Jennie's Gobbledigook

The Sitcom Writers' Prayer

2010-05-04T19:32:00.000-07:00

This man is a genius, and my role model. Enjoy!!

CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #285

Lord, if it be thy will, give unto us a story that has lots of comic potential while simultaneously exploring and defining our characters and their relationships (preferably something that hasn't been done on Dick Van Dyke or Friends). If, in thine infinite wisdom, the story you provideth is over-the-top, please help us convince ourselves that we are creating a classic farce so we can look our actors in the eye and explain, with face straight, that jumping the shark is how we demonstrate our love for you. Also make us into a channel through which true and honestly funny dialogue flows to our principal, supporting and guest characters. If, on the day of judgement, thy heavenly words elicit silence from the studio audience, relieve us of our suffering, O' Divine Master, by giving us the strength to tell our friends and family that we are doing a "dramedy." Finally Lord, we call on your infinite mercy, praying that you forgiveth our many network sins, most notably Lenny and Squiggy-style smash cut jokes, and that after we are brought low by the Nielsonites, you lift us up and lead us into the valley of high-concept, vaguely sentimental feature films like thou didst with thine exalted emissary, Judd of Apatow. Amen.

Oh, couple more things: May our directors someday figure out a way to start a restaurant scene that does not require a waiter to walk across the room, and may all those internet residuals we fought for during the last strike start rolling in. Amen redux.

The Power of Poetry

2010-04-26T04:37:00.000-07:00

Who knew that poetry could be so powerful? I mean, I know how important and meaningful words are, but, for the most part, I've only experienced them on the written page, or in a theater with the masses. I was fortunate to experience some amazing women recite their poetry recently, and I was completely blown away.

I have heard of the poetry "culture" but never seen it first hand. I was at a friend's house for a Sunday afternoon get together when she announced that some of the poets, her friends, were going to grace us with their words. Always interested in any art form, I sat up in my chair with my ears perked up, ready for the women to stand up and speak their truths.

As each woman spoke, I was engrossed by each inflection, tone and pitch of her voice. I could tell that even the body movements were choreographed ever so slightly, not to be pompous, but to add more feeling to what she was saying. I was motionless as she stood there, in front of a small family of other women, orally painting a beautiful landscape with her words.

Each woman told her story so eloquently that I felt honored to be in her presence. It was enlightening, but even more empowering to be surrounded by such women of substance. Their stories were so different than anything I have ever gone through, yet I found a way to relate to something each one of them said.

As a writer myself, lesson number one is to write about what you know, the experiences you've had, in order to connect with your audience. Plain and simple. I have a new found respect for this art form, and the people who create it. I have found a new friend in poetry, and I look forward to the day when we can hang out again.

My cowboy Clay!

2010-04-21T09:42:00.001-07:00

(RIP - 4/21/2006)

Four years ago today, my friend Clay was killed fighting in Afghanistan. My heart is heavy because I miss him so much.

Even though he was in the middle of a war, he would call me, and tell me the most stupid joke he had heard that day. And….if he couldn’t call, he would make sure to email it to me! He always found a way to laugh, and especially a way to make me laugh!

Clay was the only one in this world to call me “Jennifers”. With an “s”. Really? Yup, that was Clay! But, I liked it. That was his way of being different from anyone else, and for making me feel special.

He would write me, almost daily, about his missions in Afghanistan. He had an amazing way of painting a picture with his words. He would send me the most beautiful pictures of the country and some of the local kids. I told him that he should become a writer when he retired from the military, which he considered for a hot second.

I am so fortunate to have had Clay in my life for the amount of time I did. It’s amazing how even though we were thousands of miles apart, we had a bond that defined our friendship. We truly supported each other (as evidenced in the Red Sox cap he’s wearing), and loved each other. He is my hero, and my angel.

He may be gone from this earth, but he is forever in my heart.

Let Go and Let God

2010-04-19T07:00:00.000-07:00

As children bring their broken toys
with tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God
because he was my friend.
But then, instead of leaving Him
in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help,
with ways that were my own.
At last, I snatched them back and cried,
"How can you be so slow?"
"My child," He said,
"What could I do?"
"You never did let go."

A beautiful reminder of who's in charge.....EVERY DAY!

Just another day.

2010-02-17T13:30:00.001-08:00

Starbucks is always a great place to people watch. Much like Disneyland, there's people of all ages that will amuse you as you sit in the corner all alone.

Yesterday, I was getting situated at the coffee house, opening my computer, getting my notebooks out, when an elderly gentleman came up to me and asked me if I was "hiring".

I said, "Why, are you looking for a job?'
"Why, yes I am." he said
"No, I don't work here." I said with a smile
"What are you doing then?" he said
"I'm just doing some work, getting things done." I said
"What do you do?" he asked

Now, I'm feeling like this is 20 questions!

"I'm a writer." I answered
"You work for someone else, or yourself?" he asked
"Both" I said. "Why do you need a job? Do you need it for here (tapping on my forehead), or do you need it to survive?"
"I love to make money, that's all" , he said. "Isn't making money wonderful?"
"Yes it is" I said. "What have you done in the past?"
"I used to sell cemetery plots." he said smiling.
"Very cool", I said.
"She doesn't want me to work." he said, pointing at his wife.
"I see", I said
"Well, it's been a pleasure talking to you" he said, as he began to head to the door.

As I've gotten older, I have appreciated my elders even more. The "Been there, done that" mantra really rings true. This man truly made my day, and I sure hope I have his lust for living when I reach his age!

I Write Because I Must

2010-02-14T21:58:00.000-08:00

That is one of my favorite sayings ever! It's one of the few gifts that I feel I have been blessed with. I've always had a knack for crafting words onto paper. At times it is easier for me to say what I need to say by writing it down. I can paint a picture with my pen, and hold your attention with my descriptive words. Whether it's journaling, blogging, writing poems or stories, writing has never let me down. It is my saving grace.

Dreaming it all up again

2010-02-01T18:53:00.000-08:00

After declaring that this is "MY YEAR", things have already changed. Decisions that were made have been questioned, and wondering what the future holds is quite daunting. It's been challenging to relax and to let the positive energy flow.

I've been in this situation before, and I find that I've got to dig deep to manifest the things I want in my life. It's time for a plan, an outline, a vision board to make my dreams a reality. It's time to be strong.....in faith and commitment. It's time to focus on what the plan is for me! I know I have the power to make things happen. I need to tap into that power and "just do it."

My dreams can become a reality. The universe is putting everything in place to make it happen. I'm nervous, scared and yet excited to see all of this manifest.

Wish me luck!

2010 = The Year of Love

2010-01-10T20:41:00.001-08:00

That's right folks! 2010 is a new year, a new decade, and I'm saying that this year is all about love. Self-love, loving family & friends, and just being in a great place in my life where I'm happy everyday. We all need love. You are love, I am love, and once we truly believe that from the soul, you will be aware of the love all around you!

Bring It 2010!!

2010-01-01T21:18:00.000-08:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR! I feel it in my bones that this year is going to be great!

My friend Teresa invited me to Manhattan Beach to celebrate the New Year. She was house sitting for her aunt, and the house was about 1 /2 block from the beach. Interesting thing that for a few days prior, I had been thinking about where I REALLY wanted to spend New Year's, and I was checking beach hotels online!

