Kambri Crews on the Red Carpet!

If you had told the 13-year-old, tin trailer living, outhouse using, raggedy clothes wearing version of me that her life would come to this, she would have wanted to believe it with every fiber of her being but couldn't possibly have imagined it coming true. I swear I wished on many a bright star, birthday cake candle and 11:11 clock read-out that I would have a life & career that allowed me to have a week like the one I just had.

I have just returned from Los Angeles after attending, among many other awesome events, the 2006 TV Land Awards with my fiance, comedian Christian Finnegan, where I was feeling pretty high on life and - dare I admit it - myself. I looked good, felt good and only made a fool of myself once when I told Megan Mullally's husband during dinner that he was a liar, that he was not really her husband that he was just pulling my leg. Turns out he's honest, I'm just a little bit skeptical and a lot inexperienced.

"Why would you not believe me? Am I not dashing enough?" Nick queried.
"No, it's just, I mean why would you be sitting next to me?!" I guffawed.

Unless you've grown up in the deep woods of Texas sleeping on chicken coop wire in a tin shed with deaf parents -- one of whom is now in jail for attempted murder -- you just can't imagine how surreal it is to be sitting amongst every television star from your childhood not as a busboy but as an invited guest. Of course he was her husband, he was in the extra special seating section for VIPs . . . and so was I. Poor Nick.