Update...Cause I know You Care

So it's been quite some time since my last post. I have now been living on my own for almost 3 weeks. It took some adjusting, but I've come to love it. And I can't help but be a bit proud of myself. As someone who always had to have some around for comfort and safety, I thought living alone would be a big feat for me. However, after the first few times I grew to enjoy my independence. I felt like...well, like a real adult. My mom came over, and we rearranged all the furniture. I redecorated my bathroom. I cook myself whatever I want for dinner. I decide what I watch on TV. And I get the whole bed to myself (no fighting for room or covers). Sure, I will once again welcome that constant companion, someone I share my life with again, but for now I am going to revel in this new-found independence and be grateful for it.

On the acting front, I have been cast in a new vampire show that is being pitched to Showtime. We are getting ready to film the pilot starting Saturday. I am Linda, a human who works for a vampire and who desperately wants to become a vampire...and enevtually I do. I am very excited because I get to play a human and then later a vampire, which allows me great range as an actress. I am super excited about this project. It's pretty dang cool, and it's a different take on vampires than what we've seen so far in movies and shows. It's already gotten some great interest. This one is the real deal. I've signed my contract and will be getting paid for my work. And then when it gets picked up, I will get paid from its success. I am just so thrilled right now and can't wait to start filming my scenes.

Well, I am exhausted. Work is CA-RAZY this week as I prepare for The Vintage Harvest Festival this Saturday at Vinatage Park. Everyone is invited. We will have art, food, wine, beer, kids activities, live music and a big screen in the Piazza showing football...so no excuses from the men. It's all free except for the wine & beer garden. That is $20 for 10 tastes or $50 to taste as you choose. Go to http://www.vintageharvestfest.com/ for directions and details...or ask me.

PS: I ate live ants today by accident, so I'm probably gonna wake up tomorrow with super powers. So...

He's Really Gone

It is through constant yawning and swollen eyes that I write this post today. All day yesterday I helped Adam pack his stuff and move into his new apartment. We were moving nonstop from 11:30 am to 8:00 pm, at which time we stopped to watch Dexter, then we made a final trip at 9:30 pm. We were going so fast and staying so busy that is wasn't until that last trip to his new place that everything hit me all at once. I stayed strong for as long as I could. I helped him set up his kitchen without shedding a single tear. I hung his new shower curtain without the slightest despair. I put clothes in his closet, helped him lay out his furniture, placed his toothbrush in his new bathroom cabinet all the while holding my composure...until it came time for that final goodbye. As we stood in the parking lot hugging each other one last time, I lost it. This is it. I cried like a baby the whole way home and kept crying as I walked through MY front door and into MY living room. As I made MY bed and watched MY television. These things were no longer ours. I must confess that it hurt...a lot. 

I found such comfort in falling alseep each night knowing that Adam was in the other room, mere seconds away. It was nice to have dinner with someone every night, to laugh with someone when the dogs did something crazy, to share my life with the same person for four years. And now that's all gone. I was in mourning last night. In mourning over the loss of a lifestyle I had come to know, the loss of a campion I had come to depend on as a constant fixture in my life. I walked from room to room when I got home and took in all the changes, all the empty space. It's a whole new house, one that I will have to get used to. It even feels different. The energy has changed. The house is in mourning too.

But although I have some tough nights ahead of me, I find solace in knowing that this was the right decision. These next few months are going to be spent healing, adjusting and beginning anew. I can steer my life in whatever direction I choose, and that is amazing. After a few nights the tears will subside, and eventually it will feel like home again.

I want to thank my incredible family and friends for all their love and support. I could not do this without you. I am just so lucky to have you all in my life and want you to know that I'm forever grateful. 

Change

Last post was Sept. 23. Holy cow! That was like a million years ago. I don't really have an excuse other than I momentarily stopped liking you because you forced me to take special pills that would make my imaginary friend disappear. Then I realized that was the mean mother in Drop Dead Fred that did that, not you. And it wasn't even me she did it to, it was her daughter, Elizabeth played by Phoebe Cates. So in short, I forgive you.

Right now my life is kind of in a whirlwind. It's like a hurricane, and I'm the eye in the center watching everything fly by me. Rapid change will do that to a person. What in my life is changing, you ask? Well, my boyfriend, Adam, and I have decided to break up and travel our own life path. He and I had been together for over 4 years. That's a long time. Four years holds a lot of hugs, kisses, laughs, tears, surprises, inside jokes. There are a lot of things that there wont be anymore of. No more cuddling on the couch watching TV, no more saying 'I love you,' no more cooking dinner for two, no more coming home to someone. That's a hard pill to swallow, and it's not going to make any imaginary friend disappear. It's going to make a whole lifestyle disappear...but a new one will grow in its place.

I do not regret this change, I embrace it, welcome it because it is needed. Adam and I just grew a part over the years. It wasn't anything either of us did or didn't do. No one is at fault, no one is a bad person. We're both good people who want different things in life, and that's OK. The best thing to do is to recognize that and let each go our own way rather than pretend it's all fine and wind up resenting one another. I didn't want to resent Adam. He's a great guy with a big heart. We just aren't in love anymore, and someone needed to say it out loud. It was so hard to do, but once I got it out there was instant relief. Anger, denial and tears followed, but that all subsided so that understanding, agreement and acceptance could emerge. I am so thankful that Adam and I can continue to be friends.

I would like to say that I don't regret the relationship we had. I don't for one second think our time together was a waste. I will walk away with some great memories that I will cherish forever. I will walk away having grown as a person and spiritually. I'm a better person for being with Adam, and I'm grateful for that. The next month will definitely have it's rough patches. I will have to get used to waking up alone. When I come home, I now have to know that no one will be coming in behind me. Going to bed without hearing The Mist or a PS3 gaming playing in the living room will be an adjustment : ) But as time goes on, a new routine will emerge, new habits will form, new realities will suddenly seem as though they've always been. This is an opportunity that he and I have both been given. The opportunity to mold our lives exactly the way we want them. The future is waiting for us to assemble it, shape it. The future is in my grasp, and I am reaching out.

A note to Adam: I know this isn't how we saw things playing out, but sometimes the greatest moments in life are the unexpected ones. I will cherish the time we had together and hold dear to the memories we've made. I wish you all the best as you conquer the future. You are smart and creative and filled with passion. Use those things. Thank you for understanding that this is a good decision for us, and thank you for opening your mind to the idea of a better life for us both. You're in my heart always.

