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I just got some really cool and exciting news!!! I'm gonna be in a commercial. How cool is that??? One of our clients works for a television station here in town and she said that when the commercial came up she immediately thought of me. She said I would have a line or two and that I would be so cute in it. LOL I'm 39 years old and still thought of as cute. Is this a good thing? Ok...maybe it is. I'll accept it. I'm all excited about this. The commercial will not only be playing in Yakima...where I live...but in other towns as well. :) How about being in a commercial to show someone that my life has taken a turn for the better??? Go me...go me...go go go me....:)
No...it doesn't pay but it will be exposure and getting my voice and face in front of the production guys so who knows...I may end up doing more of these things. Not so much my face...that is too frightening even for me to think of. The voice thing though? Definately. I was going to intern for a radio station when I was in Wenatchee but it didn't pay. When I was offered a full time job that actually paid...well I had to turn down the internship and be a productive member of society. :( Bummed me out. I so totally wanted to be a radio personality aka DJ. I've been asked on more than one occasion to be a DJ but just never did it. I have one of those airport lady voices. LOL
I'm not saying this will lead anywhere but it's going to be a lot of fun. I'll just enjoy the ride. :)

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