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Entertaining

Party In The Sun

Back when I lived in Los Angeles, I entertained constantly. And then, somewhere along the way, I stopped being all that interested in hosting parties; it was just so stressful. And then I moved out to the Bay Area and realized:

Oh. I totally love entertaining. I just need it to be all chilled-out and California-style.

The thing about summertime outdoor entertaining is that it’s just so simple, if you let it be. All you have to do is keep your refrigerator stocked with a few key items – fresh fruit, potatoes, hamburger meat, chips and salsa, and a cold bottle or three of Pinot Grigio - and you're good.

My Looks

The Dead

grateful dead vintage shirt

Foster's Freeze (San Jose, CA)

I've never been a Grateful Dead fan. Not because I don't like the music...because I know exactly nothing about it. I'm fairly certain that my high school boyfriend was into them, but he was also into Phish, and I apparently managed to tune out every single thing about his musical taste for the duration of our relationship (the one Phish concert he succeeded in dragging me to was less-than-successful, as what I did the moment I arrived was curl up on top of a table and fall asleep).

In short: if you told me to sing a Grateful Dead song for you on pain of death, I would be dead.

Style

Summer In The City

Nail Polish / Romper / Sunglasses / Sunscreen

Beach Hair / Lip Gloss / Cuff / Clutch / Sandals

It's getting on towards that part of the summer where you'd really rather be naked, please, because anything at all on your skin feels like sitting in a bath of chili peppers. The heat where we are is nice and dry, so it's not too bad -- but oh, do I ever remember what it felt like to be wandering the city in July, going down into subways filled with air that basically feels like boiling cement. You can try all you like to look chic and pulled-together when you leave your apartment in the morning...but by the time you get wherever it is you are going, you will have melted, and your clothing will have melted with you.

The best way to combat this misery: fuss with yourself as little as possible, because all fuss does is get heat excited about just how much it's about to take down all your valiant efforts. Lightweight jewelry; barely-there clothing; as little makeup and hairstyling as you can stand (seriously: my number one Summer Rule is do not wrestle with your hair, because the humidity will win). Easy, breezy, et cetera.

DIARY

Back In The Day

Back in the day, I wrote a whole bunch of movies and TV show pilots. It's a byproduct of being an actor; you spend your days reading script after script after script, and at some point you start thinking to yourself: "Dude. I could TOTALLY do this." And so you pick up a copy of Final Draft and start tapping away on your keyboard, and sometimes what comes out is an extremely unfortunate (but not autobiographical at all, oh no no) tale of a girl who moves to Los Angeles to be an actress and ends up wildly disillusioned (oh yes; it was as bad as it sounds). And then sometimes you end up with is something that's actually sort of...okay.

I've written a lot of stuff over the years, but I still think that one of my favorite things that I've ever written is a script that I wrote for a college course I took on the 1950s, and that was read by exactly two people: my professor and Kendrick (the latter only because he found a copy of it at some point and asked to read it). It's a coming-of-age story (because that tends to be what people who are still coming of age themselves write), but it's - shockingly, I know - not about me, which is a bit of an achievement in and of itself.

Something you learn very early on in Hollywood is that every script has to have a "log line" - a punchy, easily-digestible, 1-2 sentence explanation of what, exactly, the film is about (or what, exactly, you think will make people want to pay money for said film). So Armageddon, for example, could be "Die Hard meets Independence Day, with asteroids." Pirahna 3D would be...well, actually in that case the title pretty much does the trick. My script, Meridian Planet, was The Wonder Years, but with a girl.

Lifestyle

Weigh Your Phenomenal

This weekend was an interesting one, in light of what I talked about last week - the kinds of things we should be weighed on besides our weight. When I stuck this tattoo on my arm before spending the day running (and crawling, and swimming) through the mud I felt a little silly - because "strong" that's isn't necessarily a word I'd readily ascribe to myself...but at the end of the day, strong is exactly what I felt.

And it felt good.

It felt good because I surprised myself...but it felt even better because my children were there, watching. As young as Goldie is, it's a big deal to me to know that she got to see her mom be nervous, and then do the scary thing anyway. It's a big deal to me that she's living in a world full of women who run and jump and climb for no other reason than because they can. And I know it made an impact on Indy, seeing me and hundreds of other women - women of all ages and all sizes - pulling each other up and cheering each other on.

DIARY

#LiveRadiantly

mudderella california

Here we are just before the race, all clean and stuff (and practicing for the "carry your partner" obstacle).

I was so nervous the night before Mudderella that 10PM found me pacing around the house, packing and re-packing my tote bag, checking and double-checking whether I actually owned running sneakers (somewhat surprisingly, yes), and obsessively drinking water just in case I arrived at the location of the run only to discover a desert filled with race organizers who had been replaced by water-depriving gremlins.

I was actually less worried about the obstacles themselves - climbing over walls and mud-hills, crawling under nets, sliding into pools of water (mud) - than I was about the running...because for real: I am not a runner. I feel like I look ridiculous doing it; I'm virtually guaranteed to get a stitch in my side after .5 seconds; treadmills are my Angry Place; et cetera.

Crafts for the Uncrafty

Fourth Of July Star Jars

crafting for kids

Well, these are cute.

Since Indy is still a little too young to stay up for actual fireworks, I was trying to think of fun ways to include him in the whole Fourth of July thing, and these star jars (which are pretty and festive for non-kid-inclusive celebrations, as well) do the trick. You can put real votive candles inside, or you can use those flameless LED ones if you want to let kids handle them (or if you just want to be extra-safe, which...you know...always a good idea).

Lifestyle

Weigh This

Lately, my son asks me, over and over, "What are the reasons why you love me?"

I tell him he is kind. I tell him that he cares about people. I tell him that he makes me laugh, that he is smart, that he is a wonderful singer. I tell him that I love him - value him - for so many reasons that I couldn't possibly count them all if you gave me a million years.

My daughter's not old enough to ask me this question, but she will be soon. And when she does, I will tell her all the reasons why she is special, why she is worthy not just of love, but of everything. I want her to feel proud of the books that she reads, of the dreams that she has, of the uncountable things that make her so remarkably her, and I want her to know that not a single one of these reasons has a thing in the world to do with the size of her thighs, or the circumference of her waist. Because I know from experience - from the years that I spent with worries about my body taking up space in my head that could have (and should have) been used for dreaming and exploring and imagining what could be - how hard it is as a woman to remember what people should really be weighing you on.

Eat

So Apparently I Grill Now

ribs gas grill cook

Is this photo creepy? I totally think it's creepy. And also cool.

(Please ignore my nails thanks.)

Alright, first: I made ribs. This is extremely exciting, because I've always been intimidated by the idea of making ribs (all that MEAT, you know?), and Google did me proud, because what I ended up with was all sorts of delicious. (If you're curious, I cooked it over indirect heat - we have a propane grill, so I just put the rack on the unlit side - for about an hour and a half, basting with a red wine vinegar/apple juice mixture and finishing with Sweet Baby Ray's BBQ sauce.)


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