tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47525001142006364852024-03-13T06:42:48.752-07:00Christine Lakin's Offical BlogI'm an actress... this is my blog. Welcome.yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-64491133650558707812009-06-09T18:28:00.000-07:002009-06-09T21:11:38.886-07:00Troubadour Theater Company in "Oeidpus" at the Getty<div>What do you get when you cross a motley crew of rag-tag theater people, Elvis music, a vat of fake blood and a Greek tragedy? "Oeidpus the King Mama!" That's right. We invaded the high falutin' Getty Villa in Malibu this spring for a one-weekend-only performance of this new show. Didn't get to see it? Well shame on you. Although to be fair, we did sell out in 30 minutes...toot toot! (that was my own horn) You'll have your shot this August when we bring it back to the Falcon theater. People always ask me... "Lakin. How does a Troubie show come to be?" Good question grasshopper. Let me try and explain...</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8WVrAXhmI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kpvDhVJlLfY/s1600-h/IMG_1866.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8WVrAXhmI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kpvDhVJlLfY/s320/IMG_1866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345515844289398370" /></a>First you hug the director. This is what all actresses in LA do. Whether it's a man or woman... you get your arms around them and hug. Sometimes they'll pick you up. While you are in the air hugging away, whisper what role you want. For example, I said "I need a bloody good part Matty. Something with real heart". Directors are very intuitive. They have good ears like dogs. So they can hear your internal thoughts usually. But just in case, you should whisper it too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8WUUaGHLI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/AV24OrdvPKA/s1600-h/P1020817.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8WUUaGHLI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/AV24OrdvPKA/s320/P1020817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345515821043424434" /></a>Then try on some outfits. You know, just to show the producers you can look the part. For instance, here, Joe Bwarie and I show everyone that we aren't just Joanie and Chachi (which we once played together) but that we can grow as performers. He is a greek Zach Efron and I look like a stage manager. Which I wasn't. But I wanted to show I could be team player. One with the crew.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8S_MrXE8I/AAAAAAAAAxI/63_YPeYdEyA/s1600-h/IMG_1875.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8S_MrXE8I/AAAAAAAAAxI/63_YPeYdEyA/s320/IMG_1875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345512159656219586" /></a>Then go get a coffee. Ask everyone if they want one. Pretend to remember what they want. Then come back with your own and say it spilled in the car if they ask. People will feel bad you ruined your car for them and forget about the coffee. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8S-3nx50I/AAAAAAAAAxA/uY_KtlPHUhw/s1600-h/IMG_1853.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8S-3nx50I/AAAAAAAAAxA/uY_KtlPHUhw/s320/IMG_1853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345512154004055874" /></a>Next, go to a fitting with the costumer. Here Rachael Lawrence proves she can eat Cheez-Its and still look great. Then eat more Cheez-its. Then go back to the costumer for alterations. And so on and so forth.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8S-sA1JSI/AAAAAAAAAw4/K_F_VoiCXpE/s1600-h/IMG_1836.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8S-sA1JSI/AAAAAAAAAw4/K_F_VoiCXpE/s320/IMG_1836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345512150887900450" /></a>While on a break, try and get some work done. Because let's be honest, theater pays crap. Here, Lisa demonstrates this very fact as she multi-tasks on the communal phone and communal computer. That's right. Don't let anyone else use them if you get there first because really all anyone was going to check was Facebook anyway. No people, we don't need a status update. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8S-fLOSRI/AAAAAAAAAww/BERHuXUNRdY/s1600-h/IMG_1828.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8S-fLOSRI/AAAAAAAAAww/BERHuXUNRdY/s320/IMG_1828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345512147441830162" /></a>While everyone else goes on a break, Anna White will still be tapping. Shes by far the most professional person in the show, having done The Broadway so if you want to learn a thing or two, take a cue from her and practice. Or go eat Cheez-Its with me and Rachael. Flap, Flap ball-cheeesse! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8S-NEA4NI/AAAAAAAAAwo/th_UXpwucdw/s1600-h/IMG_1843.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8S-NEA4NI/AAAAAAAAAwo/th_UXpwucdw/s320/IMG_1843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345512142579753170" /></a>Next work on your characters. Beth Kennedy is the master of this. She tries 5, 6, maybe 7 characters out before she picks one. Here she and Matt Morgan work on a shepard routine. She's a shepard and she's been out tending the flock by night so she's tired and needs to rest on her young stable boy's shoulder. Oooh. He's so sweaty. It's hot in the barn... maybe she should just take off her.. wait. I think I have this story mixed up with something else.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8REzciidI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Hi1m7uKv7fo/s1600-h/IMG_1858.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8REzciidI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Hi1m7uKv7fo/s320/IMG_1858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345510056939129298" /></a>Make up time. It's chaos. If you have hairspray or a brush you may have to use them as weapons too. "We'll never be ready in time!" is a common statement yelled in anguish at our poor stage manager. Remember that nature documentary when the lions all gathered together and the zebra came in and told them "5 minutes" and the lions ate her? Mmmm. She was delicious.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8REnrJvKI/AAAAAAAAAwY/QV8NnWnsta8/s1600-h/IMG_1861.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8REnrJvKI/AAAAAAAAAwY/QV8NnWnsta8/s320/IMG_1861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345510053779192994" /></a>Before the show, make the new person wear something that accentuates their figure. And their sexuality. James Snyder does just this. I can't vouch for everyone, but I love a guy in a skirt and a bandana. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8REdYeBKI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/oUlneUjcD9g/s1600-h/IMG_1906.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8REdYeBKI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/oUlneUjcD9g/s320/IMG_1906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345510051016475810" /></a>Before the show, Rory O'Malley and Anna warm up their wigs. Wigs are really more the character than you can ever be. And that's an important acting lesson from me to you. For free. Just look at him. Garth from Waynes World and Willow meet.<br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8REColZ5I/AAAAAAAAAwI/nhBBaM6lZYA/s320/IMG_1909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345510043836311442" />Strike poses and work it. As you can see, Jen Seifert has this down. Matt Morgan should really work on that. And work on his pants situation. Actually I don't know what is happening in this photo. I probably shouldn't have included this one. Hmm.. pretend you aren't looking at that.<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8OIosOg5I/AAAAAAAAAvw/X7vrju7K5W4/s320/IMG_1872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345506824236729234" />After the show, pose with the girls outside and make sexy faces. Then scream "Facebook"! Then look at the picture and decide to retake it. Scream "Facebook" again. Then look and review. One person will protest, "Eww, I hate that! I look stupid" You will tag them anyway and they will de-tag themselves. Repeat.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8RDxbdWZI/AAAAAAAAAwA/0MhnabcqjPw/s320/2795_73914161771_504256771_1591237_3126432_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345510039217854866" />Ask for a "bloody good role" and you shall receive. Not really what I was talking about but... you'll just have to come see it to understand. Make a sexy face. Yell "Facebook" again and then realize your lashes are stuck together with Karo syrup. Forget why you decided to take this picture of yourself. Regret putting it on your blog.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8OI31huhI/AAAAAAAAAv4/vdln0uhbFNo/s1600-h/IMG_1914.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8OI31huhI/AAAAAAAAAv4/vdln0uhbFNo/s320/IMG_1914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345506828302268946" /></a>After the show go to Lakins and party until the wee hours!!! Here Lisa and BK show everyone how its done. If the cops show up, have BK open the door and do a comedic bit. They are likely to forget why they came.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8OIS43lZI/AAAAAAAAAvo/U0GcYRFaopY/s1600-h/IMG_1938.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8OIS43lZI/AAAAAAAAAvo/U0GcYRFaopY/s320/IMG_1938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345506818384172434" /></a>The women will stand around and drink some beers while the guys get in the kitchen and make some damn cookies. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8OIKF-PaI/AAAAAAAAAvg/m5qaBrOntXc/s1600-h/IMG_1927.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8OIKF-PaI/AAAAAAAAAvg/m5qaBrOntXc/s320/IMG_1927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345506816023215522" /></a>Then you have a show. And that folks, is basically how it's done. Well, sorta. I might have forgotten a few pieces. But essentially, when you have a group of your super talented friends that you love playing with, it seems that simple anyway ;) Come check us out at the Falcon Theater this summer as we once again destroy great literary fiction. www.troubie.org<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8OHwFYa2I/AAAAAAAAAvY/CMhVvbJUjqw/s1600-h/DSCF4066_edited-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Si8OHwFYa2I/AAAAAAAAAvY/CMhVvbJUjqw/s320/DSCF4066_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345506809041415010" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-38540745299973758982009-05-16T14:08:00.000-07:002009-05-27T13:59:10.555-07:00LA Weekly Awards/LA Drama Critics Circle<div>Every year in Los Angeles the LA Weekly awards descend. And people roll out the red carpets and pop the Cristal for such an occasion. Ok... well they throw down a bath mat and set up a cash bar- details, details. This year I was nominated for a great play I had the chance to do, "Dog Sees God; Confessions of a Teenage Blockhead". Its a fun night because many of my castmates were there and friends who won for other shows too. The uber talented Whitney Allen and I hug it out.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Sg87XfrKeKI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/GIhQZSsJv2U/s1600-h/IMG_1779.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Sg87XfrKeKI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/GIhQZSsJv2U/s320/IMG_1779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336549358282897570" /></a>Of course, the awards wouldn't be complete without a theme. As you know my penache for themes.... I of course embrace this. 1950's was the theme this year and Nick Nick and his girl went all out with a Tbirds Grease ensemble. Love the leggings.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Sg87XERqe8I/AAAAAAAAAvI/2efSvyJQ0Ms/s1600-h/IMG_1785.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Sg87XERqe8I/AAAAAAAAAvI/2efSvyJQ0Ms/s320/IMG_1785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336549350928186306" /></a>Oh yeah.. and I won for Best Comedic Female, which was pretty cool too. I will take this piece of hard lucite and I will go straight to the top!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Sg87W_25w1I/AAAAAAAAAvA/ReUX5Vga3B4/s1600-h/30th-annual-l-a-weekly-theater-awards-el-rey-1.3215492.56.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Sg87W_25w1I/AAAAAAAAAvA/ReUX5Vga3B4/s320/30th-annual-l-a-weekly-theater-awards-el-rey-1.3215492.56.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336549349742199634" /></a>The LA Drama Critics Circle awards were a bit more subdued... but us Troubies got to perform.. and were highly entertained by our dates.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Sg87W60mFuI/AAAAAAAAAu4/F_AStAdnY8Q/s1600-h/IMG_1669.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Sg87W60mFuI/AAAAAAAAAu4/F_AStAdnY8Q/s320/IMG_1669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336549348390344418" /></a>The Dog Sees God cast nominated again at the LADCC's. Great times. Love yall!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Sg87Wsr-M-I/AAAAAAAAAuw/kgV-em7tYZ8/s1600-h/IMG_1666.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Sg87Wsr-M-I/AAAAAAAAAuw/kgV-em7tYZ8/s320/IMG_1666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336549344596079586" /></a>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-5820965269202014252009-05-12T17:16:00.000-07:002009-05-12T22:31:36.579-07:00Race to Witch Mountain... US and beyond!