I live in Utah. For the most part its a pretty decent place to live. Its beautiful, safe, affordable. It doesn’t always fit my personality but I can’t complain too much. But Utah has one kind of obnoxious flaw. It cannot make up its mind!! On a typical spring day I wake up to rain, drive kids to school in snow, pick up kids in the sunshine, and run evening errands in the rain again. So layering clothing is crucial while getting dressed in the morning. But a few days ago I ran into a clothing issue I hadn’t planned on. When I got dressed I put on athletic clothes because I knew I would be going to the gym later that night. So I slipped on a sports bra I have had for a while too long. Clearly it was one purchased before the mastectomy gave me an opportunity to um…..move up in size! So it wasn’t long before I realized it was way too small. My arms started going numb and I was getting dizzy. Unfortunately I realized this was a problem while I was driving….on main street! But worrying that I would pass out while driving with my kids, I knew I had to get this thing off! Now logically you would think I simply pulled over and removed it. But no, I wasn’t thinking that clearly. Obviously the lack of oxygen was getting to me. I happened to stop at the corner of Main and 14th North right when the light was turning red. Which all of you know if you hit that light right when it changes you have a good 5 minutes before it changes back to green. So I figured I had the perfect opportunity to quickly slip it off without anyone noticing. Unfortunately while trying to yank the thing off under my t-shirt (which was the only other layer I was wearing because it was that time during the day when its sunny) I got a little hung up. And without realizing it one of “the girls” had snuck her way out. I quickly realized she was out saying hello, yanked the bra off, and put her back in place thinking I was in the clear. That is until I looked to my left and saw the face of a sweet little old man in the passenger seat of the car next to me, completely red faced and trying to pretend he didn’t see me. But he and I both knew he had. And it wasn’t just because of the death glare his I presume wife was shooting me from the drivers side of their car! I was mortified!! I looked straight ahead and prayed the light would hurry up and turn. It was the longest light in the history of lights! But an eternity later it turned and I got out of there as fast as I could. When we got home I quickly got the kids in the house and closed the curtains. I was sure a cop would be coming to my door any minute to charge me with indecent exposure! About an hour later I finally felt safe enough to emerge from the house to do one thing: throw that bra away! Word to the wise: if your bra is cutting off the circulation to you head, PULL OVER!
Yesterday my son Benson turned 7 years old. I can’t believe he’s already 7. Every year around this time I start reminiscing about not only his birth but the years leading up to his birth. We wanted to have a family early on in our marriage. But we soon found out it was not going to be as easy as we thought. For years we struggled with infertility and it was incredibly difficult. There were so many tears, so many words thrown out in anger and frustration. It was a challenging time for us. But finally, 7 years into our marriage I became pregnant! Telling our families was a magical moment for us. We all had waited so long for this to happen. He was so prayed for and wanted not only us, but all of our friends and families. He was everybody’s miracle!
The pregnancy was hard. I was SOOOOO sick! And when my due date finally rolled around he was quite happy right where he was at. Then at 40 weeks and 5 days, he finally decided he was ready to greet his very over eager parents. Unfortunately, where even 5 days late he was a perfect 7 lbs 5 oz, his head was about 110% on the charts. And he decided to turn that massive head while in the birth canal and get stuck. The doctor tried to turn his head with no luck. But after 3 hours of pushing (and a very embarrassing barf out incident) he wasn’t budging and his heart rate was starting to fall. I was given a series of options and I begged the doctor to just get him out safely. Finally he was delivered with the help of forcepts. And not a moment too soon. He was purple and his cord was wrapped around his neck twice. I learned later his first apgar score was a 1. I can’t tell you how terrifying it was to not hear him cry when he came out. But a fabulous team of doctors and nurses got him breathing again in a few minutes. And I can’t tell you the rush of emotions that came over me when they finally put that little miracle baby on my chest. It makes me tear up just thinking about it. We only got to hold him a few minutes and then they had to take him to the nicu. He had a rough time for a while. Because of the forcepts delivery he had palsy on one side of his face. Not only could he not latch but he couldn’t even suck from a bottle. We had to feed him from a tube and I had to pump constantly. I came home from the hospital so exhausted. Because he had bruising from his delivery he had to be under the lights for a full week. But he hated it and would scream unless somebody was touching him. The bruises and palsy eventually went away and he started nursing better. But I wasn’t getting enough milk in and I couldn’t figure out why he was always screaming. It took us 6 weeks of non stop crying for us to figure out why. But finally he was growing and was happy. He brought us so much joy. Every first was so exciting and I loved it.
