And, then, I met my third husband.

@ChrisGFields tied these cherry stems into knots with his tongue.

Seriously.

Took my kid for a nighttime stroll along the beach so he could touch the ocean and stand at the edge of the country and be in awe of God’s majesty.

He’d just come from a gig at the Santa Monica Pier where his band played a Doors set with, legendary Doors guitarist, Robby Krieger.

I got awesome photos and video of them and Krieger signed my kid’s guitar.

He’ll never forget meeting and playing with Krieger. He’ll never forget touching the ocean, running from the waves, getting water and sand in his shoes, and he’ll never forget the way the sky looked as it covered all our blessings, that night.

A candid portrait as Karrine Steffans tries a prescribed Setiva for her insomnia and, instead, it turns into a smoke session with, and documented by, Mykel Monroe. Music by Kid Ink & Kirko Bangz.

Spring is the perfect time to clean and take inventory. This applies to your closet, your home and, most importantly, your refrigerator. 

Makeover Month isn’t just about changing our outside appearance but, also, the overall health of your insides –– and a healthy body begins with a healthy fridge!

Hopefully, the inside of my refrigerator will give you some ideas. If you have any questions, ask me at VYOU!

Here’s the reflection from my driver-side rearview. Look at my entourage behind me.

They’re important.

Obviously.

Yesterday, I had a couple hours to kill after dropping my teenager off at band practice so, I decided to treat myself to lunch at the Four Seasons in Beverly Hills.

One of my favorite plates there is the kobe beef sliders with truffle fries. Well, actually, the plate comes with regular fries, but I always substitute them for truffle fries.

I’ve been on a meat binder this weekend. Will have to go back to fish by Monday.

I can’t even begin to tell you how amazing French cuisine is and how much I enjoy spending time with my French girlfriend, Dre. Beside for the fact she is excellent company, she can order for me “en Francais”.

After an afternoon at the salon, we sat at our neighborhood Farmer’s Market and gabbed about our kids and husbands and all those things thirty-something year old women care about. It was a good day but it was the foie gras with fig that proved as the day’s culinary highlight

And for me, who has been eating fish day-in and day-out for months, as well as drastically cut down on my dairy intake, I reveled in the meats and cheeses.

Yes, it was a perfect day.

Sometimes, everyday items fall together like art. I appreciate that.

I had my first ultrasound this past Wednesday. This video is a little blurry but this is how it went.

Last night, I tried to poison my husband. Well, sort of…

(See more Mr. & Mrs. videos)

About a year and a half ago, I shot with famed photographer, Terry Richardson.

Actually, I didn’t just shoot.

I called Blaire, my buddy Mikel Monroe and, makeup/hair stylist, Jag Adore and paraded down to the photography studio just steps away from Santa Monica beach.

I was nervous.

I had been tucked away in my mini-mans on the hill for years and was suffering from a horrible bought of low self-esteem. I was stuck in an abusive marriage and had lost about 30 pounds and all my swag. After being told by my husband, for so many years, that I was nothing and that no one liked me, I believed it.

So, I stayed in the house and away from the flashing lights that come with my job. I was sure I would never leave the house, again!

But, when I received a call from Terry Richardson Studios, I had to make a decision.

There I was, sitting in the parking lot of my son’s school, waiting for the school bell to ring like all the other unassuming housewives, when my phone rang, first.

If this were any other photographer asking to shoot me, I would have said no. But this was Terry Richardson and it would be an honor to say he’d shot me, even once.

So, I mustered up the courage, downed a handful of feel-good prescription pills, chugged a pitcher of Red Bull and Vodka and stumbled into the studio — on high.

I was a mess…

…to be continued

I’m really trying to get it together this morning…

So, apparently, my husband has had an ingrown toenail for years and never told anyone.

Some men just need wives.

So, I took charge, found a doctor, made an appointment, held my breath in the elevator because I’m claustrophobic, and got him in that chair!

When the doctor took off half his toe nail, I almost lost it.

I took these photos with my eyes closed.

Please take care of your feet, people.

So…

My husband and I saw this perfectly color-marked pigeon on our way out of the OBGYN’s office.

We would like to believe this is a good sign and not a symbol of doom.