Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
WHAT’S COOKIN?
What's Cooking in my life, you ask?
1. No more lizards in my kitchen. Just plenty of bugs because there's a hole in the screen. Gross.
2. I am OLYMPIC CRAZY. I have never watched so much Olympic coverage in all of my 23 years. But I love it!
3.Career wise-I have been working on my voice-over demos, I got some new headshots taken, I'm doing a one-woman show (that I haven't written yet!) at the end of September with two other funny ladies, and I'm taking a writing class at the Groundlings. I also recently got back on the stand-up train after a self-imposed haitus, and we have another Small Gravy show coming up next week. It is about to get REAL, ya'll. As in real busy.
4. I am glad I will be busy, because I *might* not have time to be sad.
5. I haven't been to a Target or bought groceries in almost two weeks. Don't call it self-control...let's call it POOR. I really need some conditioner, guys! But don't worry- I'm not gonna starve. I'm being pretty creative with the stuff in the pantry and freezer. Veggie burger and a can of beans? Grilled cheese and frozen vegetables? Two meatballs and 1/2 cup of forgotten pasta from the back of the pantry?? BRING IT ON!
6. I saw Guy Pierce at The Waffle today. Someone had to tell me who it was...I wouldn't have recognized him. He was unshowered (like the rest of us), scruffy, and he was wearing big-rimmed glasses. I wanted to ask him to explain Momento...but I was too busy asking my breakfast for an autograph. HOLY yum.
7. Going away parties are right up there on the SUCK LIST with Baby Showers. They're both disguised as celebrations, both are full of gifts and hugs, and with one there's a cute baby involved...but they both translate into "Things will never be the same." BOOOOOOOO.
8. I've gotta go work on my floor routine. Those judges are dicks.
USA! USA! USA! USA! HOT GUYS IN SPEEDOS! USA! USA!
1. No more lizards in my kitchen. Just plenty of bugs because there's a hole in the screen. Gross.
2. I am OLYMPIC CRAZY. I have never watched so much Olympic coverage in all of my 23 years. But I love it!
3.Career wise-I have been working on my voice-over demos, I got some new headshots taken, I'm doing a one-woman show (that I haven't written yet!) at the end of September with two other funny ladies, and I'm taking a writing class at the Groundlings. I also recently got back on the stand-up train after a self-imposed haitus, and we have another Small Gravy show coming up next week. It is about to get REAL, ya'll. As in real busy.
4. I am glad I will be busy, because I *might* not have time to be sad.
5. I haven't been to a Target or bought groceries in almost two weeks. Don't call it self-control...let's call it POOR. I really need some conditioner, guys! But don't worry- I'm not gonna starve. I'm being pretty creative with the stuff in the pantry and freezer. Veggie burger and a can of beans? Grilled cheese and frozen vegetables? Two meatballs and 1/2 cup of forgotten pasta from the back of the pantry?? BRING IT ON!
6. I saw Guy Pierce at The Waffle today. Someone had to tell me who it was...I wouldn't have recognized him. He was unshowered (like the rest of us), scruffy, and he was wearing big-rimmed glasses. I wanted to ask him to explain Momento...but I was too busy asking my breakfast for an autograph. HOLY yum.
7. Going away parties are right up there on the SUCK LIST with Baby Showers. They're both disguised as celebrations, both are full of gifts and hugs, and with one there's a cute baby involved...but they both translate into "Things will never be the same." BOOOOOOOO.
8. I've gotta go work on my floor routine. Those judges are dicks.
USA! USA! USA! USA! HOT GUYS IN SPEEDOS! USA! USA!
Friday, August 8, 2008
WTF is in my kitchen?
I just found a little lizzard in my kitchen. WTF? I thought those things only lived behind glass at the zoo, or on the outside wall of your hotel in Mexico.
I was sitting in the kitchen...and I heard some rustling by the giant bag of dog food.
Then I saw it, moving like 50 miles an hour across the floor, and a sound came out of me that can only be described as ENDEARING.
I thought- What do you do with a lizard??? How do I get it out of here? JAR? Paper towel? Glass?? It's not like it's a spider. It has a BODY!
In case you're wondering, it was about this long:
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Small, but freaky when it's coming at you at 50 miles an hour. And all I could think was "If I don't get this fucker out of here, it's gonna end up in my bed or in my underwear drawer."
I somehow convinced him to run into a ziplock baggie, and then I introduced him to my beautiful Burbank yard. I hope he's okay.
I hope I didn't seperate him from his family of lizards living in our cabinets, or in the bag of dog food.
I hope a mother lizard doesn't come attack me in my sleep for taking her baby away.
Maybe he'll come back when he is older just to say hello and thank you for saving his life.
You're welcome, you cute little bastard. Now get the effffff away from me!
I was sitting in the kitchen...and I heard some rustling by the giant bag of dog food.
Then I saw it, moving like 50 miles an hour across the floor, and a sound came out of me that can only be described as ENDEARING.
I thought- What do you do with a lizard??? How do I get it out of here? JAR? Paper towel? Glass?? It's not like it's a spider. It has a BODY!
In case you're wondering, it was about this long:
[----------------------------------]
Small, but freaky when it's coming at you at 50 miles an hour. And all I could think was "If I don't get this fucker out of here, it's gonna end up in my bed or in my underwear drawer."
I somehow convinced him to run into a ziplock baggie, and then I introduced him to my beautiful Burbank yard. I hope he's okay.
I hope I didn't seperate him from his family of lizards living in our cabinets, or in the bag of dog food.
I hope a mother lizard doesn't come attack me in my sleep for taking her baby away.
Maybe he'll come back when he is older just to say hello and thank you for saving his life.
You're welcome, you cute little bastard. Now get the effffff away from me!
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