tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51439929550629184432024-03-13T09:52:27.390-07:00StaceySantiago.comStacey Santiagohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166054771475799708noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143992955062918443.post-9174289804920178992012-01-26T19:43:00.000-08:002012-01-26T19:46:19.350-08:00The last of the Shit Girls Say!!<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p5TKKGap_aY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Stacey Santiagohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166054771475799708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143992955062918443.post-51537328352807458822012-01-23T11:14:00.000-08:002012-01-23T11:20:26.412-08:00Hair today, gone tomorrowAuditioned for an Old Navy commercial a few days ago. I walked into the waiting room and there were three familiar faces, faces I was once acquainted with from the audition circuit in New York. I felt at home! Yea! New York has come to me! Then I remembered...these faces are the faces that beat me out of almost every commercial featuring black girls with curly hair. Maybe I should straighten my hair.Stacey Santiagohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166054771475799708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143992955062918443.post-71099943467080244012012-01-19T18:26:00.000-08:002012-01-19T18:38:45.583-08:00My Thursday Pick-me-upWhen I want to blame everyone else for my troubles, I remember that it's The Boogie's fault.<div><br /></div><div><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mkBS4zUjJZo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div>Stacey Santiagohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166054771475799708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143992955062918443.post-44257739015614025732012-01-18T18:34:00.000-08:002012-01-18T21:07:03.200-08:00Top 10 most awkwardly embarrasing Stacey moments<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8DKNjjbjdhERh5ib88EUJDk0ERVa76tyui1aCdJVrlO9PC_wipTVKSz4h6SJ6Di8lPxAUg1ND73Bz7EjVS1xPx6JY49cSdOxz7gJN0PyRog02iA4FYCgkAcsyUKZ48IKm5fngWOAhqrQ/s1600/n685216882_674178_1833.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8DKNjjbjdhERh5ib88EUJDk0ERVa76tyui1aCdJVrlO9PC_wipTVKSz4h6SJ6Di8lPxAUg1ND73Bz7EjVS1xPx6JY49cSdOxz7gJN0PyRog02iA4FYCgkAcsyUKZ48IKm5fngWOAhqrQ/s320/n685216882_674178_1833.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699203966798456690" /></a><br />10. Taking a back seat at a new church for afternoon service and discovering I'm at a funeral.<div>9. Walking by the casket to see who the party's for.</div><div>8. Popping an Altoid thinking it's "E" and waiting for the high that never came. My breath was curiously fresh</div><div>7. Being told to take off my socks to get a pedicure. I wasn't wearing socks.</div><div>6. Getting pelted by my own tampons after opening the overhead bin on a crowded flight.</div><div>5. First Grade, Second Grade, Third Grade,... Fourth Grade, Fifth Grade, Sixth Grade...etc.</div><div>4. Refusing to serve alcohol to a pregnant woman who wasn't so pregnant after all.</div><div>3. Being taken on a 1st date to Guy's dad's birthday party.</div><div>2. Unintentionally belching a manly"Hi" in Guy's dad's face as we shake hands. (There were no further dates.)</div><div>1. My unattainable high school crush greets me with an enthusiastic "Hey!" I blush and squeal "Hey!" He hugs the girl behind me.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Stacey Santiagohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166054771475799708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143992955062918443.post-50404380832606665032011-09-14T13:49:00.000-07:002011-09-14T13:59:39.443-07:00Top 9 ways to take your Job down in ashes<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:usemarginsfordrawinggridorigin/> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>(Why 9? I couldn’t think of 10)</i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">9.Follow a crush across the country and look for work in his town.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hey, never leave the possibility of true love on the table. Even if you have to hide under his table, or in his bushes, or club him over the head to get it.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">8. Accept a job you know you’ll eventually hate.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Don’t confuse the impulse to vomit on your way to work that first morning with first-day jitters…or pregnancy. If your gut tells you something’s not right about your decision, RUN!<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">7. Just as the employment deal is being sealed, announce you’re an actor and need flexibility to attend auditions.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">To bosses (even t.v. executives) actors might as well be carriers of the monkey virus. Keep that tidbit to yourself and enlist the next no-no on the list which is….<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">6. Take a “Mental Day” or two…or twelve over the course of a year.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Work is stressful- especially when you’re trying to duck out of it. Take a mental day and don’t miss that recital, golf game, US Open Final or…audition.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">5. Dare to be less wrinkled and more “bubbly” than your tenured female co-anchor.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Before there was the Real Housewives...<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>there was The Real News Anchors. Female anchors are catty. Especially aging female anchors. Stay out of the path of her 10,000 watt stage light and she’ll be fine.