I got down there and found the perfect parking spot. Parking is hard to find in a beach community, so this was awesome (sign #1)! The moon was at it's fullest and brightest. I have a "thing" for the moon (sign #2). After the midnight toast, my friend and I walked along the boardwalk back to the house. Along the way, I found a penny, head side up (sign #3), and a nickel.

This morning I arose to the crashing waves on the beach, the sun shining, and fresh salt-sea air. I decided to go for a walk along the beach to start the new year. I stopped at the lifeguard tower to sit and watch the surfers. Soon after, the lifeguard came to open his tower. We exchanged "Happy New Year", and I found a spot down the beach where I could reflect and meditate in solitude.

What an amazing way to start 2010. All those "signs" happening last night made me feel like anything is possible. The best is yet to come, and the universe is setting it up to make it happen. I'm ready......

Thalia "Primera Fila"

2009-12-04T09:48:00.000-08:00

Another dream came true this past Tuesday. Thalia's cd & dvd were released, and I received my first credit! I think I bypassed cloud 9 and went straight to cloud 20.

When I worked on the cd back in July of this year, the producer Aureo Baquiero said that he would give me a credit. I wanted to believe him with every fiber of my soul, but I wasn't going to get my hopes up until I actually saw it.

I purchased the cd & dvd at Target and sat in my car. I said, "Well, here goes nothing." I immediately went to the back page where the thank you's and credits are, and saw my title and name. OH MY GOSH! I screamed for joy! Thank goodness my windows were rolled up, because I'm sure I looked "muy loca".

I am so lucky and blessed to do what I do. Back when I was a young girl... transcribing songs from my mono tape recorder, performing in choir, school plays, playing the french horn and violin, going to the movies as MUCH as I could.....did I ever think my life would be like this. To have met the people I have met, to work on such shows as The Academy Awards, American Idol, and to work along such fabulous artists is truly AMAZING.

Rhymes with?

2009-12-04T09:38:00.000-08:00

As Thanksgiving approached I started receiving emails from the other Miss Universe supervisors wishing me happy holidays. I decided to do something original and special and created a poem listing everyone's name along with an attribute. I haven't written anything like this in a long time, so needless to say it was a lot of fun and I got rave reviews from the ladies!

My incredible and fearless leader Roselie
always had my back,
And with the amazing Edie by her side
The “Uni” train ran smooth and stayed on track.

Shelley has such a sweet laugh
that I could hear a mile away,
And Yvette’s smile could lighten up
even the Grinch’s tree on Christmas Day.

Soad and Amal = sisters like no other
they accepted me like I was
their daughter from another mother.

Marie’s sense of humor I know I’ll never forget
passing out penis mints on the very first day we met!

I could count on Letha for a laugh
or a genuine heart to heart,
And Pranome with her infectious smile
won me over from the very start.

Melba has a wonderful southern charm
with a deadpan sense of humor,
Larisa, the stylish Russian “newbie”
man…she could even rock the outdated bloomer.
(boy, “humor” is a hard word to rhyme)

I envy Lupita’s luscious hair
and contagious sense of fun,
But seeing loveable Karen E.’s tan everyday
gave new meaning to “basking in the sun”. (sooo jealous)

Tiffany’s heartfelt grin and intelligent wit
brightened up my day,
Yet I could depend on Heide’s graciousness and
para que me ayude en español if I ever lost my way.

Agelika, so organized, and poised
she IS as her name declares,
Londa, Karen K., and Dr. Uy always came to the rescue
Cuz they’re our medical team so extraordinaire!!

Nancy is so approachable and kind
there really is no doubt,
June….you made me laugh so hard
open mic night is on Wednesday if your other career doesn’t work out!

Martha is so kind and helpful
in oh so many ways,
Was it POSSIBLE for Patti to have any more fun
in such a short amount of days?

Mary Lu truly has a heart of gold
that’s very plain to see,
And with Vanna’s warmth and insight
she inspired me to be the best that I could be.

Last but NOT least is Marta,
a connection from the start,
her laughter and her thoughtfulness
really touched my heart.

Me, well I’m Jennie
and I’m your dutiful scribe,
you’ve all made an obvious impression
that I hope I’ve been able to describe.

Although we are spread out across the globe
My memories of you all are fond,
I’m sending out the best of wishes
this Holiday season and beyond!

The Wall Came Tumbling

2009-11-09T10:01:00.000-08:00

Twenty years ago today.....November 9, 1989 to be exact was an important day not only in world history, but for my family as well. The Berlin Wall came down, and it was a celebration like no other! I still have deep feelings about the communism of the Eastern Block countries and how it affected my relatives. Some may think communism is good, but I beg to differ.

My father is 100% Hungarian, which makes me 50%. My grandmother grew up in Budapest, but I also have family in Transylvania, Romania and other parts of that country. I had relatives that escaped from Hungary during the 1956 revolution, and came to the USA. In 1989, my 2nd cousin came to stay with us for a couple of weeks. She had never been out of Romania. The stories she told of us of the oppression in her country were horrific. I couldn't relate, because I have freedom.

A few days before she was set to leave, she told my grandmother that she wanted to defect, and would she help her. My grandmother reminded her of everything she would be giving up. She had 2 small children and a husband back in Romania, and she'd never see them again. Was that worth it? Reluctantly, my cousin went back home. Two weeks later, I was overjoyed when the symbol of eastern communism fell to the ground. It was the beginning of freedom for many people's lives. It spread like wildfire across eastern Europe. A day that will never be forgotten.

Halloween tomfoolery!

2009-10-31T20:31:00.001-07:00

Happy Halloween!!

A few awesome memories......

!. When I was a kid, we didn't go into all the other neighborhoods to trick or treat. Our parents didn't take us either (It was a different world then). We had to stay in our neighborhood, so that was very limiting in the amount of candy we could get. BOO!
So, me and my friends devised a plan where we would hit the hood twice. We would go out early in the evening, then a few hours later, we would change into costume number 2, and hit it again. SCORE! In hindsight, I wonder if the adults knew we were doing this.

2. After a fun filled night of trick or treating, laying all the candy out on the table, and sorting it into categories for trading. Good stuff, bad stuff, possibly tampered with stuff, and stuff you wouldn't feed to the dog! Me and my brother would then pow-wow, like we were at the local bizarre...wheeling and dealing for the candy we liked.

3. This day is one of my favorite days, because it allows you to be someone else for the day.....and without being judged. Except by ME! One of my favorite things to do was to pass out the candy to the trick or treaters. I would always buy 2 kinds of candy. The first would be the good stuff = chocolate!! The second would be the bad stuff = Smarties, Brach's candy or something else that sucked.

When the kids would come to the door, I would decide what candy they were worthy of. I never told them this, it was just a little game I played by myself. It made things fun. Of course, all the little kids got the good candy. But, if a teenager came, and it looked like he just threw on his football uniform......he got the sucky candy! No effort = sucky candy! Simple. I had a blast! I especially loved the kids reactions when they got something they really liked.

