Thursday, February 28, 2008

Why you should never put your cell phone in your back pocket. By Jessica Lee.

After a relatively short, albeit tiring day of being on set yesterday, I went out to eat with my friend and coworker to avoid rush hour traffic on the 405 at 6:30pm. We had a lovely dinner at a vegetarian restaurant in Redondo Beach and hopped on the 405 only to be confronted with bumper to bumper traffic (but it was 8:30!!) and full bladders. We hopped off the freeway to try an alternate route and stopped at a Carl's Junior to relieve ourselves.....where I proceeded to.... phone.... in the toilet.... of a public Carl's Junior bathroom.

The answers to your questions:

yes. I fished it out with my hands.
yes. i disinfected it when i got home.
no. i don't feel like it's clean.
yes. i'm repulsed and still shudder when i have to touch my phone. (please don't call me)
yes. it seems to be working.

I feel like someone. I'm not going to name names (points to the sky) is laughing at me and my life.

thank you (bow) thank you (bow).

Friday, February 22, 2008

Buying stock in U-Haul.

I moved to Los Angeles in June of 2003. I lived for about a year and a half in a run down but cozy apartment in a cute part of town before deciding I needed to try living solo. I ended up in a fume filled studio apartment infested with tiny little cockroaches located in a bad part of town where my car was broken into. I spent 6 months there, broke my lease and moved into a brand new (although cramped) townhouse in Toluca Lake. After a year in that apartment my roommate decided to move back to Chicago (a decision i think we can all agree is a bad one :) ) and I decided to move in with Chris into his spacious hollywood high rise apartment. After nine months there we moved into our current house in Reseda where we've been for a year. Our lease is up in April. June 2003-April 2008. 4 years and 10 months. Our landlord (who if you remember from previous posts is a lying bitch with no soul) has decided to do some kind of construction on the house and has politely (via letter and of course no personal contact of any kind) asked us to move out at the end of our lease. This will be the sixth time I've moved in less than 5 years. I'm fairly certain all my friends with strong backs are running for hills as we speak.

Chris and I have been entertaining the idea of taking advantage of the current slump in the los angeles real estate market and have been looking into the possibility of buying a house in the near future. (Yes yes...unmarried scum! how dare you enter into such a sacred investment opportunity without a ring on your finger! next thing you know you'll be giving birth to babies with horns and tails!)

Our plan had always been to stick around this house and be able to shop around without any pressure. This obviously puts a slight (ok, major) crimp in those plans. I've become sort of zen about the whole thing. I'm too stressed to worry anymore. We've looked around a bit at houses and are going to see one we really like this weekend. Hey, if we love it maybe we'll just buy it on the spot. Here's a check for half a mill. No worries. Take it. I've got plenty of extra cash lying around. Most likely we'll end up renting again...and then moving again soon.

This past couple of weeks have been incredibly exhausting filled with job stress, house stress, travel and that stupid flu thing that's been going around, but we were able to break up all the ickyness with a trip to New York for Chris' nephew's baptism.

Meet Brian William LaMons.


Passed out on Aunt Jess' lap.

I'm fairly certain this is the cutest thing ever.

That water's cold!!!

Proud parents, god parents and that mean guy with the cold water.

Exhausted. You and me both, kid.

Can you tell they're related? Sidenote: It was f'ing COLD in NYC!

Right before we left it warmed up to almost 60 degrees! So we took a walk through Central Park. The sun was trying desperately to peek out from behind the clouds....and then it started POURING. It was time to leave the windy apple.

A big shout out goes to Dustin P. Montez for taking super duper good care of Indy during our multiple airplane delays and 12 hour trip home.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Happy Birthday Danny!

"I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea." ~Dylan Thomas

Monday, February 4, 2008

Celebrate Good Times.....

What a terrific few days....

We had been forced to postpone Indy's birthday bbq until this past weekend because of the onslaught of rain we'd been having for the past couple weeks and finally we got to celebrate our baby boy's first birthday. I made doggy cupcakes (with cream cheese frosting! yum!) and the humans ate and drank while Indy played with his friends. We couldn't have asked for a better low key party.

Indy's girlfriend Bunny.

Super Bowl Sunday...

Sam and Dustin came over and we had, quite frankly, the world's best super bowl party. Sam made amazing hot wings and we gorged ourselves on an enormous spread of delicious food as we rooted the Giants on to victory!

Waiting for the wings...

And then the best news of all.....

Chris came home tonight with a bottle of champagne so we could celebrate...his promotion!! He's been made an editor over at the Ant Farm and I couldn't be happier. He's been working so hard, putting in extra time on the weekends and staying late to prove himself and he's wowed the powers that be and finally all that hard work has paid off. Yay!!

That's my baby!

Even Indy wanted in on the celebration...