The Face of Dayton's CW?

I seem to have this odd ability to get caught up in spontaneous situations... whether it be meeting LA Laker and Dancing with The Stars Icon Rick Fox in the Bahamas and accidentally bringing up his ex-wife and Ugly Betty star, Vanessa Williams, getting hit by a car while walking on a sidewalk in Australia, making friends with a NYPD-er and being escorted to a good spot in Times Square for NYE, or one of the more random, having Monster.com call me and ask me to apply to be Alicia Keys' head blogger for iamasuperwoman.com where I ended up becoming a quarter-finalist.

I have one to add to the ever-growing list of antics and adventures.

Last week, I was sitting in Miami Valley Hospital chomping on Chipotle (which is undoubtedly the best thing you can ever consume) as I was waiting for my best friend, Chelsea to get out of an appendectomy. I sat in the cold waiting room dividing my time between making up ridiculous reasons for why my waiting room compadres were... waiting, and watching my girl, Tyra Banks interview some women who had habits and cravings of eating anything from toilet paper, laundry detergent, and even the scabs off their head. Yea... at that point, my obsession with and the frequency of my consumption of Chipotle didn't seem that drastic.

All that to say, at a commercial break my eyes were drawn to an explosion of lime green and opportunity in the form of an open audition to be "THE DAYTON CW STAR." They said they were looking with someone with "charisma, style, and swagga" to be the face of the station. I was intrigued. How could I not? For those of you who know me, you know how accurately they were describing me :-)



Now, for those of you who may not know me... I promise, I'm not one of THOSE people who just see a random shot at "15 minutes of fame" and show up, streamers flyin' and guns blazin' to try and get some attention, but for whatever reason I felt like I needed to be at that audition.

After leaving the hospital (Chelsea's disgruntled appendix was successfully removed, if you were concerned), I spent the next 2 days contemplating going. Some unfortunate scheduling and paperwork issues almost kept me from going, but I couldn't get over the voice saying "GIRLLLL, whatcha got to lose? It's not like you're afraid to talk to people!" I couldn't argue with that stellar sense of reasoning, and Saturday morning Charmaine and I headed out to the Greene.


I was the 4th person to infiltrate the army of lime green shirted staff in The Funny Bone's showroom. As I entered in and stood on an oversized green chicken pock on the floor in front of a groovy little backdrop, I prepped for my little "1 minute plea." The website had suggested we plan a speel and as a university speech instructor, I understand the importance of hitting your time limits. They didn't seem as concerned as one of the smiling judges stopped me about 40 seconds in (I told you I prepped), and said "So you know I have ask you...show me some moves." I had in my blurb alluded to the fact I am a dancer and choreographer but didn't necessarily expect to be asked to prove it. Not that it was a problem... I quickly broke into a piece of "Thriller" and then did a little "Whip My Hair" type moves. See me on the highlight video!

They laughed. Of course. I'm entertaining :-)

After doing a quick liner for the cameras touting "I am Daytons CW First Star!" I headed to the exit where the staffer holding the door was still chuckling and said "That was fantastic!"

Then it was over. As quickly as it started. Leaving me to wonder how it went.

That's until this evening when my phone started singing "Strongerrrr that yesterdayyyy" and I saw an unknown number. I picked it up and received a greeting from 2 screaming individuals. My response? "And who is this?" (Maybe I should have been more coy... enh, not a trait I have...) It was DaytonCW informing me I was one of 25 semi-finalists. From my understanding, that means I compete online for votes with them to fill the final "finals" spot.

What does this mean? I may soon become THAT person who is excruciatingly throwing out pleas for online votes and showing up hardcore in your mini-feed. Yah, annoying I know... but I mean, this could be cool.

I am a fan of spontaneity... so here's to the next right hook in my fight against a mediocre life :-)

The Juice is LOOSE!

How did y’all spend your Saturday night? I ventured out of my quaint, little village of Cedarville with my friend Charmaine to head to Coshocton, Ohio to see an OCW match.

What is OCW you ask? And why would I be there?

Well, OCW is Ohio Championship Wrestling and I was there because it was my brother’s debut match. And by my brother, I mean Juice Jennings, the blue ribbon rocker.

Ever since… ever… my brother, Anthony has LOVED wrestling. He grew up following WWF like it was his job. And when I say that, I mean like, we ALWAYS watched it, were constantly heading to Time Warner to get a box so we could watch Pay-Per-View events, and even went to several live events. In our Easter baskets, we loved our candy and all, but our favorite thing was seeing WWF tickets. True Story.

Anyway, starting in 4^th grade he competed in wrestling at school up to his senior year when he was a state qualifier. In addition to that, in high school, my brother and a bunch of his friends started “ETW” Extreme Trampoline Wrestling and put on crazy events that hit backyards all over Stark County. It was crazy… but awesome.

Ok, back to the present. So Charmaine and I travel 2.5 hrs down some crazy, pitch-black-afraid-we’re-in-a-horror-movie back highways to reach this place in seemingly, the middle of nowhere.

When we got there, Char and I were trying to feel it out. Of course, having watched wrestling my entire life, I had an idea of what may be to come. Char on the other hand… haha…. Had quite an experience coming.

Enjoy the following videos.. you'll feel like you're there... minus the stench of sweat and delivered pizza.

Please direct your attention to the cheesy announcer.

Char's first glance at this world...

Then, who doesn't wish they had a grandfather with a dual-grey-braided-beard that adorned an ensemble of hot pink fringe shorts with "YOUR HERO" written on his bee-hind? Oh yah, that then suffered an extreme wedgie. I mean... I'm telling ya- classic entertainment, my weekend.

Then came JUICE!!

He blew into the ring making his debut and he pretty much tore up his scrawny, yet pregnant looking opponent.

Yah, I bet you wish your brother was as cool as mine.