4. One of the best costumes I EVER saw was at a party I went to. This couple came as a "plug" and an "outlet". He was the "plug" and she was the "outlet / receptacle". They were made out of cardboard boxes, and covered in tin foil. I asked them if they "fit", and sure enough, the guy scoots to the girl, and ......you know the rest!!

Good times!!

Hangin' em up!

2009-10-20T20:58:00.000-07:00

Today was an emotional day. As I was cleaning out my office, I found my soccer bag. I still have all my gear, all with the hopes of returning to play in the glorious game of football ("soccer" for all us yanks). I miss the game terribly. I loved it more than my track & field days of high school and college. More than my cross country running, and playing volleyball. I had a great time....and today I realized that my chances of playing again are slim to nil.

I discovered soccer when my older daughter began playing when she was 5 years old. I always liked running, and watching those kids run around on a field peaked my interest. Just as luck would have it, another mother on the team told me that she plays in a women's only adult soccer league, and wondered if I would be interested in trying it. There was a new league in the city, and there was a recreational division and competitive division. She told me not to worry. A lot of the women were new and weren't all that good. It sounded perfect for me!

Next thing you know, I'm out buying all my gear, and watching every soccer game I could catch on tv. Telemundo had all the great games. It didn't matter that I couldn't understand the announcers, I learned the game by watching. My first team definitely had it's ups and downs. We played one game against a team from the competitive division. They had a girl on their team who was the college, division 2 player of the year a few years prior. We were so bad, or they were so good depending on how you look at it, that their goalie was playing the whole game at midfield. At one point she even went to the sideline during the game and had a mini water break!

But as time went on, we got better. My teammates always called me "Cote" (pronounced Cody), because there was another woman named "Jenny". There was one time that my teammate was surprised when I told her my first name WASN'T Cote. I said, "Who would name their daughter Cote?" Too funny.

So many crazy stories come to mind when I think of my playing days. One in particular stands out. The other team I was playing against had the current mayor of Chino Hills. She had a reputation for faking a dive in order to draw a penalty. Well, the whole game we had been playing very aggressively. On one play, we were shoulder to shoulder, fighting for possession. She decided to hit the dirt. When she did, she looked up and said, "You B*TCH!" Luckily, this potty mouth mayor didn't know that standing right behind her was the referee. Out came the red card! Bye, bye Ms. Mayor. Guess you gotta sit out the rest of the game....AND the next one too. More shocking was the fact that a lot of her teammates were embarrassed by her behavior and came up to me and apologized. WOW!!!

Surprisingly, it took me almost 3 years to get my first goal. Oh, what a feeling that was! That's right up there with having my children, meeting Bono, and working on the Academy Awards. What was interesting was how I would go through dry spells, going "goal-less", and other times where I was en fuego!

At one point during my soccer days, I was playing up to 4 games a week. Sundays were double headers. I barely ate on Sunday, cuz if I did, I would up-chuck. It was hard to run with food in my tummy. All I could think about was soccer. I couldn't get enough. I was a complete student of the game. When my younger daughter was old enough, I began to coach her teams. It brought so much joy into my life. I even went to Manchester, England back in 2003 JUST to see David Beckham, in his glory. There is nothing like seeing english football being played by the best in the world!

Maybe it's not really time to hang them up. Maybe I can just "tuck" them away. My Addidas boots, socks, shin guards and soccer ball can't be thrown out. Maybe a miracle will happen, and I'll get one more taste of glory!

A New Book

2009-10-05T23:24:00.000-07:00

I picked up a new book today called, "Why Men Marry Bitches." This was highly recommended by a friend. I'm almost done with chapter one. Hopefully this will clarify some things for me. One thing I still don't understand are all the games men and women play with each other. Has there always been games between men and women? Why can't 2 people like each other without playing games. Shouldn't love be easy? There's so many books on this topic, and it makes me awfully confused.

It's a God Thing!

2009-08-30T17:29:00.000-07:00

Just coming off almost a month of working on the Miss Universe Pageant in the Bahamas, made me contemplate what truly constitutes beauty. Being around 83 of the most beautiful young women didn't really give me an identity crisis, but it made me more aware of things. For one.....I have a few extra years on them, which brings life experience, and knowing what I want in a relationship. For me, the attraction in a man encompasses many things.....laughter, strength, intelligence, and how he treats a woman.

I have decided to never settle again for a man / relationship that doesn't meet my needs. I think that because of this, the pickings have been very slim. The men that I am usually interested in are either already in a relationship, or they don't want to invest themselves in a new relationship because they are happy where they are in their lives. Ex wife, a good career, semi-grown kids, hangin' with the buddies, toys in the garage or at the lake. Why upset THAT apple cart?

Today I had a lengthy conversation with my friend who was telling me how beautiful I am. I haven't had those "feelings" toward myself for a long time. A few failed relationships, and unrequited feelings for someone made me feel like there's something wrong with me, that I'm not deserving of love. I have never given up hope for a beautiful man / relationship to enhance my life. I have prayed relentlessly about this. I've asked God to heal my wounds, and to make me whole again. I prayed about it today, after my conversation with my friend. I prayed so hard, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I decided that I needed a change of scenery. I showered, put my music on full blast, and started to curl my hair. I put some make up on, and a cute summery top with shorts. I FELT ...cute! I looked in the mirror, smiled, and told myself how beautiful I am. Deep down......I really liked ME!

I headed over to Target to pick up a few things. As I walked in the door, this very handsome man crossed in front of me and looked right into my eyes. He said, "Hello, how are you?"
I smiled and said, "Hello......fine thanks."
I took a few more steps with my cart when he came back over to me and said, "Excuse me.....but you are really beautiful."
I was surprised, but again smiled and said, "Thank you."
He said, "I really mean that as a compliment.....WOW."
Once again, smiling I said, "Thank you....."

I made my way down the nearest empty aisle. I stopped, looked up to the ceiling and said, "Thank you God. You spoke to me loud and clear." I had the best feeling like I've never known. HE grabbed my attention, and HE knew that I needed that from HIM. I have since decided, that I am going to work on loving that beauty inside of me. I'm going to work on the physical side also, but truly loving who I am will bring me closer to having the RIGHT man in my life.

Alison

2009-05-14T11:15:00.001-07:00

Today is Alison’s birthday. It took 17 hours of labor to bring her into this world. Being that it was Mother’s Day that year (and my due date), I partied like a rock star. Unbeknownst to me, I had NO IDEA I was in labor, until the contractions came closer, and with a vengeance. Suddenly this didn’t feel like indigestion from all the pizza I ate that day!

Let me tell you about Alison. As music was a bond between my dad and me, I knew it was going to be very special between us also. It had to! Because it all started with her name!

Anyone who knows me knows the importance of the group U2. One day, I was reading a book about them and came across Bono’s wife’s name. I had already picked a boys name, but was stuck on finding the right girls name. Her name was Alison, or Ali for short. What a perfect name! And I was going to spell it with the one “L” just like her, and to make it a little different! Besides, this would always be a great story to tell about how she was named.

Now, I always have music playing in my home or car! Ali had come to love music almost as much as me. She picked up language at a very early age, so singing followed quickly. I would be driving, Ali in her booster seat next to me singing along to “Mysterious Ways” (by U2 of course). But she would pronounce it “Way-eeeeez”. Another time, she asked me to put on Radio Disney. That’s where I had to draw the line!

