You know I’ve dabbled.

Not long ago, I invaded the personal space of Penn Badgley. You still don’t know who he is? My god, what do I have to do to get you to watch, “Gossip Girl?” Anyway, he’s one of the stars of the CW show and as you may remember, I, inexplicably, tapped him on the arm one day and gushed, “I love your show” like some kind of weird, 30-something stalker mom.

And you may also recall that I recently felt compelled to talk to Saturday Night Live performers Amy Poehler and Seth Meyers when I saw them having a private dinner in the West Village.

But I considered these encounters just two unexplainable, unsettling incidents after a long history of make-believe celebrity indifference. I mean, I’ve spent years pretending not to notice the likes of Heidi Klum, Liv Tyler and Julianne Moore in my very own neighborhood.

And I can still say proudly that I have NEVER, EVER asked for a celebrity photo.

Until last night….

I am just disgusted with myself.

What the heck is wrong with me? In my defense, it’s fashion designer and brilliant Project Runway judge Michael Kors. And if I simply told you (without the mega pixel proof) that I met him at the Publicolor fundraiser (which was a super cool, colorful event), I’m so sure you’d say, “Likely story Kelcey. You know, you don’t have to make stuff up like celebrity friends to be loved.”

But now you can see for yourself. I feel ashamed and embarrassed. Yet somehow… happy.

But I don’t even trust myself anymore. Seriously, how long before I ask for someone’s autograph? That would be rock bottom people. Rock friggin’ bottom.

Anyway, Michael was very nice about the photo. And it’s not his fault that he looks so oily because it was very hot.

And now I can’t wait for the next season of Project Runway because you just know he’ll be rattling on and on about that stylish, mysterious woman he met at the Publicolor fundraiser and how she would just make the most AMAZING model if only she was a lot taller… and a lot younger… and a lot more like Heidi Klum.

Auf Wiedersehen!

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Looking for some green mother’s day ideas? Click on drooling over this for my best ten.

Mama’s Day is quickly approaching. No, wait… don’t check your calendar. I’ve got it right here. Sunday, May 11th. Now please don’t tell me this day is just a dumb, manufactured Hallmark holiday. Because commercial or not, I love having a day that’s dedicated to me and all my hard work wiping stinky bums and runny noses the rest of year.

But no need to start trashing the planet in holiday excess. Here are some green ideas that will pamper the moms in your life and the planet.

1. Organic Flowers. In New York City, Gardenia Organic only sells flowers that have been grown using environmentally and socially conscious practices. At no extra cost to you. Not in New York City? No problem. Organic Bouquet will send gorgeous eco flowers wherever your mom calls home.

2. 100% organic, handmade chocolates. Check out the ones from nunu chocolates. The salted caramels will make your mum cry with happiness. Let’s face it. The world is just a better place with chocolate in it.

3. Gee, ma, you smell nice. Treat your mother to an organic Lavender and Eucalyptus Bath Spa Kit ($80) from Organic Style and then leave her the heck alone. The spa kit combines the aromatherapy benefits of relaxing and soothing lavender with rejuvenating and refreshing eucalyptus.

4. Recycled Jewelry. Visit eco-artware for cool gifts made from recycled, reused and natural materials. One of my favorites is the 7 City Transit Token Charm Bracelet ($95). There is something so quaint, cool and fun about a charm bracelet. And eco-friendly? Even better.

5. Don’t give her more stuff that she doesn’t really need. Make a donation to the charity of her choice. Want to make sure you’re donating to a charity that uses your money wisely? Check out The American Institute of Philanthropy.

6. What tastes better in the morning than some free trade, organic coffee? The caffeine buzz without the guilt. Buy your mama coffee of the month and let her taste flavors from all over the world. Available at Grounds for Change.

7. While I’m thinking about beverages, at the end of the day, treat your mom to a glass of eco vino. Parducci Wine Cellars is committed to sustainable wine growing practices that protect the environment and support local farmers.

8. Did you think I would get through a whole green gift list and not mention one single, reusable tote? Come on’! Nothing feels better than saying, “No, thanks I don’t need a plastic bag. I’ve got my own.” But no need to make your mom schlep around some generic, ugly one. The recycled cotton tote ($29) from joy by mel lim is just super gorgeous.

9. A Bamboo Fleece/Organic Cotton robe from Toby + Rei ($127). These cozy, ultra luxurious robes will make any tired, crabby mama feel pampered and pretty and green.

10. How about a gift certificate (on recycled paper of course) for some chores around the house or maybe even a whine-free day? Now that’s a gift any mother will love.

Thank you to Notes on a Party who inspired some of these green ideas. To find out more about eco-chic entertaining, visit Notes on a Party.

On Saturday, we shoved my atheist father between two jumbo car seats in the back of our Jeep and headed to my husband’s parents’ house for a boisterous Passover seder.

Best Moment of the Seder: Singing “There’s No Seder Like Our Seder” to the tune of “There’s no business Like Show Business.”

Worst Moment: “When a 4 1/2 year-old instructed me how to pronounce, “Haggadah.” Look, if I went to Hebrew School, I would so know too. Plus, she jumped in so damn quickly. I’m sure I would have figured it out.

