that fence to Robbie house...... night ya'll! :)