Glamour List

Several years ago I came across an article in Glamour magazine that I just felt captured me . It's not even an article, it's just a list. But the list was just so perfect and made me really smile on the inside that it's had a prominent place on my bulletin board ever since. I wanted to share it with you because I love it so much. Also, it is a pretty slow news week. There are no celebretards getting DUIs or going to jail or announcing they're pregnant. All I can really report on in that world is that Britney's divorce is final. But with the mess she's been lately I almost wish she was still married. At least then she stayed home and kept her panties on. Anyway, I'm getting off topic. I present to you my most favorite list ever (along with some of my own personal thoughts):

14 Things Every Woman Wants But Doesn't Want to Admit She Wants

1. A boss who totally gets that hair can be an emergency.
(I'd like to add to this one though because I'd also really love a boss that gets that having "nothing" to wear is an emergency as well as having a fat day or having a zit that concealer just won't cover.)

2. All the nitty-gritty details of her girlfriends' sex lives.
(I don't really need ALL the details... more like how often and is it comparable to how often I am.)

3. The epic downfall of every Miss Popularity she's ever known.
(I don't know about EPIC downfall but fat and ugly would be ok.)

4. Shoes that look like Manolos, feel like Nikes and cost like Payless.
(Can I get an Amen?!)

5. A big ol' honking diamond ring.
(Or two)

6. So much money that she can give away half, then lavish the other half on herself guilt free.
(We're talking Bill Gates kinda money here)

7. A lover who just know, no instructions needed.
(Sometimes a little instruction is a good thing)

8. Fries with that. Always.
(Wouldn't it be great if fries were fat and calorie free and were as good for you as broccoli? What a wonderful world it would be.)

9. To be more like her mom.
(I have to object to this one. Just kidding. Mom's can be really aggravating sometimes but they do have a way of making you feel loved when you need it the most.)

10. Thin thighs in 30 days... no, 30 seconds.
(I wish I could just run my hands down my thighs (and stomach) and just squeeze all the fat out through my toenails. Gross, but if it were possible you know you'd be doing it too!)

11. Power. All the power.
(I want the behind-the-scenes power. I want to make you do what I want without having to tell you. Boss- give me a raise! Husband- take out the garbage! Lottery girl- make my numbers come up!)

12. A little girl so she can dress her in patent leather Mary Janes and take her to the ballet.
(Please excuse me while I grab a box of tissues. What I wouldn't give for that!)

13. Breasts that get smaller when she's wearing clothes, bigger when she's not.
(Wouldn't that be great! Perfect fitting clothes and big boobs- it's a win win.)

14. To be caught as a Do.
(I do secretly wish for that!! Also, one of my biggest fears is to be caught as a Don't. How mortifying!)

So, that's the list. I hope it made you all smile as much as it has made me. I plan to keep it stuck to my bulletin board for a long time so that when I need a good, deep down smile it's only a glance away.

***** Ok, brief update.... I just read that Nicole Richie has in fact confirmed her pregnancy to Diane Sawyer. She's 4 months along. How nice, an anorexic drug addict who has just been convicted of a DUI and is going to jail is pregnant. What the hell?!***** for details go to www.perezhilton.com

Flashback to the 80's

You know how fashions come around in cycles? One year mod, sixties styles will be in, then 70's flowy hippy-ish stuff will be in then more 80's styles. Well, we're back in the 80's and I have some very mixed feelings about it.

I'm the first to admit that I'm a fashion magazine whore. I love new magazine day so I can see what the new styles are and what's up and coming. I tear through my In Style and Lucky and Glamour and even Teen Vogue. I don't do regular Vogue because I find that it's just a little too couture and abstract for my life. I'm not going to be wearing a taffeta bubble skirt, leopard print top and spectator pumps to the new Target. You know? But I usually find really good ideas about new outfits and ways to wear things in all my other magazines. Don't get me wrong, I'm no fashionista but I like to try new things. My boss doesn't really care what I wear so I get to be a little creative. Plus, I'm usually in t-shirts or tank tops and jeans on the weekend so I like to dress up a little more for work.

