Bob loved the band Jouney. 

"When the lights.... go down... in the citeeehhhh.........."

It was currently -17 degrees outside, with the wind-chill. It was going to be a high of -2 today. As it was yesterday, and what it was predicted to be for the next two days. 

The Parishes' annual chili cook-off might have to be postponed till next week, thought Bob. 

Bob's glove, a real sheep-skin one his daughter-in-law had given him at Christmas, had fallen down in between the seats, and when the train lurched  at the Sheridan stop, the glove fell down onto the El's floor. Bob didn't see this. He was distracted, both by the general numbness in his body and that today was his 60th birthday. 

When Bob got up to leave, a young man noticed Bob's sheep-skin glove on the floor of the El, and he rushed to pick it up and hand it to Bob before he stepped out of the El into the shrill air of January.  

"Sir, you dropped your glove." The young man handed Bob his glove and Bob made two expressions on his face within 1 second; one of annoyance and then one of gratitude. He thanked the young man, and stepped through the doors just as they were closing. Doors Closing

Bob put on his two gloves, taking a moment to admire their beauty, and then he thought about the carrot cake he knew Dottie would have made for him by now. The kind with coconut in the frosting. 

Livin' the dream

God- i LOVE being 26! 

What a fucking awesome month this has been! My ROI was way higher than Sean's, and he's been top salesman for the last three months in a row. I worked so fucking hard on getting my numbers up the past two months, and it's FINALLY paying off! I should get another shot of Jager. I had six face-to-face meetings this month and Aaron and Lance only had two each. Plus the sales leadership conference in Tampa is only like, two months away and I am so winning that Plasma TV. I KNEW these puppies would pay for themselves in full- $3,000 is a really good price too. Dr. Weinberger was right- new tits are the BEST decision i've ever made. That and switching majors from Communications to Business.  And using ProActive. 

OHHHHH!!!! I fucking love this song!!! "If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it...Uh oh, oh oh oh." Whoa- nipple check. Ok- the girls are still good. Ohhh- he's cute. AND his shoes are nice.  Dolce? Yes- definitely Italian. Did he see my Manolo's? I fucking hope so. 

Get another shot of Jager with me.  Oh yes you are too gonna do a shot with me, you fucking cunt. What! Ok thanks MOM. My class at Bally's tomorrow isn't till 1 pm and i'm celebrating. C'moooooon. We're  in our mid to late twenties!!!!! It's what we're supposed to do. 

WHAT the FUCK is that douche-bag  doing in here with a Sox hat on? I should go and spill my drink all over his pussy ass. 

Be Fruitful and Multiply.

The 6 month photos have arrived!!!

John and I are so excited to share with you our journey into the world of becoming parents!!!  

I left Bank of America for my maternity leave last Friday, and since then I've been busy, busy, busy! Even busier than when I was still working. John and I have chosen to not know the sex of our baby, so choosing colors for the nursery is no easy task. I won't actually paint it of course, as the fumes would be much, much too dangerous for me to around. And besides, that's what you have hubbies for, am I right ladies? I'm torn between Seashell Sunrise and Dainty Daffodil. And also Sherbert Dreams, but John says that if it's a boy there's no way a son of his will spend his first year of life in a pink room, and I said, well what- are you afraid a pink room will turn our son gay? And he said no of course not, but there's still so much research out there that's inconclusive as to what causes gayness, and then something else he'd heard Sean Hannity say about how people become gay on TV last night. And then it was just a whole can of worms that was opened up, because John knows about my hairdresser Todd and how much I cherish his input he's given about decorating for the baby. 

Anyway. So I think we're going to go with yellow, I mean, Dainty Daffodil. 

John's job recently promoted him, (thank you Jesus!), and so we're celebrating by taking a pregnant couple's yoga weekend retreat. I haven't even started packing, as I've just been so busy updating my Flickr, Myspace, Facebook, Twitter and Friendster accounts with the 6 month photos. I think it will be good for John and I to reconnect and get away. He's been stressed about his new responsibilities at the dealership and heaven knows he's got a lot of work to do at home, what with me not being able to handle any cleaning products, detergents, latex, or be anywhere near bugs anymore, which is hard to do in Florida, right?!! So I had John put in a whole new screened in back porch where I can go to recoup when I get too tired, and where I can do my pregnancy research online and compile up all the material I need John to read before our bundle of heaven arrives. Only 12 weeks left I keep reminding him!!!!! That boy better get his booty in gear. 

