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Tag Archives: mother’s day
Did you know the Internet was international? Seems obvious, right?
Apparently not to some.
Dan Stevens, who played the recently deceased Matthew Crawley on Downton Abbey. Chris O’Dowd of Bridesmaid and Girls fame. But they were quickly corrected by pushy, ethnocentric Americans that “Mother’s Day is still a couple of months away.”
I was at once embarrassed and entertained.
Cable television and the Internet may make programming and actors from other countries available to us here in America, but it doesn’t mean we’re necessarily going learn anything.
Well…at least we’re predictable.
Everyone loves their Momma on Mother’s Day. And yesterday on Twitter, the tributes were as unique as the women they honored.
But TV moms? Not so much.
They’re all kinda the same. In fact, if you look back at the women who have portrayed moms on TV sitcoms and dramas — at least in my memory — three actresses pop up again and again.
All three are currently on the small screen playing moms — Danner on Up All Night, Sullivan on Castle, and Taylor on Two and a Half Men.
Heck, Sullivan even played the mom on one episode of Two and a Half Men before Taylor took over. Viewers probably didn’t even notice the switch.
Which is my point. Do the TV powers-that-be really thing that moms everywhere are fair-haired ladies with bob haircuts?
‘Cause that would be a NO.
Rory and I had barely gone 10 steps on our morning walk today when I heard my name called. It was my next door neighbor Mark returning from his morning Starbucks run.
“Happy Mother’s Day!” he cried.
Mark is a big fan of Rory’s, so I took this in the spirit intended. We chatted for a few moments, and then Rory and I continued on our way toward Central Park.
During our meandering walk on this bright, chilly morning, I was wished a ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ by several people — some I knew, some I didn’t. It made me realize how much people’s attitudes towards pets have changed over the 11+ years Rory has been in my life.
When I adopted him in January of 1999, he was the first dog I had ever had of my very own. The first dog to ever live in the house with me. (Remember, I was a country girl — dogs lived outside.) Together we experienced doggie day care. Dog insurance. Dog walkers. Dog sitters. Dog outerwear during the winter months…and the joint decision to not wear dog clothes ‘just for show.’
The more my relationship with Rory developed, the more it felt like a mother and child. I mean, I know it’s different. He’s a dog. But he’s my dog. And he’s pretty darn special.
So, thanks for the Mother’s Day wishes. They are most appreciated.
But, as you all know, Rory is the real present.
Next month, I celebrate four years in New York City.
It’s a very happy anniversary for me.
I started planning my move to Manhattan when I was nine years old. I wanted to bring the entire family here. I figured I would help defray the significantly higher living expenses by acting on TV. I even practiced by getting really dirty in our backyard vegetable garden and doing Tide and Cheer commercials in the living room. “Hot. Warm. Cold. All-tempa Cheer.”
My Mom was a great audience.
As it turned out, I was a great deal older than nine when I made New York City my home…but I did make it. And when I travel, people often ask about the difficulty of living in a city with the 9/11 tragedy in its past and future terrorist activity almost a future certainty.
I’ll admit, I don’t think about it on a daily basis. And the recent Times Square bomb attempt — and subsequent scare yesterday — made me realize that, even when it happens, I don’t focus on it. I hear it about it on the news. Read about it online. Chat about it with a neighbor. But it doesn’t affect my day-to-day life in my neighborhood (unless it snarls traffic).
It’s like one of my favorite quotes from the tearjerker “Steel Magnolias”: “I’d rather have three minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special.”
If I only get three minutes, I’ll take my mine in Manhattan.