tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59803416896468049552024-03-13T07:50:30.822-07:00Tracey Goes HollywoodTraceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00984464352401278089noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980341689646804955.post-16940271482195514982012-10-24T11:25:00.000-07:002012-10-24T11:25:12.156-07:00A Girl's Survival Guide to Working with GuysSome tips I've picked up along the way. For some reason, I find myself the only female in most of the group work I do. You never know, these may come in handy for you if you find yourself the lone female in a group of guys.<br />
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1) Get used to the line, "You're really funny...for a girl."</div>
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2) Prepare to be talked over. You have to talk loud if you want to be heard and you may have to repeat yourself. Prepare to be talked over. You have to talk loud if you want to be heard and you may have to repeat yourself.</div>
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3) Do NOT be over emotional about anything. They will blame this on your "Lady time". If it is your "lady time", DO NOT CRY! </div>
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4) Practice saying four letter words. Out loud. In front of your mirror. You don't want them to come out as a whisper when you're in front of the group. Ladies, I'm not talking about CRAP and GOSH. You know the words I'm talking about.You don't have to cuss like a sailor, but it's good if you can say them without blushing.</div>
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5) Courtesy laugh. They will know you are being sarcastic, but, hey, they won't care. Reserve your real laughter for the really funny stuff.</div>
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6) Learn to hold your breath. You will smell things that you cannot understand. </div>
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7) It's ok for you to smell good. Believe me, they appreciate it even if they don't say anything.</div>
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8) Get comfortable with penis jokes. No matter the age of the guys...it's going to happen.</div>
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9) Stand your ground. They are going to test your limits and boundaries but don't take anything personally. If they tease you, you're in. You are one of them! Listen to how they talk to each other. It's a sign of affection.</div>
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10) Laugh at yourself! When you can laugh at yourself, it gives you the right to make fun of everyone else! Trust me. It's worth it!</div>
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One day after I post, "I'm Pregnant", I land a humorous birth control commercial! Coincidence, I ask you??? Yeah, probably. While I would like to say I'm sorry for all of the heart attacks I caused, mom, of course I would TELL you before I plaster that kind of news all over the internet, I can't apologize. I just had WAY too much fun. That will teach you to read a blog and not just the title. No, I'm not REALLY pregnant this time AND have probably jinxed myself for all time. That's ok. You probably shouldn't even trust me if I have a kid on my hip or in tow....they are most likely on loan from a prop department somewhere.Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00984464352401278089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980341689646804955.post-10303869286646387922012-09-19T06:23:00.000-07:002012-09-19T06:23:34.007-07:00I'm Pregnant!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9P0UPPk4lZY/UFjdER70wgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/92keUZy-a3k/s1600/Endings+Tracey+Preggers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9P0UPPk4lZY/UFjdER70wgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/92keUZy-a3k/s320/Endings+Tracey+Preggers.jpg" width="211" /></a></div><br />
Look at that cute little belly! That's three months along. Well, at least for my character, Sherri in "Endings". Did I have you going for a minute? I know, I know, I've been told I would have pregnant looking legs and a pregnant looking butt and my FACE would be fatter! Ok, all you haters. I thought it was pretty good and had a blast on this set. It was so good, I left the belly on and went to the store. People are really nice to pregnant woman! (They do stare a lot! Whew, you have to get used to that, don't you?) I was tempted to stop by one of the bars on my way home and order a Manhattan. You know, just hangin' out sittin' at the bar. What? I need to blow off some steam! I chickened out. I'll have to get some reinforcements for that one.Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00984464352401278089noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980341689646804955.post-1166299262084509402012-08-08T09:28:00.002-07:002012-08-08T09:31:13.031-07:00I Can Run in Heels<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SxLMv2jJlQ8/UCKQ0ODG9-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/GOUZnzvQSLk/s1600/women-shoes-charlotte-ronson-elektra-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SxLMv2jJlQ8/UCKQ0ODG9-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/GOUZnzvQSLk/s200/women-shoes-charlotte-ronson-elektra-2.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm all of 5' 2" and have been wearing heels as long as I can remember. If you ask my mom, I learned how to walk in heels. I used to pride myself on the fact that I could <i>run </i>in heels. (You never know when this skill may come in handy. There are some real creepers out there lurking in dark parking decks.) Well, since there is nothing better in life than walking around looking cute, I had on the exact pair of Charlotte Ronson heels on this morning as shown above. Except in taupe. They really do go with everything. Minding my own business, after leaving the post office, I caught the heel of said shoe on the side of the sidewalk. Instead of gracefully stepping down QUIETLY, I let out a loud Monica Seles backhand scream and crumpled to the ground. It was crowed on the street because it was lunchtime. I think 10 whole people saw me fall. I will NEVER brag about running in heels again I guess it's payback for laughing at the model falling on the runway so many times. AND since I didn't catch my tumble on video, let's all join in and laugh at this video together because it never gets old.