Tony and I are soaking up all the sights, sounds and pasta we can in our last few hours in NYC so my sweet sweet parents Laur and Murr are taking over the blog today in lieu of the usual Friday gratitude list. (Consider this my gratitude list: THANK YOU, MOM + DAD, FOR WRITING THIS BLOG!!) Having just turned 30 yesterday, I have a newfound respect for them, my mom especially - when she turned 30, she was less than 3 months away from giving birth to me and had to take it sober. (I, on the other hand, drank champagne pretty much all day long.) Her life was in such a different place than mine when she hit this milestone, which is crazy to think about because she and I are alike in so many ways. Here she and my dad are with their thoughts on their baby turning 30... Highlights include memories of me calling our beloved dog "Baby Jesus," and asking my mom on her 34th birthday, because 34 seemed SO OLD, "Are you going to die today?"View Article
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The hubs and I landed in NYC this AM after a red eye flight and a whirlwind weekend with the Kids' Choice Awards and the "School of Rock" premiere. Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who watched, spread the news about the show and called and texted - I haven't seen Tony so emotional since our wedding, and we're both so grateful for all the love and support you've shown him. We're in the city for the next few days for Tony to promote the show and to celebrate my 30th birthday on St. Patrick's Day. And as an early birthday gift, Tony wrote this guest blog for me. I'm stupid crazy lucky, I know...View Article
Guys, I’m going to be brutally honest with this one. I’m positively wrecked about turning 30. This week, I’ve cried twice in public (only one was an ugly cry, though, so let’s call that a win). And I’ve cried every day in private. Last night, I cried myself to sleep. This morning, I woke up to a text from Tony that said "My heart beats for you" with a link to an article about women who didn't find success until after 30, and it made me cry all over again. I love birthdays and normally believe in birthday months, but I am a mess over this one. I think it’s mostly because I’m a perfectionist, and I’m entering a new decade with so much of my life completely and entirely not figured out. I am so far from where I wanted to be when I turned 30, as far as success, accomplishments and looking at my life “on paper” goes. And I feel like I’ve really got to get my sh*t together on the inside, too. I always looked at 30-year-olds as “grown-ups,” people who have it together and are in the midst of their lives finally taking off. They’re hitting their strides in their careers, starting families, doing yoga and eating organic things that don’t cause cancer or heart disease (whereas, I'm pretty sure most of the things I like to eat will eventually kill me. And if all the frosting and tacos and macaroni & cheese and cacio e pepe and burgers and fries don't, the amount of hairspray and spray-on SPF 70 I use on the daily will.) I thought when I turned 30, I’d either be a successful screenwriter, funny “second banana” to the less-funny, hot girl lead on a sitcom, or maybe a mom who dons size 2 lululemon to jog her kids to school in a Bugaboo...View Article
In exactly two weeks, I will be 30. I'm having a very unoriginal crisis over that fact. Tony and I also have a bucket list of travel destinations we want to hit before we have kids. Our lives are about to get wildly busy with his show premiering next week ("School of Rock!" Nickelodeon! March 12! Please watch!!) And our friend Kara is the best travel agent on the planet, who hooks us up with the most insane deals. Those are the factors that led to our stupidly over-the-top vacation in Mexico for an early birthday celebration that I'm about to assault your eyeballs with. This is probably my most Marie Antoinette-esque, not so #humblebrag as much as #BRAGBRAGBRAG post I've written to date. Just know it's a highlight reel. I'm only sharing photos where I'm sucking my stomach in so hard I'm probably crushing my uterus (or kidneys or whatever, I didn't pass science with flying colors). I also didn't post any photos from the night I ate so many tacos I barfed. Or any of the photos of my mom telling me to make a career pivot, and consider abandoning Hollywood and becoming a travel agent instead. I'm just sharing my favorite parts of this unforgettable, epic trip. VIVA MEXICO!View Article