The rantings of a crazy, peed on pizza

(GREAT BIG SIGH) I'm a bit discombobulated. Lots going on. Lots on my mind. Let me sum it up for you here because I know you have nothing better to do than read the goings on of my life...Which probably makes you a loser, but I'm not all judgy so don't sweat it.

First of all, the audition I had this past Saturday was the fastest audition EVER! Now I know I've only been on a grand total of 3 auditions, but I consulted Brad about it...that's Brad Pitt, by the way...and he even agreed that it was the fastest audition of all time. I checked in, filled out two forms, went into a room full of people, watched someone audition, I auditioned and then watched someone else audition all in 10 minutes. It was like the speed dating of auditions. I walked out of there having NO IDEA how to feel about it. 

I mean, the director went through everyone super fast. No one was asked to read their monologue, and people who had more than 5 lines in their given scene didn't even get to finish. It was weird. I think there was a time crunch happening. And I came to this conclusion because the director kept saying, "Sorry. I don't mean to be brash, but I'm running out of time." I know, I'm a real detective putting two and two together like that. So anyway, I felt blah afterward and was a bit POed that I paid $6 to park when I could have paid $2. I didn't do the $2 option because the director's email said to be prepared to stay 90 min. So there's that. 

Moving on...I just found out that my dog, Lola, has urine incontinence. Translation. She pees in her sleep. And she sleeps in bed with me. Wonderful. She has no idea she is peeing and doesn't even wake up during or after. It isn't until my foot stumbles upon a wet spot that I know she has peed. Then everyone has to get up at 4am while I strip the bed, and then we all sleep elsewhere. She is now on medication and will have to be on it for the rest of her life. My poor baby : ( This probably explains why she's been so down lately. She's ashamed. She knows peeing inside is a no-no, and even though she has no control over this at all, I think she still feels like she's been a bad girl. 

So I am being an understanding mommy. I tell her it's OK and that the medicine should start working soon. In the meantime, she goes outside right before bedtime, and then I hope for the best. Silver lining. I have super clean sheets. I do ask that you pray for the medicine to work because if not we have to take more extensive action. Urine incontinence is due to a low level of estrogen. Last resort is that Lola will have to get hormone injections, which carries side effects. Don't want to travel that road so please pray.

Oh no, I'm not done bitching yet. There's more. MY FACE! All this stress has made my face retaliate in the worst way...OK, maybe not in the worst way. My face could have fallen off completely, which really would be the worst thing, but it has done the second worst thing. Broken out. Ugh!!! Hate it. True story. This kid ran up and bit my face today mistaking it for a pepperoni pizza. 

Can you believe that? Well don't. It's a lie. I know I said it was a true story, but I was lying. No, that doesn't mean you shouldn't believe everything else I've said so far. Get over your trust issues. Lets work past this. OK. True story for reals. When I look at myself in the mirror I throw up a little....Yes, that's technically a lie too, but not completely. I FEEL like throwing up, I just have a tough stomach. Otherwise I totally would. To add salt to the wound (the wound being my vanity), I am supposed to be in a short film this weekend. Who wants to see this mug on film? Not me. I am desperately hoping the shoot gets rescheduled. Please, please, please.

So yeah, that's what I got going for me. I could go on and on, but we both know you'd cry, both for me and because of me. Lets save those tears. Hope your life is less stressful than mine. Adios.

WHOOP WHOOP! ANOTHER AUDITION!

First let me update you on the last post I made about an audition. It was for the part of Summer on a TV show called Toonagers. (You can catch up here is you missed that one). I didn't get the part of Summer, but the producers were very impressed by my audition and have asked me to take on another role. What that will be is to be determined. They are in the process of creating said character for me. Once they have a list of possible roles for me to play they will let me choose the one I like best. So even though I didn't get the role I read for, I have still been asked to be on the show and have received some pretty awesome compliments. The producers said that of all the auditions, no one had anywhere near my level of professionalism and craft, and they said I looked great on camera. Pretty cool to hear, right? 

They wanted me to meet the lead actor, so I went to see his band perform this past Saturday at The Mink downtown. They're really good--Electric Attitude is the name if you want to check them out. I got to meet him briefly, as he was busy making the rounds, and he mentioned that he watched my audition tape and said I was really good. Hearing these things from people I don't know feels really good. As someone just getting their toes wet in acting and having had no training whatsoever, it's easy to wonder if you're any good, if you even have the slightest bit of talent. Seems as though I'm not too shabby...either that or these people are lying to me so that I don't drowned myself in my tears. I'm gonna go with the former here.

While this is going on I submitted my headshot and resume to a director--Travis Ammons--who is working on a film in Houston called The Suicide Note (or Suicide Notes). It's a darker film but one with a mix of comedy. Here's the synopsis: Struggling playwright Julian Parker has sold his first play, THE SUICIDE NOTE. Despite the play ending in tragedy (the lead commits suicide), crazy naked director and local theatre legend Don Paulson wants to produce the play for a limited-three night-engagement. His gimmick is to cast three different actors in the lead role, each of whom are willing to commit suicide, literally, on stage at the end of the show. This dark satire about where modern media and reality TV are possibly taking us deals with the playwright and his moral dilemma over having these possible suicides on his conscience as well as delving into the lives and relationships of the director (and his sexy, money hungry producer) and the three “suicidal” actors who are cast in the play.

Interesting, right? I think so. It's slated to have some known actors involved, which is exciting. So like I said, I sent my headshot and asked if there is a role for a young, caucasian, blond female, and I got an email back from Travis that said my audition is this Sat. at 3pm. He attached a brief scene from the script (I am reading for the part of  the punk girls. Which one they are looking for me to play, I don't know at this point. I may read for all three. One of them is one of the girls who commits suicide in the play). I also have to prepare a 30 second theatrical monologue. I think I'm going to read a monologue from Louise Hovick aka Gypsy Rose Lee from the play Gypsy. Got to start prepping tonight : ) I have the scene from the film memorized, I just need to work on the details on the characters' persona.

So, wish me luck! I am nervous and excited. 

My Trip to Playa del Carmen!!

