There was a news article that quickly went viral yesterday that I just can’t quite let go.  After hearing Ryan Seacrest talk about it as we listened to the radio on the way to school, it was only a few short hours later when I heard an elderly gentleman talking about it with the guy packing the groceries in my local supermarket.

I am talking about the news story of the day (a quiet day in LA) of the rising crime wave in the theft of Tide washing detergent. Yes, you heard right. Apparently there has been a spate of thefts across a multitude of supermarkets with Tide reaching phenomenal prices on the black market. Well, first of all, it’s only about $12 at the store so I can’t imagine how this could be affected by selling it “hot”. Um, also, how the fudge stain does someone hide a huge bottle of Tide in their jacket pocket? Even Lindsay and Winona would have trouble getting away with that one. And who are the police looking out for? Criminals with really clean stain free clothes?

I’m sorry but I smell a rat!

But I have to admit I am someone who believes we never landed on the moon and that all Jerry Springer guests are actors.…

Being a part of a reality TV show on the other side of the fence has been quite a ride! It’s hardest when trying to separate real reality from television reality at the best of times without adding in 16 egos mixed with their own agendas fuelled by a burning desire (by some) to win at any cost or get the next job no matter how you go about doing that.

If this were Celebrity Apprentice the agenda would be a simple one – entertain and be yourself. With Excess Baggage it is to do that, but ALSO heal your life whilst being around a bunch of strangers you barely know let alone trust with your deepest darkest secrets/fears/hopes/human frailties.

Wow! It’s been a helluva ride and the most interesting element is the clan versus pack mentality that ebbs and flows at any given time. As a firm advocate of anti bullying I know how one voice can turn to many quickly. I also know how fast whispered words can become someone’s truth and then be turned into a vicious and swift weapon that takes no prisoners. I also know the hurt that lies on the other side of that, having seen my son the victim of bullying far too many times and having taken a few blows to my own chin in my checkered and always evolving career.…