Another birthday . Another pair of boots.


I celebrated my 35th birthday this past week. Yup . I said it. 35. Halfway to 70. A woman. And I’m not ashamed to admit my age. Although I cringe at times. But I actually feel amazing. Especially when, this week the sales lady at a cosmetic counter where I was looking at serums, exfoliants and face peels (OH MY!) asked me, “Are you 19 yet?” BOOM! She got the biggest gold star I have ever given out to ANYONE!!! They may be invisible. But heck! THEY ARE GOLD!!!!  I will unabashedly admit that I am blessed with fantastic genetics. I’m not being cocky. I’m just saying it how it is. My grandfather is 89, he looks 70. My father is in his 60’s he looks 55 (dad I hope you are reading this “gloat”) I think by the time I’m 45, I’ll actually look 35. Some say at this age I’d be a cougar. But I beg to differ. A cheetah. Sounds a little less harsh. And cheetahs still got there spunk and energyyyyyyyyy! So I must be doing something right. And in the entertainment business where looks seem to be everything these days, I knock on wood every single day that I still look like a teenage boy on camera…giving me a few years. I’m not gonna give credit to drinking lots of water, instead I’ll give credit to laughing. ALOT. Smiling ALOT. Flirting ALOT And yes… crying ALOT. Keeps me feeling young, the tear ducts are healthy, and salt water quenches the skin (I made that part up) I’ll be honest, I wasn’t excited this year. I started beating myself up on “where I feel I should be in life”, “What I haven’t accomplished as of yet”, “Why I’m still working these joe jobs”, but then foolishly shook that off. Never ask “Why” doe doe head. Instead I embraced all the fantastical things that I have accomplished thus far as a young chicken. And remind myself that certain things will give you the money to do what you want full time. And hopefully have creative control over them too. So, What is it about a “time line” that we so heavily rely on?? I’m leave that up to Facebook. This is a year of definite change. A lot of seeds are planted out there and a lot of amazing things are happening and unfolding. I may not see them yet but I am fully ready for when they bloom my way. Some I can’t talk about as of yet and others I will share when the time is right. But in the mean time I have graciously wrote down what I am proud of to remind myself of all the good that is here and that I am on the right track. The night before my birthday I bought myself some roses and popped open my iPhoto where I keep a section called, “THE GOOD OL DAYS”. Snap shots from photo albums at my parents home from the 70’s. Nostalgia sets in and I cried like a fool while laughing at the innocence of such a young little “peanut” as my dad called me as a baby. Weighing in at 3 lbs that nick name still holds. I had it good. And I still do. Lots of LOVE . FRIENDSHIPS . FAMILY . CREATIVITY . HEALTH. LIFE. and oh so much more! And sure, we always do want more. And sure, we beat ourselves up. But for what? We do what we can and the rest is up to wherever our adventures lead us. It’s amazing how the word YES and how our actions will take us on unknown adventures. I think that’s part of why I love being an actor, I never know what’s next and when it comes I tackle it from a place of play. Some challenging, some testing but overall they work out as planned. I’ve learned to keep my blinders on, ignore the ignorance of others, and continue to listen to the burning feeling that tells me to “keep on trucking”. Cause when I focus on myself and commend the good I do it makes me feel fantastic. Smiling at the days that past I was more excited to wake up the next morning and celebrate my life as a 35 year young woman. And that’s what I did. I woke up, got out of bed, stretched my arms and yelled, “FUCK YA ! I’M FUCKING 35!” …got on with my day..embraced all the well wishes, celebrated with close friends and bought myself another pair of boots. Hey! The one thing that makes me feel different every day are what I wear on my feel. And the fact that I’m starting to get bunions, well that opens a whole level in the shoe world. No, not orthotics (I can’t face that yet) But that face that I need good quality footwear. Most of the time quality equals quantity in my books. And whatever else makes me feel delicious, sexy, creative, flirty, cheeky, confident, passionate, excitable, fiery and endure the game of life! And yes, a gal needs to splurge once in a while. Even if one of those splurges aside from boots is skin care. Because soon (and by soon I mean another 25 years) I’ll be earning my spots. GRACIOUSLY – CS XX Image Already practicing in the mirror. Image My ability to not stay still started at a young age. My dad is wearing a very cool vintage button down. He probably still has it. I, on the other hand wish I owned that onesy. Image I look like a boy (to the left in pink) although you probably knew I was a girl (in the pink). A bottle of milk and my papa’s “Italian dog bones” always kept me happy. As you can see by my smile. My brother to the right (an actual boy). Image I look like a boy. My mom decided to keep my hair short. Thanks. They called me “Trouble” just like the game. Image Still looking like a boy (in red) Thanks. My brother to the left (an actual boy) But the beginning of my artistic adventures as a girl. Notice how I can paint and stare right into the camera. Talent. Image SR. Kindergarden. I look like a little girl. I love this picture. When I have a bad day I look at it and it reminds me of the cheeky monkey that I still am. Impeccable style too I may ad. Image The 35 year old woman that I was talking about. I still got it. Even with my tongue out. Cheers to a new year! And Play every chance you get! Cause that my friends….is what it’s all about. images