“Mommy” says Ali. “Can you turn it to Radio Disney?”
I say, “I’m sorry Ali. Mommy’s radio doesn’t get that station. It only works in daddy’s car.”

I know, I know! It’s a little kooky, but I had to maintain some sanity on those long car rides!

I remember one hot summer night; Ali was about 4 years old. We had all the windows open in the house, and we were dancing and singing like fools! One song that was her favorite “Love Shack” by the B-52’s was playing. She would light up like a Christmas tree when that came on. She starts bopping around the living room, only singing the lyrics “love SHACK, baby love SHACK” and “bang, bang, bang on the door BABY”!! She’d emphasize the “shack” and “baby”. Too funny!

Fast forward to her first “real” concert at the age of 15. I took her to see Green Day. We totally rocked the place! The energy of the crowd AND the band was amazing! We had the best time ever! It was definitely a mother / daughter bonding moment!

Ali is special is so many other ways as well. She is smart, responsible, caring, and just like her sister… a typical stubborn Taurus! Hopefully the musical bond that we share will be there forever.

Happy Birthday Alison Nicole! I’m so glad you’re mine!!

Madeline

2009-05-07T14:18:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, May 6th was Maddie's birthday. I believe that a mother never forgets giving birth to her child. I remember it like it was yesterday. She weighed 8 pounds, 15 ounces and I felt every single bit of her! I should have known then that she was going to be a "tough cookie". And because of her birthday, I went through the Rolodex of my mind, thinking about all the special times . There's one that I enjoy sharing, because it makes me belly laugh!

When Maddie was 4 years old, she went to a Christian pre-school, while I worked full time. One day, her teacher told me the funniest thing. When Maddie prays before having lunch, she ends it with "Hay-man" instead of "Amen". I thought that couldn't be right. Maybe her teacher misunderstood what she said.

So on the way home from work that night, I asked Maddie,

"When you say your blessing before you have lunch, what do you say at the end?"

Maddie says, "Hay man".

I say, "Are you SURE that's what it is?"

Now agitated, Maddie says, "Yes mommy, it's HAY MAN".

I giggled all the way home, and I think that was the day I realized how funny Maddie was. She has such a beauty about her, a sensitivity to people, animals, and nature that amazes me. A typical Taurus stubborn streak, and a tough exterior with all "mush" inside.

Happy Birthday Madeline Noel. I'm so glad you're mine!

Go, Baby, Go!

2009-04-19T13:06:00.000-07:00

Every Friday at the Santa Anita racetrack it’s free admission, $1.00 beer, hot dogs, and soda. It’s the perfect entertainment VALUE for folks who are gambling addicts, unemployed, or have nothing else better to do on a Friday afternoon….which is why I met up with some friends there a few days ago.

It was quite simply, one of the most gorgeous days, with the mountains in the background, and beautiful horses all around.

Let me just say that I’m not a huge fan of gambling. I have worked many times in Las Vegas and not so much as dropped a nickel in a machine. I’m not against gambling; it’s just that I would rather spend my money wisely. Well, this day was a different story.

I got to the park, and as I waited for my friends to arrive, I hung out at the paddocks and watched the horses being paraded around. There was one horse that caught my eye…”Win, Allison, Win”. She was mighty pretty. She was horse number 7, which is a lucky number! Besides, she had the best name in the whole world….the same as my daughter! But, I noticed in the racing guide that she hadn’t done anything in her last 3 starts.

Should I do it? Awww, what the heck. Go for it!

I called my daughter, left her a message on her voicemail about how I was gonna bet on this horse, and that I would call her after the race to tell her the results.

It was almost post time, so I hustled up to the cashier’s window, and wouldn’t you know it. The guy in front of me kept changing his mind, literally taking him 5 minutes to figure out his bet. I’m standing there, sighing, rolling my eyes, muttering under my breath “HURRY UP” because I’m not going to get my bet in.

Finally he’s done. I approach the cashier. He’s a nice looking, grandfatherly type man.
I say, “Santa Anita, race number 1, horse number 7, five dollars to win, place or show.”
The cashier says, “Win something……would ya?”
I smiled and answered, “I’ll try”.

As I’m running outside to the track, I hear the announcer say, in that famous voice of his, “And………..away they go.”

My horse was running in the middle of the pack the whole way. I wasn’t sure how she was going to do. I found myself cheering, yelling “C’mon Allison, c’mon” and “Go number 7”. As she turned the corner, in the homestretch she started to break away. Oh my gosh…….could she possibly win?

By now, I’m jumping up and down, yelling and screaming, and when she crossed that finish line in first place I let out a loud “I WON!”

I made my way back to that same cashier…..the one who took my bet, and he says, “Did you win?”
I said, “Yup. Can you believe it? And it’s all because of YOU!”

I won a grand total of $15.00. You would have thought I won the California lottery! I was so excited. I called my daughter to tell her how the horse did, but I got her voicemail again. Soon after, she sent me a text that said, “Lucky horse!!!”

Life is too short

2009-04-09T10:16:00.000-07:00

I woke up this morning to some very upsetting news. Last night, a 22 year old rookie on the Los Angeles Angels baseball team was killed in a hit and run accident in Fullerton California. His name was Nick Adenhart. Police said that Adenhart and three other people were in a silver Mitsubishi that was struck shortly before 12:30 a.m. by a minivan that ran a red light and also hit another vehicle. The sports car struck a light pole, killing three people inside.

Adenhart had just pitched that night in Anaheim. He threw six scoreless innings in Wednesday night’s loss to Oakland in his fourth major-league start and first of the season. Being the #3 starter on the team, he definitely had a promising career ahead of him, but it was tragically cut short.

I know accidents like this happen all the time, but for some reason, this one really hit close to home. Maybe it's because of his age, maybe it's because the accident happened in my old neighborhood, or maybe it's because years ago 2 of my close friends were killed by a drunk driver. I can't quite put my finger on it.

What I do know is that this just proves once again that life is a precious gift. You or I DO NOT have a say in when we leave this earth. Make the most of everyday, tell the ones you love how much you care, and always be the best human being you can. Live life to the fullest, and enjoy each and every breath you take, because life can be gone in the blink of an eye!

I just called......

2009-03-27T11:33:00.000-07:00

In this age of Texting, IM-ing, Email, Blackberry, IPhone, MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, and yes…..blogging, I have to wonder “What ever happened to good ole phone conversations?”

Hearing someone’s voice is beautiful and very personal.

We have become a society of convenience, and that includes our relationships with friends and family. It’s easy to send a text message, or an IM if you don’t want to have an in-depth conversation with someone. But what’s lost in that translation is not being able to hear the inflections in the other person’s voice. When you read words, you are not able to detect if the other person is happy, sad, mean or nice, sarcastic or serious. The writer can mean one thing, and the reader can twist those words into something else.

Which means, relationships have become impersonal. All these mediums allow us to keep someone at “arm’s length”. We don’t have to worry about feelings, or investing too much of ourselves into a relationship / friendship if it’s not convenient. Translucent relationships are commonplace these days.

Gone are the days of the front porch, or the days when neighbors looked out for one another. There used to be a time when you could give your neighbor a friendly wave, but now they are closing their garage door BEFORE turning off their car ignition.

