A few weeks ago, my friend Jill invited me to join her at a women’s retreat. Instead of relaxing by a lake and basking in the wisdom of remarkable ladies, Jill asked me to put on a leotard and grapevine around as a co-emcee moonlighting as a Jazzercise instructor. Naturally I was in.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Look at that screen grab! Does anyone recognize it?. This was my first blog post. I remember feeling super technical and wildly vulnerable
I am one of the luckiest people on the planet. Partly because I get to write about nonsense for a living, but mostly because I have one amazing mother. Ask anyone. She’s taught me so many life lessons. And since we are in the days leading up to a very significant birthday, I thought I would share them with you so we can all celebrate the woman who helped mold
I have a confession to make. Before I was a world-famous Jungle Cruise skipper of the world-famous Jungle Cruise, I worked in Fantasy Land. Here’s what you need to know about that situation: I campaigned hard to be transferred to Adventureland, convincing the higher ups that my darling personality and ability to memorize long spiels was currently wasted on asking big groups of people, “How many? Row 2. How many?
In honor of Father’s Day, here’s an oldie but goodie from a few years ago. Enjoy! Did I ever tell you about the time when I was taken to the men’s restroom at El Chcio’s because a waiter thought I was a little boy? Not one of my finer moments. If memory serves me correctly, I was around six-years-old rocking a fresh Dorthy Hammil haircut. I’m sure my parents were