The Compromising Couple.

A TRUE STORY. You do things for people because you love them. Sometimes you go on an 8 mile hike up a mountain. This hike happens to be on the side of a cliff. There are gusting winds. En route, your tiny tater tot almost gets gouged off by a branch. I’m not talking about a twig, I’m talking about a bamboo like branch with spikes. Curse words fly in the open air. IE) “for FU&^%K sake I didn’t sign up for this!!”. It feels amazing to shout it out at the top of your lungs. At one point you hug the side of a mountain. There is water streaming down your entire body and you are holding on for dear life. You declare, in your loud the-atre voice, “I’d rather quote a Shakespearean monologue than kiss this ledge” or you just go ahead and bid “farewell thee…” but you don’t remember the rest of the soliloquy. Your loved one isn’t in the mood for a comedy routine. You slip in a creek, pull something under your knee cap, stop at a beach for a snack and notice cats appearing out of nowhere. “What the hell beach is this?” you ask…3….4… 8 of these rat like furry creatures lurk towards you. You have the best movie idea ever. This could be, “Cat Beach”. The latest Steven King film. I would like to see this made. I will star in it as the non cat loving woman who gets possessed. This has NEVER been done before. I love horror films. You wipe out on a trail. A few inches closer and you would fall and swim with the sharks. You crouch against a huge rock when 4 beautiful gazelles (women) just dance up the mountain of rocks with their “toe runners” sporting not a smudge of dirt. You mumble, “Meh”. You and your loved one do a quadruple take and ask at the exact same time, “Did that just happen?” Muddy as a pig in poop, you slowly rise and say, “those are the ugliest toe runner shoes whatever they are..ever”. He says, “You have quinoa on the side of your face”. And as per usual you get the last few words in, “You have a boner”. A dinosaur tramples through the tropical jungle (I made that part up). You wipe the drool on the side of their mouth because that’s what you do for them. He keeps asking, “Where did they go? Maybe we should go back and swim again.” All you hear is a buzzing sound. It’s not a fly. You film 60 Second Tips With Sicoli. You take a wrong turn and walk through boulders. You stand alone in the middle of a strong current staring at the boulder hoping, just hoping for it to say, “Tequila Bar on your next left”. It doesn’t. You stick your tongue out at it. You get back on track. You reach the end and wander off to the main beach and lay down on the sand. You got a big smack of nature in the face today. You are grateful for all the beautiful things that happen to you in life. The ups and the downs. It’s just like hiking up and down that mountain. You embrace it all. A handsome european man (who looked like Javiar Bardem) walks by you and smiles. Your imagination goes wild. You snap out of it before you look like a deer in headlights. You smile back. Like a 16-year-old girl. Maybe you still act like one. But that’s your charm. Some things are worth it. That was a good day. – CS xx


Friday I’m In Love.

