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The first time I was in college, once we got through the obligatory first semester, we were able to plan it so we didn’t have classes on Friday, leaving us with a lovely three day weekend that started on Thursday night.

Growing up in a family of political journalists—and daughter of President Reagan’s White House social secretary—Ali Wentworth rebelled against her blue-blood upbringing, embracing Hollywood, motorcycles, even a few wildly inappropriate marriage proposals. Today she is an acclaimed comedic actress and writer, former Oprah regular, wife of political and media star George Stephanopoulos, and a mother who lets her two girls eat cotton candy before bed. Though she’s settled down, her rebellious nature thrives in her comedy and her view of her crazy world.

People eat more food on Super Bowl Sunday than any other big day in the year including Thanskgiving!  So, the big question becomes, “What am I going to make?”  Do I see furrowed brows? Do I hear panic in the air? Hold on…Let’s not go there this year.  There’s two ways to approach this big, showoff celebration. How? Here’s how: Buffet Plan Number 1 - Super Easy and Delicious

The husband may not be thrilled that I am “supposedly” looking for a date on line. Not sure how much happier he will be when he finds out that I am just trying to make a point here about what words one can’t use on a first date with me…if I was going on a first date. I could also say don’t try them out on me at a networking event or on line at the day cleaners, but I am going to pretend to be going on a virtual date and you all are invited. I am hoping the fish will be fresh and the white wine is so dry that it curls my tongue.

*Title totally inspired by s.e. smith's recent piece in xoJane because it addresses the same problem, different perpetrator. I love Glee! I do. I know the quality is uneven at best and it's not for everyone. But I still insist that the reason my husband doesn't like it is because he's a soulless husk.

It is not unusual for me to break out into spontaneous song and dance in the following places: my bedroom, my bathroom, the shower, the kitchen (with a fabulous glass of wine), my office, the car, running down Peachtree Street in the mornings. You've probably seen me if you drive through South Buckhead into Midtown. Yes, that's me! It's the city, I blend in with the other crazies. I grab the closest hairbrush or ladle microphone and do my best Steve Perry, Bono or Pat Benatar impression. I bust out my Dance Fever moves and moonwalk, robot or running man my way across the floor.

I’m looking for a slogan. A mantra. Some pithy catch phrase I can chant in the mirror each morning before I slog off to work. There are lots of good ones out there. But unless I want to share my personal motto with a pair of sleek sneakers, or a fast food version of “Dinner’s ready! Now! Just the way you want it!” then I’ll have to dig deep (wait…is that a pithy catch?) and figure out what words sum me up. I’m a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, and a granddaughter. I’m also a writer, a reader, and an educator.

 I remember wondering how my mother could wake up at 5AM.  She would call me mid morning and tell me she was going to take a nap because she was up so early.  As I sit at my computer at 5AM typing I realize being the only one awake in my household has its perks.  It’s so quiet and peaceful.  No phones ringing or people calling my name; no one needing my attention but me.