In the Spirit of 2012.

I have decided to make my life a little more simple and a LOT more positive. I am putting all of my eggs in a tiny (but filled to the brim) basket and starting a Tumblr. No more little deets, but you will see plenty on the new page. This year has been full of weirdness and fun, but I am seriously gearing up to kick ass in 2012. It is going to be a grand year, I'll see to that!

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Cheers to the New.

My new venture, Deal Girl Big City is live. As in it has its own website.

We are going to the Melrose Trading Post, with mascot Sandy, on Sunday the 19th, rain or shine.

I am undoubtably ecstatic about this new venture, but also rather nervous about other parts of my life. After this job, for instance, I don't know what to do. I guess it happens with every job though. Plus in the past few months there have been some exciting (albeit stressful) changes happening in my life which have forced me more and more to look at the big picture and make sure the Little Deets still make me smile. Once I stop smelling the roses while walking down the street, things will get rough. Cheers to knowing that, right?

I don't even know if I want to stay in entertainment anymore. That isn't entirely true, but by the time I wrap, I will have been on this show for almost a year! A YEAR! That is almost unheard of in the reality television world and I don't know whether to be pissed of, anxious or happy about it. I am pissed off because I would rather be doing something else, anxious because we are on hiatus and I have no fucking clue what I am supposed to be doing half the time (my mantra has become "just look busy") and happy because I have a job.

My love life is pretty non existent because (womp womp) I have been (womp womp) holding onto something and I'm not quite sure if I even want to let it go. And you know what? That actually makes me pretty damn happy right now. The dude on the other side doesn't think I'm too shabby either, so that helps.
However I did meet a boy from NY at my old local dive last Friday which gave me some glimmer of hope that I can still meet a nice guy. They just can't live in/be from LA.

Oi vey.

BUT. I am having a great time with a new pup and decorating my new apartment which is ALL MY OWN. My nights are consumed with wine parties with neighbors and doggy play dates.

On a random side note I still wonder why people with cute dogs are rude when people gawk at them. Oh are you offended that I said hi to your dog first? My apologies. And now, I wonder why certain people just don't gawk at mine. She is too darn precious. Some people just have no soul I guess. Sucks for them!

Day in the Life: Domain Edition

Yes. Today I am taking a giant step.
I am buying a domain! I will still have the blog, but this is going to be a huge and glorious project.

Stay tuned. It is going to be GREAT, and I will let you all know what it is as soon as it is up and running!

(I just have to do a few things first, i.e. move into my new apartment--ALONE, yay!-- and get settled in)

Day in the Life: The Sandy Chronicles

Several people have told me "it always happens that way", and now I get it.

When I went to the adopt-a-pet fair  at Roxbury Park last Sunday, I was on the way to a baby shower for one of my best friends (fortunately, she's having another one). It was 11:15, I was supposed to leave for Mission Viejo at 11:45. So I figured I would go see what was out there in the world of dogs. And I SO did. 

When I held her, that was it man. IT. The check I wrote was also probably the best check I've ever written. I wrote it to Animal Services in exchange for one skittish but sweet 2 year old Terrier who I have name Sandy. To make my co-worker happy, I told him Sandy was short for Sandwiches. 

Sandy has been in my possession for 6 total days at this point and I could not be happier about it. She totally picked me! There is something about having her that has totally relaxed me. I don't know quite what it is. You know how people say dogs help with certain illnesses? I'm not ill, but maybe she is my "anxiety" or "panic" dog. 

The thought ran through my head last night that I probably won't be going out a lot, which I am totally fine with, except the meeting men part. But then, as Sandy was hitting on all the boys and their owners at the dog park today, I started to feel like (finally) there are other places to meet men other than bars. 

It's probably a good idea to let her pick men for me anyway, clearly I am not doing a good job on that front. I will take any help I can get!

Anyway, I am not about to be one of those people who only writes about her dog, but I figured I might just let you all know about the newest addition to my household (which is changing soon, YAY).

Here she is, freshly groomed. She's a fancy girl now!

Day in the Life: Office Edition

Sometimes, I believe I am a total weirdo.

Every morning I come to the office super early just so I can sit on the computer before everyone gets her and get "acquainted" with the day. I mean, how retarded does that sound? My apartment would be sufficient for that sort of thing.

(Digression: I was 2 glasses of wine deep last night when I purchased the new Demi Lovato album. This morning, I burned it on to a CD and listened to it in the car. Damn that girl can sing.)

Although I do have to say that this time has proven quite useful in the past few days because if you didn't know already, I'm moving. I have used this time to look for apartments on hotpads.com, which is much better than silly Westside Rentals, and hotpads does not even ask for money. Yes, free. My second favorite word.

Speaking of the office, I had one of my (top) superiors say to me last week while we were on set that I would be a great comedian. You know what I said? Nothing. He asked if I would read something he wrote. I ran to my car.

Yep, total weirdo.

Day in the Life: Laundry Edition

Living behind 7-11, I run into interesting people everyday whether I am buying wine, tampons, chocolate or Lean Pockets.

Laundry is a different story completely. In my building, we have a laundry room, but one time last year there were human droppings in the dryer so I started going to the laundromat around the corner. I have to walk two doors down from 7-11 past a 24 hour cash only taco shop and 2 trash cans that are often surrounded by aggressive homeless people. I have had people grab at my laundry bag and say "baby, I love you, what size you wear?" And there are those homeless people that act very nice asking for a quarter (which I clearly have in my hand) and then scream "fuck you then!" as I turn the corner. Sorry man, I just have a weird affinity for clean clothes.

Imagine my surprise when I arrive home from around the corner one sweltering hot laundry day and there is a homeless person  reading the newspaper on my lawn. I mean, should I really be that stunned? There is a broken toilet on the other side of the walkway. Luckily our landlord keeps up on the garden maintenance.

Anyway, I asked my neighbor who was outside (very loudly) if he knew the woman I was about to make my first homeless friend and she didn't even flinch. You know what though? Everyone needs a load off. And I commend that homeless woman. Instead of trying to get more money from us, she took the money she had to sit back, relax and catch up on current events.

Maybe she was a writer for her school newspaper 40 or so years ago. Who knows? I wonder what she thinks of Lady Gaga.

Day in the Life: PMS Edition

While watching a commercial for Tomato soup, I began to cry. Sentimental family moments can make people emotional...

Last night during the Emmy's when all of the women nominated for Best Actress in a Comedy Series were up on stage holding hands, I felt a tear fall down my cheek. Was I crying for women's empowerment?

What in God's name....

Oh, it's PMS.