Yes……I do text, IM, Email, Blackberry, MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, and Blog. Not trying to be hypocritical here, but I do have to be flexible, stay current, and connected. I STILL send cards in the mail just because I think it will make someone’s day. I have to admit I still have my favorite means of communication…..and that’s an old fashioned phone call.

Other than seeing someone face-to-face, nothing beats hearing a friend or a loved one’s voice!!

What goes around comes around!

2009-03-15T11:05:00.000-07:00

Last Saturday Maddie and I were trying to figure out something inexpensive to do We decided to drive over to Universal Citywalk, return a t-shirt to Hot Topic, window shop and people watch.

It was a beautiful Saturday, with not too many people to dodge at the Citywalk! After returning the t-shirt, we decided to sit and watch a saxophone player do his thing in the courtyard. This guy looked pretty ragged. Maybe he hadn’t eaten in awhile, or missed some comforts that we tend to take for granted. But boy could he play! Even Maddie commented how good he was (and that was HUGE coming from a 13 year old, Lady Gaga fan)!

After about 15 minutes of watching him play, it was time to go and I told Maddie to put $5.00 in his tip jar. Hey! I appreciate good musicianship…weather at the Walt Disney Concert Hall, or the courtyard at Universal Citywalk. We continued our window gawking until we decided to grab some food at the Daily Grill. Now, this isn’t exactly a “cheap” place. But, I was craving their famous potpie, and I figured I’d splurge this one time!

Now, Maddie just had her four wisdom teeth out, and she was still on the mend. She could still only eat soft food, so she decided on the mac & cheese. When the waiter was taking our order, she said that she wanted to order from the kid’s menu because it was cheaper. Maddie pointed out to him that she wasn’t 12 years old, and would that be ok. The waiter was so cool! He said that it wasn’t a big deal. He mentioned that along with the mac & cheese, her drink would be free, and she gets an ice cream sandwich for dessert!! A WAY better deal than ordering off the main menu. I, of course, ordered the chicken potpie!

I paid the check, and got to thinking about the tip. I thought that the waiter was outstanding, and in the long run, by letting Maddie order off the kid’s menu, he was saving us money. I wanted to put that money in his pocket…..so I tipped him $10.00. I have NEVER tipped over 20%, and that was coming out to about a 40% tip.
Maddie said, “Gee, for someone who said she’s penny pinching these days, you sure are being generous!” I told her, “Well, I believe he deserved it, and besides, I also believe that it all comes back around.”

This was turning out to be an expensive day!

Later in the week, I was going through my pay stubs from 2008, when I noticed I had an uncashed paycheck from October. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I kept looking at it like it had to be a mistake. I must have had confused it with my direct deposit receipt.

Granted, even though I worked for this paycheck, it still felt like a gift. It was like finding money in your jacket. More than anything, I really felt like this was God’s doing! HE was showing me that what I did by giving that money away at Citywalk, was the right thing to do. Proof ...it came back around.

Follow the Yellow Brick Road

2009-01-22T17:42:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year! I know….I’m only 21 days late. But, WOW have things been exciting these last 6 weeks or so!

First off, back in December I accomplished one of my goals by working on a Rose Parade float. I have been watching the Rose Parade since I was a kid and I was always intrigued by how they created the floats.

When I got to the pavilion, I had to wait in line with a bunch of other folks, to work my 8 hour shift. My crew chief “Terry”,a real nice lady, asked if any of us were “detail oriented” and didn’t mind doing “tedious” things. Without knowing, I dropped my head, raised my hand and by channeling the voice of Eeyore I said, “That would be me.”

Happily, I was led to the “Wizard of Oz” float. All the other folks got stuck cutting flowers. Neener Neener! I was paired up with another lady, and our job was to cut out, glue and paste the roofs on 2 of the Munchkin houses. There were 4 total, and 2 of them were already done.

My partner was busy cutting the palm frawns for the thatch-looking roof, while I was busy squeezing myself into the nooks & crannies of the float. There are quite a few people working on the float at the same time, so you are constantly maneuvering around them. The glue that was used is extremely sticky……for obvious reasons. I would brush the glue on, attach the palm, then I’d hold it there until it was set.

Even though this was a volunteer position, they fed us lunch! Hot dog, chips and a soda! Does it get any better than that? So, here I was, in line to get my food and I couldn’t get the bloody glue and palms off my hands. I looked like something out of a horror movie. They were so gross. I shrugged my shoulders, figured there was nothing I could do, and just ate my food.

After I completed the thatch roof, I moved onto the other Munchkin roof. That one was made of straw flower, and light brown fennel seed. That was easier to put on because all I had to do was brush on the glue, throw the stuff on the glue, and catch the loose remnants.

There was one point when I was so into what I was doing, that I looked at my partner and said, “This is so me!” I knew that my houses were on the “camera side” of the float. Because I work in tv, I especially wanted it to be perfect. I really enjoyed being a part of something that the whole world was going to see.

At the end of the day, Terry asked me if there was any way I could come and work for more days. I told her that I couldn’t, but I would plan on it for next year.

On New Year’s morning, my friend Tanya and I mosied up to Colorado Blvd to watch the parade. I had to wait until almost the end of the parade to see my float, and MAN was it worth it. I was so proud of my 2 Munchkin house roofs!

On Top of Mt. Baldy.....

2008-11-17T11:45:00.000-08:00

I recently became uber adventurous and went hiking up Mt. Baldy. I originally signed up for the 3 mile hike, thinking that this was going to be a “no brainer” kind of hike. I had been training on the “flat lands” of Pasadena, getting all the glitches out of my knees, and building up my endurance. I was really looking forward to going on this hike! Nature, wilderness, clean air, and the company of friends.

As soon as we got out of the car, it was ALL uphill. Now, I know that mountains tend to be “uphill”, but there are usually spots that level off. The girl who organized this hike kept saying “I promise, it gets easier, and it does level off”. I’m thinking, “where, at the TOP of the mountain?”

I was feeling pretty good, and I’m definitely not a “rookie” at this hiking business. But, this trail was all rocks. Very little dirt. At one point, the trail was only about 3 feet wide, and it was on a cliff. Oh man, I was so nervous. On one side there was the hill, and the other side was the long dirt slide down to death. I faced my fear, took a deep breath and pressed forward.

About 1 mile into the hike, we all stopped, ate lunch, and rested for a minute. I finally reached the 1.5 mile marker when I told my friend that I wasn’t going to continue on to do the 3 miler. The thin air, the rock trail, and no switchbacks sealed my fate.

I was strolling down the hill, focusing on my steps…….looking down at my feet and all the rocks that I’ve got to step on when my friend said, “There’s llamas.” I said, “Who, Lorenzo”? She said, “NO…..there’s LLAMAS”. I looked up and sure enough…..there were alpacas (they kind of look like llamas).

A couple of guys were coming up the hill, and I presume they were looking for their camp spot. The alpacas were being used like pack mules. Those are some of the goofiest animals I have ever seen. That was worth the price of admission right there!!

After taking pictures, and slipping and sliding down the mountain, I finally made it back to the car. I had no regrets on that hike, but I think I’ll be sticking to the “flatlands” of Pasadena for a while!