When I was pregnant we spent a day with my mom’s side of the family. My uncle and his wife had a son around maybe 6 or 7. This kid was mean! He swore at his mom, ignored all the rules, etc. His mom later told me that he was their miracle. They weren’t supposed to be able to have kids, but they got him. I remember thinking with my naïve mind that he was a waste of a miracle. It was a very stupid thought. Benson is sweet, loving, and so much fun. He’s super active and rough. He’s all boy! But he’s so sensitive too. When people make fun of him or don’t include him he hurts. And sometimes that hurts turns to anger. And then even though he is being bullied, he is treated as the bully. He had a terrible summer last year. The people who he had spent his entire life being friends with him didn’t want to be his friends anymore. Its ok, kids grow and evolve. They change their minds and their likes. But all of the sudden his friends didn’t like him. They silently bullied him and picked him apart. I held him so many times as he cried and it broke my heart. But because of the way he reacted to his pain nobody saw the hurt he was feeling. He was always left out and isolated and didn’t even feel comfortable playing in his own front yard. So he spent a lot of time in our house, watching the other kids play from the window. And I’m ashamed to say this, but to make peace I sometimes didn’t take his side. I feel terrible about that now.
This boy is amazing! He’s so intelligent. He continues to amaze me everyday with the things he can do. He has so many dreams and aspirations. And he cares so much for people. Last spring a friend of his gave him a dollar bill. He knew we were struggling to find a car for our growing family in our price range and offered his dollar to us for our new car. He has a huge heart! So on his birthday this year I vowed to be a better mom to him. I promised to look out for him better and let him be a kid. He is so special, and I promised to always remember that. Benson is a miracle. He is our gift. And those people who can’t see that are missing out. I will never lose sight of that again. I love you Ben!
Tonight I planned to write my opinions about Donald Trump and the decline of the average United States citizen’s intelligence level who thinks this man won’t get us all killed.
But that can wait for another time!
Lately TV has been very cruel to me. My favorite shows are all coming to an end. Pretty Little Liars is in its last season, I’m pretty sure by the latest promos Law and Order: SVU is headed in the same direction. And Mike and Molly….don’t even get me started on the fall of Mike and Molly! So sometimes watching reality TV for me is a great way to enjoy a show without getting too involved or attached. You always know at the end of the season it will be over. No surprises! I don’t watch The Bachelor, Big Brother, or even Survivor. I gave up The Biggest Loser when Jillian Michaels left and the idiots from Teen Mom and 16 and pregnant get on my nerves faster than a cat who is trying to sit on my keyboard while I type! Which incidentally is what my cat was just doing, and it was very annoying! But every so often a reality show comes along that I enjoy. And even more rarely does one come along that Todd and I enjoy watching together. But one recently just happened to come along that met all our requirements! It was called Married at First Sight. It was a social experiment where therapists matched up couples that only meet each other at the alter and then become legally married. They have 6 weeks to decide to stay married or get a divorce. They chose 3 couples and matched them according to not only the things they have in common but they’re differences and they way they complimented each other. One couple, David and Ashley, was doomed from the beginning. She couldn’t get over her unattraction to him or a misunderstanding they had they she felt destroyed her trust in him. He tried just so hard, sometimes a little too hard. Then there was Vanessea and Tres. They were perfect for each other! They were destined from the start. But then there was the 3rd couple, Sam and Neil. They were my favorite from the beginning. I’m sure a lot of my reasoning for this is because they reminded me of Todd and I! Watching them brought back so many memories of the newlywed times for us. I so enjoyed watching their relationship evolve into what I saw as loving and sincere. Not everything was perfect, but we got to watch them both grow so much. Then when the final show aired, Sam confessed