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Motherhood is hard. You Have No Idea

Sometimes at the fork in the road of motherhood, you see your toddler thrashing about the floor in a tantrum, raging over a denied cookie. You think back to when they were tiny, helpless infants. That was easier right? If only I could follow that other path into a time machine, go back when it was simpler.

Oh, that’s called Mommy Amnesia. An actual Web MD condition. Okay, not it’s not. You just think it was easier then. It wasn’t. Remember the midnight feedings?

You think it’s going to be easier when they’re older. It has to, doesn’t it?

But what happens when you turn over your keys to your 16 year old? That’s as hard as crowning during childbirth!

Oh “YOU HAVE NO IDEA”.

All the stages of motherhood have been covered in this video. Tell me what stage you relate to most!

This video was created for the loving promotion of Jen Mann’s book People I Want to Punch in the Throat: Competitive Crafters, Drop-off Despots and Other Suburban Scourges

Frugalista Blog in the video You Have NO Idea

High five! Beauty Box 5 September Box

I feel pretty, oh so pretty, and bright!

And I pity any girl who

DOESN’T GET BEAUTY BOX 5 SUBSCRIPTIONS!

I mean that in the nicest way possible.

 

Have a look what’s in this month’s box:

Nicka K New York Eyelight Crayon-

This is a creamy eyeshadow/eyeliner stick. I love that it’s retractable and its texture. The crazy purple pink will be a fun adventure to incorporate in my ‘green eyes that’ pop look with plums and violets.

Natural Style by FUBU Deep Conditioner and Co-Wash-

I haven’t tried this product yet but it sounds like my hair will love it. I don’t know what a Co-wash is. It says that it’s for curly haired girls. Maybe that’s why I don’t know, because I’m not a curly-haired girl. But with shea butter and paraben and sulfate free, this kind of deep moisture product makes me happy.

Sally Hansen Toe Spacers

I pretty much have enough toe spacers to start a nail salon. I’ll probably toss these in a goody or gift bag for one of my daughter’s friends. Dear Beauty Box 5- no more toe spacers!

My Beauty Spot Nail Polish

I received a true gold color that spreads on thick and looks solid. Fun for accents and patterns over other colors. What I wasn’t sure of was the smell. For a nail polish, it’s got a very strong scent. Like I spray painted the tool shed. We’ll see how I tolerate this!  But the color and coverage is great.

Chrislie Formulations 3-in-1 Eye Bright

Hold. The. Phone.

This is like Botox in a tube. Okay, I don’t have Botox, so I wouldn’t know if it was like that. But my eye area was fresher and brighter after I applied it, just like it said. AND it didn’t get chalky or pasty like some other lifting products do. Love.

There you have it.

Frugalista Blog Beauty Box 5 for September

I luv me some strays

If I had all the money in the world, I would adopt every cat, kitten, dog and puppy that needed a home. I would need a really big house. And lots of kitty litter. Plus, can you imagine the vacuuming? I barely keep up with the two furry critters that I have.

Interestingly enough, the only time I have ‘bought’ a kitten from a farm or breeder, it ended up dying within 6 weeks from FIP. Feline Infectious Peritonitis. A very contagious, deadly infection that has no cure.

It broke our hearts. So when we got a new kitty, what better way to adopt one than out of some guy’s van in a Safeway parking lot?

Almost like a crack deal in a back alley; he showed us the kitten, covered in fleas, barely old enough to be away from its mama. It was climbing over pizza boxes and Burger King wrappers on the floor of the back seat. We paid the guy 20 bucks for his trouble. Or maybe just to go buy more Whoppers with cheese. Who knows? It just seemed better to give him money for this whiny little fuzz ball.

We drove straight to the pet store and got all the flea products available.

We bathed him, dried him, combed his fleas off, and snuggled him. Boy he  was cute. And little.

I took him to the vets the next morning and sure enough he needed de-worming. Good Lord. How could such a little thing be so infested?

He was too little to climb the stairs to the laundry room where we kept the litter box. And the de-worming meds gave him the runs. So we set up a shoe box downstairs with litter. As soon as he would start to pop a squat, we put him in the little box. Ugh. It was nasty! Poor thing. He would sit there with his eyes closed pooping up a storm of nasty brown soft serve.

He had a few accidents on the couch. What had we gotten ourselves into?!

I’m not doing a very good job convincing you to adopt a stray, am I?!

Once the worming issue was taken care of and he could use the litter box upstairs, we settled in with life with a cat and our dog, Sophie, who we had also adopted years earlier.

