6:39am Ramblings

Well...So much has happened in the last I don't know how many hours because I stopped doing all forms of math...counting, adding, subtraction, etc. years ago!

It started yesterday at 5:30am. I woke up to go to the commercial shoot for Walmart...early call! I get there and have a feta and pepper scrambled omelet, tea and cranberry juice! It was AMAZE!
Then I shoot the commercial with some really cool people and a little girl playing my daughter who looks like she could be mine in real life! I loved her sweet little face!

Then I get changed and check my cell phone where I find messages from my manager and husband...
TEXT from the Ole' Buzzard "CALL MATTHEW 911"
I am like, "Did I book this fierce pilot that I wanted! Wass Goin' on?"

Well, i is a pilot but it is the one I went in for and didn't get because they felt I was just too young! Something happened with the deal for the person that they hired so they came back to me! YAY! Now I get money! This is where it gets SHITTY FABB!
I call Matt and he say...OH PS Matt is my manager... he says, "Hey so you are getting on a plane tonight! Red eye to Philadelphia, your husband is working out the details."
I am like, "Oh OK!"

I am hype but at the same time wondering how I am gonna go to my audition appointment at 3:10pm and go home and MOVE! PACK UP AND MOVE!

PACK UP AND MOVE!

I was scheduled to leave the spot where I was staying on April 1st and move into my hommie's house until April 15th. I had my crap all over the place and I literally had to [pack boxes and move!

Boxes you say?...
Yes, I am so Shitty Fabulous that when I moved out here I had the Ole' Buzz send me boxes of my ish so that I can have my wares! WERK!
So here I am packed and moving in 3 hours so that I can fly to Philly until April 9th.

Oh did I mention that I HATE to fly! I am crazy nervous flyer. I toured for two years and I think the stress of that alone gave me high blood pressure!

And now here I am waiting for my connecting flight to Philly in Ft. Lauderdale at now 6:53am. My flight leaves at 8.
And I am rambling on da bli-zog.

But the good part as Metch so fiercely pointed out...I AM NOW OFFICIALLY BI COASTAL! WERK!