My Year Of Jesus

I celebrated a birthday yesterday. Not just any birthday. My birthday. So I’m writing this for really two reasons:

  1. It seems as good of a time as any to hop back on ye olde familiar blogging wagon. Hello again, dear friend.
  2. I’d like you to please wish me happy birthday. Love me? VALIDATE ME?

Without giving away my age, it was a pretty exciting birthday because it makes me as old as Jesus was when he emerged on the miracle scene. If you really need to know my age, pull out a handy dandy Bible and you’ll quickly find your answer. Life Hack: You can also Google.

The last year of my life was a profound one. I married a kick ass dude. We added to our ever-growing dog family. I filmed a stand up special. I booked a lead in a pilot. I finally broke down and committed to a career I’ve wanted to do forever. In between, I yoga-ed my face off.

The truth is, I was looking forward to my last year for a long time. I was told years ago by a psychic I trust that that particular year would be a big one for me. I had high hopes for it. It lived up to them. Mostly.

But what I hadn’t thought about years ago when I got whispers that that particular year in my life would be a big one was what would happen after it. I supposed in my head I thought, well after that year, my life will be perfect and everything I ever hoped for will fall into place and I’ll finally be satisfied.

Yesterday was my birthday. (You: Happy birthday! Me: OMG Thank you for FINALLY saying something!) Well, I’m now in no-man’s land of prophecies. No psychic told me what would happen in this year. And, though my last year was a major success on many fronts, I’m not yet where I figured I would be by now.

When I first realized this a few weeks ago, I got mopey. Maybe it was the July heat. Maybe it was the stars. Maybe it was what Steven Pressfield calls “The Dragon of Resistance” attacking slyly. Whatever it was, I was mopey and felt really sorry for myself. And, as a result, did very little to really sprint to the finish line of that year. Mostly, I ate ice cream, let my yoga practice fall by the wayside, and scrolled around social media wondering why certain people were getting breaks I wasn’t. All in all, an underwhelming finish to a spectacular marathon of a year.

Despite the fact that this past year was major and wonderful on so many fronts, I still got mopey and kicked myself for not being the most famous comedy superstar on the planet yet.

Then I got thinking about Jesus. And I thought, next year I’ll be as old as Jesus when he was being all Jesus’y. And I realized, “My god, I mean, Jesus Christ, Briana, Jesus was just a carpenter until he was your age. This is your chance to make miracles like him.”

Now let me pause…and denote that I’m pausing by inserting a paragraph…with multiple ellipses…

I’m not a religious person. I’m a big fan of Jesus. I’m also a fan of Krishna, Buddha, and Mother Nature, among other admirable icons. My point being, my choice to be inspired by Jesus doesn’t come from an intensely religious place. It comes from a genuine admiration for people who have positively changed the course of history by living their truth so fully they become almost larger than life.

To me, that’s what Jesus can represent if you want.

For me, Jesus’ age reminds me that in order to truly make miracles, you’ve got to take time to train yourself to get there. As much as my ego (and fear) may want me to believe that I’ve been at this for so long and I’ve been working so hard and yada yada yada, even the son of God needed a few decades to get his sh*t together.

So I’m dubbing this year my Jesus year. I’m going to share about it here, if you want to tune in. I want to make miracles. Ideally, most of them involving turning a lot of water into wine because, you know, it’s wine.

Also, yesterday was my birthday. Please tell me happy birthday and that I’m special.

Thanks.

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Happy Birthday, Padre

Today is my dad’s birthday. I’ve talked about how much I adore this man and his incredible creativity and sense of humor before.

In honor of his birthday, I’ve published live one of my latest creations from one of my strangest characters. Check out “Meet Zee: Documentary of a Weirdo” live online now.

I don’t mind if you don’t get her. She’s not for everyone. And I know my dad will love it. And that’s all I care about.

Love you daddy. Now enjoy your weirdo daughter.

Mommy Birfday

Today is the celebration of the birth of my awesome mother. photo

I wrote an article about her called “My Momma” for mother’s day this past year.