If I told you the cat nursed on the dog would you believe me? Yeah. That was a little strange. He had mother issues for sure. The dog put up with it three times. After that, she growls whenever the cat comes near. Now I think SHE has issues.

The last time they were ever this close. Still a better love story than Twilight. #LUVSOME

The last time they were ever this close. Still a better love story than Twilight.

We named the cat Pluto because he was so tiny he looked like he was a tossed out planet in the solar system of cats. Well he showed us.

Now he’s a 20 pound regal beast. He thinks he’s so cool. Mostly he just sits around all day and eats. And eats. And sleeps. And knocks shit off the counters.

If I did ever run that shelter with all my fur babies found from dumpsters, freeways and minivans in parking lots, I would feed them all LUVSOME pet food.

The nice folks at LUVSOME sent me a switch kit to ‘wean’ Pluto off his fancy pants food that is super expensive and I have to go across town for. I got coupons for free dry food and wet food and did the switch. He’s not happy with change, but he’s also not happy with starving.

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So now I don’t have to go all over creation but can get LUVSOME at Kroger stores anywhere. There’s crude protein and meat meal and whole grains in their products, and better stuff than some humans eat!

You know what else I like about LUVSOME? Besides their incredible price and quality ingredients? They partner with Best Friends Animal Society www.bestfriends.org to help give all sweet furries loving homes.

See? We’re like minds LUVSOME and me! So go ahead and support them and then McSweetie doesn’t need me to complain about all the cat boxes I’d have to scoop.

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Why I regret spanking my child

We say it takes a village to raise a child.

It can take a fleet of people to bring home a new baby. Grandparents, neighbors, best friends are all helping the new and bleary-eyed parents with their unfamiliar and exhausting schedule. The dinners are pre-made in the freezer, the laundry folded by a kind grandma, neighbor or mother-in-law are absolutely life savers!

There are countless instances where the village kicks in:

A ride to the pediatrician with your best friend can help you with that cumbersome stroller you’re still getting the hang of collapsing to fit in your trunk…I’ve been there.

When your oldest is sick and you can’t pick up your youngest from school and that helpful neighbor offers to do it for you.

But when it comes to issues like discipline that border on child abuse, we can turn a blind eye and say that how you discipline your kids is your business. What goes on behind closed doors is your business. How you treat or mistreat your spouse is your business.

It’s a Pandora’s Box of taboo topics. A minefield of gray that most of us would rather leave to each his own.

However, if it takes a village to raise a child, why do we neglect one of the parts that is so critical to a child’s psyche and molding in how he or she will perceive violence, corporal punishment, and power?

In the case of NFL player, Adrian Peterson, he took a switch, a small branch from a tree and hit the child repeatedly for interfering with another child’s video game.

This is an old-fashioned form of punishment. Probably one our grandparents endured. I think my dad did. We’ve seen it on episodes of Little House on the Prairie when the school master disciplines a student with a switch or stick. Nuns did this in Catholic schools with rulers, headmasters with paddles.

The difference between those situations and the Adrian Peterson situation is the boy’s injuries and wounds look like they were inflicted out of rage and lack of self control.

Discipline should be carried out judicially. Not in a fit of anger.

This is why I can say I regret some of the spankings I gave my daughter. I know that I reacted in the heat of the moment when I gave her the swat on her diapered backside. Read more

 

Why I regret spanking my child by Frugalista Blog for Bonbon Break

Purple eye shadow- a tutorial for green eyed beauties!

Frugie Blog presents How to make Green Eyes Stand Out

Whether or not you have green eyes, this is a pretty tutorial to wear a shadow that’s NOT taupe. Which, let’s be real, is what I wear ALL THE TIME.

If you’re in a rut or need some tips to make your eyes stand out, or how help wearing shadow on mature eyes (ahem, the ones that droop!), then you might like this.

Feel free to leave me your comments and share with your friends and click the little ‘thumbs up’ button by the video. Thank you!!

 

Don’t leave home without it!

We all have the days where drop-off can start in the morning, you run errands, hit appointments, tow little kids, pick up more kids, head to soccer, ballet, PTA…. You get the idea.

I’ve had those days where I have eaten random Andies Mints from my purse for lunch because I didn’t even have time to go to a drive-thru. But those days are even more crazy when your phone battery is running on red.