An angel among us

2008-09-30T16:10:00.000-07:00

Before I got into the television business, I worked at a foster care agency named "Serenity Infant Care Homes". I worked there for 5 years in a variety of positions, but mainly as the certification specialist.

Serenity was founded by three incredible women......Jennifer, Linda and Sharon. I had known Jennifer and Sharon from playing on the same team in an "old ladies" soccer league. I had started to volunteer there, which then turned into a part time job. Serenity is truly a "family" oriented business. The employees are very close knit, and most of them have been there for a long time.

Sharon and her family became very friendly with mine. Our kids are pretty close in age. I even consider her kids to be like my own....and vice versa. I could trust them completely with anything that had to do with my kids. When I worked at Serenity, her kids would "camp out" in my office after school. We'd talk about everything under the sun. Those were the good ole days!

Sharon could laugh very easily. I liked that in her, so I took every opportunity I could to make her laugh. AND...she was good at laughing at herself. Needless to say....I could push THAT button.

Sharon was the one who I could go to with all my problems. When I was beginning to be a "Christ Follower" she was my role model. To this day, I have always felt that she was the most God fearing and religious woman I have ever known. I looked up to her for my spiritual needs. If I was having a rough day, I would ask her for a quick prayer, and she would ALWAYS accommodate me. Even if it was over the phone, she would always be there. I could count on her through thick and thin.

This past Saturday, Sharon passed away. Only four months ago she was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. I can't imagine how she felt when she was given her death sentence by the doctor. I know that her faith kept her alive for as long as it did. I was able to see Sharon a few months ago at her home, when she graciously let me come by for a quick visit.

It was difficult to see her so week. I tried so hard to make her laugh. I told her about when I fell down and cut my head open (I know it's not REALLY funny.....but I was putting a comedic "what a dork I was" spin to it). She didn't laugh, but she grinned! I knew it would be the last time I saw her. Every week after that visit, I sent her a card. Of course......funny cards. I knew that she had a lot of "physical" support from her family, and I didn't want to inundate her with phone calls....so the next best thing was sending my thoughts and prayers through the mail. I was told that all of my cards were displayed on the mantle, which so pleased me.

I can't deny that I have questioned why this woman was taken back to the Lord so early. I've wondered why he needed her up there when there was so much more to be done down here. She was so close to her daughters, but I know that in her own way
she prepared them for last Saturday. As with everything else in life, I knew I had to put my TRUST in God. He knows what he's doing, and although I will miss Sharon tremendously.....I was such a better human being for knowing her. She touched so many lives and dedicated herself to God, family, and children in need.

Heaven has gained another angel.......my friend Sharon.

My friend Dorian

2008-09-07T16:22:00.000-07:00

Last night he had a gig where he showcased his new CD. Now, I have known Dorian for quite a few years, and this was the first time I have seen him OUT FRONT performing. He is amazing! If you are searching for some 'REAL' music, with real instruments, lyrics that you can understand and mean something.....you have to check out Dorian's new CD "Independent Film" .

Visit his website.....it's www.dorianholley.com

Peace!

Love......

2008-09-07T15:39:00.000-07:00

Just the other day I was discussing my blog with this girl I know. She asked me why I don't write about her. It would be sooo easy to do so with all the drama that's going on in her life, but I feel that it's just WRONG to write about someone who I could embarrass, or humiliate. Granted this girl is young, and has a lot to learn about life.....but she truly got me thinking about some things.

I believe in love. I believe that we all deserve and WANT love. Why is it so easy for some to get it, and hard for others? I know a woman who can go from relationship to relationship and not bat an eye. All she has to do is play the "helpless" female role, and a man will come running. But a woman who is strong, independent, intelligent, funny, and beautiful in her own right.....tends to be bypassed.

I believe that love can "be the answer" and sometimes love "isn't enough". But I also believe that if you work at love, it can lead you to a higher place. Love is precious, and for those who find their "true love", hold it tight and near your heart because you are so blessed to have such a wonderful gift. Feed it, nurture it, and watch it grow!

Love can take many forms. Like the song on the radio, fresh cut grass, a California sunset, or the smell of a baby (the "baby smell"), love is powerful.

I believe in love. It's never too late........

I'm In Love!

2008-08-09T23:28:00.000-07:00

I have been denying a relationship in my life for a long time. I have not discussed it with anyone, probably because it’s such a personal thing. I’ve decided to come out of the closet and tell the world that I am in love. Yes, it’s true. I am in love……with shoes.

My love affair began when I was a young girl. I looked forward to the last two weeks of summer before school started because my mom would take me clothes shopping. We didn’t have a lot of money, but I was always able to get that ONE pair of black, patent leather shoes.

My mom would tell me that I couldn’t wear them until my first day of school, which was pure torture. I loved my shoes, and I wanted to wear them so badly. Yet, she would let me wear them around the house, and only on the carpet. I wasn’t allowed to scuff the souls. Maybe it was a way to start the new school year off on the right foot!! I would keep my shoes in their box, and sometimes take them out to let them “breathe”.

As I got older, my affair became more intense. I couldn’t pass a shoe store without a quick look. I wouldn’t even give a pair the time of day if I didn’t feel anything. When I slide my foot into those leather pumps, I feel like Cinderella putting on her glass slippers.

Shoes make me feel different things. My high heels make me feel sexy.
I love having 2 ½ extra inches on my 5’8” frame! I like having my freshly painted toes peeking out of my open-toed wedges. Flip-flops make me feel like the beach rat of my youth, whereas boots mean I'm all about business or being adventurous like riding on the back of a motorcycle. When I decide my wardrobe in the morning, I often pick out the shoes I want to wear first, then coordinate my wardrobe around that!

Unlike an empty relationship, a miserable job, or a bean burrito, shoes never fail to satisfy and give me exactly what I need. I love my shoes, and I KNOW they love me!

Music Geek Alert!

2008-07-12T22:45:00.001-07:00

I'm such a geek. Admitting it to yourself is the first step to recovery, and here's why.......

I can remember the day, as if it were yesterday, when I fell in love with show tunes, musicals, and soundtracks.

I was in 6th grade, and I just finished a year playing the french horn. I only played at school, and my teacher didn’t urge me to listen to classical music or otherwise. The only thing playing in MY house was Rod Stewart, Marvin Gaye, The Rolling Stones and the like.

The summer of 7th grade, I spent some time at my grandparent’s house. I was snooping in their albums and came across “South Pacific” by Rodgers & Hammerstein. I couldn’t believe my ears! I loved hearing all of the different instruments, and imagined what it must be like to be there in person, watching and listening to the musicians play. I could hear instruments I’d never heard before. The sounds of the cello, oboe, clarinet, harp, tuba, trombone, bassoon, kettledrums, and my beloved french horn (the way it was meant to be played) changed my life!

From that day on, I devoured everything I could get my hands on. I watched any musical on TV, and would frequently go to the LA Music Center to feed my habit. I’ve seen every Rodgers & Hammerstein musical, to which I know all the lyrics! I’m also a huge fan of Jerome Kern, Duke Ellington, George & Ira Gershwin, Cole Porter, and Irving Berlin. I even became a fan of big band music. My step dad gave me an original box set of 45’s by Glen Miller. Yup, I still have ‘em. Nope……they ain’t for sale!

