I Wanna Dance With Somebody

yep.

ben rector.

yep.

3am T-Bones

friday night.

the best kind of friends.

lots of wine.

sing-a-longs.

3am t-bones.

sleepover... obviously.

this weekend?  fat camp.

The Megan James Family

my annoyingly gorgeous, unbelievably thoughtful, overly generous, gigantic hearted, super talented, good hair rocking, oversized sweater wearing friend, meesa, gave me the sweetest gift this weekend:  cards for the babies.  their very first cards, in fact.  

what's the deal with these babies i keep talking about, you ask?  well i STILL can't write about them here and it's driving me crazy.  so until i can actually talk about them i will continue to keep writing about them without really writing about them.  it's cheaper than therapy.  deal with it.

we had a big weekend, those babies and me.

and i'm talking BIG weekend.

like bigger than dinosaurs big.

bigger than country music award show hair big.

big.

until i can share i leave you with their first cards... thank you, mees.  

g&g are going to adore their auntie suss.

I Pick You

happy valentine's day.

love, gerald and geraldine

(i'm still not allowed to share details on these two perfect little nuggets... but i will as soon as i can!)

Jameson

remember when I told you that my friends and I started a band?  well we did.  and I think it's my soulmate.

we wrote and recorded the whole project in a weekend.  our first show is this tuesday.  we had a photoshoot with the amazing melissa schipper.  it's happening and all signs point to legit.

these kids are some of my best friends and are, without a doubt, the most talented people that i know.  even if they weren't i'd stay in the band for the group text messaging chains alone.  humor is not something we have a sense of in this band... it's our first language.

ladies and gentlemen... jameson.

Dessert Before Dinner

yesterday kimberly schlapman from little big town filmed a pilot for a cooking show in our kitchen.  

at 7:30 i got up to make a quick pot of coffee before the madness ensued and climbed right back into bed with my mug to catch up on some e-mails.  around 8 o'clock the circus came to town.  a dozen camera/lighting men, one loud new york woman, 3 giant boxes of cookware, and blonde curls for days came barging in and immediately started moving furniture out of the den and redecorating the kitchen.

in true megan fashion i met most of the crew in my pajamas: shorts, t-shirt, off the shoulder sweater, glasses, and a mess of bed head.  i apologized to kimberly for walking around their office for the day looking like a homeless woman and she told me i looked "cute as pie".  she's a good liar.  that one poured right out of her mouth like melted butter.

her daughter, daisy, joined her to film the last bit of the segment.  she said her daddy always says, "dessert before dinner".  i think the schlapman's are my soulmates.

i left for the day and came home 8 hours later to a spotless house.  the circus came and went like it was never there.  not a stake left in the ground.  only the smell of chicken pot pie in the air and a dangerous plate of sea salt brownies left on the counter.  guess who had dessert before dinner tonight...?

Mary Susan Balboa

the other day my friend, mary susan, came over for coffee.  at 9am.  in her pajamas.  and we maaaaaay or may not have both climbed into my bed and talked for two hours like teenagers.  judge away.  it was fantastic and we will absolutely do it again.

out of the blue she asked, "if you could have any other accent what would it be?"  without hesitating i answered, "english.  if i sounded like adele i would walk around all day just listening to myself."  i asked her the same question and she said, "i've always wished i sounded like i was from the bronx.  how ghetto is that???"  my 95-pounds-soaking-wet-blonde-hair-blue-eyed friend responded to my fits of laughter with, "when someone from the bronx is talking to you, you WILL listen to them."

tru dat.