<div style="text-align: left;">Disney's "Race to Witch Mountain" is still climbing in box office totals around the world and the premieres in Los Angeles and London were spectacular! London's West End was always a dream for me... but to walk a red carpet there was pretty terrific. Even if most people wanted me to sign Hottie and Nottie posters and told me "I looked better in real life". Thank you?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SgoX0G8yfdI/AAAAAAAAAto/MxfS7idrFvA/s320/IMG_1803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335102892559990226" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>My great friends Alex and Stella were on hand for the event and made my trip so lovely. They took me to a great brunch in Oxfordshire, out on the town to a show and of course to the Ivy Club, which was as delicious as it was posh. Watch out Victoria. I'm on the heels of your Louboutins....<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SgoX00vynjI/AAAAAAAAAuA/6-reXrVWfdo/s320/IMG_1810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335102904853503538" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Mingling with some of the UK crowd out to see the show...! Cherrio mates!<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SgoX0doOpuI/AAAAAAAAAtw/ApMysZ9uxEU/s320/IMG_1806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335102898647770850" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>After the premiere, Carla Gugino and I cheers to her success in both "Watchman" and "RTWM"- not to mention the big Broadway show she is in now, Eugene O'Neill's "Desire Under the Elms". She left that night to start tech on the show. I mean... she's so lazy. <br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SgoX07IPFoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/uhSlyeR5-Wg/s320/IMG_1825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335102906566645378" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Out in the country for a Pimm's and some delicious food. Alex wonders, "where's that blanket?" It was chilly and thankfully Stella had the foresight to bring one. Well done Stella. Well done.</div><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SgoX0vsh6pI/AAAAAAAAAt4/M6rXAm87CPU/s320/IMG_1793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335102903497648786" /><br />Nothing says The English Countryside more than drinking a strange alcoholic drink that is supposedly good for you, while wrapped in a blanket in the sunshine. Who's from California? Uh, that would be table 3.<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Sgob_8Ae7qI/AAAAAAAAAuY/L7D_Y1Fbw3I/s320/IMG_1794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335107493827636898" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>My trip was much too short... Farewell Hazlebury road.... until next time.<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/Sgob_s1AprI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/4emWuPrfQKs/s320/IMG_1791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335107489752983218" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Back in LA, things were heating up! Omg, that sounds so ridiculous. I get why people think it sounds glamorous but trust me... it's not. I was literally in my Gap sweats wondering if a skirt from 9th grade would cut it when thankfully my friend Scott Allgauer lent me a dress from a killer line called Rag and Bone. I did not want to give it back. Thank you Scott! And thank you Marcus Wainwright and David Neville for creating such fabulous clothes. You helped avoid a paisley print disaster in the "what were they thinking?" column. </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SgoTct3siJI/AAAAAAAAAtA/LJekdySvZ08/s320/IMG_1610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335098092644239506" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Garry Marshall and I kick it on the carpet. He dressed up and sported a stylin' hair cut on the carpet before stealing all the comedic scenes in the movie. Love him.<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SgoTdjV2hBI/AAAAAAAAAtg/nyo7R69WfDY/s320/Picture+14.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335098106997802002" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>Work it, work it, own it, own it- FIERCE - Tyra Mail! .... then someone yells out, "who are you???" (see recent statement about "glamour")<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SgoTcy9QfRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ys7jmR1jy00/s320/IMG_1618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335098094009744658" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Brokedown Cadillac gets busy on the carpet singing some tunes...</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SgoTdOjtdlI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aC2Q9KfexPg/s320/IMG_1636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335098101418784338" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">AnnaSophia Robb. The prettiest alien girl I know. I literally look like an aboriginee in this photo. Can someone tone down the spray tan please? Good lord...</div><div><br /></div><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SgoTdXlwf9I/AAAAAAAAAtY/8V-cQDk-7GA/s320/IMG_1656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335098103843291090" />Tom Everett Scott and I mingle. Im still too tan for the indoors but it was sort of dark in there and I don't think he noticed. See , here's one the the greatest publicity mysteries revealed. Too tan inside = perfect red carpet color. This is valuable information that most Hollywood types would not admit to. But I'm doing it. For you. So the moral of the story is, you have to choose folks. You either look great in an online photo... or like Spray Tan Barbie to handsome actors inside the event. Clearly I made my decision. And I think I should apologize to Tom. <br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SgohTx1vM3I/AAAAAAAAAug/eYBabvHoXtQ/s320/IMG_1655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335113332253733746" />Ahh. Nothing says love like the actor/director relationship. I am currently in film school for this very reason....<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SgohUJu7u2I/AAAAAAAAAuo/GOE4KW5DdYE/s320/IMG_1652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335113338667645794" /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-41568965340920445492009-02-18T10:17:00.000-08:002009-02-18T23:54:21.792-08:00"Hey Goose, you big stud!"<div> "Take me to bed or loose me forever!"</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZ0Lc8i1BxI/AAAAAAAAArY/iiyzP75Bi9k/s1600-h/IMG_1232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZ0Lc8i1BxI/AAAAAAAAArY/iiyzP75Bi9k/s320/IMG_1232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304408528028763922" /></a>Some more pictures from an amazing trip all around... black and white and men uniform never hurt a shot.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZ0LcnTuvoI/AAAAAAAAArQ/LtWBcdizw2Y/s1600-h/IMG_1227_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZ0LcnTuvoI/AAAAAAAAArQ/LtWBcdizw2Y/s320/IMG_1227_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304408522328292994" /></a><div>I got creative with my new camera, bought on base. Luckily I had willing subjects.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZ0AZP1mAMI/AAAAAAAAArI/IkCnJt6nOBQ/s1600-h/IMG_1239.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZ0AZP1mAMI/AAAAAAAAArI/IkCnJt6nOBQ/s320/IMG_1239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304396369860362434" /></a>Here I am in a bomb suit. This space type thing is what they wear to dimantle bombs. It weighs 90 lbs., which lets just say is a good portion of my weight. I felt like I was in one of those sumo suits and I fell down Id never be able to get up. Imagine wearing that thing in 130 degree weather. Cuz they do.. the helmets have air conditioning built in!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZ0AY1OvX0I/AAAAAAAAArA/2OhEhunBRqs/s1600-h/IMG_2017_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZ0AY1OvX0I/AAAAAAAAArA/2OhEhunBRqs/s320/IMG_2017_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304396362718076738" /></a>WOAH Rach! Who let her have a canon...!!??<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxYBGMqXzI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ItqfLGJXeX0/s1600-h/IMG_1922_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxYBGMqXzI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ItqfLGJXeX0/s320/IMG_1922_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304211237002436402" /></a>Calm down there Private Benjamin.... great pic. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxYAxcCLwI/AAAAAAAAAqw/jqQfEq6KB_Q/s1600-h/IMG_1155_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxYAxcCLwI/AAAAAAAAAqw/jqQfEq6KB_Q/s320/IMG_1155_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304211231429766914" /></a>While at the palace, enjoy such activities as golf! There was a driving range devised by the gentlemen who worked there and we did pretty well! If you need to know what to send the troops stationed at Camp Victory, send range balls. That's all I'm saying.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxYAsaz8OI/AAAAAAAAAqo/38g_JFYFw-I/s1600-h/MVI_1983.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxYAsaz8OI/AAAAAAAAAqo/38g_JFYFw-I/s320/MVI_1983.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304211230082461922" /></a>So, for this shoot I'm thinking us, the desert, and a military man with a plaque. Genius! It's genius! right there! That's it... I'm not even shooting you darlings! Yes! That's it! Smile with your eyes... yes! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxYAt9MahI/AAAAAAAAAqg/QPTUHhwYYZA/s1600-h/IMG_1952_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxYAt9MahI/AAAAAAAAAqg/QPTUHhwYYZA/s320/IMG_1952_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304211230495107602" /></a>Loving on America.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxYAiU_M2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/7kfEte6UvFA/s1600-h/IMG_1174_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxYAiU_M2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/7kfEte6UvFA/s320/IMG_1174_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304211227373679458" /></a>Ok.. So here we are shooting some rifles. well... some M240 Bravos and such, but potato/potato. Now, Ive really only shot blanks before, having been in the movie biz most of my life (and having, strangely enough played characters who shoot their fathers and whatnot on the Hallmark channel) but when in Rome as the saying goes... This was very cool. We are not shooting at people but targets- to be clear. We were given specific safety instructions and gear. As you can see my trusty teacher is actually holding my helmet up for me because it was too big and when I laid down I couldn't see a damn thing. I felt very manly afterwards. Didn't do too bad either.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxUw1TOPPI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/8yl6iAIrsxI/s1600-h/IMG_1804_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxUw1TOPPI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/8yl6iAIrsxI/s320/IMG_1804_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304207659053759730" /></a>After a long day of shooting machine guns and singing pictures you just want to cut loose. Tie one on with some non-alcoholic beer and really get in with the locals, right? So we went to Tuesday night line dancing. Electric slide and all. But of course, DeAnna had to step it up a notch. Blindfolded line dancing after being spun around 10 times. The girl is a masochist for fun. And I looked redonkulous par usual. And sort of like the chick from Watcher in the Woods, that scary Disney movie from the 80's... uh.. anyone? Bueller?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxUwDzyaMI/AAAAAAAAAqI/_zwxwWKmUgw/s1600-h/IMG_2088_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxUwDzyaMI/AAAAAAAAAqI/_zwxwWKmUgw/s320/IMG_2088_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304207645768575170" /></a>Rachel, DeAnna, Brian (our tour manager, guide, mentor, and personal Creeper) and me on the Iran border. Ahh.. the sights! The smells! Were no different than everywhere else we've been! But it makes for a nice picture anyway.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxUvcfTJdI/AAAAAAAAAqA/dKH0ekT3UIM/s1600-h/IMG_1861_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxUvcfTJdI/AAAAAAAAAqA/dKH0ekT3UIM/s320/IMG_1861_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304207635213657554" /></a>I mentioned in an earlier post about the cards and letters sent by kids... most of which make you want to tear your heart out and have an emotional breakdown... occasionally there are funny ones too like this one below. Genius.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxUu5NOr_I/AAAAAAAAAp4/cv9J3_rUWyE/s1600-h/IMG_1064.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxUu5NOr_I/AAAAAAAAAp4/cv9J3_rUWyE/s320/IMG_1064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304207625742626802" /></a>The three of us came to meet the General but to our dismay he was out. So we decided to take some pics in his office to leave for him. Seriously, I think DeAnna accidently called Japan. Shh. That phone bill is gonna be high. Someone should have gotten a 5 for 5 plan Sir.