The week featured the usual craziness. I’m honestly having a hard time keeping up lately. My mind is swirling with questions.
Did Maclaren do his homework?
How is Watson’s reading?
Does Patterson have a sleepover this week or next?
Have the dogs been groomed?
Which dog pooped on the rug, again?
Have the kids brushed their teeth?
Have I? Just kidding.
What episode are we filming?
Is it Monday?
Is this train headed to NYC or to Baltimore?
Have I written a post lately? No.
I’m writing one now or at least trying to.
I was given an award from my high school Friday for being a distinguished alumni. Excuse me? Are they sure they have the right person? Maybe not because at the last minute I couldn’t make it. I had to stay on set and direct the last scene of my episode. My old friend Holly picked it up for me. We haven’t spoken in a long long time, but thankfully she showed up for me and I owe her one.
Here is part of the speech I was going to give, only part because I never finished writing it. I was playing a deadline junkie and waiting until the last minute.
"I’d like to start by thanking The Alumni Association and the organizers of this event, specifically Dee Stone. I also want to thank my friends, some of whom are here today. I have ‘t seen them in many years and yet, here they are and that makes me happy. I’m very grateful for this award and for my education at Turpin High School. It defined my past and continues to shape my future. I’d also like to thank Mr. Chance, who was the Principal and gave me a "chance" to prove myself to others, but more importantly to myself. I am deeply indebted to this man. Life is about relationships and experiences and this one’s pretty cool. Thank you."
In case you’re wondering, Maclaren did his homework, obviously Watson did not (see photo) but his reading is great, Patterson’s sleepover is next Saturday, the dogs have not been groomed, Max pooped on the rug, everyone has clean teeth, we’re filming episode 404, it’s Sunday and this train is headed to Baltimore.
This is me from my first job in this crazy business that I love. I was the Apprentice Still Photographer making $200 a week. I basically joined the circus and left town with this film starring Joe Pesci.
I’m pretty sure I still make that face, every day.
The me of today is back on the Acela. I’ve been back and forth from NYC to Baltimore twice in two days. I started another juice cleanse. This one was only 48 hours. I made it 4 hours.
I’ve recharged from directing and flipped the switch in my brain back to the Producer side and that means no more fun. Actually, it just means “no,” because I have to say that a lot as a producer.
October is proving to be a crazy month and we’re only 3 days into it. I don’t think even desserts in square pots can help me this time.
Happy Friday everyone.
I’m headed home after an exhausting, great and crazy week. I directed my first episode of Veep, episode 402, the 30th episode.
I’m grateful for the opportunity, and the brilliant cast and crew.
I’m emotional as I write this on the train with my Amtrak friends and at a loss for words, a very rare moment for me.
Think I’ll just listen to some music and appreciate the stillness and hope we don’t hit a deer like we did on my last train ride.
They’re back. Desserts in square pots shared with my Amtrak Acela friends means it must be Veep time again.
Here we go into season 4 and here I go into familiar and unfamiliar territory.
You see, this season of Veep, I’m directing an episode. I’m excited, happy, nervous and I might throw up. It is such an honor.
The kids are back in school and so far so good. Watson started playing soccer yesterday. It was his very first game but he was great. Really great.
Fall is approaching. In fact, it feels like Winter on this train as the AC is pumped so high I might get frostbite.
Today is the calm before the storm. Tomorrow we start scouting and the Veep train leaves the station for the 4th time.
Fingers crossed there’s no ice on the tracks.
Yep, he cut his hair off and it’s a whole new Mac, Middle School Mac.
He starts tomorrow and here’s the thing, I’m still not ready. He’s ready, he might have been born ready.
How did this happen? My youngest is going into 3rd Grade. I have a 9 year old daughter. WTF??? Where did the time go?
I barely remember the baby days. Luckily, I kept a journal for the first two years of Mac’s life, one year for Patterson and well, Watson got about three months, in total.
His journal is filled with entries like, “You rolled over sometime this month.” “You walked in July.” “You’re first word was, I honestly can’t remember, but I think it was dada or maybe cookie. No that was your sister’s first word.”
My little Watson is 7!!! He lost his front tooth a couple days ago and all he said was, “shit.”
I’ve lost my mind. We’re now headed back to NYC on a delayed Delta flight. It’s not choppy but I miss United From the Flight Deck.
I have no idea how high we are and I need to know when we get the hand off to Cleveland Center.
