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Slow That Roll

Time to go!

My financial advisor gave me a bit of a talking-to the other day. I totally deserved it.

See, I close on the new place in five days. She is perfectly aware that I am spending the bulk of my money on the down payment, but also knows me well enough by now to know that my Amazon cart is, at this very moment, stocked with copper drawer pulls and such for an apartment that I do not yet technically own. She knows this because we first started working together right after I moved to Woodland Hills, and she set me up with this software that's sort of like Mint, but actually functional - it puts your expenses into various buckets, so you can see what you're spending on, and where you seriously need to cut back - and quickly discovered that my top expense was home renovation and decor items. For a rental.

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Cagey

I have big news. (Well, in my world. There's probably bigger news in your own, and also on your news app.) I've been cagey about it over on IG, though - and not because I'm trying to annoy you - I'm aware that hinting at something without just saying what that something is is, indeed, annoying - but because I've been on this particular merry-go-round before, and I know that it doesn't always work out, and I don't want to write about how it didn't work out but "tomorrow is another day!" Or whatever.

Also: Whatever. I can just tell you.

You guys, I'M GETTING MARRIED!

Lifestyle

Everything You Need to Get In That Halloween-y State Of Mind

This year, the Halloween plan is four all four of us to do...something. Involving trick-or-treating. (I know; I've given it a lot of thought.) Our son will be Wolverine, and our daughter will be Lydia Deetz, and I will maybe be a gumball machine (more on that later) but will probably be a cat.

Before we get to the roundup of all the things you need to get yourself into the spirit of the season, let's do a little retrospective of Halloweens from Years Past.

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Sick Day Soup: New and Improved

Me, sick.

One of the first recipes I posted way back in the day was for something I called "Sick Day Soup" - basically just a half-assed semi-homemade chicken noodle soup that I made for Kendrick whenever he was feeling bad. In keeping with most (all?) of the recipes I posted back then, it was full of shortcuts (using store-bought broth, pre-shredded chicken, whatever), and while I continue to think those shortcuts make sense for everyday cooking, sometimes - like when a person you care about is sick - it's nice to level it up and make something really warming and healing and special.

Enter: My new and improved Sick Day Soup. It takes awhile to make, but actually requires very little in the way of effort - most of it's just letting the ingredients cook themselves down on the stovetop while your home fills with wonderful smells. And the results? Are spectacular, and 100% worth the time. (I delivered a big jar of this stuff to my sick friend, and then polished off the rest - literally all of the rest - myself.)

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Lifestyle

Introducing: The Ramshackle Glam Audioblog

Today is the official release date of The Big Activity Book for Divorced People (order here!), woo! To celebrate, I tried A New Thing (divorce! evolution!). Caveat: I have zero technical skills and essentially just tried to teach myself how to use GarageBand while sitting under a sheet, so suggestions and feedback are welcome. I have a few more of these planned, so I'd also love to hear whether you...you know...like this.

Listen away below!

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Ramshackle Glam Audioblog: The (Real) Story Behind “It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia”

This is the most interesting thing about me, according to many, many (most?) people: The fact that I was fired from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia.

It’s a tricky thing, writing about an incident that so clearly paints me as the sad sack, the bitter ex-actress who coulda been a star! …and then wasn’t, and was instead relegated to a footnote in the storied history of a television show. I’m that guy who was almost on Friends instead of Matt LeBlanc. I’m the fifth Beatle.

This is my story.

Listen to all the Audioblog episodes here.

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Beginning Of An Era

My children have moved several times over the course of their lives. Probably too many. I have worried about this - about the effect all these moves might have on their sense of security; their understanding of "home." Not long ago, I confessed this to a friend - one who has moved her own children several times, including transcontinentally - and what she said to me was this: "There are parents who stay still. You don't. That's simply the mother they have, and it's neither a good thing nor a bad thing...it's just one of the things that make your family what it is."

I like to think that's true; that they'll grow up feeling like they've had the opportunity to experience many different places, and that those places - and the people who they've met and loved - are still a part of them. It is true that they have a mother who is restless, and who tends to impose her restlessness upon them, but along with all that restlessness comes adventure.

I grew up in a completely different set of circumstances. Shortly after I was born, my parents bought an apartment on the West Side of Manhattan, in a converted piano factory with massive arches that used to frame horse stalls, and wrought-iron balconies crisscrossing a large central courtyard that grew tulips in the spring and was the stage for what I firmly believe was the world's scariest Halloween display come fall. Most of the residents were in the theater or film industry; that was who gravitated towards Hell's Kitchen back then - or maybe it was just the only place in the city they could afford. When I was twelve, a director who lived on the first floor asked me - out of the blue - to audition for a commercial, and by the end of the day I had an agent and had set off down a path that would shape the next two decades of my life. I feel the butterfly effects of that chance meeting in my life still.

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