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxUuvBiDhI/AAAAAAAAApw/Ck23FyXt9bE/s1600-h/IMG_1009_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxUuvBiDhI/AAAAAAAAApw/Ck23FyXt9bE/s320/IMG_1009_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304207623009209874" /></a>Dad, seriously. Smile!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxSqrWRHmI/AAAAAAAAApo/KEkd_-80N5o/s1600-h/IMG_0981_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxSqrWRHmI/AAAAAAAAApo/KEkd_-80N5o/s320/IMG_0981_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304205354279706210" /></a>Deanna and I on the Blackhawk creeping it out and posing. oh , by the way... another term- Creeper. Its a noun, verb, adjective or adverb. Thats the beauty of it. It can mean moving in close... feeling out a situation... getting involved or psyched up.. or it can mean general creepy-ness. Feel free to try it out in your own personal situations. I'll go first. "Man, I love these Blackhawk rides! I could creep up in these all day!" or... "DeAnna, why are you being such a creeper this morning? You're creepin out!" also a personal fave, adding the word into popular lexicon such as, "Hey! Creep it real!", "Creep it down" and my personal fave, "If you like then you shoulda put a creep on it!" Just because. Try it. You'll like it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxSqU0EngI/AAAAAAAAApg/6T9ht_gWzEk/s1600-h/IMG_1085.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxSqU0EngI/AAAAAAAAApg/6T9ht_gWzEk/s320/IMG_1085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304205348230700546" /></a>Speaking of creepy... we stayed in Saddam's hunting lodge for 4 nights and this was the living room right outside of our door.. if you look at it you might remember this is where he did his final television interview. Thats the creepy part. Not the dudes in the chairs. They were just there and very accommodating to my documentary picture taking. And not creepy for the record.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxSqImV_RI/AAAAAAAAApY/xLiaR6ndLqY/s1600-h/IMG_1001_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxSqImV_RI/AAAAAAAAApY/xLiaR6ndLqY/s320/IMG_1001_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304205344951893266" /></a>We got to take a tour of the palace, which was really cool. This was on the same property where we stayed and was a large mansion build by Saddam after the Iran/Iraq war. the money the US government gave him as food money for his people was used instead to build this opulent palace. Nice right? Anyway, he was so impatient that he killed many architects who wouldn't get the job done fast enough so they started building it with shoddy craftsmanship to literally keep their heads. Going through it now, there are many panels falling off.. the heavy chandeliers are sometimes hanging by chicken wire (like the large one behind us)... its insane. Now the US government uses it for a headquarters.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxSqHLcwWI/AAAAAAAAApQ/xOW5NVKtxX0/s1600-h/IMG_1053.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxSqHLcwWI/AAAAAAAAApQ/xOW5NVKtxX0/s320/IMG_1053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304205344570655074" /></a>This is very famous chair given to Saddam by Yasir Arafat. The black and white checks in the small area under the arabic lettering are to represent his headdress. Many soldiers have sat on this chair and taken pictures, just like me. It's truly a historical symbol.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxSp3KwTkI/AAAAAAAAApI/UrYR4FiZkNI/s1600-h/IMG_1043_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxSp3KwTkI/AAAAAAAAApI/UrYR4FiZkNI/s320/IMG_1043_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304205340272774722" /></a>I had an amazing time and I thank everyone that made it possible from Pro Sports MVP, Brian Lee, and my comrades, Rachel and DeAnna. The best part was saying hello to all our servicemen and women and thanking them for all they do. They bust their butts everyday in harsh environments around the world to look out for our best interests. Whatever your beliefs about war or our political climate, the reality is we live in an imperfect and chaotic world, and the lives our men and women live over there away from their own families indirectly and directly benefit us and our quality of life here in America. It's very difficult to judge or form a belief about a situation you haven't seen with your own eyes, and certainly about the people who give their lives to be there. So I say thank you from the bottom of my heart. It was incredible, rewarding and enlightening. I can't wait to go back.yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-66145591474809944532009-01-15T08:01:00.000-08:002009-02-18T23:58:02.960-08:00Movin' on up... to the Iraq side<div>This is the plane we took to Iraq. Its a C-17 and it's huge. Inside all the seats are bolted down in rows and there is NO leg room. It makes coach look like a private plane. Also, no snacks. But you probably guessed that.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxKwJuntbI/AAAAAAAAApA/C7NaenDIy_k/s1600-h/IMG_0885_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SZxKwJuntbI/AAAAAAAAApA/C7NaenDIy_k/s320/IMG_0885_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304196652241237426" /></a>Once we were in Iraq we were off and running... or flying I should say... to several bases. Here DeAnna and I flex for the guys in a base that used to be a shopping mall. There were even old escalators there!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW-NAJZEkSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/eLAZA8Zjcts/s1600-h/IMG_0913.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW-NAJZEkSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/eLAZA8Zjcts/s320/IMG_0913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291603120844214562" /></a>Sadur City- one of the best known bases in Iraq. This base saw a record number of days in action. Thank god for these signs. I thought Id never find the market.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW-M_Ro1s9I/AAAAAAAAAmA/AudKwD0dVJA/s1600-h/IMG_0916.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW-M_Ro1s9I/AAAAAAAAAmA/AudKwD0dVJA/s320/IMG_0916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291603105877963730" /></a>Our mode of travel. Puffy, eat your heart out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW-M-y3jeXI/AAAAAAAAAl4/ntx2uW6I_cs/s1600-h/IMG_1691.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW-M-y3jeXI/AAAAAAAAAl4/ntx2uW6I_cs/s320/IMG_1691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291603097618184562" /></a>This is an arial view of one of Sadaam's palaces. Now it's known as Camp Liberty. There are several buildings the troops have taken over. We actually got to stay there in the hunting lodge, which they've converted to accommodate diplomats, heads of state.. and uh, me. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW-M-r-HtTI/AAAAAAAAAlw/FimP4KKtA1k/s1600-h/IMG_1684.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW-M-r-HtTI/AAAAAAAAAlw/FimP4KKtA1k/s320/IMG_1684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291603095766676786" /></a>Munhommed and I. It was a love affair that would never really begin... what with he being all of 12. Our religious differences would tear at our heart strings like romeo and juliet. But for that fleeting moment... on the back of his harley- er, uh- moped... I closed my eyes and we rode over the gravel... and it was just like Italy. Just like it. Ciao Munhommed. We'll always have Sadur...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW-M-RWlWnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/fXD0ddRM4To/s1600-h/IMG_1703.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW-M-RWlWnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/fXD0ddRM4To/s320/IMG_1703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291603088621525618" /></a>Chatting and gabbing with the guys<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW-I0nPlzDI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BRBHkiD7ChU/s1600-h/IMG_1706.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW-I0nPlzDI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BRBHkiD7ChU/s320/IMG_1706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291598524652571698" /></a>The fallen soldiers are memorialized<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW-Iz3Y0o-I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/MlodFjRsQgM/s1600-h/IMG_0917.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW-Iz3Y0o-I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/MlodFjRsQgM/s320/IMG_0917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291598511806391266" /></a>Cards and letters from around the world. Most from children. The notes make you want to cry.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW-IzjsJapI/AAAAAAAAAlI/eha5O5GeLFY/s1600-h/IMG_1712.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW-IzjsJapI/AAAAAAAAAlI/eha5O5GeLFY/s320/IMG_1712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291598506518735506" /></a>Ok... This gentleman is Matrix. That's his name. I feel I must take a moment and explain the genius of Matrix. He is an Iraqi Interpreter. He also loves his camera. so much so that he will sit and take picture after picture from about 3 feet away until that memory card is full. And he did. This is not a practice reserved solely for him. Oh no. We discovered in our travels that there were many "Matrix's" on bases. Many of them Iraqi interpreters, some chefs, security detail and the like. We fondly named them all Matrix... and its a perfect name really. Because you can't escape it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW-IzSEf7-I/AAAAAAAAAlA/yq20fCkLkk8/s1600-h/IMG_1721.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW-IzSEf7-I/AAAAAAAAAlA/yq20fCkLkk8/s320/IMG_1721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291598501789036514" /></a>Us with our boyfriends at Sadur. Munhommed, (my romeo) and his rival. See there were not one but TWO Tiger Marts on this base. These are markets that sell all kinds of stuff (see my previous post) and they are usually run by Iraqis. In this case, two rival families vied for the best market on base. They look friendly in this picture but rest assured, the competition for Tiger Mart of the year is stiff. Also note Munhommed's belly. Sweet thing. Riding around all day can get sweaty. He is working off that d-fac cake we saw him eating!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW9xbRntNeI/AAAAAAAAAk4/LwZqSHaoZRw/s1600-h/IMG_1718.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW9xbRntNeI/AAAAAAAAAk4/LwZqSHaoZRw/s320/IMG_1718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291572800583972322" /></a>Our third base of the evening... note the xmas trees in the background.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW9xaoLlWFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Cm_3hDkxW-s/s1600-h/IMG_0920.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW9xaoLlWFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Cm_3hDkxW-s/s320/IMG_0920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291572789460162642" /></a>Me in a tank. Watch out!! These guys were awesome. They let us do all kinds of stuff- get in a tank, drive a Humvee... uh... I mean, play uno, watch sports center...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW9xafRxeZI/AAAAAAAAAko/s35ICE-K280/s1600-h/IMG_0930.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW9xafRxeZI/AAAAAAAAAko/s35ICE-K280/s320/IMG_0930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291572787070204306" /></a>Us with our certificates of appreciation<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW9xZ8vgOSI/AAAAAAAAAkg/rcl3TfmiqcE/s1600-h/IMG_1726.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW9xZ8vgOSI/AAAAAAAAAkg/rcl3TfmiqcE/s320/IMG_1726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291572777799661858" /></a>Vroooooom! Hey, donuts in the parking lot anyone?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW9xZS93t2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/fVvsa9MRtbk/s1600-h/IMG_1745.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW9xZS93t2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/fVvsa9MRtbk/s320/IMG_1745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291572766585632610" /></a>Getting to Iraq wasn't always the easy part... the planes may be large- but on time, they ain't.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwRHbGxaXZYT_9H2nrcBIlsdIr7ot4aFQn_pmH5CdE_SH9Fj91RTciRepZFgy6bo9zb_B1x3sMCPtx9GG6xRg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-71040747295767788502009-01-12T12:43:00.000-08:002009-01-15T07:59:12.591-08:00Camp Bucca... and beyond<div>Today we flew a Black Hawk helicopter over the Iraq border to a base called Camp <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bucca</span>. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW7-AuAOLPI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/lLHA9bGAqXA/s1600-h/IMG_0811.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW7-AuAOLPI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/lLHA9bGAqXA/s320/IMG_0811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291445900509326578" /></a> As you can imagine, the ride was pretty incredible. I totally want one of these things! They are a total rush to ride in and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'm</span> pretty sure I could get used to this being that this was just one of several trips we will be making in them. Surprising how steady they are.