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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How far we've come from a fruit bowl and lemons! A very talented friend of mine,Cedric Stewart, drew this based on the official FOODIE trailer. Now, this OBVIOUSLY, is based VERY loosely on my character in the film since I was only in the trailer for about 5 seconds. Regardless, I am thrilled that he took the time to draw this. Have any of you seen "Mickey Blue Eyes" with Hugh Grant? This reminds me of Jeanne Tripplehorn. (Not the outfit, just the face!) Don't you think?Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00984464352401278089noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980341689646804955.post-5195194858416337532012-07-02T11:44:00.001-07:002012-07-03T10:48:16.512-07:00Scene Stealer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A conversation is not a hard thing. Person One talks while Person Two listens. Then Person Two talks while Person One listens. Both people are talking and reacting. Simple, right? Well, for normal people. And, I assume that most of you reading this are normal people. Actors, more specifically EXTRAS, are NOT normal people. On a shoot last week, I was in a scene with the man in the picture above. We were right behind the main actors in the commercial and could be seen very well. We are having a real conversation before the cameras were rolling. THEN, when the director yelled, "ACTION", he literally turned into a dummy. He was flailing his arms around and just moving his mouth up and down, ya-ya-ya, not pausing for any reaction, just a wild lunatic. He didn't even look at me. On the second take, the director came over to our table. I knew right away what he was going to say. "Whoa. You are certainly animated. Can you not wave your arms around so much, you are right behind the lead actor and it's a bit distracting." I think everything is taken care of and the next take will be much better. Third take, forth take...the EXACT same thing. The whole time I'm just acting like I'm having a conversation with him. All I can do is laugh. Before the sixth take, I see the director slowly shift the camera over, cutting him out of the frame. Luckily, I was on the other side of the table. So, I say, thank you, sir! More screen time for me.Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00984464352401278089noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980341689646804955.post-60116395307589376712012-06-06T09:54:00.001-07:002012-06-06T09:54:39.403-07:00I Could Tell You...But Then I'd Have to Kill You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am TERRIBLE with secrets! Believe me, I can keep them. But it's hard. AND it takes work. So, the last project I worked on is KILLING me. It's top secret. We're not allowed to talk about it. We can't post photos from behind the scenes. We can't say who it was for or ANYTHING about it. Whew! So, please don't ask. My lips are sealed!</div>
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Driving to an audition is stressful even if you know where you are going and have been to that location a hundred times. I hate to scare all of you non-actors out there, but we aren't paying attention to the other cars, or the traffic signals. No. What we're concentrating on are our lines for the scene. How does my hair look? Crap. Can you see those dark circles under my eyes?! Let me just fix that really quick. And, maybe if we have sweat rings under our arms.<br />
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My audition this past weekend went exactly like that. I had never been to this location in Raleigh so I was EXTRA nervous. You know, all of the above, plus the added anxiety of whether my GPS would die on me and if I would get terribly lost and be late. When I drove by and realized I was at the right location, I drove a little further down to find some street parking. Nothing close. After crossing the five way intersection, I make a three point turn and head the other way. Hmmm...why aren't the traffic lights facing this way? How the heck do I get back across there? I look right. I look left. Oh. No. I see a one way arrow pointing the OPPOSITE direction of how I am going. And the light turns green. AND there are cars now coming toward me. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. So I back up and pull into a bank parking lot. Whew...that was close.<br />
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I head back over to the audition location. Heading the RIGHT way on the street. I find street parking and walk to the audition. Surprisingly, I'm not nervous about the audition anymore. Nailed it!Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00984464352401278089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980341689646804955.post-36947875268110421802012-04-02T07:03:00.000-07:002012-04-02T07:03:37.910-07:00The Ants Go MarchingThis was a fun commercial shoot two weeks ago for Triangle Pest Control. Like a magician, I will NEVER reveal how we got those ants to carry off the orange juice and place mat. Anyway, check it out and don't get carried away!!!<br />
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You know you aren't starting the day off right if you've got soggy britches. Usually. There's always an exception to EVERY rule, so why not soggy britches? In this case it was a-ok! We were filming a PSA in a stadium and the seats were still damp from the morning dew. It was a fun day. Although it's not fun to sit for 4 hours with a damp backside, in this case the end really justified the means.Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00984464352401278089noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980341689646804955.post-14690539319989362222012-02-20T10:30:00.000-08:002012-02-20T10:30:11.894-08:00This is NOT Betty White<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YyxoKRGJ4Zk/T0KRDiZS0pI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zwQpNmU6BU4/s1600/betty+white.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YyxoKRGJ4Zk/T0KRDiZS0pI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zwQpNmU6BU4/s200/betty+white.jpg" width="136" /></a></div><br />