When I go to the movies, I HEAR the soundtrack. If it moves me I will go buy it. Freakishly, a month after seeing the movie “Rain Man”, I heard an instrumental song on the radio and thought to myself “I know that’s from a movie, and I picture people driving while it’s playing”. The station didn’t name the song. I heard it a few weeks later, and that time they did name it! Sure enough……”Rain Man”. It was the song that played as the brothers were driving to Las Vegas. I know, RIGHT?

Every album I bought, I examined it with a fine toothcomb, from cover to cover. I wanted to know who produced, engineered, wrote, recorded, and mixed the album. Who did the cover art, the liner notes, who did the artist “thank”. WHO DID WHAT. To this day, I still do that.

I have had a few “pinch me” moments in my few years working in the entertainment industry. The one that really stands out was when I worked on the 2006 Academy Awards. Bill Conti was the musical director, and of course I just had to see him in action. He wrote the score to “Rocky” for goodness sakes! I had the pleasure of being in the back of the orchestra pit for rehearsal, AND during the live broadcast. You literally had to peel me off the ceiling!

As I watched scenes from “The Natural” tonight, the soundtrack brought back these wonderful feelings. I remembered I why I love music so much. I turned off the TV, put the soundtrack in my stereo, and turned it up. I could hear the french horn. Oh, my beautiful french horn! The scene at the end of the movie where Roy Hobbs hits the light, it shatters and sparks are flying everywhere! “DA NA NA”. I closed my eyes, listened to all the instruments, and as one tear fell down my cheek, it made me realize how lucky and happy I truly am.

My FAVORITE television show

2008-07-02T09:43:00.000-07:00

Hello guys and gals! For those of you who don't know, I am NOT one to plunk myself in front of the "boob tube" for any serious length of time. I tend to flitter around, not consciously aware that the remote control is in my hand. I was channel surfing the other day when I landed on "ACE OF CAKES" on the Food Network.

This show is genius! The bakery, Charm City Cakes, is in Baltimore, Maryland and this group of friends make the most inspiring, artistic, and beautiful cakes I have ever seen. Duff Goldman, the owner and pictured above, has such an infectious personality that I want to jump through the tv and start a food fight with him. Mary Alice is the rational, witty, and cool office manager chic, and Geof, the other baker, has got THE MOST dry sense of humor. He is the perfect straight man for Duff!

You would never think there would be so much drama in a bakery, oh, but there is! Deadlines, fondant sliding off, cake emergencies, all set in this fun-filled atmosphere.....the show is addicting! It is so refreshing to watch a show that is pure entertainment, and to see people truly enjoying what they do.

The season premiere is July 17th, and my DV-R is already set. Check out their website, browse the photos of the cakes they've made.

The website is: www.charmcitycakes.com

It's art AND cake.....all in one!

Manners, Manners, Where for art thou?

2008-06-29T22:02:00.000-07:00

Friday night, my friend Leslie and I went to the Dodger vs. Angel game at Dodger Stadium.

We had purchased seats in the “family oriented” section, called the “Right field pavilion”. Our seats were in the first row, which we thought was going to be pretty darn awesome.

We got there early enough to see the Angels hit batting practice. About the middle of the 1st inning, four guys show up, and of course they have the seats next to us. The first guy says to us, “ Are you Angel fans?” We tell him that we are. I had told him, that I really wasn’t. I’m a tried and true Boston Red Sox fan!

From that moment on, it was all downhill. They were obnoxious, and I was embarrassed sitting next to them. They were so vulgar and inconsiderate of the kids sitting around us. Four letter words and racial slurs were flying like it was no big deal.

When did it become acceptable to disregard being a civil human being? I figured that all four of these derelicts must have been released from a mental institution. As he was leaving to get more beer, the “skinhead” dude stepped on my foot as well as Leslie’s. We figured he probably did it on purpose.

We were so utterly disgusted, that we complained to guest services, and they moved us to seats “inside” the park. By that time the damage was already done. Live and learn…..sometimes you get what you pay for (i.e. the cheap seats). I love baseball, and they really ruined a night I was looking forward to.

It's getting hot in here!

2008-06-26T08:23:00.000-07:00

OH MY! How I miss the beach! I just came back from the desert, and I thought I was gonna D-I-E! I know, I'm a wimp! Yeah, I'll have some cheese on my "Wimpy Burger". But you're talking to a native Californian. I grew up at the beach. I gained all my life's survival skills at the beach. All I needed was a match, scour the beach for driftwood, and I could make a kick-ass fire. Oh.....I miss the beach!

Hangin' with pops & stepmoms was pretty cool. My dad took me to the Agua Caliente casino one night. Now, I am the LAST person on earth whose into gambling. When I work in Las Vegas, I never even drop a nickel in a slot machine. I would rather spend my money on something more tangible. But, this time I figured.....WHY NOT? I was a girl scout, I earned my "Blackjack" badge at camp. I know how to count on my fingers!

I told my dad I wanted to take them out to dinner, and hopefully I could win some money to do just that. My winnings would determine where we would eat! It could have been anything from a drive through joint to a hoity-toity place.

I've always been a little intimidated by the table games. My dad sits right down at the blackjack table and gets his chips. I stand there and watch for a bit, trying to get the nerve to sit down and play. I want to sit next to him, but there was a guy virtually glued to the seat. So, I decide to hit a slot machine. A 5-cent slot machine no less. Those take your money so dang fast! I think I lost my $20 in 10 minutes. I thought that the entertainment value in this is too short!

So, I got something to drink and headed back to the blackjack table where my dad was, HOPING I could get a seat. A-HA.....there was. With my drink in hand, I take my seat, then my dad says,

"You are gonna lose that drink, get rid of it"
"But I just paid for it. Where can I put it?", I say
"Drink it.", my dad says
"You can put it right here on the table.", the dealer says

Right as he's dealing me my first hand......there goes the drink. All over the table and onto the lady next to me. Granted, I got the brunt of it. Is the earth off it's axis these days? Seems like everything around me, including myself, needs to feel the center of gravity! GEEZ!

I laughed it off, and I told the rest of the table..."Hey, stuff happens.....let's look at this as a blessing. My drink "blessed" the table, and our luck will improve". CRICKETS.......not even a chuckle.

WHO STARTS WINNING? Yup......you know it! I had two little piles going. The first one had my money that I put in, and the second one had my winnings. I'm not greedy. I just wanted enough for a nice dinner. I'm not looking to retire here. I decided to walk away from the table with $70 dollars in winnings. AND I played for about an hour. Not bad! After dropping the $20 on the slot machine, I netted $50 bucks. That's a great return on my money. I felt like a millionaire. HAHA......the rest of you suckers at the table didn't believe in the spilled drink method! LOSERS.....

The next morning, my dad is reading the paper, and tells me that there's a "Gambler's anonymous" group that I should consider going to. NICE.........

What I am.....