“Connect charger” are not the words you want to see across the screen when you’re trying to catch up on emails sitting in the orthodontist waiting room. Or trying to get a hold of your pediatrician while you step outside from volunteering at your kid’s school book fair.

Oh we’ve all been there!

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To keep you charged and connected myCharge is giving 3 lucky winners each an iPad mini with a myCharge HUB 6000 portable charger! The amazingly compact Hub 6000 features built-in cables and connectors for smartphones, tablets, e-readers and more. Get up to 27 hours of additional talk time for your devices, as well as integrated, quick-charge wall prongs. The Hub series is commonly known as the “Swiss Army Knife of portable power devices.

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Additionally, 40 winners will each receive an Energy Shot compact portable charger for their smartphones that delivers an additional boost when you need it most. They come in a variety of styles and can give you up to 10 hours of talk time! (Please note, smart phone not included in giveaway).

 

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“This book kicks suburban ass”

Hit list- Yoga pant wearing over-achieving Pinterest moms on crack. Or maybe just on too many skinny lattes.

Assassin- Jen of People I Want to Punch in the Throat

Mission- To sell as many books as possible that kick ultimate suburban ass

You may or may not have guessed over the last year, I’ve had a little bit of a girl crush on my friend and mentor, Jen who writes the acerbic and gutsy blog, People I Want to Punch in the Throat. Having self published 3 books in the last 18 months, this is her Random House debut, and honestly, I sure as hell hope it’s her debut on the New York Time’s Best Seller’s List.

Her book, “People I Want to Punch in the Throat; Competitive Crafters, Drop-off Despots, and Other Suburban Scourges” hits shelves this week.

In it, she chronicles her match-made-in-AOL-heaven romance with her tight-wad, somewhat stingy (sorry Ebenezer) husband, her journey into motherhood that leads to play dates, PTA meetings and themed birthday parties, among other things.

If you’ve ever wanted to flip off that  one car at school drop-off, you know there’s always THAT parent, the one that thinks the rules don’t apply to them; then you will love this book.   Jen will have you laughing out loud at her observations and keen wit, between her pajama attired self at pick up, to her undying love and loyalty to her cleaning lady. Then there’s the chapters that your jaw will drop from the sheer audacity of some of these suburban ‘scourges’ she describes!

 

I was able to interview Jen for this book review. Don’t worry, I didn’t ask her what kind of tree she would be. But in the case of great interviews, kind of like, but totally different than let’s say, Frost/Nixon, I end with the all time question of ‘Shag, Marry or Kill”.

It’s always fun to get a little back story about the author. So here goes.

Me: “So Jen, Did you ever find your ring bearer’s pillow? Was it among the sex toys?” (What the heck? Hmm… read the book to find out more!)

Jen: “No! That poor, stupid pillow. It’s never turned up. I even moved from that house and I was sure we’d find it on the top shelf of the pantry or some place random like that, but nope. Now I think it got thrown out the day I received it. It was very small and light and I think it got tossed out in a bag of wrapping paper and tissue. So sad!”

Me: “What should I do if I’m too scared to hire a cleaning lady because my house is so dirty and cluttered? My baseboards are filthy and I think the dust bunnies are breeding.”

Jen: “This is why it’s so important to get a cleaning lady who you trust. She’s going to see what you shove under your bed and she’s going to know what a pig you are. It sounds like you’ll probably need to do a bit of sweep with a high powered vacuum before you bring in someone. Bring her in the day after you’ve dusted and tell her it’s been months since you last did anything. She’ll still think you’re a hot mess, but she won’t know the truth. Then, once you find someone you love, keep her happy. Shower her with praise and gifts. Let her know how important she is to you. Romance her a bit. Good luck!”

Me: “That’s excellent advice Jen. I’ll get to cleaning and then interviewing. Hopefully I find one that has an understanding of my obsession with beauty products that cover every inch of my bathroom.”

Me: “What do you have against the cereal Krave? I buy that by 3 boxes at a time.”

Jen: “Because I’ve never tasted it, I guess I have nothing against it. However, between the name, the design on the box, and the commercials, I’m assuming it’s cereal laced with heroin and crack. You might think I have no standards when it comes to feeding my kids, but every now and again I surprise even myself and say “No.””

Me: “You might be right about the crack part. You mean, ‘krack’.

Speaking of hanging out eating cereal all day. Have you ever considered Pajama Jeans? They’re really practical in lounging all day and not actually looking like pajamas. Eh hem.”