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Hmmm. This just doesn't look right. It's the correct address I was given for the shoot. But this is a house not a school. And there are no other cars. Hmmm...let me pull all the way to the back of the driveway. Nope. This is not right. I'll just sit here at the end of the drive by the road and call my contact. Great! No answer. Well. Let me just pull up my email and check...yep...it's the address I was given. Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. In my rear view mirror, I see an old woman in her bathrobe and curls approaching the car. Oh, she looks nice. I'm thinking she's going be like a curler and bathrobe clad Betty White.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was from the set of "The Blank Page" a short film in Winston-Salem with the University of North Carolina School of the Arts. I was playing a 4th grade teacher. I really don't remember any of <b>my </b>elementary teachers wearing such tight sweaters, but maybe I just wasn't looking. Just when I'm starting to feel super sexy, one of the PA's asks if I have a daughter enrolled at UNCSA as a freshman. That's right, he thinks I look old enough to be a COLLEGE FRESHMAN'S mom!!!!! Well, at least I know.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Driving to a call back audition last week, I almost lost my life. Maybe that's a little stretch. But I was pretty scared. I was in the right lane just driving along. (doo dah doo). Then the white bronco in the left lane started coming over. Just honked a little to let them know I was there....BUT he didn't stop coming over!!!! I had to slam on breaks and get completely over driving over the rumble strips! Thank the Lord there was a median there or I would have been crushed. What an idiot! He never once looked over to check his blind spot!!! And people think women are bad drivers.<br />
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By the time I got to my audition, my hands had finally stopped shaking by my legs still felt like jello. Nothing like a little adrenaline to give you that extra edge! It must have helped because I landed the role!Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00984464352401278089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980341689646804955.post-23720810046426399352012-01-13T10:19:00.000-08:002012-01-13T10:19:55.673-08:00Role Reversal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Znb56fiKxW0/Tw3T1beo5RI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WQnSr_exJ4Y/s1600/man+makeup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Znb56fiKxW0/Tw3T1beo5RI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WQnSr_exJ4Y/s320/man+makeup.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Never thought I'd say this, but my husband looks pretty good in makeup. A little powder, a little concealer...hey, it's a good thing! Now, don't get the wrong idea. He doesn't wear makeup everyday. He's a manly man. Really he is. It's not like I walked in on him in the bathroom stealing my blush this morning. No, nothing like that. He's got his own, of course! That's right. You heard me. He has his <b>OWN</b>. Not to worry, it's for a commercial. Now, I've really got to step up my game!Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00984464352401278089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980341689646804955.post-325595498998590272012-01-11T09:08:00.000-08:002012-01-11T09:10:34.859-08:00New Beginnings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F1Sk44Yr8zQ/Tw3B1y41U-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/qPrt-mtEXGI/s1600/new+beginnings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F1Sk44Yr8zQ/Tw3B1y41U-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/qPrt-mtEXGI/s1600/new+beginnings.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't you love the beginning of the year?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">2012</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's like a blank slate, an empty canvas.<br />
I'm a glass half-full kind of girl.<br />
Positive thinking and all that jazz.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So excited to see what's in store this year!</div>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00984464352401278089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980341689646804955.post-46856300973380008332012-01-03T10:15:00.000-08:002012-01-03T10:15:33.975-08:00Just a BlurIf you squint and sort of cross your eyes, you will see me at the end of this video. I'm the plaid blob on the left of the screen in sunglasses. Second 21 and 26...trust me, you have to pause it to see me! Oh, yeah...I've hit the big time! haha...<br />
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As I'm unpacking groceries from my car, I hear a voice behind me, very meek at first.<br />
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<b>"Merry Chrusmus, ma'am. Merry Chrusmus to you!"</b><br />
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<i>Oh thanks! You too! I keep unloading the groceries.</i><br />
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<b>"Could you help me out. I'm so hungry."</b><br />
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<i>Of course. I've got some apples here or bananas.</i><br />
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<b>"Naw. I can't do fruit. I'm allergic to fruit."</b><br />
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<i>Well, I'm sorry, but that's all I have. That and hummus.</i><br />
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<b>"Ain't you got no money?" </b><br />
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<i>Hmmm. No, I don't have any money with me.</i><br />