John's also been slacking his men's Bible study group, what with the late hours he has to keep because of the promotion, and plus all the decorating stuff he has to help me with. So I'm going to make sure that we go to bed every Saturday night NO LATER than 9:30 pm, so he won't have an excuse to not go on Sunday mornings. John says that he can study the Bible and grow in the Lord on his own time and he doesn't need a structured environment for that, and I said, that's exactly what I told myself about my weight problems before going on Jenny Craig, but I don't think he truly understands how important structure is because he and I didn't even start dating until after I'd dropped 75 lbs. Anyway, it's like I say. It all comes down to personal choices and each person must be held accountable for the fruit that they bear in their life. So once John starts going back to his men's group on Sunday mornings, I think things will get a lot better between us. 

Well, I mean. Not that things are bad, that's not what I said, and if they were then we'd get RIGHT BACK into counseling before you could say Dr. Phil. But just, I think that STRUCTURE gives our lives purpose and meaning and without it, Satan can really easily take up presence in your heart. 

Anyway. I hope you guys like the 6-month pictures!!!! Our little bundle of heaven kicked the other day right when my favorite Leanne Womack song came on, so I think it's going to be a girl!!!! Shhhhhhhh. Don't tell my hubby, or he might be a sourpuss. 

Follow your Dreamz.

Hi. My name’s Amber. I’ve been a model/actress for about 10 years now. I started pretty young, when I was 16, so I’ve definitely been around the block enough to learn a thing or two.
I’d like to take this opportunity to offer advice to my sisters out there just beginning their careers- I know I sure could have used some sisterly advice when I first moved to L.A., and it’s really all about Karma anyway, so I feel like I just need to give back to the world since I’ve been so fortunate being a model/actress.

So here you go. Here are Amber’s top DO's and DONT'S for finding success and watching all of your wildest dreamz come true!!!

DO invest in a really, really good Pilates instructor. Shakti Finklestein is mine, from the “Piranha Prana Pilates Powerhouse” in the Valley. I mean, and this may not be PC to say, but those butch-lesbos really do know to whip a girl’s booty into shape! I had serious, chronic cellulite for YEARS on the backs of my thighs, (a big no-no ladies) and I tried everything from the 6-week bacon and grapefruit diet, to this Brazilian specialty treatment involving coffee grounds and cocaine leaves. NOTHING worked. Not until I met Shakti did those tiresome trouble spots melt away. Now my figure is slim, trim and ready to win.

DON’T blend in. The most valuable advice I was ever given when I first moved to Hollywood was from a very, very successful producer. I mean, and I can’t name names here, but let’s just say that he’s very close with another producer whose last name sounds like Shrime-stein. So this producer said to me, “Amber, just be yourself. Find out what makes you YOU and then just be YOU.” One of the ways I was able to get as many jobs as I have is because of my unique look. I’m very lucky that I’m 1/64th Cherokee Indian and so I have cheekbones , lips, eyes, teeth, and skin that looks really, really Native American. That’s what that producer told me. And trust me ladies- there are a million and one beautiful girls out here. So you have to find out what your strengths are and highlight, show off, and emphasize them.

As an actress, what makes me different is that I think I have a unique perspective on what it’s like to suffer. I won’t go into it all, but let’s just say I’ve had to file a restraining orders against my last 3 boyfriends. Oh, and one of my therapists. So it’s really, really easy for me to be emotional and act really good in front of the camera since I’ve been through so much pain.

DO frequent hot-spots! My recommendation- The Chateau Marmont. Part of being an actress/model is marketing yourself, and ladies, we all know that a picture is worth a thousand words. Make sure to look your best at all times because you never know when there might be cameras around. I can’t tell you how many celebrities I’ve become really, really close friends with by just hanging out at the hot spots. Trista (you know, Trista from the Bachelorette) and I are going to get manis and pedis later today, and guess where I met her? You guessed it! The Chatt!

DON’T be afraid to take risks in the roles you choose. EVERY role is a step forward in your career as a model/actress, even if it’s not something that you would want to write home about. I’ve been a spokesmodel for everything from Hawaiian Tropic Suntan Lotion to being a featured dancer on “The Hills”. And you know what? Each step forward is a step not backwards. Just make sure to have your contract reviewed by a lawyer- preferably a Jewish one- if there’s any nudity involved. Once I make it into features full time my lawyer has promised me that I have ALL the rights to any and all nudity work that I’ve done. So I guess another DO is to find a good Jew lawyer.