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW79_wByVzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Fvad1BjDoE4/s1600-h/IMG_0805.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW79_wByVzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Fvad1BjDoE4/s320/IMG_0805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291445883872892722" /></a> We signed autographs and this lovely guy bought us all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Bucca</span> Bears!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW789OrDF2I/AAAAAAAAAkA/ifk3WdmhiWM/s1600-h/IMG_1590.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW789OrDF2I/AAAAAAAAAkA/ifk3WdmhiWM/s320/IMG_1590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291444741047785314" /></a>We even got to go over to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">px</span>- which is like a mini mall on base- they have a drugstore and then a small <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">bazaar</span> that Iraqi merchants sell customary good in such as bootleg <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dvd's</span> (which is a huge problem as there is no regulation on piracy) and of course, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">hookahs</span>! I Price as Right model a few...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW7883kviVI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ZE0r_U-z_F8/s1600-h/IMG_0859.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW7883kviVI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ZE0r_U-z_F8/s320/IMG_0859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291444734847322450" /></a>There is also a detainee center there where violator and criminals are being held. They have taken in roughly 13,000 detainees who are there for anything from extremist action to subtle violence. Under the acts of the Geneva Convention however, one of the rights of these detainees is visitation by their families. There is a visitation center there where families are bussed in up to twice a month and allowed to visit with wives and children. Here we pose with some of the wives waiting.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW788pYChII/AAAAAAAAAjw/Mow3G6AnL5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0850.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW788pYChII/AAAAAAAAAjw/Mow3G6AnL5Q/s320/IMG_0850.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291444731035944066" /></a>They've also built a small playground outside for the kids.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW788Rk4UJI/AAAAAAAAAjo/XPU9GqsgOy8/s1600-h/IMG_0853.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW788Rk4UJI/AAAAAAAAAjo/XPU9GqsgOy8/s320/IMG_0853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291444724647350418" /></a>The visitation center. Its pretty interesting actually... the reason they are called detainees and not prisoners is because once the Iraqi government takes over, these people will be tried fairly and either released or sentenced under Iraqi law. As of now, the US Government is providing a blueprint for this kind of humane treatment of criminals awaiting trial. They are given classes in civics and in the history of Iraq, as many of them are illiterate. They are also allowed to conduct their daily prayers and have a separate food facility to accommodate their religious eating patterns.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW788F4_3tI/AAAAAAAAAjg/cCkZMDmOsdg/s1600-h/IMG_1606.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SW788F4_3tI/AAAAAAAAAjg/cCkZMDmOsdg/s320/IMG_1606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291444721510506194" /></a>From what we learned, the return rate for these folks after being released is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">apx</span>. 1%, which is an astonishingly low number considering how much higher it is for convicted criminals in America. Anyway, its a hopeful proof that the system of rehabilitation and humane care is working there. This is all an attempt to restore extremist balance into the culture of Iraq as our troops begin to pull out over the next 3 years. The parole system they are implementing is also interesting in that the families are involved. Should a released offender continue to commit acts of violence, etc. and be caught again, it is a large shame on the family... which in this Iraqi culture carries a very large burden of embarrassment, hence helping families keep their own "in line" so to speak.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWuxwsHf9vI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ed1Jqq2JW0c/s1600-h/IMG_1599.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWuxwsHf9vI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ed1Jqq2JW0c/s320/IMG_1599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290517637311231730" /></a>When we got to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Bucca</span> we all wrote on the wall they have out front...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWuxwT5zqqI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/20_2WTvHNL0/s1600-h/IMG_1587.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWuxwT5zqqI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/20_2WTvHNL0/s320/IMG_1587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290517630811351714" /></a>My signature<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWuxvV4GudI/AAAAAAAAAjI/f30ZK9BywGc/s1600-h/IMG_0835.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWuxvV4GudI/AAAAAAAAAjI/f30ZK9BywGc/s320/IMG_0835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290517614161213906" /></a>Its amazing how many people you meet from all over the US. This guy was from Lubbock, TX!! Go Red Raiders!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWuxvHGOYII/AAAAAAAAAjA/L3VzgAmDf9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0844.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWuxvHGOYII/AAAAAAAAAjA/L3VzgAmDf9Y/s320/IMG_0844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290517610193903746" /></a><br />The Sargent Major gave a great power point presentation before lunch all about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Bucca</span>, what they are doing there, and the work the US Military has done thus far. I liked this slide because it showed a "You Are Here" arrow, which I thought was funny. Just like the Fashion Square Mall!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWutQNOG3nI/AAAAAAAAAiw/CvlqLBI3pc8/s1600-h/IMG_0837.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWutQNOG3nI/AAAAAAAAAiw/CvlqLBI3pc8/s320/IMG_0837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290512681215123058" /></a>Us and our lovely group of girls who showed us around all day and made us laugh!! They were so so sweet and cool.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWutPMlmdXI/AAAAAAAAAio/RCAmw2XhvCM/s1600-h/IMG_1621.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWutPMlmdXI/AAAAAAAAAio/RCAmw2XhvCM/s320/IMG_1621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290512663865357682" /></a>Finally after a long day we headed home. But not before another helicopter ride and a cool look through some night vision <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">binoculars</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWutO3KqpLI/AAAAAAAAAig/ZHlPHpxTEEo/s1600-h/IMG_1654.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWutO3KqpLI/AAAAAAAAAig/ZHlPHpxTEEo/s320/IMG_1654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290512658115241138" /></a>Oh and last but not least- what base is complete without Rock Band??? That's right... its a staple. And these guys are good. Rock on with your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">badselves</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWutOvbU3UI/AAAAAAAAAiY/rGo8lCQFnLA/s1600-h/IMG_1633.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWutOvbU3UI/AAAAAAAAAiY/rGo8lCQFnLA/s320/IMG_1633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290512656037633346" /></a>Rachel demonstrates how not to wear her helmet.. backwards. Sure is cute though Private Benjamin!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWutN1uEYaI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IphWpV_SMXw/s1600-h/IMG_1653.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWutN1uEYaI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IphWpV_SMXw/s320/IMG_1653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290512640546988450" /></a><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwDeIIgrwwSL9ZezfTh4ZY0OZ7IpNvC3EdKwIbdd0hpWXqOs8OVdvInRifW4M-knFlaOQ8WwnDP7XTFeCoyhA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzML-b2kGqNtd1USMEOwymtJTt8VKVQiYhze1MmBSLrbiDK8gHEQDsyeQaPvF424Mdmnj4D57LRftMVe-Si' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-67735867956195732722009-01-04T11:31:00.000-08:002009-01-04T12:08:53.289-08:00Kuwait Day 2<div>Gooooooood Morning Kuwait!!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWESXrB52SI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CwDZAn0EaAI/s1600-h/IMG_0779.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWESXrB52SI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CwDZAn0EaAI/s320/IMG_0779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287527635406674210" /></a>We started this amazing day off by meeting the generals of two units- the base here in Afjran and the KNB (Kuwaiti Naval Base), where we were presented with certificates of appreciation for service to the US Military. Pretty cool. Can I put that on my resume?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWESXVfFbbI/AAAAAAAAAiA/jzkj1J4cqMw/s1600-h/IMG_1522.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWESXVfFbbI/AAAAAAAAAiA/jzkj1J4cqMw/s320/IMG_1522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287527629623487922" /></a>Me and LTC Miller<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWESXH6XHwI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Ta0b3yg8k1E/s1600-h/IMG_0747.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWESXH6XHwI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Ta0b3yg8k1E/s320/IMG_0747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287527625979797250" /></a>Then it was time for lunch in the mess hall... oh the choices!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWESWh-yDSI/AAAAAAAAAhw/2_6RHdOAtoY/s1600-h/IMG_0753.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWESWh-yDSI/AAAAAAAAAhw/2_6RHdOAtoY/s320/IMG_0753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287527615797792034" /></a>I knew everyone would want to know what the heck I ate so heres a sample- diet coke, peas, broiled chicken, italian veal (I dont eat veal but I got cornered and didn't know how to say no), salad with tuna and tomato soup! Yum!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWESV-o_cqI/AAAAAAAAAho/8P8ekW9_KT4/s1600-h/IMG_0754.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWESV-o_cqI/AAAAAAAAAho/8P8ekW9_KT4/s320/IMG_0754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287527606311154338" /></a>Rachael, me and Deanna riding to the naval base<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWERa8hiVJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/vftc-m6xp6U/s320/IMG_0758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287526592130733202" />Posing on the naval boat we would soon be riding around in<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWEP2p0qy6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/SSYHA8dhfuY/s320/IMG_1535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287524869123787682" />Yep. Thats me folks. Driving a Naval speedboat in the Persian Gulf. Lets just say international waters did not persuade me to slow down. Neither did the Sergeant. So I pretty much did as they do... and practically threw Deanna off the front of the boat driving right through the wake. They say you can't actually tip one of those over. I tested that theory.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWERaWj--vI/AAAAAAAAAhY/JgGipyIikZ4/s1600-h/IMG_0796.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWERaWj--vI/AAAAAAAAAhY/JgGipyIikZ4/s320/IMG_0796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287526581940452082" /></a>Me and our awesome crew out at KNB. Thanks for the fun guys!!!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWERZ8xF8VI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/cwNlCvgEIOs/s1600-h/IMG_0799.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWERZ8xF8VI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/cwNlCvgEIOs/s320/IMG_0799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287526575016112466" /></a>Walking into a signing- all the guys waiting patiently.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWERZKZig1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Fj_RjtCGt0k/s1600-h/IMG_0801.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWERZKZig1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Fj_RjtCGt0k/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287526561495548754" /></a>Rachael and I stop by the beauty shop and think about getting our hair "did".<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWERYdAbYfI/AAAAAAAAAhA/omT6_IrfPrs/s1600-h/IMG_0800.