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">4. Request every major holiday off at the last minute and claim “but I already bought my ticket!”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Bosses usually back off on this one if they know you’ve spent all of your paltry paycheck on a plane ticket. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">3. Sleep with an unpopular coworker the first week on the job .<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Week One you bedded down with Mr. Chatty, Smiley, Laid -Back coworker. After a month you realized he’s actually gossipy, two-faced and lazy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Unless you like being the topic of work gossip keep it moving.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> 2. </span>Spill drinks on the boss and blame it on the “new medication”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Whether at the office holiday party or serving Mr. Reise, the owner of the Reise empire of restaurants in NYC, spilling drinks is a one-way ticket to job purgatory.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">1. In the morning meeting respond to coworkers’ ideas with “That’s So Racist.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">White Guilt hit a sharp decline after the election of Pres. Obama. However, according to, uh, the Internet White Statistics Foundation, white people everywhere are still capable of being guilted by accusations of being called “racist.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Thankfully they have “The Help” as a means of diffuse that guilt.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Stacey Santiagohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166054771475799708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143992955062918443.post-57976477536315080442011-09-10T09:03:00.000-07:002011-09-10T09:07:50.443-07:00Funny Video of the day. Have Relaxing one!<a href="http://youtu.be/598IdFlOXcQ">http://youtu.be/598IdFlOXcQ</a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Stacey Santiagohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166054771475799708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143992955062918443.post-55235250447677090132011-09-08T18:32:00.000-07:002011-09-08T18:38:06.451-07:00Welcome to New York: My 9/11 Experience<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">As we approach the 10th anniversary of 9/11 I long to be back in Manhattan, the city that welcomed me, tested me and took care of me even when she needed to be taken care of in days, weeks and years following That day. I had just relocated to Manhattan a mere six days prior to September 11, 2001. I was as excited as anyone at the prospect of living a Big City life and NYC was truly the center of the universe for me. The World Trade Center could be seen from almost any street, any avenue in Manhattan. They cast a long shadow and I longed to visit Windows on the World, the restaurant that sat at the very top of the North Tower. I had been in the city only two days and was already taking the towers for granted. "They'll always be there" I thought when I made a mental note of when I might plan my visit. For I didn't want to go and be a tourist, I wanted a REASON to be at the WTC...maybe covering a news story there, an interview with someone prominent at the WTC, anything that would distinguish me from the average "visitor." Ironically, it was the visitors to our city who would prop us up and keep up going when our economy and morale were in its darkest.<div>On That morning, I was on the border of the West Village and Chelsea doing the Alternate Side of the Street Parking dance and listening to Howard Stern when he abruptly changed to topic of his raunchy conversation to report that "a plane has struck" one of the WTC towers. Being that it was Howard Stern, I thought to myself "what a tacky joke." I parked my car walked towards Seventh Avenue. People were frozen, facing downtown with hands over mouth. I looked in the same direction and saw an enormous fireball and black smoke billowing from the upper floors. I was maybe two miles or closer to what had not yet become known as Ground Zero. I remembered sirens were suddenly omnipresent, horns, fire engines, time seemed to have stopped. I'm not sure how much time passed before my next memory of blinking and seeing a flash of the second plane then then billowing black smoke...and then the sound traveled..like thunder. Honestly, I don't have much of a memory of what happened next other than I started walking TOWARDS the chaos. The reporter in me needed to jump into the fray. I made it as far as fourth street, I think, when the first towers sank...quietly it seemed until the a few seconds later, the roar traveled uptown. I stopped. I stood there until I was being passed by one dust-covered refugee after another. Someone touched my shoulder and said "you should walk the other way." </div><div>I've never walked the other way in my life. I tend jump right in head first into everything; sometimes with great consequences...other times not so much so. In hindsight, I'm amazed at how much resilience I had while living in New York. I never cried a day over my circumstances and I always bounced back from the emotional and financial hardships 9/11 caused me personally and the hardships I put myself through. That's what I miss about being a "New Yorker" the community, the camaraderie and the way we bounced back-together. I hope with the opening of the 9/11 memorial and the continuing rebirth of the World Trade Center site, there will be some sense of closure, some sense of peace for those who were deeper in soot than I that day and for those who lost more than I that day. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span>Stacey Santiagohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166054771475799708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143992955062918443.post-1635492057544681712011-04-20T14:43:00.000-07:002011-04-20T14:54:00.244-07:00Hump Day RoundupI don't know if it's too much coffee, the Abilify I'm taking or just general anxiety, but I have this undercurrent of anticipation of something BIG just around bend.<div>Just auditioned for the CBS 2 Traffic Reporter's position. If I book it'll mean at least three months of steady work with a great paycheck. It'll mean I'll spend three months learning something brand new for me and best of all, it's a performance/informational job which I find to be the very best tailoring of my skills.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also lately, thinking a lot about mortality. I'm at an age now where it's now...or not too far from now if I want to produce children. If I don't, will I regret it? If I do...will I regret it? Regret nothing.</div><div><br /></div><div>There are a lot of good people in the world doing big work. Am I doing big enough work?</div><div><br /></div><div>Today has been a relatively low-key one. A visit to the orthodontist...I've been in invisalign braces for nearly a year and a half now. Teeth are looking good...no complaints other than the expected annoyance of wearing them.</div><div>Submitting myself on auditions and thinking of ways to promote my film. Gotta' go out of the box...but how?</div><div><br /></div><div>In one month I'll either be working in the Windy or the Big Apple-God-willing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Open to suggestions on how I can be of better service.</div>Stacey Santiagohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166054771475799708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143992955062918443.post-74411948479766246882010-12-29T09:59:00.000-08:002010-12-29T10:02:50.828-08:00See How I Transformed My Body<b>I spent 10 weeks in training with Mr. Tae Bo himself, Billy Blanks in preparation for the release of his newest Tae Bo addition; PT 24/7. About 30 of us went through the fire and you can see the results for yourself. </b><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PqcQAn3suOQ">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PqcQAn3suOQ</a></div>Stacey Santiagohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166054771475799708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143992955062918443.post-18499700565421669302010-12-07T16:32:00.000-08:002010-12-07T16:38:04.455-08:00Halway Where? Poster Released<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwD5L9Kh9UVXMixp819gHMmdsQxE_yhoYghm8bcq6pnSXtA4dahRoW_G1AGUxtHQ9jfsHCDqOaL9gzqO-yGmt0VLYcJ1PmVm4dzD8EMQas0DeBc7xiGUv89WN7j7GhI7gtC3nOj7OIR4/s1600/HW+fb+Poster.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwD5L9Kh9UVXMixp819gHMmdsQxE_yhoYghm8bcq6pnSXtA4dahRoW_G1AGUxtHQ9jfsHCDqOaL9gzqO-yGmt0VLYcJ1PmVm4dzD8EMQas0DeBc7xiGUv89WN7j7GhI7gtC3nOj7OIR4/s320/HW+fb+Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548104208916523794" /></a><br />Hello there!<div><br /></div><div>We have released the poster to my film, "Halfway Where?" to be viewed by the public. This is part of our press kit. The excitement of us is building as we approach the completion of the post-production process. </div><div><br /></div><div>Also, I have been scratching my comedy itch for a few months now. I'm participating in Open Mic comedy nights and competed in my first comedy show last night.</div><div>It was a blast!</div><div><br /></div><div>Stay tuned, there is much more on the way!</div>Stacey Santiagohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166054771475799708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143992955062918443.post-1796585150141699132010-07-30T16:33:00.000-07:002010-07-30T17:37:40.627-07:00Please support my new film!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>I've written a project in which I'm starring and co-producing a film called "Halfway Where...?" It's a funny, faith-based drama about a sober woman who checks into a rehab house for the cheap bed and befriends the neighborhood crackheads in rehab there.<br /><br />This is more than a festival showcase piece for me and the cast. It's also giving actual at-risk residents of Safe Passage, a drug/alcohol rehab facility in the notorious Crenshaw district work experience with a professional film crew. The funds we raise will pay for the film crew and locations.<br /><br />Art is a collaborative effort, which I'm sure you know. So please take a moment to go to the fundraising site and donate what you can</i></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 15.6px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: 22.464px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 26.9568px; "><code style="font-size: 1.2em; "><a href="http://www.indiegogo.com/Halfway-Where">http://</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 26.9568px; "><a href="http://www.indiegogo.com/Halfway-Where">www.indiegogo.com/Halfway-Where</a></span></code></span></i></span></i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br />Although your donation is not tax deductible, it is a gift that will pay forward in dividends to those with substance abuse issues in Safe Passage.<br /><br />I hope you're having the best day ever!</i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div></div>Stacey Santiagohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166054771475799708noreply@blogger.com