As some of you may know and others may not, I recently returned from a girls trip in Playa del Carmen. (First day there)

Hands down best vaca ever! Loved every moment of it...especially the massages on the beach. Yep, that's what I said. On. The. Beach. Be jealous...No seriously, be jealous.

I went with me two besties, Carrie & Julie, and had a great time. We sunbathed on the beautiful beach, went snorkeling, drank in the pool, ate, ate and ate some more, met tons of cool people, went out at night. It was just awesome! And to sweeten the deal, we had this in our hotel room...

Oh yeah! And how much was it to drink this alcohol? NADA! That's right, free. It was included in our package. How cool is that? Pretty dang if you ask me.

Because Julie and Carrie are two of the fun and funniest girls I know, we had a lot of laughs on our trip. And some crazy things happened too. Like, I had a spider monkey jump up on my shoulder.

And while I was walking to the beach one morning, a gardner asked me if I liked coconut. I said sure. Next thing I know he whips out a machete (a MACHETE, y'all!), grabs a coconut he got from one of the hotel tress, carves out the top, sticks a straw in it and gives it to me. Not an everyday thing for me. So I continue my walk to the beach with a huge ass coconut in my hand sipping juice from a straw. Then, while chillaxin' in the kids pool (no kids in it at the time), we saw this...

We named him Fernando. Not sure what the hell he is. He looked like a rat-pig thing. And I got stung by a bee for the first time in my life. I made it 25 years without getting stung by anything. I must say that I feel all grown up now. It stung for a bit, so nurse Carrie went up to this group of people (that knew no english by the way), asked for a cig, broke it a part and put the tobacco on my wound. Not sure what she was going for there. Apparently it's better to use dip.

I will say that we were all surprised by how European it is there. We met no other Americans. But we did meet people from Wales, England, Norway, Scotland, Spain, Italy. It was awesome! Being around all those accents was so cool. Being around all those topless women and speedo-wearing men...kinda weird.

I will also note that I did get color on this trip, brown not red, which is rare. Pretty exciting for a whitey like me to get a natural tan. I like it! Can't wait to go back : )

NEW AUDITION!

So, wow. I am posting two days in a row. This is monumental. HUGE. Get excited...So are you?What do you mean Am I what? Excited? Well fine, I don't care. Be a crappy friend. Because you're not excited, my self esteem has gone down, making me depressed and angry, which provoked me to throw my scissors across the office, hitting someone in the eye. Now she's crying and bleeding everywhere. Her loud crying (really, she's overdoing it if you ask me) made everyone come running out to see what the chaos is about, wherein another colleague of mine slipped in the blood of my now one-eyed colleague and now that person has a concussion and amnesia. Everyone is looking at me like I'm the one responsible when really it's you. I'm probably gonna get fired now, not be able to pay my rent, get kicked out of my house and forced to live on the streets with my dogs, who I will have to pimp out to other homeless dogs so I can feed us all. Hope you're happy. You are the reason there's dog prostitution.

Oh, what? Feeling guilty that young, innocent pups are having to give up what's sacred to them because you can't display an emotion? Want to get excited now? Thought so.

Here's why I'm excited: I got another audition! This time it's for a comedy TV show called Toonagers (www.toonagers.tv)

Premise: It's 2010 in Austin, Texas. 22 year old Max Villanueva is a talented illustrator in his final semester at art school. He’s expected to graduate with honors and get an internship at a California studio that is touted as “the next Pixar.” Through an unforseen debacle, Max ends up failing his final, losing the internship, and forced to remain in Texas. His prospects bleak, Maxy seems on the verge of folding like a pair of pants until one of his best friends, angry computer geek Chuck, helps him acquire an animator’s job at Studio e-1, a small Austin-based company just getting off the ground.

e-1 handles mostly advertising for corporate clients – a far cry from what Max originally sought

– but it pays the bills and provides a workout for his animation skills. All the while, though, he

and Chuck are developing a concept for a program they call "Cel Mates" – the animated adventures of themselves and their crazy Austin friends.

Yes, it's set in Austin, but filming is at a studio in Houston. I will be auditioning for the role of Summer Woolbright: Summer is cut from a different cloth. She is the malfunctioning highbeam that can't be shut off. In life, she has the most flair. Summer was unknown to the other characters until being hired by Todd (boss) as the receptionist. At E-1, the proactive Summer instituted new traditions, including a monthly celebration called "Sparkles," where baked goods she had decorated to resemble the employees were eaten. Optimistic in a way befitting her name, Summer means well, even if some cynics dismiss her as a mere "heinous annoyance." 

A favorite target of the boys' practical jokes, Summer's facebook, twitter and myspace pages are regularly mocked, if not hacked. On those sites, she lists her 3 biggest heroes and influences, in order, as Joel Osteen, Ugly Betty, and 50 Cent.  She is first to know about all breaking news (refreshing TMZ and Perez Hilton dozens of times per day), and keeps in shape through a combination of river tubing, Nintendo Wii and indoor karaoke cycling. When there's a big job to be done and morale is low, Summer can be counted on to rally and excite the E-1 troops by flexing her muscles and encouraging them to be, "strong like bull!"

I got the script I will audition with yesterday, and it's really funny. Summer would be such a fun character to play. I so hope I get the part! Like Shut Your Blog Off, this too will film on weekends. I think it'll be so cool to go to an actual studio with set changes and wardrobe changes and do a comedy show with a group of talented, young actors. So you have an idea of what kind of humor it entails, Toonagers pulls from the shows The Office, Curb Your Enthusiasm and It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. It's not kids comedy, it's cable-TV, adult content comedy.

Wish me luck!

I could be bipolar...or just crazy

So last night I went to dinner with two beautiful ladies that I worked with at Bernstein & Assoc. (my first PR job). As I was driving home I got to thinking about how lucky I am to have so many amazing people in my life. I mean, I have some awesome friends and family, y'all! Just incredible people that I am blessed to know and have in my life, people that mean so much to me. Old colleagues. Childhood friends. Acting companions. Family members. Current colleagues. To all of you I want to say Thank you! Thank you for coming into my life and making a lasting impression.

I carried those warm, fuzzy thoughts with me all the way home (much like the last little piggie)...until I turned the corner onto my street and saw that the across the street neighbors had parked their car in front of my house again. Those tender, mushy moments I had turned into douchebag this and mother f%*$er that and man, I really want to punch this car in its face or I really have to pee from the wine at the restaurant. Would it be wrong if I pissed on this stupid ass car? But know that during those 15 minutes it took me to drive home, I did experience some heartfelt emotions for all the great people I know and love. You're welcome.