Wish me luck tomorrow. We get in so late that the Little Laing’s will surely be hard to wake up for school. There might even be a coup in my house when they take over in rebellion. School? What’s that?
We are in the last few days of Summer and I couldn’t be happier.
Our road trip is coming to an end on Monday when we fly back to NYC.
It’s about time. I don’t think I’ve slept in my own bed more than 4 nights since June 27.
I’m getting good at the musical bed game and managed to get 10 hrs of sleep last night.
Yes, I got a few elbows and knees thrown at me, but overall I slept.
One last day at the pool, one last trip to Universal and this Summer will be complete.
We start filming Veep in two weeks, school starts Sept 4th and so it goes.
I’m ready for Fall and ready to see my Amtrak Acela friends again.
I’m still not ready for Maclaren to start Middle School.
And this boy is getting his hair cut today. Bye bye baby blue, for now.
Happy Labor Day Weekend Y’all
And it might be right, again. It’s been a crazy week in Los Angeles, with only more craziness to come.
It’s the kind of good craziness that comes with Emmy Weekend and now that the awards are on a Monday, I’m screwed.
I’m already exhausted and it’s only Saturday.
I made it to one out of four parties. I missed one I really wanted to go to because I had the wrong night.
Instead, we stayed in with Chinese food. I’m saving my feet for Monday and this year I’m packing a change of shoes in the car.
My Little Laing’s are being difficult at bedtime but fingers crossed that tonight we will finally get some sleep and in the morning I can drop the exhausted and go with exhilarated.
The odds are not in my favor.
Yeah Suri, I can’t quite pinpoint my location either!
Ok Los Angeles, here we come. Wheels down in an hour with my English box of tea, aka my Little Laing’s.
Honestly, they’re not so little anymore. This Summer has featured growth spurts, blue hair and lot of questions.
Most of the questions are about puberty, dating and all that comes with being a teenager.
Don’t get me wrong, they aren’t even close to being teenagers but it’s not for lack of trying.
All I hear is, “I can’t wait until I can drive.”
I’ve even seen some texts about dating but I can only go so far attempting to embarrass my kids. Dating is off limits to my posts here and basically off limits to them.
No way, no how and under no circumstances will I let my kids start dating until they are eighteen.
Right. Pull my other leg and it plays jingle bells.
Just let me live this dream a little longer.
And let me enjoy this glass of wine as I listen to ” Live from the Flight deck,” yet again on United Airlines.
There’s a slight chop in the air as we make our way across Arizona.
Scratch that - this slight chop has become BUMPY. I’m doing my best to keep my head off the tray table.
Tonight’s late night agenda includes avoiding my writing duties by mixing colors of Sour Patch Kids together and eating them two at a time.
Yellow and orange are now “yellrange,” Red and green are “reen” and green and yellow are, of course, “grellow.”
Three at a time is a secret custom blend, which I’d share with you, but then I’d have to kill you.
Also on the agenda- watch the Go Pro time lapse footage from the road trip we took in April. I’ve been too afraid to look at it. Seriously, a lot happened during that 2,000 mile drive.
One solo mama driver + three kids in a car x 4 cities in 10 days = a custom blend road trip, which I could also tell you about, but then I’d also have to kill you.
I’m also doing some late night online shopping for party clothes. Emmys are fast approaching and so are the 8 parties that precede them. I must find 12 hour shoes this year.
Back to the Sour Patch kids as I watch. This sugar rush is not affecting me at all, not one bit.
Notes from the juice cleanse I started yesterday:
8:30 am - pick up juice.
9:45 am - order scrambled eggs and toast.
11:30 am - drink half a watermelon juice.
1:00 pm - why am I not drinking this juice?
2:00 pm - eat a peanut butter energy bar while looking at my bag of juice.
4:30 pm - put my bag of juice in the refrigerator.
4:32 pm - eat a handful of animal crackers.
4:34 pm - eat another handful of animal crackers. Open fridge and look at juice.
6 pm - remove juice from the refrigerator.
6:30 pm - eat a crab cake.
8 pm - I’m so glad this piece of cheesecake is part of my juice cleanse.
11 pm - go to sleep
7 am - get coffee as I board my train, bag of juice in hand.
8 am - Open juice and realize it expired yesterday.
To be continued….
In my world these two things go together, Dunkin Donuts coffee and Organic Avenue Grapefruit juice.