Everyone knows that moving is considered one of life’s most stressful events… Right up there with bereavement, losing a job (been there, done that), wedding planning, and divorce (both which I’m lucky to say I have also experienced) - moving at any point in life pretty much blows.
A few weeks ago at my son's T-Ball game, something a little scary happened (and it had nothing to do with his team's Bad News Bears style of playing). At some point during the game, I noticed a middle aged man carrying a small dog in his arms, standing next to our bleachers, watching the game.
Hello, folks and welcome to "Camp Nothing To Do This Summer!" I'll be your host... Seriously though, this summer, we're doing a whole lot of nothin'. Thanks to a busy spring in which we took a lovely trip to Hawaii and moved homes all in the same month, we're laying low in a major way.
It's not often that I feel sorry for celebrities who get swarmed by paparazzi day in and day out. Sure, it's got to feel like a constant invasion of privacy, especially when children are present and exposed unwillingly.
Everyone has "his or her show." The TV show that you CANNOT miss, unless there is a fire or some extreme emergency. Due to the fact that just about a decade ago, there was no such thing as DVR and the "bloop, bloop, bloop" sound of Tivo was and unheard of, we either had to rely on good ol' VCR's OR not miss the goddamn show.
Prepare yourself Katie... the truth is about to come out... Your family, friends and fans might have told you how happy they were for you when Tom Cruise swept you off your feet and in to the land of Mordor, or wherever it is that Scientologists believe they'll go to when they find the ring. Or truth. Or whatever.