I got an email from mi madre today (yes, I am bilingual. note it...and then erase it cause I'm lying). It was a list of church bulletins thats typos and/or wording made them very funny. Here are highlights of my favs:

Scouts are saving aluminum cans, bottles and other items to be recycled. Proceeds will be used to cripple children.

(Why do I feel like these scouts are going to take a Dr. Pepper can and shank a 5-year-old?)

Potluck supper Sunday at 5:00 PM - prayer and medication to follow.

(This church must not have faith that its members know how to cook or they wouldn't be serving up Tums and Pepto afterward)

The ladies of the Church have cast off clothing of every kind. They may be seen in the basement on Friday afternoon.

(Ummm, not sure what kind of church this is, but I'm pretty sure they got more worshipers that Friday. I would bet the word 'Church' here refers to a strip club. Just a thought.)

This evening at 7 PM there will be a hymn singing in the park across from the Church. Bring a blanket and come prepared to sin. 

(I'm going to that hymn singing! I wonder if it's a 'clothes optional' gathering.)

Weight Watchers will meet at 7 PM at the First Presbyterian Church. Please use large double door at the side entrance. 

(Now that's just wrong)

The Associate Minister unveiled the church's new campaign slogan last Sunday: 'I Upped My Pledge - Up Yours. 

(That's a little rude, don't you think? OK, so I can't increase my pledge. No need to butt rape my efforts, Father Dave.)

Just stupid shit today. Don't even bother unless you're really bored.

Wow! It has been a whole 2 weeks to the day since I last posted. What kind of world am I making you all live in? I'm sure you've been pulling your hair out everyday waiting for me to write something. For that I would like offer you a $5 off coupon for Rogaine to replace any lost hair...only I don't have any coupons, so I can only offer you an apology...except I'm not gonna do that either because I'm not really sorry, and I believe you shouldn't apologize if you don't mean it. Excuse me for having integrity.

Throughout the day and over the weekends things happen or come up that make me say, "I should blog about that." However, every time I get ready to blog I can't remember any of the things I said I should blog about. Ain't that somethin'?...Kinda pisses me off, really, so don't bring it up again.

Oh, I got a new deodorant (above). It's by Dove, and it's called Wild Rose, in case you can't read. Not at all sure what a wild rose smells like, so I can't comment on the accuracy of the name. Nor do I know what makes a rose wild. I mean, is the particular rose that made my deodorant known around the garden as the party rose, the one that gets drunk and sleeps around with all the other flowers? If so, that's awesome! But regardless of how promiscuous my rose was, this shiz be smelling good, yall! The first time I used it I had just gotten out of the shower and was putting my make on, and I kept sniffing the air and thinking Man, what smells so damn good? Did Adam spray something? Then I'd apply some blush and then some eyeshadow and again Freakin' A! Where is that coming from? I want to capture that scent, put it into a deodorant stick, name is Wild Rose and sale that biatch! Then it hit me. That good smell was coming from me. From my pits, if you can believe that. Then I was kinda bummed because there went my grand idea to make the scent into a deodorant called Wild Rose. Dove beat me to it. Bastards. I have no shame in confessing that I now frequently lift my arms just to get a whiff every now and again. Don't judge me.

Just 24 days until my trip to Playa! Whoo hoo! So excited...I am a little P-Oed, though, and a

tad confused. 

Yeah, like her...Although I think she was staring up at a latter as her coworker climbed up to get a box of paper. See, the printer ran out of paper, and you know no one's going to claim they used the last piece so her colleague offered to go get some more from the supply closet. Because safety comes first, Thelma here said she'd spot Kevin and support the latter. Only she didn't know Kevin, who has a sensitive stomach, had a big plate of Mexican food for lunch. On his way up he farted right in Thelma's face, and her hands are up like that because she's asking God Why? My point is that she's more disgusted, whereas I am confused. But I digress....I started going to the gym 3-4 times a week when I was 6 weeks out from the trip, hoping to get rid of some flab before I squeeze my ass into a bathing suit. However, I have not seen the results I expected to see at this point. Now, I will confess that I haven't really changed my eating habits, but they haven't gotten worse either. So here's my logic: Lets say that before working out I was eating 200 cal/day (we all know that's a big fat lie because I wouldn't survive on just 200 calories a day, but I like the number 200, so get over it). At this point in my very fake scenario, I am doing no physical activity. Now I keep eating 200 cal/day but add in working out. Because I am now burning more calories than I was before, wouldn't I still lose weight even though I didn't drastically change my eating habits? Did I make any damn sense to you just now? Ugh! Whatever. Be like that then. No, I am not being a baby. You're dumb. I'm being rude? Nuh uh, you are. I'm rubber, and you're glue. So there...My point (before you threw a hissy fit) is that I'm not as confident to get into a bathing suit as I hoped to be.

Well, I'm kinda bored of writing because none of the things I told myself to blog about came back to me while I was filling this page with stupid crap. And by bored I mean annoyed. And by stupid crap I mean really stupid crap. I think I should take after The Bloggess, my blogging idol, and start writing things down in a notebook or journal as they happen so that when I get ready to blog I just take out my notes and voila. Until next time, friends.

Pluck, Shave, Call...Shoot?

Two things I REALLY want to do right now:

1. Pluck my right eye out...just for a little bit, not forever. I do need it.

2. Shave off layers of my face skin until it's smooth...yes, I know this is sorta Hannibal Lecter-ish, but I totally wouldn't eat it or anything.

Why I want to do these sadistic things:

1. I have leaky eye today, and it's driving me crazy. I blame it on the rain...and not just because Milli Vanilli said to. I believe the rain stirred up the allergens and activated my allergies.