her love for Neil, saying she wanted to stay married and keep going. But Neil, leading her on with words like “committed” and “appreciative”, suddenly broke her heart along with every viewer rooting them on by asking for a divorce. We have closed captioning on our TV (with 3 boys, even after they go to bed they’re loud!) so I got to see him asking for divorce 2 seconds before he said it. And in that 2 seconds I had already started to cry! My heart broke right there! I couldn’t believe he had done that. Now I haven’t watched the tell all special yet, but he claimed it was because he just couldn’t get past their rocky first two weeks. Are you kidding me?! Then the next day they meet back up at their house to pack up. Her attitude was amazing. She was upbeat and seemed ok. But having gone through a VERY similar experience I call her bluff! When Todd and I were dating we went on what was a lovely date and then on the way back he broke up with me. He said he had had a dream that we had gotten married and I wasn’t happy. I was completely blind sighted! I cried all night. But the next day we had to both attend and event we had previously committed to. All day I was up beat and positive with him. I pretended that I was just fine. But I was torn to pieces and cried for hours after saying goodbye to him that night. Then 2 days later we got back together and got married 8 months later, but that’s beside the point! Anyway, with what he said about why he chose to not stay married, there are is something I want to share with all the “Neils” out there!
I would never choose to be a newlywed again. On those days where Todd bugs me the most, I have to remind myself of that! Yeah its a magical time to learn all the wonderful things about your partner. But its also a time to find out all those little quirks and annoyances that they have. He was driving me CRAZY by the time we boarded the plane to go home from our honeymoon. That first year was full of so many ups and downs I couldn’t keep them straight from day to day. We had our first fight over a celebrity crush I had 2 days after we got home from our honeymoon. And guess what? Almost 15 years later, we have a son who is named after that celebrity! Its also a time for your to learn about your own quirks and imperfections. I figured I was just a moody teenager whose family bugged me. After all I was just 19 when I got married. Turned out, I was just moody period. And it took a lot of hurt feelings and misunderstandings for me to figure that out. What I’m saying is it takes more than 6 weeks to establish whether or not you should be married or divorced. I know the show can’t follow the couples for years. But if you have to get a legal follow you around forever divorce anyway, why not give it a while longer? And never ever base your whole relationship on the first few weeks of marriage. Todd and I knew each other a long time before we got married. We did not meet the day we got married. But even so our marriage would have had NO chance if we based it on the first few weeks. And since then we have fought through depression, infertility, financial ruins, medical crisis, etc. But through all the pain and frustration we did it together. And didn’t just give up after 6 weeks, breaking the heart publicly of a girl who was really trying. My point? Marriage is hard work! It’s exhausting at times. But like anything you work for, it’s worth it. Ok, marriage rant over!
Wait…..one more thing! While we’re on the subject of breaking hearts in a public way, I am beyond unimpressed with Neil right now. He made himself look like a real ass. And he reminded me of my father. Ha! My father would have never done that! In my eyes, tonight Neil is more hated then Trump! Well, maybe not that bad. But I’m definitely as annoyed at him as I was with the cat who wouldn’t get off the keyboard!
Last weekend I decided I wanted to go to Target. For those of you who don’t know me or anything about my hometown. Target is a 45 minute drive. BUT….I clearly lost all common sense and took my husband and 3 children with me so it was about an hour and 10 minutes ride. When will I ever learn?! You have to drive through a canyon, hop on the freeway on the other side of it, and then keep going for a while longer. Its not a quick trip! But every once in a while I make the voyage. I was in the market for some things to help us with some long needed home improvement jobs we’ve been working on……for years! I found a few good items, but it was the unexpected treasures I was most excited about.