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWERYdAbYfI/AAAAAAAAAhA/omT6_IrfPrs/s320/IMG_0800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287526549310628338" /></a>These guys had some major guns! So I challenged them to a show off. Welcome to the gun show people.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWEP2PgpveI/AAAAAAAAAgw/hcjCBWwX6Hc/s1600-h/IMG_1560.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWEP2PgpveI/AAAAAAAAAgw/hcjCBWwX6Hc/s320/IMG_1560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287524862060510690" /></a>The girls and our Enyourage of security detail and tour manager Brian (last on the right). Eat your heart out Jeremy Piven. THAT's an Entourage!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWEP0_vUYaI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Uvid2M7kI2I/s1600-h/IMG_1568.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWEP0_vUYaI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Uvid2M7kI2I/s320/IMG_1568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287524840647188898" /></a>Hanging out with Stuart Ambrose- my friend Megan's husband who is stationed over here. He's an officer in the Coast Guard- it was great to see a friendly, familiar face- and I'm sure he felt the same way. We love you Stu! Come home soon!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWEP0Qdi7eI/AAAAAAAAAgg/rTu6U2vyK6A/s1600-h/IMG_1569.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWEP0Qdi7eI/AAAAAAAAAgg/rTu6U2vyK6A/s320/IMG_1569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287524827956178402" /></a>Finally... the location where I am currently writing this blog. The laundry room. Its the only place we get service in this joint. So when you think of me... think of bounty fresh.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWEP0DQTsJI/AAAAAAAAAgY/7yCjz6InodU/s1600-h/IMG_1570.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWEP0DQTsJI/AAAAAAAAAgY/7yCjz6InodU/s320/IMG_1570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287524824410992786" /></a>More soon.... xoxo<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-8884170551605229942009-01-04T10:43:00.000-08:002009-01-04T11:30:43.897-08:00Kuwait take off and landing...<div style="text-align: center;">On Jan 2nd I left for Kuwait to participate in a USO tour, visiting the troops. I was so excited about it as it's a huge honor to give back to those who are serving our great country. I left Los Angeles around 7am west coast time and after a layover in Washington D.C., took a 11 hour flight straight into Kuwait. A good 24 hours of travel door to door. Im travelling with two great girls, Deanna Papas (from ABC's The Bachlorette) and Rachael Smith (Miss USA 2007) and of course our trusty man Brian Lee who is the epitome of ready at all times! (and he likes college football so we have a lot to discuss!)<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWEIzrp8i3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/7k1osmIUWxs/s1600-h/IMG_0727.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWEIzrp8i3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/7k1osmIUWxs/s320/IMG_0727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287517121494682482" /></a>Stepping off the plane was definitely an experience. Everything is in Arabic, naturally, and all women wear scarfs covering their heads. What I did not expect to see walking off the plane was a Starbucks immediately to my left!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWEGRDNX82I/AAAAAAAAAe4/1-IZeiQdCyY/s320/IMG_0737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287514327498617698" /><div><div>We had to stand in line to purchase a visa, which you do by ticket, like at a deli. I expected a sandwich with mine but no dice. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWEIy71t3aI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-OJeIsrFPhM/s320/IMG_0725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287517108659150242" />Here Rachael and Deanna lead the charge while I film like a Japanese tourist<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxjMYE3iw7gqnEFlRLy-eJeJupafJky8EJ1b9zPMpK3uyR7HUPymvVSyJptlCg6LHMU8VTiVYVIVt71VizNKg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Micky D's anyone?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWEKRzw8wPI/AAAAAAAAAfY/smjUZFD41S0/s320/IMG_0722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287518738579243250" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Man, they have everything over here! (Although I would use the word "toliet" loosely)</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWEKRH0bl-I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/vXO4OcYGx08/s320/IMG_0732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287518726782687202" /><div style="text-align: center;">This is a smoking room. It has a sliding door like a pharmacy and basically its like a hot box of carbon monoxide... not that it really deters anyone from smoking wherever they please....</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWEKSd0n-6I/AAAAAAAAAfg/UUHIfH504yY/s320/IMG_0730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287518749868948386" /><div style="text-align: left;">Alas, poor Deanna's bag didn't arrive and was stuck in D.C. We are still awaiting it - hopefully tonight!</div></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWEKSvC7JKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/wFUAjwuozTw/s320/IMG_0735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287518754492327074" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We drove about 40 minutes to Camp Afjran and settled in for a completely jet lag filled evening of partial sleep. Its not bad- kind of like a dorm room. Im planning a panty raid later.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWEKS4AM6EI/AAAAAAAAAfw/DN-_LJ6-W-k/s320/IMG_0742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287518756896827458" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-64454829120014981812009-01-04T10:06:00.001-08:002009-01-04T10:42:59.270-08:00New Years 2009!<div>For New Years we rented a little cabin up in Idyllwild called the "Nut Hut" and it lived up to expectation! It was adorable and nothing is better than being out in the woods with a little snow (or ice as the case may be), roaring fire (when we could get it going) and lots of laughter. Usually not at someone's expense for slipping on the ice.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWD_bKFyNLI/AAAAAAAAAew/zT4u-g_m7iI/s1600-h/IMG_0718.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWD_bKFyNLI/AAAAAAAAAew/zT4u-g_m7iI/s320/IMG_0718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287506804563129522" /></a>Randy and Corri were the brains behind the operation as clearly indicated here.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWD_aH-WyLI/AAAAAAAAAeo/5G2s7rHFCZw/s1600-h/IMG_0679.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWD_aH-WyLI/AAAAAAAAAeo/5G2s7rHFCZw/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287506786815232178" /></a>Andy and I ring in the new year film noir style<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWD7ogAu3hI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Nv-FdWJplN4/s1600-h/IMG_0695.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWD7ogAu3hI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Nv-FdWJplN4/s320/IMG_0695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287502635739307538" /></a>The gang finishes dinner at the Gastrognome<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWD7nrmQ8KI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3jGuOW0sGPg/s1600-h/IMG_0672.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWD7nrmQ8KI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3jGuOW0sGPg/s320/IMG_0672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287502621669650594" /></a>Walking around town.. one of the few actual "activities" aside from eating, watching movies and falling asleep on the couch.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWD7nQZBcXI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Ze61DglRePQ/s1600-h/IMG_0657.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWD7nQZBcXI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Ze61DglRePQ/s320/IMG_0657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287502614366351730" /></a>Until Randy brought home a stray dog one morning ... we all wanted to keep her! Especially Andy, whom she really seemed to take a liking to. Little slut.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWD7m84dJyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5P1dgzi_oLA/s1600-h/IMG_0649.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWD7m84dJyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5P1dgzi_oLA/s320/IMG_0649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287502609129482018" /></a>The attempted reincarnation of "the best pasta ever"... which was pretty dang close.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWD7mIP9ZhI/AAAAAAAAAeA/RjF-zgz_uYw/s1600-h/IMG_0623.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SWD7mIP9ZhI/AAAAAAAAAeA/RjF-zgz_uYw/s320/IMG_0623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287502595000985106" /></a>Happy 2009!!! Much love and happiness for you and yours!<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzKGyYrK0ykMxla7ftYdYApBZhhLcT-vjQXu0rTBw4NYaORThpdoRZP9mKqWC25L-OnU8x0F090RRQVPxZArQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-39668551231944218312008-12-24T21:58:00.000-08:002008-12-24T22:24:34.685-08:00Holiday Get-2-Getherzz Part 2<div>There's nothing like a little Uss time with the girls... we do this every year at my place and this year the group expanded. It was quite a spread. Basically its a bunch of girls eating and drinking and laughing their faces (and usses) off... which we did. Mazel Tov ladies!! Merry Christmas and Happy 2009!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMi9gay9pI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8f4KS2ic6Dk/s1600-h/IMG_0567.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMi9gay9pI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8f4KS2ic6Dk/s320/IMG_0567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283605227905414802" /></a>Kara shakes it... oooooh yeah<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMi9I-3fxI/AAAAAAAAAdw/JNT4KyEBAsM/s1600-h/IMG_0565.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMi9I-3fxI/AAAAAAAAAdw/JNT4KyEBAsM/s320/IMG_0565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283605221614255890" /></a>The shwag gift game... everyone opens a present that corresponds to the number they pick... anything from crappy perfume to corn removers can be yours! Don't be jealous.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMi854UnrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Sk5dLNvIGsc/s1600-h/IMG_0563.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMi854UnrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Sk5dLNvIGsc/s320/IMG_0563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283605217560272562" /></a>Lisa, Patty and Heather get to know one another over some brandy cider. Or mostly brandy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMi8jy09PI/AAAAAAAAAdg/n--mKexu0JA/s1600-h/IMG_0566.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMi8jy09PI/AAAAAAAAAdg/n--mKexu0JA/s320/IMG_0566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283605211631645938" /></a>Whit and her new doggie, who we affectionately named Beethoven<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMi8TvqDOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Q7KwISL6bJw/s1600-h/IMG_0576.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMi8TvqDOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Q7KwISL6bJw/s320/IMG_0576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283605207323380962" /></a>The girls by the fire pit discuss theories of life. Or something almost at intellectual I'm sure.<br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMh2n6w9CI/AAAAAAAAAdI/0PU7djGy08w/s320/IMG_0572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283604010147836962" />Kelly and Lisa ... future beach buddies- hey carpool next time chicas~!<br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMh2UqqQ3I/AAAAAAAAAdA/tji-hak77_0/s320/IMG_0571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283604004980015986" />Girls and cosmos go well together.<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMh2CqigFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/RXF2LZ78PYg/s320/IMG_0570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283604000147669074" />Stacy and Megan bond.... <br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMh1xEWRRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/e9swpXzbi9c/s320/IMG_0569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283603995424081170" />So much girlie laughing for one small dog... Beethoven out. Sweet dreams sweet doggie angel!<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMh28PV_nI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/O8WE9H1H80Q/s320/IMG_0578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283604015602859634" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-29256166021296687562008-12-24T21:27:00.000-08:002008-12-24T21:58:51.836-08:00Holiday Get-2-Getherzzz<div>Thanksgiving is fun.. Especially when you have like three dinners to attend. Heres some pics of my turkey, a la Martha Stewart, before and afters! I think even though my Thanksgiving was the last, I still cranked out a pretty good stuffed bird.