2. My face, well chin, is broken out. I don't know why I am reliving my teen years. I'm saying that it's due to the new birth control pills my doc put me on, which is why I called them yesterday and said Switch it now or I'll cut you! The lady said that they sooo don't respond to threats, terrorist or midgets with deep voices. I said But how do you know if someone with a deep voice is a midget? I mean, that's kind of discriminatory to think that only really short people would have deep voices. I would totally think the opposite, really. I'd be more inclined to believe little people have high voices and like giants would have deep voices. Then she got all attitudinal with me about how she doesn't make the policy, just enforces it, and that's when I was like Well, how do you respond to someone with a gun in your ear? She then tried to use her twisted logic to convince me that if I shot at the phone receiver it wouldn't travel through the phone and hit here in the ear, but like, how does she know? I bet she never tried it...and because I had her on the phone I thought why not ask. Have you ever tried it? She said she had and that all it did was blow her phone into a bunch of pieces and put  hole in her wall. I totally don't want to have to call a drywall guy to come repair a hole, so I opted not to shoot at her through the phone. Although, I still think it would have worked. In the end, I got a new Rx.

I would like to try that SkinID stuff, but it's $51, which isn't horrible, but my Nutrogena face pads are $8. I know I should fork over the extra $43 to get a better product, but I'm trying to save money right now. I might get some next week, though. I went online and took the questionnaire to find out what my skin ID is, and I'm a 25, 32, 53. I think there's hidden meaning in those numbers. They symbolize the age you'll be when something awesome happens. I'm 25 now, so this is one of my years, baby! Score...Or maybe they're just your lucky Pick3 numbers.

I've got rehearsal tonight for the scenes we're shooting this weekend. My character gets to open up a bit and share a little about her past. I'm hoping to squeeze out some tears. I'll let ya know how it goes...

PS: In my search for a picture of a gun held up to a phone I found a gun that doubles as a phone. Not so sure about the safety there. I mean, you could be talking to your husband and he's all I don't want to have dinner at your parents' house. Then you get all frustrated and squeeze the phone, totally forgetting it's also a gun, and BANG...Honey, I'll have to call you back. I just shot someone again.

Because Carrie Says So

OK Carrie. Here. Happy? I was reprimanded this morning by my bestie, Carrie, because it's been over a week since my last post. I think I may even be grounded. No TV, no phone. I'm just allowed my computer. She locked me in a dark room with no windows and told me I wont get food or water until I write...(cough cough) So. Thirsty...Shhh. I think she's coming. If she finds out I am reaching out for help she'll make me write two posts. Or even three. Oh the horror!...OK, we're safe. False alarm.

On a happier note, I am all booked for my trip to Playa del Carmen in 6 weeks. Julie, Carrie and I are taking a girls trip...that is if I ever get out of this dungeon. We're going for Carrie's 26th birthday and what a blast it's gonna be. Non of us have been to Playa, so we are stoked. My dad put me in touch with his travel agent, and we got an all inclusive trip for 5 days for $585. What a steal! That's flight, transportation to and from the airport, hotel stay, all the food and drinks we can handle, tips and tax. I can't wait! I've got a new swimsuit already and a new summer dress. Still more shopping to do, though. Not too much because I am attempting to save money so that I have some for the trip.

Where I'll be in less than 6 weeks

Oh, I'm going to be on set this weekend. Yay! We haven't shot anything in a while, and I'm anxious to get back in there and get this thing on its way to post production. 

I've got a tummy ache today. It started last night after dinner, which leads me to believe that something I ate didn't sit well. I kept waking up in the middle of the night because it was hurting, but I'm pushing through...I will say that my tummy ache ain't getting my an excuse slip from kickboxing tonight. Mommy Dearest (and I mean Carrie) says I have to go. That said, if I feel a strong urge to ralph while jumping up and down in a hotass room, I will most certainly aim my projection right at her. See if she tries to make me go to the gym the next time I'm not feeling well. Sucka! I think that maybe I'll show up at the gym looking very pale with dark circles under my eyes and a sign around my neck that says "I can barely walk, but Carrie says she'll beat me with a spiked chain if I don't come to class. Must obey or get stitches again. Doctors say the brain damage shouldn't be permanent. 2+2=9. The sun is purple. A, B, C, H, P, Z, R." Payback.

Alright, that's all I got for today. My stomach hurts so bad I can hardly move my fingers to type...but I did it for Carrie. Haha! Lookout for some hate mail, Carrie : )

Sore Muscles, Eye Poking, Birthday Celebration, Sunburn, Dentist...It's all here

OK, so now I'm on day 2 since my trip to the gym, and I am more sore today than I was yesterday. Lifting air hurts my biceps. Sitting down is agony. And all I can say about stairs is that they're the Devil. And I guess I exchanged brain cells for muscle mass because I am going back tonight to do it all again. If you could see the fake excitement on my face, you'd know how I truly feel about doing BodyPump again. 

Yeah, it kinda resembles the guy's face. You can tell he doesn't want to be there...Or he just pooped his pants. One or the other. Either way, he's not happy.

I told Carrie I would karate chop her in the forehead for doing this to me, and I stand by my word. When she picks me up for class I will say hello (because she is my friend) and then hi-ya straight at her forehead. After which I will ask her how her day at work was (because she is my friend).

I honestly don't know how in the hell I'm going to lift that freakin' barbell or even attempt a squat. And if the instructor tells me not to bite my lip or scrunch my face (he said that to people on Tues.), I'm going to put my barbell down, walk, I mean limp, over to him and bite his nose. Actually, he sweats a lot, and I don't want to get his sweat in my mouth so I wont bite him. But I will poke him in the eye. Just a real quick poke. Not too hard to cause damage or impair vision. Just enough so that he gets the message and has to wink the rest of class. 

This Saturday is my nephew, Jackson's, 5th birthday. I can't believe he's 5 already. He has grown to be such a precious little boy. So polite and well-behaved. Cute as a button (How did that expression come about? I mean, are buttons really that cute? I think there are way cuter things in this world than a button. Like those mini burgers that are all the craze right now. Why not He's as cute as a mini cheeseburger...Whatevs) 

I haven't decided where to take him yet. I'm waiting to see what my bro suggests. I want to take him somewhere he doesn't get to go often but really loves. I'm excited to have a day with Jackson, just me and him.

Oh, to add to my sore legs, arms and butt, I have a sunburn on my chest (you know, from my weekend at the inflatable pool), and it hurts. It's starting to peel right along the breast bone, and last night I had to go to sleep with a cold rag in between my boobs. I held it in place with my cleavage. I finally get my normal face back (had a massive breakout last week, you can read about it here), and now my body goes to poop. If it ain't one thing, it's another.

