Happy 2014! Only 18 Days late!

18 Jan

Happy 2014! Only 18 Days late!

I had the awesome opportunity to be a correspondent for the Times Square NYE live webcast this year. It was cold, it was awesome, and I got to interview Jane Lynch! It was a New Years Eve I won’t be forgetting any time soon :)

Today I witnessed someone steal from a homeless person. I think.

11 Jul

Today I witnessed someone steal from a homeless person. I think. Let’s go to the beginning, shall we?

I’m sitting in a Starbucks. Right outside the window is a homeless person. Not just any homeless person. A pregnant, homeless lady, so already I feel bad. I’m facing the window, gazing at the street for some reason, and she has her station set up directly in front of me on the other side of the window with her back to me. That’s when it happened. I’m just sitting there drinking my grande unsweetened iced coffee with way too much ice, and this lady’s sign blows a few feet away from her. Just a couple feet. In the 6 seconds it took her to crawl over and retrieve her sign, a guy crept around the corner, grabbed her cup of change and bolted off the same way he came. I literally gasped. Did I just see that?! The next moments were seriously heartbreaking. There was no way I could even do anything, since I was really far from the door and this all happened in under 6 seconds. The lady sat back down and reached for her cup. Gone. I saw her start to panic, get up, immediately start looking around with this look of despair as sadness and tears set in. I cannot express how much this moved me. My mouth was literally ajar and I couldn’t believe it. Really?!

So I did what I figure most people would do;  I ran outside and gave the lady some cash and brought her a Starbucks cookie. I don’t know, I thought that second part was a good touch—she’s pregnant and I feel like when I’m pregnant I will probably want to eat a lot of cookies. She was definitely in tears and very grateful. I also told her that the creepy bum that stole her change was a loser and karma is really a thing. God bless.

Okay so that is the story, and this should probably should be the end to the blog entry. However, then I went to rehearsal for the play I’m in, SUCKERFISH. (Cue plug: you can check out the cast and buy tickets here: Yes, this whole blog was actually just a ruse to get you to check out the play I’m in. Nah, it’s not. Actually I don’t know anything anymore.)

So I tell this story to my cast because ironically SUCKERFISH is a play about dirty bums. Spoiler alert! Also, I get completely naked in it, so you should totally come! (Mom: I don’t, but we need to sell tickets.) While two of the three other cast members seemed as horrified as me that someone stole from a homeless person, one guy was not as easily sold.

“What if you got set up?”


That never even crossed my mind. He then goes on to explain that sometimes homeless people will stage these scenarios with their friends.(I guess friends…or uhhh, homeless acquaintances? I’m not especially familiar with the community and if they are friends or not.) Passersby that witness these events feel terrible and give the homeless person probably a lot more money than they ever had in their cup.

Mind blown. Was I tricked? The more I think about it, it did seem a little fishy that a guy would come out of nowhere and she just so happened to let go of her sign right at the EXACT moment. Was it even windy out? I don’t think it was. It would have to be really windy for a sign to just fly out of your hand and I think I would have noticed such a wind. As a classic over thinker  I really did have to replay the whole scene in my mind several times. Can a homeless woman really be that great of an actress? They do have a lot of time on their hands, probably enough time to work on their acting chops. The tears, the frustration, the realization that her cup was missing, it really was like a tear jerking scene from a movie.

NO, ANDREA, NO. IT WAS REAL. It had to be. Right? I went to school for theatre, surely I could detect two bums executing some theatrical shenanigans on the sidewalk. I feel like I have no choice. I have to just believe it was real instead of letting some cynical cast mate create some looming question mark that will haunt me for days. Does a part of me want to stake out at that exact Starbucks for weeks and see if the same thing happens? Definitely, but stalking homeless people and their potential trickeries will get me nowhere fast. Besides, even if it was an act (which I’m really close to convincing myself it wasn’t), she deserves some major props. She made me FEEL something, feel real emotion and outrage and compassion. She deserves my cash and that delicious oatmeal raisin cookie all the more.

So, whatever. There are few lessons here. Don’t throw conspiracy theories at me, especially ones about homeless people, because I will overthink it and start to question anything and everything. That might be the only lesson. I’m sure there are more but this rant needs to be over and I’m just going to go to bed telling myself everything I’ve ever believed in life has not been a conspiracy. And that unicorns are real.