If you haven’t read it, you should. She’s a spectacular human being and I love her dearly and am glad to have another excuse to celebrate her.

Also, mommy, if you’re reading this- my card will be late. I’m still recovering a bit from #ParentalDownpour and was behind on things so I forgot to send it. Consider this your card til you get it, ok?

Ok I love you bye bye!

Happy Birthday, TMI!

I’ve been doing shows with a group called TMI Hollywood for almost two years now. Since they started in August of 2012.tmi

Sunday, they celebrate these two years of incredible humor, hard work, and lots of ridiculous sillies.

For two years, they’ve booked a guest host and put up a completely new show every single week based on the celebrity gossip and Hollywood happenings in the past week. It takes an incredible amount of hard work and dedication to run this well-oiled (usually) machine.

I lucked out when I went to that audition and lucked out to snag a spot in that cast. I’ve been even luckier to have stuck with it for the past two years and continue to be a part of the ever-growing and extremely talented community.

If you’re around LA on Sunday, August 10, come check out the show at the Second City Hollywood.

If you’re not, they always stream them live online at the website (and then upload the full show video to YouTube the next day).

And there’s always awesome pictures on their Facebook page and great tweets on their Twitter.

I’m grateful to know them and to get to work and play with them constantly.

Happy birthday, my obnoxious comedy lovers. Here’s to many more!

My BOP

Saturday, Feb 22 is my bestest friend in the entire world’s birthday.bop

I don’t often talk about her in blog form. But she’s been one of the most important people and constant support systems in my life.

If you ever hear me talk about how grateful I am for the inspiring, loving, supportive people in my life, you better believe she’s at the top of that list.

She’s a jet pilot and a devoted wife and a disciplined athlete and a brave badass and a talented skiier and an inspiration. Just to name a few roles she plays any given day.

I like to make people laugh. And I love to make both strangers and loved ones laugh. But there is no happiness or satisfaction I get more in any aspect of my life than making that chick laugh.

She works her butt off every single day. People sometimes compliment my  work ethic. And while I appreciate it, I’m nothing compared to this woman. She’s does more in one day before I wake up than I can do in an entire week. I’ve never heard her make an excuse for anything or anyone in the 20+ years I’ve known her.

We don’t talk every day. Because we don’t have to. We know we’re always there for each other. No matter what.

We call each other BOP. I’d tell you why, but it’s a story about us. And this is about her.

I adore her. She’s my favorite person on the planet. She’s my best friend, my chosen sister, my biggest fan, my unconditional support system, and my daily inspiration.

I hope you’re lucky enough to have a best friend like her in your life.

But you can’t have her. She’s already taken, buddy, so back off.

Happiest of Birthdays, Bop.

Love,

Bop

Ab Pic for Lil Wayne

As promised, last Friday for Lil Wayne’s birthday, I uploaded a picture of myself next to Weezy and Tupac.  Since this blog was the first to know about it, I wanted to make sure I shared it with you.

Happy Bday WeezyMy abs look aite. They’re not at Weezy level of strength or definition yet, but they don’t look all that bad. Good lighting, angles and filters help of course. But, for those of you who have read any other article on this blog, you know that I consider my stomach my weak point. So I’m pretty proud of the fact that I’m slowly but surely turning it into a strength.

I think the look on my face really makes the pic anyway.

And in case you’re wondering, I wrote “HAPPY BDAY WEEZY” on my stomach.

And in case you’re wondering, this is for my character personality B-Eazy (@BEazyHipHop).

And in case you’re wondering, yes, I might be insane.

 

BIRTHDAY!

This next podcast should actually come out on time because it’s time-sensitive because it’s my birthday and it’s themed BIRTHDAY so I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure it gets out on time even if it means being really sleepy on my birthday because I stayed up too late working on the “BIRTHDAY” podcast but that’s what it’s all about and this is a run on sentence but if you listen to the podcast, that’s how I talk anyway except I talk really enthusiastically so if I were to properly translate that to typing it would be all caps but that would seem like I’m yelling at you when I’m really not I’m just super excited!!!!