I am getting a dog, if only to get one of these

oooooh

This looks... good? I think? I am not really sure how I feel about this. I am intrigued!

Exciting News! (for me, anyway)

So I got a new job. Yep. I did. And you know what? It's fucking fantastic... as usual, I am not going to go into details of said position here (I guess I've never fully divulged what I actually do at these mysterious Hollywood assistant jobs, huh?) but let's just say I am finally in the world of my biggest entertainment-related love: television.

More importantly, I have less than two weeks remaining at the current job. You know what this means? It means I have less than two weeks to go all out in the wardrobe department, wearing as many bright colors and odd combinations I can possibly pull together. And I am definitely going to throw in a Lilly Pullitzer dress or two. It's about time. To kick things off, today I am wearing a lime green shirt and hot pink pants... a sort of neon prep look. Unfortunately I am STILL on the mend with the illness and might have to use up my last sick day tomorrow, but I am going to play that one by ear...

Anyway, things are looking UP! And it's not just the painkillers talking. (Did I mention that? That they prescribe vicodin for the flu now... who knew!)

Some Wednesday Nostalgia

Okay so we all know how I feel about American Idol (I hate it). However, I've recently fallen into the trap of amazingness that is So You Think You Can Dance, and OMG YOU GUYS IT IS SO GOOD. Like, I want to be BFF with Cat Deeley and ask Mary Murphy what kind of drugs she is on and then maybe have Mia Michaels give me the full rundown on what she REALLY thinks of my moves. This coming from the girl who HATES reality TV. Yes, it's true, I've found a reality TV show I openly enjoy and will admit to watching.

But this reminds me... way back when I was a wee little lassie I loved Star Search. Really, I thought I was destined to be ON Star Search and clean house because I was quite the little ham at a young age, but in this week's batch of nostalgia, let's take a look at the wholesome goodness it once was... oh and RIP Ed McMahon, you'll always have four stars in my book.

knocked on my ass

Yeah so after that brief interlude of creative flow I realize that blogging ceased entirely. That's because I got sick. Really sick. I realize I get sick a lot. Probably more than the average. I am not entirely sure why that is, but I've decided I need to actually do something about that because I am 25 now and should be taking daily multi-vitamins and taking better care of myself. Especially when I had the flu and then that turned into a cold and then that turned into pink eye (and did I mention I may have a tooth ache as well?)... Man, I complain a lot.

Excuses, excuses, but that's why I've been MIA for a while. My body hates me and I was destroyed by a virus. I'm slowly on the mend. I am also slowly falling asleep at my desk right now...

For a second I got really excited and thought I'd been written about in the New York Times...

but that is not the case.

My blog is linked in this article about food blogs. Specifically about some blog called Jaws Wired Shut (note the plural on the Jaws part) that got a shoutout by Frank Bruni of the NYT.

For a moment, I thought--YES THIS IS IT. MY MOMENT OF GLORY. MY FIFTEEN MINUTES OF FAME.

But then I clicked on the link in the actual NYT article to discover nope, that ain't my blog--it's someone else who's been plagued by the misery of maxillofacial surgery.

And then I got depressed. And slightly embarrassed. And then I got over it. (I process emotions very quickly, you see).

But the thing is, I too offer advice about having your jaw wired shut! I do! I do! See here.

Okay New York Times. LINK THAT.

P.S. If you do land here due to that incorrect linkage, WELCOME! Explore! Say hello! I am funny sometimes. Most of the time I talk about myself. I give great music recommendations. You'll love me!

Look Dad, YOU'RE Famous!

So I guess my dad is kind of a big deal. In Chile. Check it out:



Some of my thoughts:
1) Really, they can't spell Stamell the same way twice in the first sentence? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, IT'S ONE "M" and TWO "Ls" (now you understand why I seriously consider the name change to Stamos on a regular basis).
2) My dad has completely gone gray. Sorry Dad, but on the flip side I think that makes you a "Silver Fox" or something.
3) Sounds ominous that he went to U. Michigan for his undergrad but merely received his MBA "in Maine." Apparently Maine is a place for business degrees. In which case, I'll be receiving my MBA when I go home next month.
4) Wow my dad's Spanish is excellent, I am especially impressed by his impeccable verb conjugations!
5) I wonder if when Chileans talk to him they use a silent "J." Ha. That's funny.
6) I could probably do a Stamos vs. Stamos post on this piece and probably win. Just sayin. Yeah, you heard me Stamos, my dad is cooler than your dad!

Another reason summer interns are amazing/pathetic

An actual first paragraph from a thank you note from an intern, after I presented to the new intern group on behalf of my department:

"Dear Ms. Stamell,

First off, let me just say that I loved your neon t-shirt yesterday! It was the first thing that I saw as I walked into the room and so I knew right away that the [company name redacted] must be up to some pretty cool, cutting edge work."

Really? REALLY?

Yellow is the color du jour

Today I am wearing a bright yellow dress. While this doesn't really stray from my regular bright colored attire, I've quickly discovered that dressing in a cheery hue on a Monday can make your whole day better, almost immediately. Sure it helps that bright yellow accentuates my tan, but the days that I actually put some effort into what I am wearing remind me that getting your shit together can impact a lot. As in, I feel like I am putting out good vibes into the universe or something. Maybe not... maybe I'm just feeling all loopy and day-dreamy because I got too much sun this weekend, or because I've been listening to a lot of great new music (check out the new jam I embedded in the "Right Now" box to the right), or because I saw a really great movie last night (everyone should go check out 500 Days of Summer, it rocks). Or maybe it's just that things are holding promise right now. Or maybe it's because my dad and stepmom are back in the country after a week in South America--and even though they are still three thousand miles away, it's comforting to know they're a little bit closer.