Jen: “My daughter tried to buy me a pair last year for Christmas. She thought they would solve all of my problems with one stretchy pair of pants. They seemed a little fancy for me. I’m not sure I can pull them off.”

Me: “Would you rather go to a Pinterest themed cat’s wedding or dog’s funeral? ”

Jen: “Wow, this one is tough. I’m going to go with cat wedding. I may not like dogs a whole lot, but a funeral is still sad. I’d rather enjoy the joining of two cats in holy matrimony. Plus, I’m hoping that one would have an open bar and a karaoke machine at the reception.”

Me: “Karaoke! We could sing a duet to Wicked! You have an alter ego as a realtor. Will you ever write a realtor’s Tell-All?”

Jen: “Oh, I don’t think I can. I think I’ve signed something legal-like that says I can’t dish on my clients. I could talk about my co-worker’s clients though. They’ve got better stories than me any way.”

Me: “Are you sure? That swingers party was some good dish! I think you should consider it. Speaking of swingers, do you have any piercings or tattoos?”

Jen: “No and after visiting a water park last summer, I’ve decided that I’m the only person in America without any piercings or tattoos.”

Me: “You can count me in on the no tattoos/piercings club too. What would you do if Adolpha came home with a face tattoo?”

Jen: “Cry and then give her a paper sack to wear over her head for the rest of her life.”

Me: “There’s really good concealer these days at Sephora. She could upgrade from a paper sack if she needed to.

Okay. Now for the grand finale. My favorite game of—–

Marry, Shag or Kill- Your choices are- Tom Hilddleston, Benedict Cumberbatch, Jon Stewart. Now go!”

Jen: “This is easily the hardest question for me. You’re really killing me. I adore all of these guys. OK, here we go:

Shag: Tom Hilddleston and then join a polygamist compound and marry BOTH Benny and Jonny.”

Me: “Way to take the easy way out! Although, I’m probably in the same boat with you.”

Thanks Jen for playing along with my interview. And congratulations on a hilariously funny and revealing book!

Find People I Want to Punch in the Throat; Competitive Crafters, Drop-off Despots, and Other Suburban Scourges” everywhere; Barnes & Noble, Amazon, iTunes and independent book stores.

I gave this book my 5-star Amazon and Goodreads review. Go read it for yourself!

 

Frugie reviews the new book, People I Want to Punch in the Throat

25 reasons not to have sex every night. Or much at all for crying out loud.

Frugie blog- reasons not to have sex with your husband. HUMOR, Marriage, life

There was an article in Huffington Post this summer about why I should have sex with my husband every night that made me roll my eyes out of my head. Like, I think I sprained something.

Power to that woman and her husband. But gobsdangit, she just convinced about 8 million husbands that they should be gettin’ some on every day that ends in Y.

Oh PUHLEEZE.

Disclaimer- I’m a happily married woman of 17 years who gives and gets it from her hubs plenty. So there.

But here’s my list on reasons not to have sex.

1.  I haven’t showered.

2. It’s Tuesday.

3. I had to clean the cat box earlier.

4. I have gas. Again.

5. I’m constipated.

6. I’m feeling bloated.

7. I had to put the kids to bed.

8. I made dinner.

9. I did the dishes.

10. I’d rather watch Downton Abbey.

11. I had to go to our kids’ school and it was exhausting.

12. I had to go grocery shopping.

13. I just washed the sheets.

14. I ate too much bread today.

15. The dog is snuggling me.

16. Our son is sleeping on our floor again after his nightmare.

17. It’s Thursday.

18. We did it last week. Or month. Whatever.

19. You promised me a back rub and only a back rub.

20. I need to exfoliate my face.

21. I’m tired.

22. We talked about our financial situation.

23. I’m worried about a UTI.

24. I just showered.

25. I painted my nails and they’re still wet.

Well, I could go on and on. Couldn’t you? I mean, let’s not get carried away. Sex is natural, sex is fun, just like George Michael sang. But good gracious, I’ve got things to do. I’m middle aged and tired. I don’t need no twentysomething who hasn’t found her first gray pubic hair, or crows foot, telling me what to do. If he wants sex every night, he can have it. By himself. But see, even he’s too tired for that. So there you go. It’s called life.  And nobody needs to tell you what to do. So there.

 

Girl crush Friday

Meghan Trainor. Who’s that? Let me tell you.

Frugalista Blog Girl Crush Friday All About That Bass

By the end of today I will get a song stuck in your head for sure.

But in a good way!