2008-06-15T22:20:00.000-07:00

I am a writer. I am a lyrist. I am a poet and a novelist. I am a frustrated musician. I have played a variety of instruments: french horn, flute, violin, keyboards, acoustic guitar, bass guitar, bongos, harmonica and the accordian. I can still remember my first musical experience like it was yesterday. I played the triangle when I was in kindergarten. When I was a kid, before there were lyrics on album sleeves, I would tape a song with my cassette recorder, put the headphones on, and transcribe the lyrics. It was important for me to know what they were talking about. That has come in really handy when I am breaking down music, or transcribing for a television show. It was a curse AND a blessing. Now when I hear a song for the first time, I pick it apart so I can hear the bass, drums, the horns, guitars, keyboards, percussion, the lead and background vocals. It takes me about 3-4 passes before I hear the song come together. Sometimes I feel that I hear things only dogs can hear. I am a singer. Harmonies are my speciality. LOVE THEM!

One of the lessons I learned in all of my english, literature, and journalism classes in school is to "write about what you know".
For as long as I can remember, I have been told that I need to be a "writer." I always aced my english classes, and could always b.s. my way through the essay portion of any test, even if I didn't know what I was talking about.....somehow it made sense! I was on every school paper - from elementary school to high school. Always the observer, commentator, interviewer, and writer. I lived to see my by-line. Now I see my words in my poetry, and my journal --private things.

I've never been one to be stuck for words. I feel that I can communicate better when I write. It's even better than speaking sometimes. I enjoy being quite and letting the ideas and words flow down from my brain, through my fingertips, and onto the keyboard of my computer.

I've decided to dig back into this creative side of me......and write about "what I know". From this day on, when someone asks me what I do, I will tell them, "I am also a writer".

Happy Birthday - Pt. 2

2008-06-09T10:13:00.000-07:00

First off, I just want to say a big "THANK YOU" to those people who came and helped me celebrate my birthday. We had so much fun! I couldn't ask for better friends!

My "Rock & Bowl" party was at "Pinz" in Studio City. That place has a great sound system, video screens, and of course bowling lanes & pins that light up! I ordered some personalized trophies to give a little incentive to the bowlers! There was: Best Gutter ball, Best Pick-Up, Best Granny Shot, Best Strike, Best Backwards Bowler, and of course Highest Score.

I was doing pretty good in my game until the very end. Michael, who threw something like 5 gutter balls in a row, beat me in the last two frames of the game. I think he did that on purpose! I think he had his eye on that trophy from the beginning, yet wanted to beat me in the process!

Kevin was looking like Earl Anthony, top spin and all! Leslie "trash talking" and challenging the other lanes to step up their games! Jin Ah, Risa, Tim, and Christina....hoopin' and hollerin', singing and laughing the whole time.

Christina brought THE most decadent chocolate cake. I told her that I "love me some chocolate"......but WHOAH! It was chocolate, upon chocolate, upon chocolate. It was the kind of cake that Willy Wonka would have made! Totally sinful and oh so yummy!

And of course, who could forget ending the party with Sharlotte singing me a lovely rendition of "Happy Birthday"......helium style! I got the video to prove it!

Had a blast......luv ya guys!

Happy Birthday - Pt. 1

2008-06-07T14:56:00.000-07:00

Yes, today is my birthday and I woke up feeling FABULOUS! New haircut, new clothes, new pedicure, and a party to go to tonight!

First phone call this morning was my mom. She mentioned to me that this is the only day in my life where the date is "6/7/08"...get it? 6,7,8 I can always count on her for the details. I don't think I ever would have thought of that!

Then, as I was making my lunch, I noticed a few disturbing things in my kitchen. Just a little reminder of how "physically old" I am. My cabinet is full of vitamins, Benefiber (you gotta know what that is), and a little dish next to the sink to remind me to take my vitamins. Then I started to think how much I was looking forward to taking a nap so I could be ready for my party.

Oh my gosh! When I was a teenager, I remember my best friend's mother putting HER vitamins out on the counter, and I thought "That is so weird. She's not a baby!".

Well, all of this is making me tired. Going to nap now.......hahahahahaha

Full report to follow in the morning!

Letting go

2008-06-05T10:12:00.000-07:00

It is one lesson that I work hard at......"letting go". I believe that in each one of us we have the power to create our own reality. By allowing the energy in, we attract things and people into our lives. Some are good, and some are not so good. Some stay for awhile, and some are short term.

I was just reminded, by looking at a keychain no less, to "Let Go". That term encompasses so many things, and it has taken me a while to understand it completely.

When someone has hurt you, let go of the pain. Release yourself, and let them go. When you have lost a love, let them go with love. It is one of the hardest things to do, but holding on to something that isn't there anymore can leave you stuck and empty, and won't allow you to move forward on your journey.

Let go of the past. It is only the trail that is left behind. Learn from your mistakes, and move forward. It's ok to have the memories, but don't dwell. Live in the moment.

Let go of trying to control everything in your life. Have Faith and you will receive Strength. Declare who you are with "I AM......" statements.

Life is full of the unexpected, uncertainty, instability and the unknown. Let go and allow yourself to receive abundance.

"Let go" and live life with love.

Good Things

2008-05-29T11:20:00.001-07:00

New places; new people; old friends; fresh starts; the ocean air; a full moon; Teenie Wahini licking my toes; Alison; Madeline; past and present teachers; architecture; tumpets, trombones, and saxophones; pedicures; baseball; SOCCER; a bubble bath; candles; sweet nothings; fresh cut grass; frozen yogurt; music; singing at the top of my lungs in my car; Starbucks; God; and love......

Re-connecting

2008-05-26T10:07:00.001-07:00

Some interesting things have been going on lately, and it makes me wonder "why".

First, my last grandparent.....my mother's mother passed away on May 5th. Although she lived in Texas, I was in pretty good communication with her. Being the 2nd oldest of her grandchildren, I was lucky to spend a lot of time with her. My cousin and his wife lived nearby, and checked in on her regularly. I am so grateful that he was there.

After she passed away, I went to Texas to help with things.....and of course meet up with my cousin and his family. I haven't seen him for probably 20 years.

Then.......yesterday, my friend Cindy and I decided to go to the Scottish Highland Games down at the Orange County Fairgrounds. I've been years ago, and it's always something different and fun to do! Big, beefy guys in kilts with accents = good times!

I was telling her that because we are of Scottish decent (Clan Munro), I heard through the family grapevine that my uncle and cousin (his son) tend to go to these things. "How funny would it be if I ran into them!"

Cindy and I were casually strolling through this big building, looking at all the different vendors. The place was PACKED! I glance to my left, and my uncle and cousin walk right by! OH MY GOSH!

"Cindy, that's my uncle", I say.
"You gonna say something?", she says.
"Uhhhhhhhh, I probably should right?", I say.
"YES", she says.

I didn't know how to address him other than call his name. He turned around and looked at me like "who the heck are you". I told him my name, and after 25 years flying by........we had a little bit of a conversation.

It was surreal, and I DON'T believe a coincidence. To be there, on that day, at that time, in that building, walking in the opposite direction, looking to my left at the exact time they were walking by......AMAZING.

Makes me think!!!!

Here I am

2008-05-19T11:15:00.000-07:00

I've been blogging on MySpace for a little bit now, but this seems pretty cool too. Gotta check it out and see where this may lead me.

It's hotter than Haiti here in my apartment. Getting ready to hit the gym. Good things are happening. I feel them coming. I am so ready!!