Went to the dentist this morning. Before I get my teeth cleaned I always do a kickass job of brushing and flossing them myself in hopes that the hygienist will think I always take such good care of my teeth. So this morning I brushed super good, flossed and brushed again. How she was still scrapping crap off my teeth is beyond me. Good news is that I have no cavities...and if you've known me pre-adult teeth, you'll know that's quite a feat. I just hate that taste and feel you have after getting your teeth cleaned. That toothpaste, which I'm sure comes from outer space, never rinses off completely so when you bite down you feel that crit-like crap. And because you're there with your mouth wide open for like 45 min. straight, you have a tight jaw afterwards. No wonder people don't like going. But it's done, and I don't have to do it again for another 6 months.

Gobbleygook

So my Daddy got on to me this weekend about not writing more frequently. And when I say got on to me, I mean he said something like Babygirl, where are your blog posts? Not Listen here, young lady. If I don't see a post a day you're grounded! So in essence, he really didn't get on to me at all. But I digress...I would like to write more often (and probably could if I stopped bitchin' about how I don't have time and just sat down and did it), but I just don't have the time. But from this moment forward I vow to make a slight effort to at least pretend I have the intention of blogging more often (fingers crossed). Good enough? That wasn't really a question, so that's why I can't hear your answer. It has nothing to do with the fact that we are communicating via the Internet. I can normally hear your answers loud and clear but because I clearly stated that 'Good enough?' was not a question, your answers don't come through. Now if I say So, what are you doing? I can hear your answers...That was TMI, Dad, and Mom, you know you shouldn't be doing that. Carrie, I hope you have on knee pads while your doing what you're doing...She's playing volleyball, you nasty-minded people.

Oh, I am proud to inform everyone that my face is now back to normal...for the most part anyway. The crazy breakout I had last week has subsided. Whew! Thank you, Lord. It was not pleasant, but I am glad it's over. And I know you're wondering, but no, I did not show up at the 4th of July party with Calamine lotion on my face pretending I had the chicken pox. I played it cool and went with a paper sack over my head.

I think the extra dose of vitamin D I got this weekend helped my skin clear up. I, who am pale and translucent-like, do not get sun exposure often. However, Adam and I got a pool and were in it all weekend. And when I say pool, I mean we got an inflatable pool from Target, but it's so badass. It's not like the little circle pool with Lightening McQueen on it. It's a rectangle pool that's about 5 feet wide, 8 feet long and 3 feet deep. Adam and I can both totally layout in it with room to spare. Plus the sides are so cushiony that to just lay your head back on 'em and stretch your feet out while you sip on a beer is just heavenly. I felt kinda like the Griswold family as I filled up my inflatable pool--water hose in one hand and a beer in the other. I was just waiting for Cousin Eddie to join me outside with a speedo on, get in the pool and pee. But I don't care how white trash we looked. It was relaxing and soothing and fun and now I have a brownish tint to my arms and chest (well, mostly a reddish color on my chest, but any color is better than being Casper). I look forward to getting in it again this weekend.

 What we don't have

 What we do have...In fact, that's me and Adam standing up while our two kids (who are 14 and 12 and who no one knew existed) sit in the pool

Big day today. I am accompanying my friend, Carrie, to a workout class at the YMCA. It's called Bodypump. It's going to pump..me up. (Arnold voice/SNL skit). I haven't been to a gym in a looooong time. I wish I was jumping back in with a class like beginners stretching, but nooo. Carrie goes to Bodypump. Thanks, Carrie. If I don't make it out of this class alive, please get my nails refilled before my funeral. I broke one, and I'll be damned if that wouldn't be my unfinished business. I'll be forced to haunt Montrose Nails forever. But seriously, am I excited about this class tonight? No. But am I gonna go anyway? Yes. And why? Because Carrie will be there, and she wants me to do this with her. At least if a weight flies out of my hand and hits the guy behind me in the face, I have someone to laugh it off with. Should be interesting. If my fingers work tomorrow, I'll let you know how it goes.

Outbreak! Run Away!

OMG! That is all I say when I look at myself in the mirror...That and You've got to be kidding me! To what am I referring? Oh that would be the sudden slew of pimples that decided to appear on face over the last few days. Freaking ridiculous! I feel like I'm going through puberty again, like I'm back in high school...and I HATE it! I don't know what brought this one, but whatever it was I hate you! And I say that with a devilish glare in my eyes and gritted teeth. As if it isn't bad enough to have a case of pepperoni face, I am going to a 4th of July party tomorrow where I will see lots of people I haven't seen in a long time. Wonderful. I can see it now. Oh Sarah, hi! It's been so long. How are you? (that's what comes out of their mouth, while in their head they are saying) Holy cow! What they hell happened to her face? She's too old for puberty. Could she have some sort of disease? Oh shit! Think it's contagious? Actual words--Oh my, I just remembered that I left the iron on. Better go all the way back home and turn it off (awkward giggle). Yep, my world is closing in on me. I will soon be cast out of society. No, I am not being over dramatic. 

Maybe I should just play it up as a disease. You think if I walked into the party with Calamine lotion on my face everyone would believe I'm getting over chicken pocks? How cute would that look? I could rock it out like this kid and get people to feel sorry for me.

Or maybe I'll tell everyone I have that skin disease that sounds like tiger...Impetigo [im-peh-tie-go], that's it. OK, so it doesn't sound like tiger, but that's how I remembered the name when I was younger. Tiger. Tigo. Close enough. I was so going to put a picture of impetigo on here, but after looking at some online I think it's best that I don't. You would totally lose your lunch, or dinner or breakfast (depending on when you read this). Nast-tee. 

Ugh! I am so frustrated at my face right now. You know what, someone should make some kind of very thin, skin-colored, skin-textured adhesive sheet that you can cut to whatever size you need and place it over problem areas on your face and then your makeup goes right over it as if it were your skin. That way if you have a date or are performing somewhere or are going to a 4th of July party, you can feel more confident about your appearance. Say you get a pimple (or 50), just cut out a piece big enough to cover the pimple (or 50) and place it over the pimple (or 50) and then apply your makeup over the now smooth surface. It'd be great for scars too. I'm a genius!...Only I don't know how to make my invention or what it would be made of. But that's all in the details. Details-Smetails, I say.

Well, I'm hungry, so it's off to lunch for me. If you don't do anything else today, you should at least invest some time into feeling sorry for me. Self pity just isn't enough.

