“Got MILK?” As my BFF Kristen and I would head out into the San Francisco night, this is what we’d ask each other in the late 90s. MILK stood for Money, ID, Lipstick and Keys. Once we had these four requisite items, we could leave our cares behind.
Anyone who knows me well knows that I can be pretty fearless when it comes to booking celebrities for my storytelling show, Yum’s the Word. Rather than go the traditional route through IMDB Pro or their publicist, I have been known to ask them in person. The fact that I approach any celebrity in New York City is considered a cardinal sin. Much less ask them to appear on my show.
When people who barely know me call me “Rob,” it drives me nuts. That nickname is reserved for my family, close friends and BFF. They’ve earned the right to call me that. Much like trust, you have to earn it over time. However, sometimes you have a good feeling about someone and you trust them sooner than the average bear.
12 years ago I helped a friend who’s a director create two TV spots for his reel. Even though it was spec work (free work creatives do to put some examples of their work in their portfolio or reel), I put it in my portfolio as work that I helped produce. Given that this was over a decade ago, the work was saved on DVDs.
Last fall, I went to the Grand Canyon with my friend, Kambri. (It was a dream trip that helped kick off my 30-Day Challenges starting with “See Ya, Bucko” where I let one thing go every day.) On that trip, I knew that I wanted to be one with nature and soak it all in. I also knew that I’d want to journal and the easiest way for me to do that is on my laptop. However, since I’m tethered to it at least 10 hours a day, I desperately wanted a break from it.
Yesterday morning I did well in my spinning class and since I sweat my ass off, I wanted to treat myself to a caramel macchiato from Starbucks. My favorite drink of theirs and one I usually only get if I have a free one on my card. In December I swore off buying coffee out and made it at home every day. Something I’ve wanted to do for a while because I don’t like wasting money on it nor waiting in line for it, but mostly it was the money. :) However, I had gotten into a routine of buying it out and I am happy to say I nipped that in the bud after 30 days (now almost 60 days) and now it feels weird to set foot in a Starbucks, Joe’s or any other coffee establishment.
There’s been a lot of buzz around Marie Kondo’s Netflix series, “Tidying Up,” lately. Two years ago I tried her method when I was ghosted by a guy who I had just brought home to meet my family over the holidays. The last time I saw him was on my birthday. That’s right. He peaced out on me on my birthday, which is the day after Christmas. It’s already such a crappy time of year to be born (so much, in fact, that I wrote a song called “Jesus Steals My Thunder.”) It just made that birthday so much worse.