First, I found a pair of PJs covered in pizza! They reminded me of the pizza jumpsuits that were part of Katy Perry’s last tour but nobody could afford to actually buy for themselves. I pretty much wore them nonstop the rest of the weekend. I truly considered wearing them to church!
2nd, I found an N’sync’s greatest hits CD! My high school years consisted of 2 things. The Rosie O’Donnell Show and N’sync! Imagine my excitement levels when N’sync was on The Rosie O’Donnell Show. It was euphoric! So I forced the entire family to listen to the CD in it’s entirely on the drive home. I hadn’t heard some of those songs in 14 or 15 years, but I could still sing ever word for every song! And with every song that started playing a flood of memories came flying back in my head at a speed I haven’t seen in years. Remember, a husband and 3 kids never equals speed! I started thinking about when I bought my first car and would blare the music as I drove through our neighborhood just to make our crazy next door neighbor a little more crazy! I remembered going to their concert and sitting all the way in the back. Not like nose bleed section. But more the nose bleed, sitting with all the old people, could have fallen down the 1000 cement steps to get there section! They looked like little ants down there, but I was SO excited because it was them! Then we waited by their hotel with a hundred other lovestruck teenage girls hoping to catch a glimpse of them coming back and got chased down an ally by a homeless person! Incidently I wore my Rosie O’Donnell Show shirt that the show sent to me when I made my dolls they showed on the show (Another story, another day) to the hotel just so I could impress them if I saw them. And FYI: neither their giant body guards or the homeless man were anywhere near impressed! I remember blaring Bye Bye Bye when I was pissed off at my boyfriend. Yeah, I married him! I remember drooling over my poster of Lance Bass and swearing someday I would meet him and he would ask me to marry him on the spot! Oh and I remember years later getting an upset 7 am text from my little sister saying he had just come out! And I remember watching them sing “This I promise you” when I got the phone call that my sweet friend and secret crush Jeremy had died in a car accident. Its funny how so much time in your life can pass you by and one little song (or a CD of greatest hits in my case) and suddenly feel like you’re 17 again! In fact, today when I went to get my 5 year old from school I was blasting “Tearin’ up my Heart” with my mini van windows down (it was a beautiful 43 degrees here today!) when I was spotted by a pack of iPhone toting with the ear pods in middle schoolers who gave me the weirdest look! Yup, I’ve become that person! The middle aged not cool mom who listens to her oldies with the windows down thinking that her generation had the best music ever! Pretty soon my kids are going to start asking me to drop them off around the corner from the school! I think next time I blast the CD I’ll be wearing those pizza PJs!
I’ve received a few requests to retell a few stories I shared on Facebook about things Kaleb (age5) has said in public. Kaleb has always been our outspoken quirky little boy. He has a mind of his own and absolutely no filter between his brain and his mouth! In ways he reminds me of Todd. In other ways he reminds me of my brother. Either way he’s never had a problem providing adventures for his poor exhausted Mommy!
Story 1: While I was pregnant with Micah I put my gym membership on a maternity hold. After I delivered him and had an unexpected gall bladder removal, I finally decided to take my hold off and return to the gym. But I had to take all the kids with me in order to do it. So one sunny day we set out to they gym. As soon as we got there Kaleb announced he needed to go to the bathroom. So I dragged them all into the Women’s locker room. I knew the ladies were allowed to walk around there in anything….or nothing, so I told the boys to put the heads down and don’t look at anything. As we were washing Kaleb’s hands a woman on the larger side walked past us completely naked. I tried to cover his eyes but it was just too late. He saw her and started yelling loudly “Mom, look at the naked lady! She’s all naked! I can see her butt!” I can honestly say I have never seen a woman, clothed or naked, run so fast! I grabbed him as fast as I could and ran out of the locker room and out of the gym! When I complained to my husband about it later he couldn’t stop laughing. I still haven’t received any sympathy for that one!
