You gotta know when to hold them,


And know when to fold them.
But most importantly, you gotta know when to shuffle and re-deal.

See what I did there? My pun-iness must be because I’ve done a lot of emailing with Justine lately, you know how much she and I love playing with words, almost as much as justifying lunch at 11:15am. I’m pretty sure that was lunchtime for the younger kids in elementary school…

Anyway, back to reshuffling the cards. After about a month of sleeplessness, stress breathing and wanting to puke or cry everyday, I decided to move back to Illinois.

Apparently according to a handful of friends and family, this comes as no surprise. I guess I’m ok with that as long as a few things are understood.
Most importantly, this is not the end of my career quest, it’s actually the beginning of the dream career quest-to work in tv near my family in Chicago. I told my sister-in-law that I previously thought I couldn’t get work in Chicago, maybe that’s the reason I moved so quickly, but now I’m ready to put both feet forward and borrow as many clichés from my Mom’s vocabulary to make it happen. Sometimes you need clichés to motivate yourself to take on a challenge.

As for the other reasons, I will never fit in the Hollywood culture. Heck, I hardly fit into any culture, but I just couldn’t handle that one and I’m much too stubborn to believe that would change.
Finally, I’m on the opposite side of financially stable, über broke.

I appreciate every teeny tiny bit of support and assistance I’ve been given by everyone involved in my going from the middle to the left and back.

I’m good at saying thank you, but that doesn’t make it any less true – so thanks.

Especially to that word-loving Justine that managed to write the perfect paragraphs explaining my need to retreat. I’ve forwarded it to the masses.


Let’s Keep This Up, Literally and Figuratively


I just don’t think I’d ever been this happy on January 5th.

According to studies, yesterday, 1/4, it actually the most depressing day of the year. I forget the exact reasoning but it has something to do with the end of the holiday season, putting away decorations and realizing your fat. And the cold, gloominess that most of the world (or at least the US, since I think this may have been a national study) experiences.

Not me! Yesterday was actually pretty fantastic. I started bootcamp, which I’m severely sore from already, but obviously that was going to happen and that means I’m getting my monies worth and getting a good workout which is the whole reason I’m going.

Then I had a great interview for a YEAR-LONG job, that starts at the end of the month, so we are keeping my fingers crossed for that.

But then – boom – I got a phone call about a month-long job working at the American Idol and So You Think You Can Dance office for the travel coordinator, which started today. I think I’ve already made more money this month than the entire month of November. Huge Michelle-style smiles about that.

So I started the job, loved it, loved actually having tasks to do and being good at them. Liked working with people who I met during Hollywood week and you know, not spending the day sitting on my bed talking to my computer. I mean I’m doing that right now, but that’s totally fine when it’s just an hour instead of 12.

BEST PART – it’s 10am-7pm, Monday-Friday. Amazing since my mom and my Chrissy are already booked to come visit the weekend of the 21/22! I mean, let’s be honest my mom is really coming just to see Wicked, but I’m sure Chrissy wants to see my apartment and be a tourist for a day, which I love.

Long story short, happy Michelle, me, is NERVOUS that the ball is gonna drop soon. It has been a really really really really, did I say really yet? Really long time since things have gone well like this for me. Probably not since I started broadcasting school and was told by one of my co-workers that I flipped my happy switch on. I think that was the same week my manager told me he liked bitchy Michelle better than chipper Michelle.

The only slight negative is waking up at 5:30am to go to the classes, but I do prefer morning workouts, just not early bedtime. Bootcamp is an awesome accompaniment to an office job. Being super sore is totally acceptable when you’re just gonna sit and reconfigure spreadsheets, which I nerd-ily kinda love.

This flurry of gleefulness gives me my leftover story for the day – Why I liked the movie New Year’s Eve.

No, I don’t think it was a great movie by any means. It wasn’t that classy and it wasn’t that funny. But, there are so many story lines going on at once that the movie is very entertaining. You are intrigued by each character enough to wonder what happens next and suddenly the movie is over and even though you don’t mind if you ever see it again, you will be put in a really happy and optimistic mood.

I saw it a few days before actual New Year’s Eve and it made me believe that positive things could happen in the new year… it’s kinda working for me. Just hoping that figurative ball doesn’t drop like the one in Times Square.

I apologize for that nerdy pun. It was too oozing with cliché to resist.


Plus she can tell me the future because it’s 3 hours ahead there.


My favorite people to miss are the ones that I didn’t see much of before I moved. This way hearing from them or seeing them is really great instead of sad when you have to leave. Case in point, Justine.

Justine lives in New York but we went to college together in Iowa and I’ve seen her exactly one time since we graduated, at her wedding.

We are word-nerds and spent a year sharing a cubicle, which is why we are still so close. We have a lot in common, well, I guess just that we both really like food and really like working out, but hey, I’m pretty sure that’s enough. I miss her all the time when I’m at workout classes because she is just as competitive as I am, so we’d push each other. Plus, when I used to teach, she laughed at the ramblings that came out while I was trying to get my class to hold a plank for 2 minutes. I thought of her today because of what she wrote in her blog post,

You are what you eat. Well…at least I’m sweet.


Read it, you’ll like it and if you’re anything like either of us, you’ll identify. Cuz I ate at least 12 cookies Sunday, but I also worked out for over 2 hours yesterday, all about (crazy) balance.

I’m always listening to what I say


So although the only people who respond to these posts are my mom and Justine, I know you all read it – guess what, I can check that. Ok, so I don’t know who reads it, but unless my mom sits and clicks the blog 25 times a day, someone else is out there… so maybe someone will answer my silly question today? 🙂

As you know, before I head to the dinner shift at Westwood, I watch Jeopardy! Obviously this is an interactive(ish) program, meaning I tell Alex Trebeck the answers… in the form of a question, of course, so it leads to me talking to myself aloud from 3:30-4. I’m not gonna lie, I talk to myself out loud all of the time and I would really love to know if I’m the only one. Does anyone else actually discuss things with themselves or am I a total nutcase? My mom says I used to talk to the walls when I was a toddler alone in my bedroom (though I’m guess I was talking to Snuggle), so I guess things haven’t changed too much since then. Anyways, I’m getting away from this silly topic…  just humor me and respond, so that I’m not just humoring myself 🙂

real michelle vs. fake michelle.


Real Michelle wins.

Today was a good one. After over a year of looking, I FINALLY got a journalism job!

But don’t get too excited, it’s still an unpaid internship, but this one is a legit one with a 3-month training/internship plan and after that I get hired or basically fired I guess, though I suppose I could choose to leave. Anyways, it is a food marketing/advertising agency, Savor. And I’m excited to finally have a reason to write about food 🙂

The funny part about today was that I scheduled two interviews, the Savor internship at 9:30 and then a sales job at 2:30, which I wanted to go to since the ad sounded too good to be true, which I deemed it was. Plus it made me laugh how different I was in each interview. In the first, I was Michelle, nerdy, food-loving, wordy, real, Michelle. In the second interview, I was fake Michelle. Sure I was being me, but me+, which is too much fake laughs, fake smiles and fake interest. The minute I walked in the door I realized how wrong that job was for me, but luckily I was already offered the internship and called the company on my drive home and accepted the position. I start next week and finally get to cut to part-time, or less, at my serving job. I’ve always said the only thing I will do for free is write (or talk) about food, so this is a good fit. Now I’m just on to making more important life decisions soon, wish me luck!

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