DO read “The Secret.” It will change your life!!! I didn’t work for 3 months one time and after I read this book, I put my intentions out into the universe for success, and boom- whaddya know, the next day I got a call from my agent for “Rock of Love 2.” I ended up landing the gig, and although Brett Michaels and I weren’t a good match, my visibility as a model/actress increased by about 10 times!

And lastly DON’T ever give up on your dreamz! And DO continue to read my blog! Thank you everyone for your support, and wish all you new girls with dreamz of being as successful as me model/actress the best of luck.

Namaste!!!! -Amber

Julianne, (a.k.a. Jewel of da Penile) goes to a concert

Gooddamnitt, shit cock piss! Where is that bitch Melissa? HEY MELISSAAAAA.

YEAH- I"M TALKING TO YOU HOOKER. COME 'ERE!

HEEEYYYYY YOU DIRTY SLUT.

Oh, yeah, that. No yeah, the band and i hung out before the set and Mickey had a fucking sharpie. I KNOW! Do you have your camera? Oh wait- hold on.

SMILLLLEEE.

Oh i dunno- he's this photographer from this one, fuckin..., whaddya call it? The cobrasnake website or some shit like that. No yeah- a lot of people look at it. A lot of people will see pretty titties now.

Fuck yeah you slut! Let's go. No yeah, it's right here in my pocket. Do you have a dollar bill?

Groupie a' la 2009

I wonder if he'll have condoms? Yeah right. Good girl, Melissa, good girl for bringing two. Two! HA! Nah. I'll prolly just fuck 'em once and then he'll pass out. He looks pretty drunk already and it's only his first set. I might even get lucky and he'll get whiskey-dick and i can just stay up with Julianne and do that eight-ball that she got from Mickey. Uhh- THAT's what i need right now- just good -girlfriend times.

Huh. He looks rougher from the last time i saw him when he came through L.A. Jesus. Was that really a year ago? Fuck. At least he sounds good tonight. Maybe i can get him to take a shower before we fuck after the show? Nah. Prolly not. I KNOW! I'll get him to go swimming in the pool beforehand and that way i won't have to breathe out of my mouth the whole time when we do it. God- this is good weed. I feel all floaty. No wait- that could also be the colonic. Mmmmm. 5 pounds away from my perfect weight- 108. I'm only drinking skinny-bitches tonight. (Seltzer-vodka-lime beeeyatch!)

He's not as hot as i remember. Oh well. No backing out now. Besides- it's not like i'm adding any numbers to the list. Reduce, Reuse, Recycle your men, yeah! Shannon topped like, 40 last weekend, and she's been in L.A. for even less time than i have. Plus, i don't really count Larry and that other bald guy cause i got my Mad Men gig from them and it doesn't really count if what you get out of it is better than just the sex. Uhhhhhhkk. Nobody ever tells you that old men's ball sacks actually SAG. Guuu-rosse. O.M.G. It's like- to get your SAG card you have to put up with some sag. HA HA! I should write that down and tell Mickey.

God he looks rough.

Fuck it. I'm gonna get Julianne to do a line with me in the bathroom.

This is how all British people talk.

Hmmmm. I like that one in the middle there. Look real good wif my purple dress. If Frank would ever take me out proper. Pssssshhhh. Right. I'm jus an old cow to him. Sittin there hollerin at the footballers on tele, finkin i don't have needs too.

Suppose i could big myself up a bit. I will get it. Wif my Christmas bonus, yeah! I'll jus tell Frank that what wif these hard times the Missus passed me over this year. Yeah. That's what'ull do.

Better call Ida. She'll go green wif envy for sure.

Wot. Oh Annie, wot are you finking, you old sorry cow. Gottah pay the Visa still. Gottah pay for mending the sink. I can't go off into a dream world, finking this old bag can still drape herself in diamonds and pearls. But it is nly 15 pounds.

Fuckin'ell.

I'm gettin it and you better not say another word about it.

Oh shut up then, shut up. Look what you've got yourself into now. Talkin like one of dem crazies at a respectable shop in broad daylight.

I should jus buy the fuckin fing to put my mind at rest.

Now hold on girl. Fink fer a minute........

Frank'll see it somehow and he knows that it wouldn't be one of mother's and he'd whoop me for sure then, and i can't take another whoopin' wifout the Missus going all up in a flame of meddlin.

Fuckin'ell it's cold. Right then. Better have a fag and spot ofva drink. That'll put me right.