I arrived at JFK yesterday for my four day stay in NYC. Riddled with guilt over leaving my 10 week old at home, not to mention the other 2, I was slightly challenged and looking for a little distraction from my internal wallowing. I found it, fast. Because I am supposed to be WORKING, I caught up on about 1,000 emails after checking into my hotel. Just as I was further feeling sorry for myself that I was checking email when I should be at some fabulous dinner spot (see next paragraph) I glance up from my 27th floor perch and low and behold I had my very own Sex and the City moment - man candy! Mr. Buffalicious was straight across in the next building, light on, disrobing. Honestly, I looked left, looked right, convinced that my husband had rigged this as some kind of test, and of course no one was in my room so I just gawked in amazement at my truly Hollywood moment. Rock star fabulous man candy was Mr. Fabulous, he prompted me to head out to dinner.

With a new spring in my step, face fully flushed and my depression lifted (let hubby get barfed all over while checking emails for a change, I’m foot loose and [sort of] fancy free), I pranced off to Benoit. Deeeelightful Benoit is one of Alain Ducasse’s restaurants on 55th I think. The full French menu and French experience (complete with French couple next to me chirping away in their native tongue), I was in heaven. I was really well behaved with my two course meal and glass of great white wine from Santorini (weird, I know, but delicious) and I finally forwent (is this a word?) dessert. This did not last. I headed to bed, King Size Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup in hand, I polished off the whole thing. Truly unfortunate, yet I tucked myself cheerfully into bed - alas, it was a perfect night. Stay tuned - Miss Robyn from Mix, Mingle, Glow is due to arrive any second to help me facilitate the rest of my journey - thank heavens!

I am sorry but there is nothing better than a real life juice fest. I must say that I feel so freakin’ bad for Christie Brinkley. The woman is insanely, insanely, fabulously gorgeous. A friend of mine saw her one time and said it’s just not possible how darling she really is. So then we have Peter Cook Dingbat, who couldn’t figure out that he had the BEST thing going (exactly where do you go from marrying Christie Brinkley?) botches it up by bopping the toy store employee, Diana Bianchi, who of course is a singer that wants to remain anonymous. Oh please. I’m also trying to keep a low profile, that’s why I blog. Poor Peter is about to get skewered (pun intended) in court here. Stay tuned, you go Miss Christie. Neeeeeexxxxxxxxxtttttt!

Photo courtesy of Wikipedia.

With summer entertaining already here, I thought it would be good to have some easy tips to keep your cut flowers fresh!

* Cut stems at a 45 degree angle using sharp scissors, shears or knife (if
possible cut underwater).
* Remove leaves that will be below the water line.
* Put flowers in one part lemon-lime soda to three parts water or combine
two aspirins, a few drops of bleach and a dash of sugar (per quart of
water).

Now go ahead and enjoy those fresh, beautiful blooms! 

Photo of flowers from one of our events, courtesy of Christine Chang. 

* Record heat in a town without weather (triple digits and the newspeople are encouraging the elderly to seek refuge in "cooling centers." What the h–l is a cooling center? Like a refrigeration unit? A mall? Cool yourself and your pocketbook at the same time?)

* Malibu surfers fight with the paparazzi after they try and take photos of Matthew McConaughey and…

* Gary Coleman spouting off some more of his issues. There might be a small problem here with this gentleman and his anger management issues, delayed loss of virginity and numerous suicide attempts. What exactly has happened recently that Gary Coleman is all over the news? Was it those Cash Call commercials? 

I think that the world is about to stop turning on its acess with all of this news. As I type, I just heard a commercial for Olive Garden which references their cooking/training schools in Tuscany. If someone can confirm an Olive Garden training school in Tuscany I’ll give you 1,000 bucks, swear. I think I need to come up with something a little more substantial to do with my very special college education but at the moment, I’m drawing a blank. 

Go to TMZ.com to really "Play Video" of Matthew

It is approximately 10,000 degrees in Los Angeles today, really 105+. I am not joking. Last night at 6:15 it was 105 and I do not want any emails about the dry heat. Dry heat is a farce by the time you pass 100, everyone is challenged, except my perfect mother who swore that not only was it not hot but she was experiencing a "chill."

Yesterday for the first time, I woke up and realized I had three children and it was 105. This realization hit me because my husband went to MEXICO for four days with the boys. Who in God’s green land is going to go down to San Felipe, dust bowl of the Southern region in this heat with no staff, no real a/c and a bunch of boys? Evidently my little angel. I have already predicted that he will drag himself in on Sunday night with a "cold" (hangover) and a frosty disposition (hangover) all because he finally got a little sleep and realized how much more he needs. For some reason as long as my husband is around it hasn’t dawned on me that I have all of these kids. Suddenly, I, TPG and challenged, was responsible for a 10 week old, a VERY naughty 2 year old (channeling Daddy, thank you very much) and a 13 year old. I think I am still in shock. Last night I decided to solve all of my problems with one GIANT lemon drop martini and a chocolate souffle to celebrate the fact that I dropped another 1/2 a pound. I think that was about my 4th martini of the week. Now who’s gonna be frosty when Daddy returns?

Note: Thursday I head to New York for work, so expect some spicy reports on fab restaurants and other goings on. I am sure it’ll be chilly and peaceful in the city. Not! xo M

Photo courtesty of KidsforSavingEarth.org - a really cute site to check out…