I Am Drawn To Places That Have An Animal in Their Name

Great weekend! I got to hang out with two of my besties from high school. On Saturday night I drove into Baytown to go out on the town with Xavier, my best friend since 9th grade. We met in freshman algebra and clicked right away. He's an awesome friend! Becasue he always comes to Houston, I decided to go to his neck of the woods (my old neck...I've since had a neck transplant). However, upon arrival in the Dirty Bay, as it is called, we immeditaely headed to Clear Lake to hit up some hot spots out there. I've never been out in Clear Lake, but I can now check that off my Bucket List. The first stop was a place called Turtle Club, which really isn't a club at all nor is it shapped like a turtle. It's a bar. On a boat. There's nothing like taking a sip of beer and then realizing you're whole body is swaying to make you think you're drink has been drugged. I was like Holy Balls! What is in this Bud Light 'cause I am trippin'. I soon discovered that everyone felt the same sudden dizziness I did and that there was logic to it all. The boat was rocking back and forth. Whew. That was a relief. For a moment I was sure I was going to wake up in a black F150 with 3 tats that said 'I heart Ray-Ray.' After Turtle Club we headed to Bucks Bar, which is a club, and you will be surprised to note that there were no male deer inside. Disappointment, quite frankly. The club played hip hop music with the occasional country and salsa song thrown in the mix. At 2am they closed up shop, and I was more than ready to head home. I don't have the stamina of my college days anymore.

On Sunday I spent the afternoon with Miss Carrie, my bestie since jr. high. She and I went to brunch at Buffalo Grill...Hold on. Does anyone else see a pattern emerging? Turtle Club. Bucks Bar. Buffalo Grill. The animal kingdom calls to me. Anyway, Buffalo Grill was very yum. I will return. Then Carrie introduced me to a store called Francesca's. A store that I will now have to go to over and over again. They had such cute clothes, purses, jewelry, knick knacks, patty whacks, give the dog a bone. I loved it! There was only one mishap, but I have since uncovered the reason for it. I had a dress and a pair of earrings at checkout. The cashier said Do you want these? Meaning the earrings. And I said Yes, I do. Silly me didn't realize that June 21 was Opposite Day. Missed that on the calendar. When I replied with a yes to her question she must have thought Yes means no, so she doesn't want the earrings...(giggle) I love Opposite Day. It's so much fun! If I had been using my telepathic power that day (I turn it off on Sundays) I could have made my thoughts respond to her thoughts with Um no, heffer. Today's Father's Day not Opposite Day. Now give me my damn earrings. Then she would have totally thought she was crazy because someone else's voice was speaking in her head and cried out OMG! I'm Sybil! So it was a good thing that I didn't have my powers on. The sad part is that I didn't get those freaking earrings.

When I got home Adam was making a pot roast, and holy cow it turned out AMAZING! The roast was so tender, the potatos and carrots soft and flavorful and the juice delicious. My favorite meal of his hands down. Had round 2 for lunch today. OK, it's 10pm. My bedtime. Catch ya on the flip side.

Rinse Cycle

OK. So...no life changing event took place on Friday. Unless you call washing, drying and folding every sheet, blanket, robe and article of clothing (in the hamper) you own in one night life changing. I guess that could be it. I mean, I did learn that I could never work at a cleaners. That's called self discovery. Life changing, my friend. Plain and simple.

I woke up Saturday ready to conquer the quest of getting Lola, Dax & Harley to doggie daycare all by my lonesome. I mapped out a plan the night before. Got my blueprints out and outlined the perimeter of primary focus, the place where leashes meet collars--the kitchen. When my dogs see me go for the leash bowl that go ape shit. Just crazy. Lola knows she supposed to sit, but it's like she's so excited that her ass wont connect with the floor for more than half a second. She sits then jumps, sits then jumps. Meanwhile, the boys are dancing around me on their hind legs. It's a mad house! So this time I devised a plan. I put the boys outside and locked the back door. That left just me and Lola in the kitchen. A standoff. I reached for the leash bowl, and her club-like tail went flappin'. And the tourette's began. Sit. Jump. Sit. Jump. I put the boys' leashes in my purse, got Lola ready and headed out the door. Apparently she didn't care if the front door got locked. She was ready to hit the pavement. (She didn't make it to the pavement, but she did hit the stairs. Face first. Haha! I can laugh because I'm her mother). I said Lola! If I don't lock this door someone might come in and steal your rope bone (had to use something she'd care about. The flat screen means nothing to her). If that happens, what will we play tug-o-war with? So, she let me lock the door. I got her into the back seat, all the while the boys are flipping out in the backyard watching me and Lola runaway to paradise (that's what they think is happening). I then go over to the side fence, lean down and pick up one boy at a time, pull him over the fence and put his leash on. Sweating? Yes. Yes, I am.

We all get into the car, and as expected, both boys get in my lap. I roll Lola's window down, and we're off. Things are going fine...until Lola decides she wants to ride shotgun. She hops up front, and then proceeds to stand up. Her front two feet slip off the seat and onto the floor board, which propels her face into the dash. She's a bit stunned and quickly sits her ass down and stays still. I later see that there is blood on my dash (just a tiny bit), and now I feel bad. I check her mouth, give her some love and we're good. My little trooper.

What a relief it was to get them checked in. Whew! And I am happy to report that no poops were taken on the lobby floor. Score! I will say that as glad as I was to drop them off at daycare, I hated being back home without them. The house feels so empty and lonely (sentimental moment). 

On to a different topic. I am happy, no thrilled, to report that Silas is gone. That's right. He finally checked out...witout paying his room service bill, I might add. But I didn't care. He is gone, and that's all that matters. Yay! I have my face back!

Now we are into mid week, and I am anxiously awaiting the weekend. Until next time.

Do I Just Wriggle My Nose, Nod My Head & Blink or What?

So, I know I said in yesterday's post that my life would change today, but nothing yet...However, this day ain't over. I still have 7 hours to experience something life-altering.

As for an update on Silas (my annoying pimple), he is still hanging around. He even had the nerve to invite some friends over for a party last night, and though they thankfully weren't around this morning, they did leave a couple of their kids behind (tiny pimples). I said, Silas, I'm not a freaking babysitter! You need to tell your friends to come get their kids. And you know what he said? Well, you're babysittin' today, trick. He has no idea how close I came to jabbing him in his face with a safety pin, the bastard. Thin ice. Thin. Ice.