</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMbRqNLIxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nymaAvyA2Y8/s320/IMG_0559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283596778036994834" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMbSD-RBSI/AAAAAAAAAco/4CS2ZH2kdn8/s1600-h/IMG_0560.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMbSD-RBSI/AAAAAAAAAco/4CS2ZH2kdn8/s320/IMG_0560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283596784953787682" /></a>The gang got together at Corris for a family feast Thanksgiving day.... Kara and I sampled the margaritas pre dinner.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMbReYRZuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/BdB3sX66syw/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMbReYRZuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/BdB3sX66syw/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283596774862317282" /></a>Bryan Chest-Hairs and Kara make small talk while the side dishes cook<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMbQm3K27I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hZmx3rcFhgI/s1600-h/IMG_0552.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMbQm3K27I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hZmx3rcFhgI/s320/IMG_0552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283596759959526322" /></a>And finally, nothing says Thanksgiving than a good ole gathering at P Hilton's house with my H&N co-star Joel and his fiancee Karen. We cut a rug, burned some holiday calories and had a great time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMbQV6K01I/AAAAAAAAAcI/-wMGm8_LE94/s1600-h/IMG_0551.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SVMbQV6K01I/AAAAAAAAAcI/-wMGm8_LE94/s320/IMG_0551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283596755408704338" /></a>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-17267107354058849682008-12-01T11:19:00.000-08:002008-12-01T11:33:05.026-08:00Electra Luxx<div style="text-align: center;">Last week I finished this cameo in a great little indie called "Electra Luxx". I play Venus Azucar, an adult film actress who is interviewed by Joseph Gordon-Levitt about the "business" for his blog. Really funny stuff. And I got to play opposite Carla Gugino, who stars as Electra, in a fake western trailer for a film our characters star in together.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/STQ5eEHPCPI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6f72d9lBnsg/s320/IMG_0381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274904252220639474" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Me as Venus on the set of our fake film trailer. Just look at all that fake hair.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/STQ5e05tuJI/AAAAAAAAAbg/SghiIKbZuQE/s320/DSC_0064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274904265317267602" />Joseph and I- we had a blast. Such a sweet guy and a great actor.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/STQ5enuUFVI/AAAAAAAAAbY/L7hMyahqQ8Q/s1600-h/DSC_0141.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/STQ5enuUFVI/AAAAAAAAAbY/L7hMyahqQ8Q/s320/DSC_0141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274904261779789138" /></a><div><br /><br /><br /></div>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-40791996620114929952008-11-17T15:48:00.000-08:002008-11-17T16:18:16.689-08:00Coldish Coldplay; A Haiku<div>coldplay melodies</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SSIEaj5O4EI/AAAAAAAAAbI/8qiM9iJP9Lg/s1600-h/IMG_0520.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SSIEaj5O4EI/AAAAAAAAAbI/8qiM9iJP9Lg/s320/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269779368335302722" /></a>friends and confetti falling<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SSIEaVlOikI/AAAAAAAAAbA/yWI6N5IInO4/s1600-h/IMG_0529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SSIEaVlOikI/AAAAAAAAAbA/yWI6N5IInO4/s320/IMG_0529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269779364493298242" /></a>like leaves dying now<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SSIEaMgOusI/AAAAAAAAAa4/z6XHskoGzbo/s1600-h/IMG_0531.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SSIEaMgOusI/AAAAAAAAAa4/z6XHskoGzbo/s320/IMG_0531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269779362056420034" /></a>thank you, thank you... My ode to blogs everywhere. Was in atlanta last week seeing my granny and the leaves were outrageous in color everywhere. Makes me miss the east coast so much. meanwhile it's 85 in LA and fires are raging and my lungs are filled with smoke... ugh. so fun to see friends and the concert was fantastic. It was my 3rd time seeing Coldplay and they never disappoint. Thanks Bum for the extra ticket! My granny was in rare form as usual. 87 and still out and about in her car, Netflixing and internetting and lunching (thanks again for buying Grams). We saw a movie, watched The View, she made some muffins. all the good grandma stuff. yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-79673205217273713252008-11-05T00:53:00.000-08:002008-11-05T01:50:47.082-08:00Its a nice day.. for a white wedding (and a birthday!)<div>My friend Kara got married a few weeks ago.. and on her wedding day needed her "something blue" so we all ran around just before the wedding trying to find something when Whitney suddenly stopped and yelled "I have a Obama pin!" Seems fitting for today- Yes we can!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFoVdHW8DI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Sm550MKH5fw/s1600-h/IMG_0127.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFoVdHW8DI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Sm550MKH5fw/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265104157174853682" /></a>What an awesome wedding in Santa Ynez. I was mad I had never been there before. The home of the film/book Sideways - wine, friends and gorgeous views = my idea of perfection. Whit, Patty and I contemplate the virtues of just that.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFm3lvazBI/AAAAAAAAAao/aTVnO9TZ-5o/s1600-h/IMG_0158.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFm3lvazBI/AAAAAAAAAao/aTVnO9TZ-5o/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265102544582659090" /></a>More posing at table 6 (the best one) by me and Whit<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFm3HlSYhI/AAAAAAAAAag/zqAZDutvXck/s320/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265102536487100946" /><div style="text-align: center;">The wedding... under an oak tree in front of a vineyard. Perfectly Kara!</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFkNOdp6BI/AAAAAAAAAaA/iqHgEEQcVkg/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265099617756375058" /><div style="text-align: center;">And then after wine tasting there was uh, dancing....</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFm24rv_aI/AAAAAAAAAaY/kKU37tDlG6M/s320/IMG_0196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265102532487675298" />The bridal party poses and Parks and I take a shot<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFkMjB2F8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/e3oga51ybIQ/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265099606097008578" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFm2pSyGNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/L8Ofp-1_XN4/s1600-h/IMG_0179.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFm2pSyGNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/L8Ofp-1_XN4/s320/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265102528356423890" /></a>Some color fun with my salvaged camera<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFkMaHeyTI/AAAAAAAAAZw/alfY2gGTY6s/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFkMaHeyTI/AAAAAAAAAZw/alfY2gGTY6s/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265099603704727858" /></a>The after after party... hot tubs and cabins go well together.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFkMLG4XPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qniQ1yPtA2k/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFkMLG4XPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qniQ1yPtA2k/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265099599675677938" /></a>Tracy: ultimate bridesmaid, flower arranger and all around hilarious biyatch! Pocket Christine says this does not bleeping suck.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFkL5wzb-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/OFBomsjDA9g/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFkL5wzb-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/OFBomsjDA9g/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265099595019677666" /></a>And just when we thought we could never recover... Amy's birthday!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFhJbDe-BI/AAAAAAAAAZY/5a9v0amc53c/s1600-h/IMG_0269.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFhJbDe-BI/AAAAAAAAAZY/5a9v0amc53c/s320/IMG_0269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265096253881907218" /></a>Mexicali with the girls: Amy, Me, Robyn and Kara. My fellow Americcans, lend me your tequilas....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFhJBYOayI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/x4yZ2k9YJOw/s1600-h/IMG_0263.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFhJBYOayI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/x4yZ2k9YJOw/s320/IMG_0263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265096246989581090" /></a>Jaden and Amy show the love<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFhI-pF8AI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4LbLUYsR96w/s1600-h/IMG_0287.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFhI-pF8AI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4LbLUYsR96w/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265096246255022082" /></a>Aims, me and whit laugh it out... at who knows what!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFhIpIYKsI/AAAAAAAAAZA/yA849fqGp7g/s1600-h/IMG_0289.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFhIpIYKsI/AAAAAAAAAZA/yA849fqGp7g/s320/IMG_0289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265096240480660162" /></a>Robert and I urge the vote. Hot Women Vote Obama. He'll wear it. He's not afraid.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFhIX5AwHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/mHFJ0_SVEVc/s1600-h/IMG_0278.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFhIX5AwHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/mHFJ0_SVEVc/s320/IMG_0278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265096235852808306" /></a>A fantastic (and exhausting) weekend of celebration!! Love you babes! xox<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-25153834190746721942008-11-05T00:33:00.000-08:002008-11-05T00:52:38.331-08:00Valentine gets married<div>It's just on the show- and I can't tell you who Im marrying- but yes it was a lot of fun and I was not a bridezilla. Ive been a bridesmaid so many times in real life that I felt pretty confident in my method acting skills....</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFcnDd5nII/AAAAAAAAAYw/F3S6nhbGe-w/s1600-h/IMG_0560.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFcnDd5nII/AAAAAAAAAYw/F3S6nhbGe-w/s320/IMG_0560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265091265388190850" /></a>well... that is until the beer arrived. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFcmtArl2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/nPfiaSZdY2Y/s1600-h/DSCN4477.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFcmtArl2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/nPfiaSZdY2Y/s320/DSCN4477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265091259360057186" /></a>Autumn tells the lakin paparazzi to back off! Just kidding. Im pretty sure it was a dance move.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFcmKZywKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/RDefEun99Ps/s1600-h/IMG_0465.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFcmKZywKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/RDefEun99Ps/s320/IMG_0465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265091250070143138" /></a>Kris and Autumn prepare with US Weekly.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFcl2-YL7I/AAAAAAAAAYY/2wn546-bh-o/s1600-h/IMG_0462.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFcl2-YL7I/AAAAAAAAAYY/2wn546-bh-o/s320/IMG_0462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265091244854882226" /></a>Nick Nick (from Dog Sees God!) and I take a break on set with some pitchers of fake beer. Mmmm... nothing says tuesday like warm, flat, fake beer. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFcliXXyYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4KHlHcPkctk/s1600-h/IMG_0455.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFcliXXyYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4KHlHcPkctk/s320/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265091239322569090" /></a>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-13661779969344964412008-11-04T23:33:00.000-08:002008-11-05T01:52:38.709-08:00LA Girls nights<div>My Georgia girls out in LA for dinners, drinks and lots of laughs... my favorite things! Bec came out in Sept to help her sister Mary Lorraine move and lucky us, after hanging out on set, the Valentine hair and makeup department got us ready for a night out! I even curled Bec's hair (mad skills yo) and ML got the full movie star treatment. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFTfZ96lMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ssN9MAOqPxs/s1600-h/IMG_0451.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFTfZ96lMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ssN9MAOqPxs/s320/IMG_0451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265081238384448706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFTfHiRgbI/AAAAAAAAAXo/kiCBz5Gf5r4/s1600-h/IMG_0454.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFTfHiRgbI/AAAAAAAAAXo/kiCBz5Gf5r4/s320/IMG_0454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265081233436672434" /></a>Then Amy Kennedy flew in from NYC and we had a great time at Katana... <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFTezBlpJI/AAAAAAAAAXg/kZ9CVabKW0Q/s1600-h/IMG_0404.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFTezBlpJI/AAAAAAAAAXg/kZ9CVabKW0Q/s320/IMG_0404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265081227930870930" /></a>Mimosa Jones, me and Brad Dean pose in the lobby<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFTeiaoINI/AAAAAAAAAXY/76LYaDtAlPk/s1600-h/IMG_0402.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFTeiaoINI/AAAAAAAAAXY/76LYaDtAlPk/s320/IMG_0402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265081223472488658" /></a>The gang squeezes together.. typically more drinks than people at the table<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFTecx8tMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/PVl4EC-e0Yc/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFTecx8tMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/PVl4EC-e0Yc/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265081221959693506" /></a>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-18656079628324128502008-11-04T23:14:00.000-08:002008-11-04T23:33:39.616-08:00WT Bash!<div>Now and then you want to break out the cheetos, natty lite and spam and just dance the evening away with Journey. Right? Right??! VA and I discuss the best way to keg stand while 9 months pregnant (uh that would be me knocked up with a beach ball...)</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFKaiO7u5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/O7Ttp8QjGe0/s1600-h/IMG_0529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFKaiO7u5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/O7Ttp8QjGe0/s320/IMG_0529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265071259099315090" /></a>My awesome DJ Bryan Chesters "Chest Hairs" - who was the talk of all the guests AND the lapd... who I think secretly wanted to join the party<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFKaWaJqrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/N4u1w01N1UM/s1600-h/IMG_0474.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFKaWaJqrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/N4u1w01N1UM/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265071255925140146" /></a>Jaime is trailer trash beauty queen.. but my knee highs and jellys are pretty hot. Dont lie.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFKaIMrboI/AAAAAAAAAW4/oRfJx9cUWy4/s1600-h/IMG_0484.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFKaIMrboI/AAAAAAAAAW4/oRfJx9cUWy4/s320/IMG_0484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265071252110536322" /></a>Bec. Yeah she'd trade her boyfriend for a Coors Light. Best. Tshirt. Ever. (thanks for the spam btw- great 2am snack, dont lie)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFKZyn9lTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/4GHf09ZdBOQ/s1600-h/IMG_0491.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFKZyn9lTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/4GHf09ZdBOQ/s320/IMG_0491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265071246319392050" /></a>Woo Hoo Yall! Everyone say Jazz Hands!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFKZspHXJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/-2XY1BDEd5U/s1600-h/IMG_0508.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SRFKZspHXJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/-2XY1BDEd5U/s320/IMG_0508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265071244713614482" /></a>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-73461650323907360512008-09-27T09:48:00.000-07:002008-09-27T12:51:54.543-07:00Valentine rolls on<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN6KFhWM38I/AAAAAAAAASo/5AOnZ2Hscn8/s1600-h/IMG_0314.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN6KFhWM38I/AAAAAAAAASo/5AOnZ2Hscn8/s320/IMG_0314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250786043016044482" /></a>We are already into episode 7 of Valentine and having a fabulous time- even with all the exhaustion and delirium! Who says random fits of giggles at 3am aren't fun? Jaime Murray and I discuss the value of 3 hours of sleep...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN6KGHVcYnI/AAAAAAAAASw/Qroqqa5EurA/s1600-h/IMG_0307.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN6KGHVcYnI/AAAAAAAAASw/Qroqqa5EurA/s320/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250786053213414002" /></a>Oh no, watch out. Robert Baker is back with a new album folks. "Me and Everything About It". Just kidding, its really for our Karaoke episode where we all sing the oldie but annoyingly goodie, "That's The Look". (But come on, Robert's solo album would be pretty genius too right?)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN6CyRYEdyI/AAAAAAAAASA/pwRgZSIjNbY/s1600-h/IMG_0251.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN6CyRYEdyI/AAAAAAAAASA/pwRgZSIjNbY/s320/IMG_0251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250778015730005794" /></a>The L.A. Lakins. My "suits" L-R, Aaron Kogan, Adam Kaller and Gordon Gilbertson. Join the Team. You'll feel better about yourself. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN6CyR-iWzI/AAAAAAAAASI/nGGQjvWziQY/s1600-h/IMG_0338.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN6CyR-iWzI/AAAAAAAAASI/nGGQjvWziQY/s320/IMG_0338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250778015891348274" /></a>Hanging out with our new co-star Noa! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN6Cy7QyOeI/AAAAAAAAASQ/aMrtojAJfAk/s1600-h/IMG_0344.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN6Cy7QyOeI/AAAAAAAAASQ/aMrtojAJfAk/s320/IMG_0344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250778026973739490" /></a>The writers hard at work... <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN6CzBkI8mI/AAAAAAAAASY/8rRWLCOg_XQ/s1600-h/IMG_0356.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN6CzBkI8mI/AAAAAAAAASY/8rRWLCOg_XQ/s320/IMG_0356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250778028665533026" /></a>The boyz of Valentine showing the love<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN6CzSCpw0I/AAAAAAAAASg/cJNbCTWeQ90/s1600-h/IMG_0348_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN6CzSCpw0I/AAAAAAAAASg/cJNbCTWeQ90/s320/IMG_0348_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250778033088480066" /></a>Robert and Kris contemplate my photography abilities.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN5oSLNXWsI/AAAAAAAAARY/BOsmqNyQ7C0/s1600-h/IMG_4914.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN5oSLNXWsI/AAAAAAAAARY/BOsmqNyQ7C0/s320/IMG_4914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250748877016357570" /></a>Ryan Devlin! Our guest star in episode three. He was lovely.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN5oSBokTlI/AAAAAAAAARg/ciz38c9PZDg/s1600-h/IMG_4967.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN5oSBokTlI/AAAAAAAAARg/ciz38c9PZDg/s320/IMG_4967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250748874446098002" /></a>Myself, Holly Valance (as Amelia Earheart), and Kris Polaha - the eyeliner was a character choice. But I think he liked it too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN5oSemo2zI/AAAAAAAAARo/l3S3dc5AYpc/s1600-h/IMG_4969.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN5oSemo2zI/AAAAAAAAARo/l3S3dc5AYpc/s320/IMG_4969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250748882222635826" /></a>Me and Robert Baker out and about<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN5oSq-ZQNI/AAAAAAAAARw/X-EO5mRQfuY/s1600-h/IMG_0217.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN5oSq-ZQNI/AAAAAAAAARw/X-EO5mRQfuY/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250748885543502034" /></a>Self portrait of me and makeup artist Deb... yes my hair is transmitting radio waves. Believe me, I've heard them all.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN5oSvcyvHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Lbr2TBHimJ0/s1600-h/IMG_0244.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SN5oSvcyvHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Lbr2TBHimJ0/s320/IMG_0244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250748886744743026" /></a>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-89915147396291636722008-08-23T18:58:00.001-07:002008-08-24T13:44:09.296-07:00Emerson invades Valentine<div>Emerson and her mom Rebecca came out for a visit a few weeks ago and spent time hanging out on set with me. We had so much fun and everyone talked about how cute and sweet Miss Em was. She is getting so big and will be walking before we know it! I think she could get used to set life- lots of attention, lots of interesting food and fun places to crawl and get dirty. (stage floors are not so clean we discovered) Here she is relaxing in front of her trailer... </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLHF2AN3UjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/OZN3N5krzwo/s1600-h/IMG_4899.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLHF2AN3UjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/OZN3N5krzwo/s320/IMG_4899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238185373170356786" /></a>This episode featured a Bollywood wedding and dance number so here I am in my costume- I love it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLHF2aYrnCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/YTMXOqA9ULk/s1600-h/IMG_4909.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLHF2aYrnCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/YTMXOqA9ULk/s320/IMG_4909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238185380195048482" /></a>Jaime Murray and I show off our moves<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLHF2zw0dvI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gAIsWwmqBOs/s1600-h/IMG_4912.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLHF2zw0dvI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gAIsWwmqBOs/s320/IMG_4912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238185387007178482" /></a>Emerson was impressed but she had to get back to the trailer to roll some calls....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLHF3FFNFcI/AAAAAAAAARA/fE_oCQYO-i0/s1600-h/IMG_4897.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLHF3FFNFcI/AAAAAAAAARA/fE_oCQYO-i0/s320/IMG_4897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238185391656080834" /></a>After all the rehearsal and craft service, TV life can get tiring! Time for a face plant nap.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLHF3QwO1rI/AAAAAAAAARI/kUKNTUJXlyI/s1600-h/IMG_4894.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLHF3QwO1rI/AAAAAAAAARI/kUKNTUJXlyI/s320/IMG_4894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238185394789340850" /></a>Aunt Stinky loves you little cutie pie!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLDBxslRu_I/AAAAAAAAAQA/W2cxR_SaswM/s1600-h/IMG_4892.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLDBxslRu_I/AAAAAAAAAQA/W2cxR_SaswM/s320/IMG_4892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237899426157149170" /></a>We even found time to hit the town one night for my friend Joel's engagement party. (Cheers!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLDBx1KLpgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/EnQERAMOIkQ/s1600-h/IMG_4881.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLDBx1KLpgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/EnQERAMOIkQ/s320/IMG_4881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237899428459423234" /></a>Gigi was on hand too to share in the love<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLDByJqZQ6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uBMKhRU9JtE/s1600-h/IMG_4883.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLDByJqZQ6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uBMKhRU9JtE/s320/IMG_4883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237899433963242402" /></a>That is, when her blackberry didn't beckon her back to work...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLDByTf0PcI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Z0uZK_PKx_k/s1600-h/IMG_4882.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLDByTf0PcI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Z0uZK_PKx_k/s320/IMG_4882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237899436603227586" /></a>We stopped by Burbank Bar and Grill to see our friends Randy and Corri play their weekly gig. They even did a few originals from their "Brokedown Cadalliac" set. They were awesome.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLDBzPy2TwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_2a172yBPU4/s1600-h/IMG_4879.