Yes, this summer has been all about Iggy, and Ariana, and Pharell. But, for me, it’s been ALL ABOUT THAT BASS.

And that’s BASS pronounced (bayse). Just so we’re clear.

You probably have never heard of her- Meghan Trainor. An adorable 20 year old from Massachusetts, who is probably considered the American Adele with her raspy mature voice, retro cute looks in her video and vocal pipes.

But I think she’s Meghan all on her own. Not just an Adele comparison. No offense Adele, you’re awesome.

Let’s talk about her single and her video.

All About That Bass is an anthem of sorts but not just for fat girls. No. It’s chorus,

“My momma she told me don’t worry about your size”

and “You think you’re fat. But every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top.” needs to be shouted from the mountain tops. I wish it could be piped in the halls of high schools everywhere. These words need to resonate with girls all over of all sizes!

Whether you’re a size 0 or size 16. The body image thing isn’t overdone. Trust me. Because girls are still looking in the mirror comparing themselves to magazine pictures. My daughter included. And myself.

So let’s “Bring booty back” and not worry about numbers but revel in our (s)ass and glory! Yeah!

Whenever this song came on the radio this summer, my daughter and I blasted it and broke out in our best moves. Even in the car.

Here’s the video that is immensely popular. Anything with retro looking Betty Draper style mixed with cotton candy explosion of pastel colors, pretty much begs me to love and adore it like a new kitten.

And if the tune ain’t your thing, no biggy. Just remember that ‘You’re perfect from the bottom to the top’.

Meghan, you go on with your fine self. And if you ever want to go makeup shopping and shoe shopping, call me. I know a great place next to the best donut shop!

If that’s not cute enough, here she is on Jimmy Fallon:

 

What it’s like to go to the Emmys

Where do I begin?

Have you ever been so joyously happy and miserable all at the same time? And don’t get me wrong, I loved every minute of the night, but gosh darn it, I need a team! A team people! Celebrities have it good. They have stylists, assistants, handlers, you name it. I have just myself. But enough complaining- here goes.

As you may or may not know, I won tickets to the Emmys through the Galderma Breakup With Your Makeup Contest.

We happen to be in the LA area on vacation anyway. So as fun as it would have been to fully take advantage of hotel and air travel the contest provided, we were already down in Southern Cal.

The limo picked us up that Monday afternoon. It takes a solid hour to get through LA traffic. I’m not sure who’s job it was, but I didn’t get a limo pass or a parking pass for the driver. Our driver, Felix, has done this for 20 years or so. He takes celebrities and guests to all the award shows. He knows the drill. So when he asked me for my pass, I didn’t have anything to give him. I’m guessing this was so I could be dropped off for the red carpet. Huge sad face here for not getting that privilege. But I also felt bad for Felix since he couldn’t park in the designated limo lot and had to bide his time for 3 hours while waiting for us.

Because we got dropped off 2 blocks away, we had to walk. No biggy. But our shoes were brand new. What idiot wears new shoes to an awards show? These idiots. I thought since my shoes were flat with a tiny heel, I’d be good. No. Patent leather doesn’t give. Add 85 degree temperatures and sweaty feet and what do you get? Blisters.

Holy shit the blisters killed me and we hadn’t even gotten in the door!

Speaking of the door. Our entrance was not the red carpet, but it was parallel to the red carpet of all the celebs, entertainment reporters and the who’s who of Hollywood. They went in the same door though to the lobby as we did. When I started to get a glimpse of stars like Taylor Kitsch (Friday Night Lights) and Kiernan Shipka (Mad Men) I started to get a little flustered!

Then I saw Laverne Cox from Orange is the New Black and I almost shrieked out loud.

Frugie Blog at the Emmys Laverne Cox

There’s Laverne Cox walking right by me!

Emma and I only had 15 minutes until air time and they are strict about you being in your seats when cameras are rolling. They don’t let you in except for commercial breaks if you don’t make it to your seats. So I wasn’t going to miss anything!

We slipped into the ladies room for a quick pre-show tinkle (heck, it was supposed to be a 3 hour broadcast!)  I turn the corner and there is Laura Prepon from Orange is the New Black!

Then out comes from a stall, Uzo Aduba “Crazy Eyes” from Orange is the New Black! What the hell? Are they all in here?

Frugie goes to the Emmys

Uzo “Crazy Eyes” Aduba from Orange is the New Black. In the bathroom!