Also, we might be getting a dog. I'm sure you're thinking "yeah, just what Stamos and her crazy roommates need, a dog to take care of." But we are going about it the responsible way, trying to be smart about it...

That's all for now. More later.

Tweedle Dee?

So I asked permission but then didn't care and then I went ahead and did it... I created DiTonto's Twitter account (you see, Adubs and I have been fake tweeting her anyway, so why not?). It's pretty great. Or I am just an asshole. EVERYONE SHOULD BE ON TWITTER. And then follow these Los Angelenos:

Adubs_
ditonto
bacasandusky
adamwescott
neatoida

(I would link to their pages but I am feeling exceptionally lazy today. So just search for them or something, okay?)

I'm Not Like Other Girls

Hi, did you miss me?

This is a conversation I had this morning with a co-worker from a different department, while we were both riding the elevator up to our floor:

Me: "You're late."
Him: "So are you."
Me: "Yeah but [name redacted] isn't here this week, and she's the only one who cares."
Him: "Oh yeah, is she on her honeymoon still?"
Me: "I guess so."
Him: "Where did they go?"
Me: "Um. I don't know. Maybe Mexico? I think..."
Him: "You think? Don't you girls talk about this kind of stuff?"
Me: "I'm not like other girls." Followed by a smirk.
Him: Laughter.

Well... it's true!

The Only Thing Left I Want to Say About Michael Jackson

This jam is awesome, and totally underrated:

COLD CUTS

I'd like to openly discuss the fact that I haven't eaten cold cuts in quite sometime, but then I started eating them again. And THEY ARE DELICIOUS. Today I paired a fine Genoa Salami with some Provolone slices and some water crackers. A glorious lunch, I must say.

bringing STAMOS to the workplace

It's taking a lot of self control right now to NOT send out the following email to my ENTIRE COMPANY:

Dear Colleagues,

From hence forth I shall be STAMOS.

Regards,
Stamos

I mean I was thinking the other day, why is it that people at work don't call me Stamos? The majority of my friends do. Hell, even DiTonto's parents call me Stamos! My cubemate (side note: need a better term to express the dude who sits next to me) calls me Stamos, but with a long A... you know like the Spanish Stamos. Which is funny. But not the STAMOS I think of. But it works.

Although there are a fair amount of people who just call me by my last name, which apparently is one of those last names that begs for last-name calling. I dig it.

Interestingly, the only people I am okay with calling me Ann are some of my friends from Maine, the ones who I've known forever. For some reason, when they call me Ann it doesn't bother me like it would if someone else did... but I prefer Annie... okay, I prefer STAMOS.

And don't you forget it.

Some Wednesday Nostalgia

Rather than post a video for today's nostalgia piece, I'd like to take a journey back to explore some of the sickest toys that little girls comme moi loved in the 80s. For example: Lady Lovely Locks. And don't forget her pixie tails!

Now to be honest, I can't quite recall if I watched the cartoon or just had the doll or what but I have some very distinct memories of this flaxen haired maiden and those lecherous pixie things. Okay, so they weren't lecherous but in my memories they latched right into her hair there. Aren't pixies supposed to live in the forest and save trees or something? Like Fern Gully?

Hello! Hello! It's me!

Oh hello there. Ah yes, I am at long last posting after the long holiday weekend. It's taken me longer than normal to consider getting around to a weekend recap. This is mostly due to the fact that I've spent the entire day in a groggy haze. Motivation levels have been low, as well as actual productivity. However, I like to think of Mondays as my free pass--the day when it's okay to be a little bit of a disaster because come Tuesday I'll have all my shit together.

At least that's what I tell myself.

My Fourth of July weekend was full of freedom, friends, family (well, not mine) and buckets of fun. Truly. It's been especially fun because DiTonto's parents have been staying with us since Thursday, and we've all decided it would be great to have parents living with us always. Funny how in high school that would have been the last thing I would have wanted. But since they've been in town it's been a non stop frenzy of delicious food and hilarity. Mostly because they call DiTonto "Peanut." I love these family names. One of my best friends' from home's family calls her Munchie or Munch which is just the greatest thing ever. Speaking of nicknames, even DiTonto's parents call me Stamos.

A Middlebury friend was in town over the weekend to "crush the scene" for a lot of "epicocity" (his lingo, not mine) and it made me want to just steal away all my friends from college and bring them all to LA and have them all live within 5 miles of me and then everything would be perfect. But I supposes that's what college was, and now we must settle for the occasional visit.

The highlight of the weekend was probably DiTonto's parents picking up their intoxicated daughter and 10 of her friends Saturday night. It really feels good to get spoiled every now and then.

Trainwreck?

In re-reading the below post I'd like to apologize for being a trainwreck. Forgive me, my nervous excitement for the Fourth of July long weekend is clearly overwhelming.

And now for something completely different:

Amadou et Mariam Feat. M - Masitéladi (directors' cut) from laurent Gillot on Vimeo.

Talking to Myself

I'm brain dead.

In other news, I am LOVING my new iPhone software update. Why? Because I am a geek. No really, why? Because I am obsessed with the new app for voice memos (see? GEEK). When I am driving to/from work I find it's sometimes when I am at my most brilliant. Not really. I just tend to think of 900 things and rather than get myself in yet another car accident I talk to myself. AKA I speak into my iPhone.

Recently I verbally outlined my latest screenplay. Oh you didn't hear? I'm writing a screenplay (I'm not). It's going to be a must-see.

Let's get real: I talk to myself. I do. It's usually unintentional but this hand iPhone app has given me the means and the way (in this sentence was that redundancy? I told you I was brain dead).

I'm wearing a Lilly Pullitzer top today that my grandmother bought me four years ago and I have never, ever worn until this very day. That doesn't happen often.

I have holiday-itis. Can you tell?