Some unfortunate news regarding the upcoming  JK.com People of the Year awards. It seems that tape recordings have turned up alleging that some of the awards were being sold. I’m devastated as the site is connected with me and I although I don’t know the people involved in the scheme, I have passed them in the halls at the offices of JulieKlam.com. It sickens me that something so proud as the Julie Klam name could become tarnished, what with the paperback of my memoir coming out April 7th, 2009.

I could not more apologetic. Let me just say that the people in the running were some of the best friends this website could’ve wished for. An investigation is pending.

You’re all going to get a nice break from me plugging my book until after the holidays when I will start beating you over the head with news of the release of my paperback.

I just came from a holiday performance by Violet’s kindergarten class where they did such wintertime classics as Alligators All Around, This Land is Your Land, and The Chicken Dance (in Italian!) It was painfully cute.

We had kind of a hard time getting going this morning because she insisted on wearing a red velvet dress from 2 years ago–we had to do a whole Scarlett O’Hara thing of squeezing her into it, but she triumphed! And the boy in her class who she loves deeply complimented her on it first thing so her instincts were correct. I can’t believe we’re in this already. She talks about this boy all the time and has these elaborate ideas that they are going to have a playdate that will involve acting out the part in Sleeping Beauty where Aurora is sleeping and Prince Phillip kissing her awake… Oy.

She came home yesterday looking like Sally Van Pelt with a cloud of hearts around her because of this: she was in the auditorium and “a boy in a yellow shirt and a new hair-cut [our prince] came up behind her and said, ‘Excuse me, excuse me…'” And the reason he was saying excuse me? Violet was in his way. “Isn’t he the cutest thing?”

Chaos

It’s been said that I have stopped posting because I’m all Facebook crazy. Not true. Facebook requires one line of updating, a blog post, on the contrary, requires thought –a beginning, middle and end and some editing (though not today). But since I’ve been called out, I’m blogging, even though I have nothin to say…. Except this. Life lately has been CA-RAZY. I’ll give you a glimpse, I am sure you will pity me, maybe even go out and purchase a copy of my new book about finding love at Christmas and also, there are pages and pages of Sudoku puzzles in it (it’s called Please Excuse My Daughter ).

Okay, here’s my day. God willing, I wake up. Then get Violet up, feed FIVE DOGS (we are dogsitting my dear friend Deb Kogan’s dog Lucas, a “Havanese” which when I told my father, caused him to make several jokes about Fidel Castro). Then feed Violet and fill her lunch box with a very complicated mix –it’s my own morning Manhattan Project. (note to self: riff about Violet’s lunch somewhere for money) and take her to school 30+ blocks away which ends up taking an hour and ten bucks because we’re always late and having to take a cab which the minute we get in to Violet threatens to throw up because it smells “yucky”. Then I come home (hey, wake up, this is good stuff!) walk the dogs in two shifts, settle down to write/go to the gym/clean house/do laundry/think about dinner when it’s time to walk the dogs again and go pick up Violet from the very place I just dropped her off at. After school she likes to go to Starbucks for a cup of $9.00 hot cocoa and cookie– it’s a little special down time just for her and me and 500 screaming Upper West Siders who then pack into the bus with us to go home. There are never any seats and a minimum of five people talking about lice.

I forgot to mention that throughout the day I have to pick up the fossilized puppy poopy which is very consuming, and I think, bad for my carbon footprint.

So that’s it. I promise to blog more. And very soon (think next week!) I will be announcing the JulieKlam.com People of the Year… It’s an exciting time for us all. Now I have to go. (Tell me, was it worth it?)