No filming this weekend. Kinda nice to have a weekend off...although not totally relaxing. Terminix is coming tomorrow, so I have to clean the heck out of the house this evening and then take the dogs to daycare in the morning. No one (of the human or animal kingdom) is allowed to be in the house for 4 hours after they spray...unless they have a death wish. Loading up those 3 rascals and driving is quite an adventure. They all love the ride, of course, but both boys (Harley and Dax) want to be in my lap, and they usually find some way to make that happen. Cool for them. Not for me. Lola hangs in the back seat with her head out the window, but she does like to test the water and see if she can get up front before I have time to push her back. By the time I get to doggie daycare, I'm always a bit flushered and usually flaunt a chest covered in claw marks from the boys fighting over who gets to be closest to mommy. Then I have to use my ninja-like skills to grab both boys and close the door before Lola gets out. I can't take all 3 in at once. I get the boys checked in and then go back for Lola, who I'm always worried will take a huge dump on the lobby floor as she has done so many times. Something about walking into that place just loosens her bowels. It's so embarrassing because once it starts coming there's no stopping it. I just have to apologize and clean it up...but when an 80lb dog takes a shit, that smell does not just disappear. It lingers. I cut out of there after that. See ya!

So that's what I have to look forward to this evening and tomorrow. Yay! Sunday, though, will be a day of PJs and laziness. Take that back. I have to go to the grocery store. Dammit!...I'm ready for my awesome, amazing, wondeful life-changing event whenever you are, God.

OK, so I may have over exaggerated

OK, I just looked at Silas in the mirror, and he's not as big as the pimple in that picture. He's half that...but feels that big.

Just Close Your Eyes & Visualize

Tomorrow my life will change. How do I know that? I just do. I have a gut feeling that it will. And in a good, no GREAT & AMAZING way! I even wrote it on my calendar.

I made a visualization board yesterday. A what? I said, a vis-u-a-li-zation board. Geeze! Listen next time. (Like how I have mock conversations? It makes me feel less crazy to write them out instead of keeping the voices in my head). Anyway, a visualization board is a cork board where you put pictures, phrases, magazine cutouts, fortune cookie fortunes, etc. that portray your desires in life. You post up the things you want in your life and look at the board everyday and visualize that those things up there are already yours or are already happening at this very moment. On my board, I have pictures I got online, a fortune cookie fortune I got with last night's dinner, some favorite quotes, Bible phrases, and so forth. It's pretty cool if I do say so myself...other than the fact that when it comes to cutting things out I still cut like a 2nd grader. How they let me move on to 3rd grade without mastering that skill is a mystery. So yeah, the things on my board are uneven-looking, but I think it adds character and says to the world, "Hey, I'm not perfect." I look at my board 2-3 times a day, and it makes me smile. I recommend everyone make one.

Oh, with a simple wriggle of my nose, I am reminded to tell you about Silas. Silas is the mountain-like pimple right next to my nose. He was just like hey yesterday, but I guess I neglected him so today he's like LOOK AT ME! You're a bastard, Silas, and you hurt like hell too. And he's one of those pimples that's under the skin, so you can't get to it. His location alone makes him hard to tackle (we all know who hard it is to go after a pimple on or right beside the nose). After several unsuccessful minutes of bending your nose are far as you can, you starting thinking Maybe if I just cut my nose off for like 30 seconds I can get to this stubborn ass pimple and reattach my nose without much blood loss. And then just when you have the knife ready you realize Crap! I don't know how to sow. I would never be able to get it to stay on. And even if I did it would most certainly be crooked. So, you opt not to cut your nose off after all. Instead, Silas and I are forced to get along until he decides he's ready to leave. And he's not even a good guest. I can't tell you how many wet towels I've had to pick up off the bathroom floor. It just takes a second to hang it up, Silas. So, I got that going for me. Maybe I should put a picture of Silas on my visualization board with an X over him.

(The below image is not me, but her friend there on the left is a great representation of Silas)

Just Give Me Some H2O & Put Me to Bed

Hmm...haven't posted in a while and feel like I should, but what to say? What awesome, hilarious or embarrassing thing happened recently? I'm too drained to think right now. Why am I drained, I heard you ask? Well, because I'm hot. No, not like Megan Fox in a bikini hot. Like clothes sticking to me 'cause I'm sweating hot. It's amazing how being hot can deplete your energy level. And the kicker is that I wasn't doing any sort of physical activity that would cause one to be hot and sweaty. In fact, I was sitting at my desk putting stamps on post cards for a client. It's just that Houston is so dang humid that it becomes possible to be sitting indoors with the AC on and sweat. I'm such a visualizer that I thought maybe I visualized myself exercising and did it so well that I actually started sweating...but then I remembered that I would NEVER visualize exercise. Exercise is the thing of nightmares. So, now that I am finally cooling down, I seem to be exhausted. PJs and a book, please.

Oh, I know! Me, me! Call on me! Yes, Sarah. Go ahead. OK, so Monday afternoon a headache started. Nothing too bad, just annoying more than anything. Well, as the day bled into night, the pain intensified, so much so that I thought about going to the hospital. I'd never had such a headache in my life. Nothing I did helped. I decided to get online and see what could be causing it. Not a good idea in this case. All this stuff popped up about fatigue, dizziness, swollen tongue, trouble speaking, brain aneurysms...GET TO THE HOSPITAL. Suddenly I was like, "I think I'm having trouble swallowing. OMG! My tongue must be swollen! Am I speaking clearly? A-B-C-D-E-F-G..." Then I felt dizzy. Another sign. After a few minutes of freaking myself out, I just walked away from the computer, drank lots of water and got my head pain down to a point that I could fall asleep. Low and behold, I didn't die in my sleep! Yay! The headache didn't completely go away until last night, though. Lesson: Hydration. My shoot on Sunday was outdoors, and it was an all day thing. When you're as pale as I am, you shouldn't just soak up hours and hours of sun without sunscreen and lots of water. So, root cause of my horrible headache: Sun poisoning (or so I speculate).

Well, it's about that time. Time for me to head home, relax and watch So You Think You Can Dance : ) Love that show! Until next time...