I take note of the free eyeliner and lip gloss left in glass jars provided by L’Oreal at the sinks. I shove a few in my clutch. Normally I’d be flipping out over free makeup, but seeing your favorite Netflix actors in person kind of trumps product!

As much as I wanted to see what other actors were going to come out of bathroom stalls, it was really time to get to our seats. There was a throng of folks pushing through the lobby. Oh and you know, Laura Prepon was right behind Emma. I’m trying to take a selfie, but unsuccessful. I can’t walk and take pictures at the same time. The number of times I saw that woman you’d think I would have gotten a picture!

We go up to our seats in the Loge section.

Once we were in our places, we look out and the whole Nokia Theater is amazing! It’s just like on TV only better! We’re here! We’re actually here!

Frugie Blog at the Emmys

The view from our seats at the Nokia Theater.

We sit down and they are doing all kinds of prepping for the audience over the intercom. Counting down until broadcast, asking folks to applaud when we’re on the air. That kind of thing.

Perched above in our seats, we could look below at all the celebs in the front section. Is it weird that I could spot and recognize Sofia Vergara from 300 feet away?

I was looking for Kevin Spacey and tweeted him my seat number, but he didn’t reply.

My blisters were killing me and I took off my shoes. It’s dark, no one could see.  And then I realized that it had been several hours since I ate and it will be several more hours until I will eat again. Hmm, is this how celebs stay so skinny?

I was starving!! Emma and I chewed on sticks of gum and I had a packet of dried apricots in my evening bag. What I wanted was a giant basket of fish and chips and a cold Gin and tonic, but sadly, gum and apricots were all we had.

If the show seems long while watching from home, it flies by when you’re sitting in the audience. For real. It went so quickly.

The In Memoriam tribute for those lost in the industry, and the special Robin Williams tribute by Billy Crystal weighed heavy in the room. I was crying. Not sure about anyone else, but it was incredibly heartfelt.

At the last commercial break, there was an announcement that those with Governor’s Ball tickets are to exit the side door, and those without are to exit through the back door. Sad trombone here.

Gee whiz. How I wish I could’ve snagged a few of THOSE tickets!

As we file out and head down the escalator, I’m rubber necking around to see any glimpse of folks that I’m dying to rub elbows with. And low and behold, there he was. Off to the side. Standing like he really didn’t want anyone to notice him. But his 6 foot plus frame is hard to miss. Not like a lot of other actors who are short and blend, mind you! But I could tell immediately it was Idris Elba. He’d been nominated for his role in Luther and come from the UK just for me, er us. Er, the show.

I told Emma, “hang on a sec.” And bee-lined for Idris. I touched him on his arm and said, “Sir, may I have a picture?” He seemed reluctant, but answered, “Sure.”

I fumbled with my phone (holy shit, holy shit, holy shit) and snapped the selfie hoping and praying that it looked good. You only get one shot kid!

I looked him in the eyes and gave him a most sincere “thank you” and I think I might have curtsied, but whatever. He nodded back and said “thank you” as well.

I met back up with Emma and she was all, “who was that?” I told her and she didn’t seem to get the magnitude of what had just happened. I felt my knees go weak and my heart race. HOLY SHIT I JUST GOT A SELFIE WITH IDRIS ELBA!

Frugie with Idris Elba at the Emmys

Look! It’s Oscar and Emmy nominee Idris Elba!

I immediately posted it to social media. My Facebook friends were freaking out. My mom texts me, “who is the handsome man with you in the picture?” My night was made. Boom.

And then, Emma and I hobbled our way out the back door, just like we were supposed to. We texted Felix that we were approaching. How I wish we had that frickin’ limo pass to pick us up at the door!

Part of me didn’t want to leave and the other part, my feet and stomach part, wanted desperately to get home. Or to our hotel in Disneyland with the boys.

Emma and I did something so awful and disgusting. We took off our shoes on the streets of LA to walk the 2 blocks to our waiting limo. Yes, people gave us sideways glances. Sure there was probably urine and God knows what on the concrete. Who cares? We were miserable.

Heading to the hotel to Disneyland in the limo, Felix asked about the show and what celebrities we saw. He got a real kick out of all the ones I spotted in the ladies’ room.

Arriving at Disneyland only kept us on our cloud and getting in our hotel room to the room service waiting that McSweetie ordered (a pot of tea, bless him!). We chowed down on our Ceasar salad and quesadilla while rattling off everything we could to the boys.

And that’s our Emmys night folks.

It was a thrill and a half.

Now I just need to go to the Oscars! A girl can dream.