Story 2: Just a week or so after the locker room incident I made the mistake of taking my dear Kaleb in public once again. We ran to the dollar store to pick something up and I didn’t think a quick trip would make much of a difference. We were in there for 5 minutes tops when he grabbed a toy sword, stabbed me in the butt with it, and screamed “Mama, I just stabbed you in the penis!” I immediately heard laughter coming from the next isle. Needless to say, whatever we needed that day was not bought. We ran from the store too quick! And again, that evening when my husband came home, my complaints were not met with any sort of sympathy!
There are many stories where those came from. And I’m sure many more coming in our future. Bless that child, sometimes I think he’s my karma baby. The child your parents hope you will have someday to show you what you put them through! He’s keeps me on my toes, but I’m thankful everyday for him. Especially when he’s asleep!
Today is February 26th. I’ve been waiting for this day for months. Today Fuller House will officially be on Netflix! Haha! But for years I always anticipated February 26th as John McDaniel’s birthday. Anyone who knew me in high school knew I loved The Rosie O’Donnell Show! And anyone who knew me in college knew I loved John McDaniel! John was the piano player on The Rosie O’Donnell Show. My father passed away when I was just 7. I looked up to John as a father figure. And even after the show ended he kept in contact with his biggest fans through his website. We could post on it and connect with other fans. I can still remember the excitement of when you saw purple under your post. Purple meant John had commented! During the earlier times of The John years I was newly married. I was so young. I was learning how to be a wife while feeling the pressure of what the little bubble of a world called Utah State University expected of me. It was confusing time for me. But through the website I saw the world differently. I learned a lot from the other members. I remember one time me complaining that a movie made a Mormon joke and another member told me very bluntly “Don’t be weak”. I don’t know who said that too me, but its something I still tell myself today. After the show ended John toured the country doing concerts and conducting symphonies, among other things. One time he was going to be doing a concert in south Florida. Another member had an extra ticket and offered it to me. I’ll never be able to thank her enough! I swallowed all my fear and attended that concert! I was terrified but it was a life changing trip. Over the next several years I would go on a “John trip” once or twice a year. I went to New York, LA, St. Louis, etc. I saw broadway shows and walked on the beach during winter. And I tried beer for the first time…..and last! So gross! FYI:My husband was so patient. He knew I needed to find myself and supported me through it. I met so many incredible people. I made amazing friends. We’ve been through births and deaths and everything in between. They’ve been so supportive and I consider some of them my best friends. In fact, I’m preparing to take a trip to see one of them preform in a play.
Then, in 2008, my world changed when I found out after years of fertility problems I was expecting Ben. Obviously all my traveling stopped but I loved being able to share all my progress through it with my “John friends”! I was so involved in this little soon to arrive Miracle that I didn’t notice anything going around me. So when Prop 8 happened I was blind sighted. I didn’t even know what it was, let alone that the Mormon church had anything to do with it. Prop 8 hurt so many people. My heart broke for them. Of course they were angry and John was one of them. Words were exchanged out of frustration and anger and I was sick over it. It destroyed me to think he would think I could ever do anything to hurt him like that. And as much as I tried to stop it from happening, the damage was done and I knew he didn’t want to know me anymore. I was heartbroken and ashamed. I felt terrible and cried for a week! Keep in mind I was pregnant! When all this happened it was the first time I ever really questioned religion or beliefs. I was perfectly happy following what other people told me and not worrying about it. This was the first time I had to decide what I personally believed. And that was when I decided I believed in equal rights for ALL. It was a painful road. I lost friends, went back and forth being active at all in the church, did a lot of tough soul searching.