I did not get tricked by a homeless person. I did not get tricked by a homeless person. I did not get tricked by… a… homele…..night ya’ll.


Dre Dre “Suckerfish” Boehlke

The Better Show and I’m Going Home (yay)

26 Jun

Man, it’s been awhile! Sorry to leave you guys hanging, but since my last blog post about dreams (BO-RING) on May 24th I’ve been pretty jam packed busy.

Just a few updates, because why not?!

So today I filmed an episode of The Better Show, a nationally syndicated lifetime tv show where I co-hosted alongside the regular co-host JD Roberto. It really was an honor and a great experience. The regular female host is leaving the show so they are trying out a few different hosts. How did it go? Well, lucky for you, you can actually watch it! Yes, it’s my first television hosting gig. I’ve done numerous online hosting spots and do daily hosting for Ask Men, but The Better Show airs across the country, so it’s pretty exciting. It should air next Saturday- Tues and you can check online for listings.


My roommate Krystal Mason is a stylist and picked this dress out for me. Yeah, I’m obsessed. It’s my new favorite dress and I can’t thank her enough.


Besides The Better Show gig,  I still go in every day to Ask Men and it really is a complete joy. I work with some amazing people and some of the trips we go on are phenomenal. I was able to go to Las Vegas a month ago for a breakdancing competition and conduct on-the-fly interviews with some incredibly talented bboys. (That’s what the breakdancers are called, you learn something new every day!) There is actually a cool video we shot about the experience but apparently I can’t figure out how to embed the link, so you’ll just have to take my word for it. Someday I’ll get it in a blog, I hope!

I’m also in rehearsal for a play called SUCKERFISH which is being produced by Thomas Jane. (The Punisher, The Mist, etc.) It’s an honor to be in a play again, since I studied theatre in college and really do love live theatre. It performs in mid July at the Midtown International Theatre Festival. Boom.

So anyway, summer is going great. I’m super busy doing things I love. However, as much as I love this city and working, I am completely stoked to be going home to Wisconsin in a few days. Wisconsin will always be my home, and I can’t wait to see my family and friends, ride horses and play on the farm. I will always be a farm girl at heart, despite living it up in the Big Apple.

Thank you for reading, make sure to check out The Better Show! I’m sure I will be social media-ing it up when it comes closer to the airing times. Ya’ll rock.


Dre Dre

Tell me what you know about dreams…

24 May

I find it interesting that whenever I have some insane dream, I really want to tell people about it but I know they don’t actually care to hear it. Why do I say that?

Well, because I’ve never actually enjoyed listening to someone else’s craaaaazy dream before. Having to sit through some story about how they fought a dragon in a hurricane and then woke up as they were falling off a cliff is really not how I like to spend most moments.

I guess since I don’t really enjoy hearing these made-up scenarios, I’m just assuming other people don’t. As soon as someone starts a conversation with “OMG so let me tell you about my dream last night,” I immediately tune out. Right? Please tell me I’m not alone in this! It’s so one-sided. The person telling the dream is SO EXCITED about this crazy phenomenon of a dream but the person hearing the story wants to punch them for having to listen to ten minutes of complete nonsense.

“Whoa, tell me more about your dream!!!!” -said no one ever.

However, this is my blog. And I just have to tell you about…… my dream. Well, or my sleep paralysis which is what my friend thinks it was. I didn’t google that, so I have no idea if that’s the term for it.

So after waking up from a nightmare about losing my teeth (the classic one, I get these all the time) I attempted to fall back asleep. That’s when it happened.

I was still in my room, everything was exactly where it was supposed to be. All of a sudden I got really cold, I knew something was wrong.Then came the demons, whispering my name and slithering out of the closet and from under my bed. These caped dementor type things were no joke! And this was my actual room, so I knew this time it was real! There was no waking up. I tried calling to my roommates, to God, to anyone that could hear. Yet I couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, I just had to take it. The black caped demon, the creepiest one, picked up my brown umbrella from the holder (nice touch demon by the way, the umbrella was a good call) and started stabbing me until I woke up.

WHAT THE F*$&?!?! It was so messed up because it was in my room, my exact room. It took me a few hours to realize it wasn’t real and decide to try to sleep again. This time I put on some Bon Iver and hoped I would dream about bunnies hanging out in Wisconsin or something.

Nope, not tonight. I then went on to have at least three other terrifying nightmares, one where I killed a relative and the other where I was being hunted down by my own family. Probably for killing my relative, who knows.

