2021 Event Schedule

With getting back in the swing of things, I've suddenly realized how many of my friends have moved away. Hello!? Mass exodus out of California! You know what's kind of sad though? I heard a lot of people like my friend, Amelia, made her winter home her permanent home. Where is she supposed to stay November through February every year? Just stay put in one place? Like she's going to be living in Idaho full-time now? That's been really hard to digest lately and not just because she's now surrounded by carbs everywhere living by all of those potatoes. 

The other hard part of all of this is my event planning staff REFUSES to start planning my annual Spring Gala. They keep putting it off saying "California may not be open still" or "Not enough people may be vaccinated by then." BiHa (Biden/Harris) is SO on top of that now. I mean, our First Lady is a DOCTOR! She'll save us all, right? And Harris is the first genderless woman/man/21-other-gender person/non-person as our VP, so everything is totally legit with how they all elected themselves. NOT. WORRIED. ONE. BIT. about my upcoming 2021 event schedule. 

I'm Back from the Dead!!!!!!!!!!

I'm Back from the Dead!!!!!!!!!! And by DEAD, I mean my entire pregnancy then the last 10 months. What in the world just happened to my insides, specifically my uterus and mental state?! Yes, I have a 10 month old! He came TWO weeks late (longest two weeks of my entire life). These past 10 months have been the HARDEST MONTHS OF. MY. LIFE. Literally, SOOOO Stressed. It's been THE HARDEST THING EVER watching my nanny take care of my little bundle of joy. Seeing her feeding him in the middle of the night, constantly changing his diapers, getting him to sleep and doing everything around the house has been SO hard to watch. How does she do it all? 

It's been so long since I literally dropped off the face of the Internet Earth. I was in post-partum rehab for 180-days (and they didn't allow us to use our social media, email or our blogs) getting my pre-baby mind and body back. When I got out, I entered this weird Twilight Zone/Covid shutdown world, so I opted for like an extra six months of just SLEEP. I'm like a bear that just woke up from a loooong winter's nap. You'll be hearing more from me and about my bundle of joy now. I still need my nanny to finish her write-ups on what my baby's personality is like and all that, then I can't wait to share!

35-Day Detox

I'M BACK!!! I just logged on to my email for the FIRST TIME in 35 days. That is THE LONGEST I've ever been EVER checking my email and social media, EVER. I've been flooded with messages from readers wondering if I was too stressed to blog or if I died. When I first started writing, I was working SO HARD on providing content EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. And I did for 38 days straight. (That is also a record for me -- working on something that consistently.)

Anyway, the big news I have to share with the world is and the reason I was off social media and blogging for so long is that...(drum roll please)...I'm PREGO!!!!!!!

(In case you missed one of my last posts, you should go back and read this first before proceeding.)

I am LEGIT prego and not having a baby in another woman's body right now. It's in MINE. My sudden online disappearance has been due to AWFUL morning sickness. What in the world?! I didn't know such a teeny tiny little thing could wreak such havoc on a person's insides, taste buds and complete sense of self. I don't even know who I am anymore. I haven't gotten dressed to go out in public for a month. Oh, I'm only FIVE weeks and I realize it's still super early, but wanted to put it out there now so you can all start thinking of what to get my baby. The minute I found out, I signed up for 10 different baby registries. I still have months of work left on those, but thought I would get the ball rolling.

So for at least the next eight months, my posts might be more sporadic, but rest assured, I AM STILL ALIVE. In fact, I'm so alive that I have TWO lives right now -- one inside the other. I never dreamed I could ever think about anyone other than myself, but now I guess I'll have to learn. I already can't wait to see what Amelia is going to get me at MY baby shower!

Safe Eating

A lot of people think I CAN'T cook. It's not that I can't. It's that I DON'T. There's a big difference. 

When Brock and I first got married, I tried my hand at some homecooked recipes I grew up on (my "soul food"). My husband was nice about it, but didn't seem to really care for my cooking style. I would make a meal, set the table and sit there, end up waiting for hours alone will when he unexpectedly got caught at work. At first, I would wait for him to eat, but soon realized it wasn't worth letting my hard-cooked meal get cold. How depressing is that? So I would clean up, watch a show and go to bed with leftovers in the fridge never to be touched that night until I ate them the next day. It was like I was offering him poison which I still don't understand to this day.

So I gave up once his practice took off and I hired a personal chef. He would eat all of HER meals. Sometimes I would sneak in a few of those early recipes I made him personally -- just to see what would happen -- and he would gobble them up because our CHEF made them! [ insert frustrations boiling over again ] Because SHE made them or SHE endorsed them, somehow they were "safe" to eat.

Now he emails his weekly meal plan to our daytime chef for her grocery list. I never know what he's eating or not eating. He is looking really good, but that just makes me feel even worse about the one extra pound I have to lose right now. Sometimes I'm embarrassed to go with him to functions where his colleagues might see me and feel sorry for him like he ended up with a "frump girl." At least I don't wear yoga pants IN PUBLIC (like some of their wives do).

Stressful Amazoning

Today was super stressful. I had to find gifts on Amazon that my dad and husband would like for Father's Day. The most stressful part was trying to find things they would like AND that had Prime shipping to arrive by Saturday. I usually don't forget to schedule gift buying with my personal shopper, but somehow this slipped my mind. About 10 minutes into my frantic online search, I found myself stress eating a bag of Cheeto puffs. Could someone please get these puffs away from me??

Well, success, but now I have to stress the delivery. I'll be watching all my cameras on our entrance like a hawk on Saturday, and will have my guard be on high alert too. If my packages don't arrive on time, I will personally email Jeff Bezos and let him have it.