Sitting at home waiting for Trader Joe's to deliver my food.Yummy!  I am going to make an awesome bacon and cheese quiche for tomorrow's webisode shoot of Blackman and Blackman.  Jealous?  Cause you should be!

Sometimes I think I am a doormat or steel wool sponge personified.  If I am nice some little buttface will try to take advantage of my kindness-I do pride myself on being giving and kind.  And if I have a back bone some pig wipe chum bucket will call me something offensive- you know like a bitch!  

Why do some people want to destroy your light either by crapping on it or using for all its got?

Just another thought from a silly actress. 

Okay, so sometimes I can be a bit lame when it comes to writing a blog. . .so I now have a video blog that will updated at least once a week.  You'll see my thoughts, rantings, characters, and other silliness.  Keep checking back!

Noah and I returned home as man and wife to an apartment filled to the tip top with gifts and crap.  This posting may be a bit of a rant, but bear with me.

Let the ranting beging!

Noah and I have a SMALL apartment smaller than some people's closets.  When you get married you register for gifts, but the problem is when you have a small apartment you don't want too many gifts because where the hell are you going to put the damn gifts.  So Noah and I thought it would be nice to tell people on the wedding website that we only wanted things on our registry and gift cards.  Guess what too many Mutha #$%$@s didn't listen and now we have an apartment full of things we don't want and we are returning it all immediately.  I love my friends and family, but when  I say we can't find a place to put it-I mean it.  Our poor dog Johnny Cash has been trapped in the bedroom for day because our apartment is full of very nice things we DON'T WANT!

I love all the Kitchen Aid appliances, but we have no room for them.  Thanks for the thought for the people that bought us presents not on the registry, but now it's a huge pain in my ass to drive about 200lbs of presents(no exaggeration) to Bed Bath and Beyond in Manhattan to return it.  I could also try to mail it, but I don't have the time to box each present with its friggin mailing label.

Long story short PLEASE buy off registries when people have them and the registry ONLY!

Okay, so now I am finally a married woman.  I am now a Minority minority-nope that's not a typo.  More people than ever are divorced in this country and marrying later in life, so less than 50% of people in America are married.  Does that mean I get a special scholarship or award?  Oh right we have to stayed married too.  

 The wedding was wonderful, and I would love to thank all my friends and family who were there and even those who were not.  We had a groovy time and I will cherish it for the rest of my life.  

All I can say thus far is married life is grand.  Noah (a.k.a. my husband) and  I are off to Italy where we will enjoy food, relaxation , and we'll even PRACTICE baby making.  Practice makes perfect. 

 

Life is grand and it is good to be a Minority minority. 

 

 

I'm okay.  Thank you to those out there who sent me their best after reading my blog.  I am doing better now.  My stresses have changed.  Now, I am doing something I NEVER thought I would do.  Brides always obsess about their weight. . .I always thought that was petty stupid girl crap.  Oh I was wrong.  I am currently(for one of the first times in my life) stressed about my weight because I bought a really expensive pretty dress six months ago that fit perfectly. . .and now I am freaking out that I am swollen with Chinese food.  Normally I don't give a crap if I can 5-10 pounds and now I am psycho about it.  Weddings are silly.  The stress is mounting and my sanity is stable.  Wish me luck. 

So I did it!  I had my first wedding breakdown.  Women have told me all the time that the break down will come.  I thought. . .oh no I am in control.  This is just a wedding-why would I get so stressed.  The stress is a bit overwhelming.  The details are killing me- emails, addresses, color palates, dresses, shoes, favors, and even more crap I don't give a rat's ass about.  So after this breakdown I pleaded Noah to elope with me.  He told me NO!  Damn weddings. . .they are a royal pain in the ass to plan.  Oh well.

Lately, one might say I've been busy.  I have been performing with Eight is NEVER Enough all around town and doing other improv work.  In addition I wrapped a couple of weeks ago on a indie pilot!  That was a pretty great experience because I was a writer-producer-actress-director.  Yeah, I'm pretty pimp as an entertainer.  I'm just trying to keep it real and do my thing.  Wish me luck as I continue. . .