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She mumbled something I couldn't quite make out under her breath. I'm going to pretend it was Merry Christmas anyway.Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00984464352401278089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980341689646804955.post-44240304718735102582011-12-14T12:42:00.000-08:002011-12-14T12:42:56.877-08:00Weak in the Knees<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3leOyEc908/TukIJBWa7TI/AAAAAAAAADs/64AuHNpptLs/s1600/faintingwoman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3leOyEc908/TukIJBWa7TI/AAAAAAAAADs/64AuHNpptLs/s1600/faintingwoman.jpg" /></a></div><br />
And not in a good way, if there is such a thing. I've had a ton of surgeries and procedures done on myself, so I thought I could handle these things when dealing with other people. Oh, I was so wrong. My grandma had an OUTPATIENT procedure done on her forehead that needed stitches. No big deal. Hmmm. While changing the gauze at 5am, I realized, not only can I not look at it, but I get weak in the knees, light headed even. Beads of sweat pool on my forehead and all of the color drains from my face. I literally start to swoon like I'm wearing a darn corset from "Gone With the Wind". I was in this situation to HELP but actually had to leave the room to compose myself. "Um, Mom. I need to get out of here. I might be sick." I guess that takes nursing off the list...Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00984464352401278089noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980341689646804955.post-30137938654905155152011-12-12T08:23:00.000-08:002011-12-12T08:23:52.181-08:00I HATE Clowns<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwM7F83yauQ97LDpCfdzIXG9ySPstClQvlOaYRwdWH616MrsgZBeQ348fr_w_zQ2txKowNT8Rxqx9rfll2QWQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Is there anything scarier, seriously, than clowns?? Really. I hate them. They've got these maniacal smiles. Fake painted faces. And ENORMOUS feet. You add all of that creepy to the haunting dun dun duh duh duh da dun dun duh dah. AAAAHHHHH! I hate clowns. I hate clowns. I HATE CLOWNS! (I keep looking over my shoulder as I write this just to make sure one didn't sneak in.) You may wonder why I'm telling my secret, crazy fear. Because I see them everywhere!!! On the street. At church fairs. Driving in the car next to me. Don't worry, other people can see them too. I'm no Haley Joel Osmet who sees clowns.Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00984464352401278089noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980341689646804955.post-54178207315033793022011-11-22T14:40:00.000-08:002011-11-22T14:47:10.842-08:00Never Too EarlyNow, don't judge! It's never too early to start celebrating Christmas! What do you think? How early is too early?<br />
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Cupcakes. Check! Drinks. Check! What's not to love about The Cupcake Bar? Beside the fact that their cupcakes are are drink inspired and delicious bits of heaven...they are opening a location right here in Downtown Durham!!! Waaaa hooo! Can you tell that I am excited about this? They need a little help to complete the project. Check out their campaign video on <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"> </span><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1321588591_1" style="background-color: white; color: #003399; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><a href="http://www.indiegogo.com/The-Cupcake-Bar?c=home&a=247683&i=addr" rel="nofollow" style="background-color: white; color: #003399; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" target="_blank">Indiegogo</a>. </span> The perks are amazing!! And the video is so much FUN!!<br />
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All I can say is that my parents are so proud! Wow...as I look at this photo I can't believe I'm going to appear like this on film. There will be no denying that I actually wore this outfit. I have to say, it's not really complete without the riding crop I always have with me on set. This is one of my costumes for my role, Beth Wine Dominatrix in the indy horror short film "Foodie". You are not going to want to miss it!Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00984464352401278089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980341689646804955.post-23986961575326653302011-11-17T08:27:00.000-08:002011-11-17T08:27:24.956-08:00All Night Long<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHC3ZkoSUkI/TsU1u20mntI/AAAAAAAAADU/gGnS996CjQA/s1600/downtown+durham+sunrise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHC3ZkoSUkI/TsU1u20mntI/AAAAAAAAADU/gGnS996CjQA/s1600/downtown+durham+sunrise.jpg" /></a></div><br />
There's nothing like getting to work as the sun is coming up and leaving as it is coming up AGAIN!!! We got to set a little before 8am on Sunday morning and I was creeping back into my house a little after 7am on Monday morning. You are probably asking yourself what craziness I have gotten myself into. That's just the dedicated life of an actor. We're working on a juicy horror film called "Foodie". These long hours will certainly be worth it when the final project is done, let me tell you what! It doesn't hurt that the rest of the cast is so much fun! And the crew...wow! What an experience! More tales to come this weekend!Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00984464352401278089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980341689646804955.post-73461613982406966052011-11-03T09:02:00.000-07:002011-11-03T09:02:55.458-07:00Not Marine MaterialBesides the fact I would probably run up to the enemy and ask if we could try to "hug it out". Or that I would call the uniform and <i>outfit </i>and ask if it came in a <i>softer </i>color. I broke the cardinal rule. YOU NEVER LEAVE A MAN BEHIND!! I did that. It wasn't even a battle with bullets flying....just a run. And I left my friend at the bottom of a hill and just kept running!!! Alison Fiori, I'm so sorry!! We started that race together and we should have finished it together!<br />
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