I think the moral of the story is, don’t eat sushi right before bed.

Seriously though, dreams are messed up. Sleep paralysis is something I’d rather not go through again in my life. Yet, after telling this story, I’m more open to hearing other people’s dreams. I don’t know why I was so anti-listening-to-other-people’s-dreams before. They are actually quite interesting and I’m sure all the dream experts out there reading this have solid explanations to why I’m dreaming what I’m dreaming. Either way, tell me what you know about dreams. I’m ready.

Watch out for those umbrella wielding demons and be safe,


Dre Dre

P.s. In other less creepy news, it’s my little sister Sabrina’s birthday! She turns 19 today, I’m obsessed with her and my tweet about how she is single got a worrisome amount of replies. I live for these two girls.


The final Survivor blog. Probably.

8 May

Well, it has been fun…

Man. What a crazy year it has been! For those of you not aware, Survivor Season 26:Fans vs. Favs is coming to end this Sunday. Today I fly out to LA where I join my cast for the finale and live reunion show. What an amazing yet super stressful run!

As I sit awake in my bed at 5 a.m. I know I should be sleeping but also know that is impossible because I am just so darn excited. I haven’t seen most of these people in almost a year. You go and spend an incredibly intense experience with complete strangers, grow really close to a lot of them and then just don’t see them again. What? How is that fair?!

Since this is probably the last time I play Survivor, I just wanted to reflect on some of the amazing memories this show has brought me over the past going-on-4 years.

Rewind to my first season of Survivor. Here I am, a little baby 21 year old  who heads out to Nicaragua for a “once in a lifetime adventure….”


…I do some f.ierce things, win some challenges…



….but the best part?? I got to see MY DAD on the island. Royal to the rescue.

ImageSeeing my dad out on the island was a dream come true. I think he was even more emotional than me. It’s crazy how even though you are only away from home for 30 plus days, it feels like a LIFETIME and you just can’t stop thinking about your family and how much they mean to you.

So anyway, all said and done I had a blast playing on Season 22. Did I expect CBS to call me up and play again? Not really, but how can you say no?! So I agree to play Survivor again and embark on my “second once in a lifetime adventure,” this time venturing to the Philippines. Not to take anything away from Nicaragua or Season 22, but I had twice as much fun on this season. I think being a few years older as well as being on a season where I could actually make moves really added to the fun and suspense of the experience. Add in the fact that I was somehow the number one most targeted person on my entire season and it adds for a great viewing experience!

I made some friends on this season that I will cherish forever.


And although I didn’t get to see my loved ones on the island, my mom and my sister actually got to travel out to the Philippines and enjoy a nice little fun-filled CBS trip. When I heard that my mom AND sister were out there, but I wasn’t going to see them because I foolishly got voted out with an idol in my pocket, I started bawling. I couldn’t control my emotions because I missed them so much. However, you have to take the good with the bad. At least they got to come out to the Philippines! They are proud I made it as far as I did. Plus, I got to read my letters on the island so there’s that.


Honestly though, I had fun and all, but the Survivor experience is completely humbling. As much as it probably seems like I would enjoy watching myself on television it is quite the opposite. The whole set up of Survivor makes it a rather difficult experience once you get back in the real world–first getting adjusted to your real life and work, then dealing with social media, lovers and haters, the “fifteen minutes or whatever” and people you may have offended or hurt while playing. Sometimes I watch myself onscreen and I feel like I have a LOT of growing up to do. Sometimes I wonder if I should have done Survivor at all. But then I tell myself. NO. NO, ANDREA, NO. Remember how much fun you had. Remember how amazing and proud of yourself you were when you balanced on a floating dog house for three hours in the ocean and WON the challenge. Remember how you orchestrated a move in the game even when your entire alliance told you something different and you actually saved yourself that night. Remember that one day when they fed you all-you-can-eat peanut butter. THESE THINGS DON’T HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE. Remember the amazing friends you made who love you to this day. Remember going back to Wisconsin with Cochran for a viewing party like this:


Even though, good thing he came THAT week instead of the next! He would have been in big trouble. Oh, and you were picked up by a frickin’ fire truck in Random Lake, deal with it.


So when I sit back and look at all the memories, the home town support, and the realization that this experience was less about me but more about bringing people together to watch some good ole island silliness, then it all makes much more sense. Thank you to everyone who supported me in this endeavor, and who continue to support me in everything I do. It means more than you know.


