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Home on the Range

So the Texas Rangers are in the World Series. This is a confusing time for me. In high school I was a huge Rangers fan. My dad had weekend season tickets and I spent a good amount of time for a few summer in a row eating ice cream out of plastic helmets and learning generic things to yell like “make him pitch to you!” This is when I developed my well-established crush on 3rd baseman Steve Buechele, whom I later named a cat after and met at last year’s Rangers spring training.

I make no claims that I’ve been a loyal Rangers fan all these years. There are two teams that I have any shot at all of being able to name their starting line-up: the Dodgers, because I went to 21 of their games last year, and the Yankees, who are my boyfriend Joe’s team of choice, which is putting it lightly. The Yankees are also the reason I went to 21 Dodger games, since we had to buy a package to get tickets to the Yankee/Dodger series, of which we went to all three games. It’s pretty serious.

Now, Joe happened to be out of town during the Yankees/Rangers playoff series, so I felt safe rooting for the Rangers. But the real reason I was/am rooting for them has more to do with the fact that it’s just plain exciting for them to make it this far. It’s not that I’m a fair-weather fan so much as that I’m a sentimental fan. If Joe had been around during that series, I would have rooted for the Yankees, because it’s in my best interest for him to be happy. And when it comes to the Yankees, it’s not so much that he’s happy when they win, it’s that he’s irate when they don’t.

The consolation to Yankee fans is that those Joe Girardi Taco Bell spots are still airing. I mean, those are cute, right? And isn’t that the real victory?

That’s all I’m going to say about this, because I’m already uncomfortable with the amount of sports I’ve talked about. So…who here likes unicorns?

A spoonful of sugar

I have a real sugar problem. I have rarely met a dessert I don’t like. On Sonic shoots I would honestly have problems not chowing down for 5 hours straight on whatever blast/sundae/cheesecake bite we were working with. At the beginning of this year I decided to try to tackle the sugar issue bu cutting it out for a couple of weeks. As many people who have done this will tell you, after a few days you really do lose the craving for it. I also got to the point where I could taste sugar in non-dessert foods (sauces and whatnot), and I no longer enjoyed fake-sugar treats, like my previously beloved Jello Mousse Cups. I had conquered sugar. Or so I believed.

But then life throws you a curve ball (say, hypothetically, not getting a job you really wanted) and you run to Ralph’s for that familiar plastic box of Lofthouse cookies (don’t act like you don’t know what they are. In the bakery section. Sugar cookies with about an inch of frosting and sprinkles on top.). And while the first two or three cookies make your teeth hurt with all the sugar, by the time you’re licking your finger to get up the last of the crumbs, you’re running back into sugar’s open arms, saying “Baby, I’m sorry, I’ll never leave you again.”

My birthday this year fell on a weekend, and Joe and I hemmed and hawed about taking a trip somewhere, but ultimately on everyone’s favorite word morph, a Staycation ™. If we had gone out of town, we would have eaten all our meals out, so why don’t we do that? And of course, no birthday weekend would be complete without my favorite food of all time, Grocery Store Cake, or, more specifically, Grocery Store White Frosting.

By day 2 of the Birthday Weekend of Eating, I knew that I would have to do penance with some healthy, sugar and crap-free eating for a week or so following, especially in light of the fact that I had an upcoming appearance as a bridesmaid and very much preferred to fit into my dress rather than do the chicken dance naked. So I (with a little help from Joe) scarfed down almost an entire 1/4 sheet cake in 48 hours, and then, as the clock struck midnight and my birthday came to a close, I dutifully threw the rest away.

That was 12 days ago, and I have not had any sweets since then. My goal had been to just get through this past Tuesday, but when Wednesday arrived and I considered a trip to my favorite, 3-4 trips-a-week frozen yogurt place, I had no desire to go. Thinking that maybe my sugar-free body just didn’t want any fakey processed dessert, I sauntered by the bakery section at Ralph’s, looked at some cakes and thought “I might like a bite of that, but I don’t think I could handle more than that.” WHAT?!?!? That’s what annoying people say. I used to hate people who would say things like “oh, that cake is just too rich!” Was I becoming one of them?

I’m going on vacation tomorrow and I’m fairly certain I’ll enjoy a dessert or nine during that time and I’ll be back in full force. But the past couple of days have really made me think about food and it’s role as entertainment in my life. There’s something a little depressing to me about not wanting dessert. I always envied (though also didn’t understand/trust/like) people who claimed not to have a sweet tooth, but now that I’m visiting that club I don’t think I like it here. Life is more fun with cake.

Plugging away

So it happened. I had another birthday. And with it I have somehow been endowed with the oily skin of a teenager. Oh, life.

In other news, things are on the upswing a bit in the ol’ acting department. As you may have seen, my current featured video is a bit I did on Jimmy Kimmel a couple of weeks ago, and now I’ve just gotten word that I booked a Toyota commercial that will shoot next week. For those keeping track, this will be the first commercial I’ve done since Sonic (aside from a Pillsbury spec that never aired). For those keeping even more track (now a very popular phrase, all the kids are using it), my former Sonic husband Brian was in a series of ads for Toyota…in a minivan, in fact. These spots aren’t with him, but in a way it’s like I’m commercially stalking him.

So, either things will continue to get better, or they won’t and I’ll blame this post for jinxing it. Stay tuned to find out!

Oh also, check out another new video I did for the Second City Network on my Video page!

New video from The Second City Network