Note to self: don't read US Weekly before going to bed. Disturbing dreams about Lance Bass (driving a white Cabriolet...do they even make those anymore??) and Reichen ensue.
So I got a note yesterday from the lovely Ginger Roddick, who happens to be Andy Roddick's sis-in-law and publicist. I've known Ginger for a few years but you know how it goes: life gets in the way and somehow, you go months without emailing. Anyway, she wrote to tell me that she checked out the blog and she passed along Andy's blog, which I check in on too. Now, I know, I know, you're rolling your eyes: it's only her second day of blogging, and she's already name-dropping? Man, how lame. But let me just say that a) I don't know enough famous people to really name-drop, and b) there's a reason I'm writing this.
I met Andy about a year and a half ago when I flew down to Florida to interview him. I had no idea what to expect, other than that I swooned when he kissed Mandy Moore (girl crush alert!) when he won the Open. I met him at his annual fund-raiser for the Andy Roddick Foundation, and was just so, so impressed by him. Dashing, articulate, smart, witty...and only, I dunno, maybe 21 at the time. But the kicker came when, at some point in the conversation, he learned that I'd just had a baby ("have breast-pump; will travel"), and said, "you had a kid eight weeks ago? Seriously? You look amazing." Now, at that moment, had my (equally dashing and articulate) husband not been at an adjacent cocktail table, I surely would have fallen to my knees and kissed his feet, only to jump up whisk him away and run off with him forever. (The whole age gap thing aside - true, I'm old enough to be, well, not his mother, but certainly his babysitter, which definitely ups the squick factor.) Now, I'm sure that Andy has no recollection of these comments, much less meeting me, but my point here is that he's is a kick-ass guy who knows just how to make a post-partum mom feel dandy. So check out his blog. (And root for him this August/September at the U.S. Open!) It doesn't hurt that he's also a fan of The Office and raved about it in his blog.
Speaking of The Office, I just want to rant very briefly about this year's Emmy nominations. Now, my husband is always telling me that these award shows are total crap (right before he sinks into the couch and becomes entranced with a slightly glazed-over look until the final award is given out), but this year? Well, he's right. Because on WHAT PLANET could John Krasinski NOT been nominated for his stellar, subtle, hilarious work in Casino Night or Booze Cruise or Drug Testing or...on and on. (The smart folks at Television Without Pity agree.) And don't get me started on Lost or Patrick Dempsey or Hugh Laurie or Zach Braff. (True though: hurrah for 24, possibly the best show on TV right now.) I mean, half of the nominees aren't even on the air anymore. Why not nominate Captain Steubing and Mr. Drummond while they were at it? This might just be the first time I actually have to boycott the awards. (Oh, who am I kidding, like I won't be glued to E! for the preshow, at the very least.) Anyway, at least I know that Andy agrees with me.
So who got robbed in this year's nominations? And is my husband right? (Egads.) Are these nominations simply Hollywood's way of tooting their own horns?
And check back in next week - I'll talk about my road to book publication! (Finally, something relevant.)
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