It’s Friday. Are you in love? I am. With a lot of things. I don’t think you ever stop learning the different levels of love. And as you get older they affect you even more. Maybe these are my hormones yapping away. Weather it’s with your significant other, friends, family, a crush (oh get real we all have em), or a new pair of  boots that you shouldn’t have bought. I love a sweet smile that makes my heart beat and a hug that tickles my spine. You have lust, romantic feelings, physical attraction (boom boom) and emotional attachment. The beauty of this recipe is that they blend to make one long stroke of love. It took me less than a minute for my heart to melt and my eyes to mist. This is the game of love. – CS xx

Young love is the sweetest . Old love is the deepest – unknown


Friday’s dance selection. I dare you to prance around and dance it off!


Hearts galore.

This week has been fast and furious and I love it. Aside from working on my own projects, I’ve been working on a new HALLMARK Christmas Movie entitled, “Hitched For The Holidays” alongside some fantastic actors that I’ve had the honour to play with. I’ve been cast as Joey Lawrence’s sister in this romantic comedy. It’s kinda funny when you meet one of your teen heart-throbs! HA…I remember in grade 7 going to a Toronto Blue Jay game and there on the jumbotron was Joey Lawrence. Fast forward some years ahead and boom I get to call him my “brother”…… Whoa!

HEART DAY . It’s funny when a holiday approaches…there are those who adore the festivities and the hoopla of it all (that’s me) and those who abstain from the joy of it all because  “it’s just commercialism”. To each their own but I find that those who abstain need to make a point of begrudgingly expressing their lack of joy for it. WHY? Let’s face it, aside from any occasion we need love. We want love. We love to be loved.  It makes you feel good. Plain and simple. It really doesn’t matter if you’re single or have that special someone, there is always room for feeling admired or loved. Weather it be a simple Valentine (I miss those days of giving your friends cards) some cinnamon hearts or a big ol kiss, I’m a sucker for any occasion where flowers, chocolate, wine or shoes are involved. Even if I buy them all for myself.

Early mornings and late nights have caught up with me and allowed me to be a sicky poo poo. The best part?  I get to take the day to sleep and RELAX. Something I am not used to doing. I love wrapping myself on the couch with a blanket, pillow, a cup of tea and endless episodes of a tv show I’m engrossed in or having a moviethon. I was even lucky enough to have some bitters and water brought to me in the week hours of the night by my lovebird. What a guy…..and then he moved to the couch cause I was keeping him awake.

Well for those who didn’t see 60 Second Tips With Sicoli last week…check it out. Not enough time to hit the gym? I’ve created a special workout routine in the bathtub. It’s not only easy…it’s real real fun.


HAPPY WEEKEND EVERYONE! and plant a special kiss on someone – CS xx



Ah yes, I am a Scorpio. No, I’m nothing to be afraid of I promise. Possibly the mix of an Italian Scorpio could be bit firey or passionate for most but I’ve had no complaints yet. Plus, I’d rather be a little firecracker than a boring Betsy , pessimistic Patsy, or even a jaded Jim (I made those all up. Thank You.). I usually don’t read my horoscope every single day , I’m not one to rely on something telling me how my day is going to turn out, assume how I’m feeling or what I should be expecting in the following weeks. I’ve decided 2011 to be expectation free . Instead, I like to read it sporadically. If I’m in a certain mood, I’ll look it up and just see if it pertains to how I am feeling. If it does, I’m happy. If it doesn’t, I say, “What the hell do you know astrological sign!!!”. But, today I decided to do it. As I’m sipping my morning coffee, catching up on the latest news (or gossip), looking at  some peeps pictures on Facebook (We all do it!!!) I opened another window and googled my horoscope. And wouldn’t you know….this is exactly how I’ve been feeling. Except for the  plow into a car part. I’ve done that 3 too many times. Ooopsy Daisy. Well, that’s all folks! Back to my morning coffee, office hours have started…….at the kitchen table. – Christina XO

Scorpio (Oct. 23-Nov. 21)

It’s very easy to fall into worry-mode or to feel a bit down or withdrawn from others. This “sobering reality” is a little dark cloud over most people today. Don’t worry about this. Someday you’ll look back on this and plow into a parked car.




Bing! Bang! Bong!