On the way home, my daughters, Dylan and Summer, drifted off somewhere near exit 6 on the Jersey Turnpike and the conversation turned to the light and breezy topic of GOD.

I asked my father if he believes in God or a Higher Power. He does not.

I asked him if he believes in reincarnation. He does not.

I asked him if believes we reconnect with our loved ones in some kind of afterlife. He does not.

He feels that we have one life and then that’s IT. DONE. And he’s actually comforted by this thought. He’s satisfied to play his minuscule part in the history of evolution.

Jeez Dad, way to bum a girl out.

Wait… I’ve got it! What about the white light? People, who have near death experiences, always talk about that comforting, peaceful white light. That must signify a heaven, an afterlife, the path to enlightenment… something!

“Maybe it’s just peaceful and comforting to die, ” my dad responds.

It’s kind of dark out on this highway and this guy is really spooking me out.

I respect his opinion but I just can’t accept it. We are such emotional, connected beings. We love so intensely. We feel so much. We are so draw to certain people in our lives. I just believe that someday my soul (minus the poochy, saggy post babies’ belly and forehead wrinkles) will reconnect with the souls of my loved ones.

In future spiritual realms, will my soul be hanging with my bitter, curmudgeon building superintendent Kent who believes every apartment problem can be fixed with some tinfoil and a McDonalds’ plastic tray? No way.

Will I be swaying, like I’m in some kind of Corona Lite ad, on an eternal hammock by the ocean with my husband? I hope so.

Will I be googling ex-boyfriends, 3-thousand years from now, just to see what they’re up to and if they still have hair? I’m so sure.

I really hope they have cafe mochas and google in the afterlife. And sushi. And Project Runway. On Bravo or Lifetime. I’m flexible like that.

Later that night, we returned to New York City and put the girls to bed.

My dad, who was staying the night, came over to me and said, “You know, I really hope you’re right.”

Me too Dad. Me too.

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When you think of a Higher Power, do you think of Land’s End? No? Ok, me neither. But they do have some cute kid’s stuff. Click on drooling over this to read more.

Do you have a Blackberry baby? If yes, click on NYC Moms Blog to read about my “youngest child.”

Finally, Valerie is the winner of the The ART:archives giveaway. Congratulations Valerie!

Last week I popped by a promotional event for Lands’ End kids’ line. Now I’m not a super preppy girl so I wasn’t sure what I’d think of it all. I was pleasantly surprised. The clothes were very sweet and I digged the bedding. Lands’ End carries bedding? Yup. I didn’t know either. Here are a couple snapshots.

I also had the chance to connect with some smart, cool bloggers like Kim of Travelingmom, Maria of Mom Talk Radio and Andi of Mama Knows Breast: Adventures in Breastfeeding which is always a nice treat. And Lands’ End gave me an awesome pink backpack to take home to Dylan and Summer. Now if I could only get those two girls to start carrying their own stuff.

The other day I was dustbusting croissant crumbs off my 16 month-old….

Wait, you don’t do this? You really must try it. Your kid will be clean in no time. No paper towels or wipes. But let me warn you. You might not want to try this method with a toddler. Because in general, they are not amused if you come at them with a loud, sucking vacuum. But a baby? Dustbust him or her shiny and new.

So anyway, I was cleaning Summer and totally in the dustbust zone, when my mind began to wander and I started adding up all the missing items in my home.

It’s like a scavenger hunt around here without any clues.

Our tv remote from the bedroom was missing for more than 2 months. We searched. We re-searched. We surrendered. Yesterday, 3 1/2 year-old Dylan pulls one of her many backpacks out of her toy closet and guess what turned up inside… THE REMOTE. I practically hugged that thing.

I know Dylan was responsible. But Dylan is blaming her younger sister, Summer. And Summer isn’t talking. Not really the girl’s fault. She only knows like 6 words and three of them are “Elmo.”

Summer’s homeopathic teething tablets have also vanished. Dylan admits to moving them. But can’t exactly pinpoint where she put them.

And the shoes. There is a lot of taking shoes from mommy’s closet. (It always spooks me out to talk about myself in the 3rd person. Must stop doing that.)

But not a lot of returning going on. And wouldn’t you agree that the “returning” of the shoes should be the key part of this scenario?

Meanwhile, it’s been just too long since I showed you a snapshot of Dylan using her portable potty. It seems cruel to make you wait any longer.

So here she is at the park. And her preschool friends are WAITING patiently for their turn. Dylan, the portable potty princess, went first.

Then Julia and Chloe gave it a try and I don’t mean to brag but Dylan was the only one who actually made something happen in that potty. Even Summer sobbed until she got her turn on the plastic throne.

No, I’m not trying to potty train my 16 month-old. Way too lazy over here.

By the way, it was kind of a momentous week. My mother-in-law turned 60 (Just wait until you hear the torid gossip about that woman. Oh wait, she reads this blog everyday. Never mind.) and my dad turned 65. I told him we are going to start looking into assisted living facilities first thing in the morning. Is it too harsh to mock a guy that just recovered from shingles? I hope not.

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If you are wondering about Rick’s Juno hamburger phone that I gave away (and I’m absolutely sure you’re obsessed with it), it’s found a lovely home with mama bird reader Allison T. and her family.

Rick might think that phone is lost somewhere in our home.