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLDBzPy2TwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_2a172yBPU4/s320/IMG_4879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237899452789182210" /></a>So much fun! Cant wait to have Bec and Em return! yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-56058682927865474972008-08-23T18:20:00.000-07:002008-08-23T18:57:41.165-07:00British invasion<div>One of my best friends, Alex was out here on holiday (as they say) and we were up to our usual no good... martini's at Nic's, pizza nights at Casa B, laying out by the pool with pina colodas... simply divine.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLC4cIRTbPI/AAAAAAAAAPg/qDpTrDhmvmY/s1600-h/IMG_4836.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLC4cIRTbPI/AAAAAAAAAPg/qDpTrDhmvmY/s320/IMG_4836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237889160027794674" /></a>Marty and Inda count the rent<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLC4ccTkpOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/PJcAs55v2FY/s1600-h/IMG_4828.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLC4ccTkpOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/PJcAs55v2FY/s320/IMG_4828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237889165406020834" /></a>Corri avoids the paparazzi glare of my camera... but randy soaks it up with an Olen Mills pose..? hmm... Also known as the corri and randy of Brokedown Cadalliac. Yes, I just named dropped. Deal with it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLC4c_qyqYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zVUTbwXMYnw/s1600-h/IMG_4829.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLC4c_qyqYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zVUTbwXMYnw/s320/IMG_4829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237889174898649474" /></a>Me and miss alex. Cheers!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLC4dLKTLSI/AAAAAAAAAP4/qrxW6j2MaE0/s1600-h/IMG_4830.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLC4dLKTLSI/AAAAAAAAAP4/qrxW6j2MaE0/s320/IMG_4830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237889177983593762" /></a>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-60017376421670846782008-08-23T18:08:00.000-07:002008-08-23T18:20:21.152-07:00Life around Valentine<div>We are into our second episode already and its flying by. Filming out at LA Center studios most of the time (except when on location), which is right in the heart of downtown LA. Here is out base camp set up outside of stage one, aka where we spend most of our downtime hanging out.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLC16E9TJHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/iAFk9tJLc28/s1600-h/IMG_4839.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLC16E9TJHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/iAFk9tJLc28/s320/IMG_4839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237886375999775858" /></a>Lovely skyline of LA. And a dude watering plants.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLC16cUmgMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/IiG9UDvcnj0/s1600-h/IMG_4841.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLC16cUmgMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/IiG9UDvcnj0/s320/IMG_4841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237886382271529154" /></a>Robert Baker prepares for a scene as the chaos surrounds him.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLC16-PawBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Plun5xsxONU/s1600-h/IMG_4860.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLC16-PawBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Plun5xsxONU/s320/IMG_4860.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237886391376592914" /></a>The ever lovely Jaime Murray... probably wondering why Im being creepy taking her picture...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLC17IOGl0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/dsT3_FD5gpQ/s1600-h/IMG_4866.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLC17IOGl0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/dsT3_FD5gpQ/s320/IMG_4866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237886394055432002" /></a>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-3158017246161977712008-08-23T17:49:00.000-07:002008-08-23T18:08:10.003-07:00Whiffler: The Ted Whitfield Story<div>I'd be remiss if I didn't blog about this great <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mocumentary</span> I did last month- "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Whiffler</span>: The Ted Whitfield Story". Its about Ted Whitfield, (played by the talented Ross Patterson) the greatest <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">whiffle</span> ball player that ever lived and I play <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kiki</span>, the wife to his partner and best friend Willie (the awesome Joey Kern). These pics are from the filming of our drive-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">thru</span> wedding. And yes, that's a real cherry Trans Am. I seriously loved it. Tommy Reid was a fantastic director and we probably had too much fun.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLCw5BPViHI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nNT9I38ViTo/s1600-h/IMG_4819.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLCw5BPViHI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nNT9I38ViTo/s320/IMG_4819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237880860263680114" /></a>Look closely- I'm missing a few nails. But I do think my wedding dress is pretty rad.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLCw5p8_CsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/47nU7azOImE/s1600-h/IMG_4820.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLCw5p8_CsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/47nU7azOImE/s320/IMG_4820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237880871192562370" /></a>I want this car. We had the BEST time making this movie- it was one of those great experiences as an actor where you really have so much creative freedom to play and such awesome, talented people to play off of and improv with. Too much fun. I can't wait to see it. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLCw5yJoqmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/hMrQosZpiik/s1600-h/IMG_4821.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SLCw5yJoqmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/hMrQosZpiik/s320/IMG_4821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237880873393105506" /></a>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-48610953746640809822008-08-18T23:15:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:05:48.366-07:00Valentine Days...<div>We are already into our 3rd week of shooting and time is flying by! Have a fantastic time working- here are a few pictures from the first episode where my character Kate fantasizes she is the heroine in her romance novel, "Love and Deviltry".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SKsmYPxHVRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1ZcgDf7S2OQ/s1600-h/IMG_4846.JPG"><br /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SKsmYkIEVNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lKHq34bZXnQ/s1600-h/IMG_4848.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SKsmYkIEVNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lKHq34bZXnQ/s320/IMG_4848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236321195204564178" /></a>So ridiculous huh?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SKsmZKtvRiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bJtnIxddtM4/s1600-h/IMG_4851.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SKsmZKtvRiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bJtnIxddtM4/s320/IMG_4851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236321205563115042" /></a>And of course, every heroine needs a Fabio like love interest!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SKsmZU1JtkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/NlFJqsK8E4Y/s1600-h/IMG_4853.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SKsmZU1JtkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/NlFJqsK8E4Y/s320/IMG_4853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236321208278562370" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-37924708852871158112008-07-30T14:30:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:12:03.914-08:00VALENTINE on the CW!<div>I'm excited to announce that I've just been cast in a brand new show for the CW called "Valentine". It's an hour-long, romantic comedy from creator Kevin Murphy (Desperate Housewives, Reaper) that focuses on mythological gods and goddesses of love and war. I play Kate Providence, a (human) romance novelist who stumbles upon a mysterious woman (Jaime Murray) and ends up being enlisted to help her and her mythological brood put soul mates together. We will start airing mid-September so keep an eye out for it! </div><div><br /></div><div>The cast is a lot of fun- Jaime (Dexter), Kris Polaha (Miss Guided), Robert Baker (Leatherheads), Greg Ellis (Pirates of the Caribbean, 24) and Autum Reeser (The O.C.). Since I don't have any pictures from set yet (we just started this week) here's a dorky one of my in my trailer playing around with photo booth</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SJDf9AN9hFI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RD_OHTMpm2U/s1600-h/Photo+9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SJDf9AN9hFI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RD_OHTMpm2U/s320/Photo+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228925406500717650" /></a>And a picture of some gorgeous congratulatory flowers!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SJDf9aZBtCI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-pkSnS1Fpak/s1600-h/Photo+10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SJDf9aZBtCI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-pkSnS1Fpak/s320/Photo+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228925413526451234" /></a>I'll update as more is announced!yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752500114200636485.post-29019093650479738172008-07-30T13:57:00.001-07:002008-12-10T19:12:32.818-08:00Courage Family goes Hollywood<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SJDaqfwZYUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uY8UYK6khfQ/s1600-h/IMG_4662.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SJDaqfwZYUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uY8UYK6khfQ/s320/IMG_4662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228919590990995778" /></a>Have baby, will travel! Rebecca and her husband Sebastian came to LA to celebrate her 30th birthday and brought their adorable 1-year-old Emerson. I became affectionately known as "Aunt Stinky" and couldn't be happier with that.<div><br /></div><div>The family walking by the Arclight Hollywood after lunch<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SJDatnrjLEI/AAAAAAAAANY/Lnfvcy48v_M/s1600-h/IMG_4646.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SJDatnrjLEI/AAAAAAAAANY/Lnfvcy48v_M/s320/IMG_4646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228919644657757250" /></a>Em and daddy<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SJDauKyN6UI/AAAAAAAAANg/cUL45ZLYxHg/s1600-h/IMG_4647.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SJDauKyN6UI/AAAAAAAAANg/cUL45ZLYxHg/s320/IMG_4647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228919654080964930" /></a>Rebecca's big night out at Area (we got a very trustworthy sitter and cut a rug!) A broken ankle couldn't stop Virginia and Rochelle trekked up from Manhattan Beach to cheers Bec. A very good time had by all- thank you Lord Courage!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SJDavfYjfvI/AAAAAAAAANo/rHXnhAtVchI/s1600-h/IMG_4655.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SJDavfYjfvI/AAAAAAAAANo/rHXnhAtVchI/s320/IMG_4655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228919676790341362" /></a>Nothing like a big birthday breakfast after a night of dancing...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SJDav-SmZ7I/AAAAAAAAANw/E881uhsKz6Y/s1600-h/IMG_4656.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SJDav-SmZ7I/AAAAAAAAANw/E881uhsKz6Y/s320/IMG_4656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228919685086865330" /></a>Sweet Emerson in her swing at the Malibu Country Mart. Shes such a big girl already!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SJDYICD8bvI/AAAAAAAAANA/UroPgie3cNk/s1600-h/IMG_4640.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SJDYICD8bvI/AAAAAAAAANA/UroPgie3cNk/s320/IMG_4640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228916799881113330" /></a>Just the girls having lunch at Art's deli- Emerson eats EVERYTHING! Its fun to gage her reactions to various foods. Thanks for lunch bec!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SJDYIRxXeUI/AAAAAAAAANI/bKwOWt687r8/s1600-h/IMG_4643.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQg4faLTDZA/SJDYIRxXeUI/AAAAAAAAANI/bKwOWt687r8/s320/IMG_4643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228916804098160962" /></a>An awesome trip - I cant wait to have you all back again! Especially my sweet little Em! Aunt Stinky misses you!</div>yoLakin!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513439290965511973noreply@blogger.com