The “John years” taught me so much. Not every moment was pleasant, but I’m grateful for all of them. I wouldn’t change a thing! So today on the February 26th I say Thank You John and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
When Kaleb was born Ben was 22 months old. He was talking but not well yet. The week before Kaleb was born we all got terrible colds. I was so concerned about bringing a new baby home to a bunch of sickies. I even made everyone, including Todd , wear masks at the hospital and during the first few days home. Obviously Ben would not wear one, so we tried desperately to keep the kids apart for the first week. Our solution was to entertain Ben as much as possible with our portable DVD player. For some reason he started calling the DVD player “Da Da”. I can only think it was because he was trying to say DVD. Who really knows though! I thought it was pretty funny until he started calling Todd “Uh”! I’m serious, Daddy is Uh! I would point at Todd and ask him who that was. He would always say Daddy, but when he was speaking directly to Todd he would only call him Uh! So when little Kaleb grew older and begun to speak guess what he started calling Todd?! You got it, Uh! As the boys have grown older they’ve of course learned to talk completely normal. Well, with the exception of the cute little lisp Kaleb has. But still haven’t figured out if its really a lisp or just a very think Utah accent! Anyway, now at 5 and almost 7 they refer to him as Uh. Every once in a while I can’t help but crack up a bit. It’s such a silly name! I’ve heard kids call their dads Dad, Daddy, Father, Papa, Pa (courtesy of growing up watching Little House on the Prairie), etc. But never in my life have I heard any other child refer to their father as Uh! And the best part of all? Todd responds to it! I’m excited to see if its still something they call him in college!
Todd and I started dating shortly after I turned 19 years old. He had recently come home from serving a 2 year LDS mission in Taiwan. He had spent 2 years out of the country and out of the loop. I had spent the years he was gone still in high school and very aware of the “in” things. Shortly after we got together he became a fan of the song “Who let the dogs out”. I found the song, released in 2000 and performed by the Baha Men, incredibly obnoxious! If you haven’t heard it, which would make you luckier than I am, they literally bark in it. But wanting to give this new exciting relationship a chance, I tried desperately to ignore his constant singing and barking. There was lots and lots of barking. I remember one time in particular when we gathered with friends in Todd’s basement to play a board game. Todd, winning the game, started singing and barking in celebration. A friend of mine gave me a look that said it all. It was a look saying “Ha! Good luck with that one!” I was fairly certain at that point this guy was not the one for me.
Obviously I married him! The first rule in our new little apartment was there was to be NO singing that song and absolutely NO barking! EVER! The rule was as important to me as always putting the toilet seat down and not hanging bras over the shower curtain! And bless my new husband’s heart, he wanted to please his new wife enough that the song was never sung again.
Fast forward 14 1/2 years. Todd is out of college and working in his career, we have purchased a home and minivan, and are raising our 3 boys. Then one day, completely out of the blue, I hear that song once again. Coming out of the mouth of my 6 year old! “Where did you hear that?!” I demanded. His answer: SCHOOL! That’s right folks, the people I trust to educate my innocent little 1st grader had indeed taught him that banned song! My husband I might add thought this was incredibly hilarious! I tried with the patience I could muster out to tell my son that that song almost made his entire existence not happen! But like his daddy did all those years earlier, he just couldn’t help sing it!
At least once a day I hear that song now. And even worse he has taught it to our unsuspecting 4 year old. They love to sing it while jumping on the couch. They love to sing it in the bathtub. They especially love to sing it when we’re all trapped in the car together. The lesson here is you cannot escape fate! Where I understand it was impossible to know, I still shame myself for not realizing this then. I have birthed 3 little carbon copies of this man I married and because of that will forever hear “Who let the dogs out”.
A HUGE thank you to all who have signed my petition! We had a slow start but doubled our numbers in the last 2 days! Amazing!! People from all over the world have signed it and I am truly inspired. When people ban together we can accomplish anything! I’ve been really touched by the comments made about people’s love for the show. Its been a wonderful lesson for me. Keep going!! Share this!! And if you haven’t signed yet see below for links! Thank you everybody!
And the last update: Today, January 12, CBS has confirmed Mike and Molly has been cancelled. The verdict came earlier than was expected. But that’s probably good for me. I have spent HOURS campaigning my petition and preparing hand written lists of names to send to CBS. But if it was doomed from the start, at least I can’t get back to my favorite late night activities. Watching netflix, searching the corners of the pantry in hopes of finding left over treats, and doing my adult dot to dots! The sweat pants have come out, and luckily Smith’s just got my favorite Ben and Jerry’s flavor, Strawberry cheesecake, in stock! I’m disappointed I won’t get to see this hilarious show on the air anymore. I’m heartbroken I never got to say goodbye to Katy Mixon. But I’m so grateful I had the opportunity to have her in my life for a short amount of time. I hope she understands what that meant to me.
