Hunt for Gosling

Ryan Gosling is rumored to be in Skaneateles, NY. So, I had no choice….

Would we find him sunbathing? Dining at a local restaurant? Building a house for Allie? It didn’t matter. This is the first time I have taken a spontaneous road trip without kids in a decade.


It’s times like this that you know who your true friends are. Nikki didn’t tell me I was crazy. Wait, yes she did, but she went anyway. It was worth the trip. A chance to see Ryan Gosling and take in this view:



We spotted a few men who looked like Gosling and a lot of men who did not, if you get my drift. He wasn’t in the public restroom. I know, I was shocked, too. We stopped by a candy store to get a drink and snack. “Have you seen Ryan Gosling?” I asked the clerk. He was a little man with large muscles. “No, I don’t stalk him,” he snapped. Lay off the steroids Arnold. “We are,” I replied. Nikki and I burst into laughter. “I figured,” he said stone faced. “It’s just another day for me.” Okay Mister “It’s just another day for me working at a candy store.” Settle down there guy. I would argue you may be crazier than the two of us.

He is filing a restraining order as we speak.

The gate was wide open. Maybe he was expecting me?
We drove down the long, winding driveway, but no sign of Ryan Gosling.


I don’t know how the paparazzi does it. This is exhausting. At this point, I don’t have the energy to stalk anyone.


I was pressured to potty train each of my three children.   “You better get that baby out of diapers.”  I wasn’t being lazy.   I didn’t enjoy cleaning feces off my child’s arse.  They weren’t ready.  Still, I caved to the constant criticism.  My son cried like Nancy Kerrigan as he sat on the potty chair.  Whhhhhyy?   I bought a seat with cartoon characters hoping to make the experience fun.  More tears.  I purchased a seat that played music when he tinkled.  More tears.  I became a potty chair collector.   However, unlike Precious Moments figurines,  I couldn’t display them in a curio cabinet.  (I never quite understood the fascination with that collection.   Isn’t there a better way to mark life’s milestones than with droopy face ceramic figures?)   Anyway, after a week of torturing my child on a toilet I threw up my hands.  Go figure, he eventually learned and won’t wear Pampers to college.  Now, a newly released study finds potty training too early can be harmful.  Doctors say a child’s bladder continues growing to its standard size until age 3.  So, to all those people who made me feel like a horrible mother Eat S***! 😉