After labor day I always sense the beginning of Fall. There is a sweet smell in the air, a slight breeze and the sign of RAIN! AHHHHHHHHH. Stores have their fall merchandise on the floor and summer time merchandise is discounted majorly (YAY for me! BOO for my bank account!) I am not done with summer.  My hair, nails, skin and mind feel so healthy with a good D dose. That’s vitamin D people. I’m starting to fight off the “Blues”, and continue to soak in any possible day of sun.  At the same time I’m sadly mourning the loss of my sweet tan. The lack of vitamin D makes me go nutty. Even more nutty if you can believe that! So that’s why I think every gal and gal should treat themselves to a little beauty regime for the mind, body and soul. For me, I admit to being a yoga-holic practicing daily, treating my body to a good steam in the Infrared sauna, using all natural products on my hair, skin, and body, eat healthy, drink plenty of water and red wine (yummmmmy), surround myself with positive people and laugh a lot….out loud until my cackle fades to a tiny chuckle. Oh! and throw dance parties regularly even if it’s for one. You have to treat yourself to how you want to feel. And I want to feel GREAT!! For some reason, Sophia Loren popped in my head as I was thinking about health, beauty and longevity. Sophia Loren is one of the most beautiful women in the world. Her celebrity career as an actress has followed her almost effortless aging process over the years. I found this article in People Magazine on Sophia Loren. Here is some advice from this beautiful Italian woman,
Loren’s beauty secrets? “A lot of rest. Good thoughts. Exercise,” says the star. She rises most days at 5 a.m. and usually goes to bed by 8 p.m. In between, her daily beauty rituals are decidedly low-maintenance. She washes her hair with baby shampoo and colors it herself when necessary. (Lately, she has been road-testing blonde streaks, “because every teenager does that,” she says.) She does her own manicures and her own makeup, using products blended to her skin tones by a movie-makeup-artist friend from Italy. Her only indulgences, she says, are the potions—such as an eye cream containing vitamin A and a rosewater face lotion. These are specially formulated for her caramel-smooth skin at a lab she won’t name tucked away somewhere in France. At the five-bedroom Geneva apartment she shares with her husband, producer Carlo Ponti, 85, or relaxing on their 40-acre Southern California ranch, Loren forswears glamor gowns for sweatpants and T-shirts, but never, ever, jeans. “They’re too heavy,” she declares. Having no patience for shopping, she attends Armani’s ready-to-wear shows in Milan, where she selects her dressier wardrobe from his comparatively low-key collections. “A woman wants to be sexy,” says Loren, who disdains the garish, leave-nothing-to-the-imagination fashions seen on today’s runways. “But she has to be comfortable in what she wears.”

As for plastic surgery, she hasn’t ruled it out but says she isn’t ready yet. “Some people like to keep their lines,” she says. “But maybe one day I’ll say I don’t like that anymore. Then I’ll pick up the phone and go.” In the meantime, Loren opts for daily exercise: 45 minutes of stretching and abdominal crunches and a one-hour walk. She also keeps a lid on la dolce vita. She eats European style: a light breakfast of decaf and an English muffin, mid-morning sandwiches, a large lunch (usually pasta, chicken, salad and fruit) and little, if any, dinner. “She weighs now what she did years ago,” says Hollywood fashion designer and friend Nolan Miller. “I don’t think it would ever enter her mind to be a size 6.”
This is by far the best uplifting song sung by Sophia Loren….Enjoy life! Take Risks! Love! Flirt! And do it all with a Bing Bang Bong! – Christina XO


Gilda Radner is Super Rad.

When I first started watching Saturday Night Live I immediately fell in love with Gilda Radner. I have re-watched her sketches, read her various biographies and stories, and continue to raise a glass to her extraordinary comedic abilities, charm, and stage presence. Gilda is forever my all time favorite funny gal. To me, she is the epitome of what a female comedienne is all about.  A few of my favorite quotes from the one and only, Gilda Radner.

I’d much rather be a woman than a man. Women can cry, they can wear cute clothes, and they’re the first to be rescued off sinking ships.

“I base my fashion taste on what doesn’t itch”.

Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen”.

– Gilda Radner