We might as well start this blog out with a bang! So here we go! Let’s talk television. I do not watch a lot of TV. At least programming that isn’t animated or has a talking animal in it! I treat TV shows like I treat friends. I’m not interested in having a lot of them, but I will be loyal to the ones I do choose! Through the years I have had a “loyal friendship” with a handful of shows. How loyal you ask? 2 of my 3 children carry names from TV shows. Benson was named after Olivia Benson from Law and Order: SVU. Micah’s middle name is Andrew, after the Andrew on Touched by an Angel. But CBS’s hit sitcom Mike and Molly has a special place in my little heart. When I was diagnosed with a rapidly forming breast tumor at age 31 in 2012, my life turned upside down. I had a lumpectomy that was unsuccessful, so 2 months later I had a mastectomy. I was sicker than I ever been, and sent countless hours in bed. There were so many nights I spent too sick to sleep. Or worse, worrying about my future and the future of my family. I had watched Mike and Molly from the very beginning, but found refuge in its humor during the most difficult times. One time, when I was being prepped for another surgery, I watched it in the hospital on my IPAD. I had the nurses watching along with me! It was a party!
Then in October of 2013, finally healthy and happy, I decided to take a “Tumor free vacation” and couldn’t think of anything better than seeing a live taping of Mike and Molly! I shared my story and the cast welcomed me with open arms. I got hugs, encouraging words, took pictures. It was incredible! Its up there in my core memories (Thank you Inside Out!) with my wedding, my kids births, etc!
These people have become like my family. I spin with Reno Wilson’s wife every time I’m in LA. (She’s amazing! They don’t teach classes like that in Utah) Katy Mixon always asks about my children when I come to tapings. They lift my spirits every time I see them! I believe we should stand behind our family member during more difficult times. CBS is threatening to cancel Mike and Molly. A decision regarding the fate of the show will be made very soon. Read the details here: http://deadline.com/2015/12/mike-molly-cancelation-six-seasons-melissa-mccarthy-cbs-1201667941/
When news of the cancellation came out I got out there as soon as I could to see one last taping. It was great! Reno even got me a VIP front row seat when I got lost and arrived a little late to the taping! Its amazing how different people treat you when those three little letters are by your name! When it was over I desperately wanted a chance to say goodbye to these people. Especially the beautiful Katy Mixon, who is no secret my very first girl crush! But the mean security girl kicked me out before I got a chance. FYI: I know she was just doing her job, but her and I have bad blood now! I cried all the way back to my friends house. The next day on the plane I read the above article. Then, with Katy Perry’s Roar blaring through my headphones, a little spark in me began to grown. I can only describe it as the part in “Christmas Story” when Raphie finally lost it on Scott Farcus! The cast is devastated, the fans are angry, CBS is being unfair. And we have until February 1st to change their minds! So if this show has ever made you laugh, even once, I urge you to do the following:
- Get insulted! Anyone can get angry. But the insulted people are the ones that are changing the world right now! Why do you think we can’t wish people are “Merry Christmas” anymore?!
- Sign the online petition here: http://www.thepetitionsite.com/730/378/397/keep-mike-and-molly-on-the-air/
- Share this! Share the crap out of it! Share it like preschoolers share germs! (Which reminds me, I need to go check Kaleb’s temp again!)
Will this work? CBS is pretty big, this is not a small fight. And I am prepared with sweat pants and 5 pints on Ben and Jerrys if it doesn’t. But I am a fighter. I fought for my health. I fought my boyfriend when he didn’t think we should get married (we’ve been married 14 years)! I fought through infertility and 4 miscarriages to have my 3 little boys. So bring it on CBS! Let’s make this happen!