Sitting on wells and crushing dreams,


Dre Dre

Survivor in Random Lake :)

1 May

So here we go. Tonight, Episode 12 of Survivor Fans vs. Favs is airing. I have to rewind one week though—because watching my favorite show in NYC is just not the same as watching it in my hometown.

One week ago, Cochran came home with me to the wonderful land of Random Lake for 36 hours, where my mom had us on a strict schedule. We actually never had a full hour of downtime, but we powered through. We got to visit a ton of family and friends, tour the farm, ride horses together, visit Sharla’s high school and Sabrina’s college, visit Boehlke Bottled Gas AND Boehlke Hardware, go to dinner in Random Lake and get picked up by a firetruck which took us to the viewing party. There were definitely over 500 people at the viewing party at the firehall. It was packed and people messaged me the next day that they had to go home because there was nowhere to park. What the what?! Such great hometown support and I am so grateful.


Got a surprise pick-up at the Homefront. Riding in style.

ImageImageI mean….my face is definitely wonk here, but here is seriously a third of the crowd at the viewing.


ImageCochran’s first time riding a horse! And he stayed on! Shwing.

Anyway, it was such a thrill to be back in my hometown and watching Survivor with the loyal Random Lake fans. If anything, this experience has reminded me over and over again that there really is no place like home. Well, let’s see what happens tonight!


With much love and floating doghouses,

Dre Dre

Losing things–It’s what I do

19 Apr

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be one of those people who loses everything? Well, welcome to my life. I definitely lose something important every month, if not more often than that. I think it’s because I do too much at once, I multitask like a crazy person and it just keeps backfiring.

My latest doozy happened last night. I was taking a cab home from JFK after a week of traveling (Toronto, LA, blah blah) so I’m tired, it’s around 1:30 a.m. and I just want to pass out. Yet, it’s never that easy with me. Of course I’m chatting on the phone, carrying three bags and am overall completely delusional from all this plane time and I must have dropped my keys in the cab.

So I walk up to the front door and do the ole pocket grab for my keys. Nope. Not there. Not there either. No way. OMG. You’ve got to be kidding me. Cut to me opening up all of my luggage and throwing things around looking for these darn keys. Then, I had to face defeat. Lost ‘em.

I feel like for a normal person that doesn’t misplace everything, this is probably a very unpleasant scenario. However, since losing things is what I do best, I don’t even freak out. It’s more of a sigh and roll of the eyes. So I proceed to call each of my roommates and ring the doorbell. Nothing. Okay so now I’m starting to get concerned. A few weeks ago there was a girl beat up a few avenues over, it’s late and I’m standing outside half asleep.

Fortunately, my neighbor that lives below me ended up hearing the doorbell and let me into the building. Okay, this is progress. Still no replies from my roommates. It’s now about 3 a.m. I guess I’ll just sleep on the ground outside the door? I mean, I’ve slept on worse.

Then, my neighbor, who has been chatting me up for a good hour, suggests I call a locksmith. Ooooh! Just the idea of calling a 24 hour locksmith intrigues me. So a handy man will just show up and unlock my door?? The “damsel in distress” side of me loves this idea, without thinking about how much this would actually cost me. I call the locksmith, he is on his way. Yay. It’s now 4 a.m.

Then, miraculously, my friend Adam who lives near me ( I actually forgot about him when I texted a bunch of other Astorians looking for a couch to crash on) texted me that he wants to grab coffee sometime to talk about Survivor. I am overjoyed! I can just sleep over at Adam’s tonight! Wait…the locksmith. I tell Adam about the locksmith and he warns me that the dude will probably charge me over $200 to let me in. BA-SCUZE ME?! No, that is not happening. Sorry to all locksmiths out there who are reading this, but that is NOT HAPPENING!

As if on cue, the locksmith arrives and takes a look at the door. I coyly ask how much it will cost and then put on my innocent naïve girl façade: “oh, I only have $20, I can give that to you for your trip out here. I’m so sorry.” The locksmith is pissed, rightly so, but he takes the 20 and skedaddles.

I go find Adam and we have a sleepover. The End. Moral of the story? I don’t know. If you are a person that doesn’t lose things, good job. If you are more like me, then sorry….sucks to be you. I guess we should try harder to not lose things? Meh. 

Anyway, LA was fun!



Dre Dre


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