But, I've been seeing a lot more 80's styles coming back in the magazines lately that I'm just not sure I can try. It started with the footless leggings. I don't get why those are popular again. They do not flatter anyone! But now, an even bigger disaster is starting to show up in the magazines. Colored jeans. Why? I really can't understand the logic behind colored jeans. I like colored work pants but there is something about a pair of bright yellow, stretchy, tapered leg jeans that just screams, "NO"! I don't see how they could be flattering on anyone except maybe a 5'10" model and even then they still don't seem right. I think it's very irresponsible for magazines to be leading regular women into this really bad trend. I guarantee that you'll be seeing a lot of these colored jeans showing up in the "Don't" category in Glamour magazine.

One trend that I really like from the 80's is all the accessories. I am a terrible accessorize-r. No matter how many magazines I read I just can not figure out how to coordinate a belt with an outfit or figure out how to layer necklaces or what necklace I should wear with what earrings. Don't even get me started on bangles. I just don't know how. I can do shoes and purses but the other accessories really confuse me. It's one of my goals in life, to be well accessorized. I'm trying and I hope someday accessories will come to me naturally. I'd love to have one of those boxes of junk jewelry that old women usually have. The ones filled with broaches and pearls and big flower rings. I think it would be really fun to pick through one of those and play "dress up". Don't laugh at me- adults can play dress up too.

I wonder what the next trend to cycle in will be? I wonder if in the future, our kids will be wearing styles from this decade, the 2000 decade? Which actually will be styles from the 80's decade right? I wonder if we'll say to them the same things our parents say to us now, "that style was popular when I was a teenager"? It'll be interesting. Just like the perfect outfit should be.

VIP My Ass!

Titusville has arrived. The new Target store is up and running and has a Starbucks in it (AHHH!). I am so excited that the long standing rumor of a Target in Titusville has finally come true!

So, Becky knows one of the managers of the new store and he invited her to the "VIP" opening of Target tonight. The grand opening isn't until Sunday so she thought she was getting a sneak preview. She invited me and my mom since we're Titusville VIPs too. Actually, we're more like celebrity hangers-on but we always know the good gossip. We expected to breeze into Target and be greeted by happy baristas handing us our lattes. We thought we'd be a couple of the only people in the store, happily browsing the aisles at a leisurely pace. HAHAHAHA! We were stupid to believe that!

The store was open and we were able to breeze in but the place was freaking packed! I think all of North Brevard county was there. It was like somebody printed an invitation in the newspaper. The place was a mad-house, there were people everywhere. It was quite frustrating actually. We didn't even attempt the Starbucks line!

I ended up buying a couple of things. Some dog food, a dog toy, a shirt for me and some hamburger buns. Very glamorous, I know. I did manage to get one over on the store though. The girl didn't charge me for my big bag of dog food. I know she scanned it because I held it up to her and she ran her hand held bar code thing over it. She must've deleted it or something. What's even funnier is that security stopped me at the door and asked to see my receipt and he still didn't catch it! Oh well, maybe that was my VIP discount.

Anyway, I did want to say one thing about Lindsey Lohan. That girl is a tragedy. She has so much to offer and just keeps f-ing up her life. It's crazy. I hope she can get her shizz together. She and Britney Spears need to undergo some serious personal and career counseling before it's too late for both of them. Not that you care, but that's my two cents on the world of celeb right now.

Here Comes the Bride!

It's amazing how finding your wedding dress suddenly makes a looming wedding seem real. Staring at your gorgeous engagement ring while flipping through bridal magazines is fun but until you step into that white dress and see yourself in the mirror for the first time, you're not quite a bride.

We made our first trek out with Lindsey this weekend to shop for wedding dresses. And, I must say, it was a smashing success. We did find the tear inducing, "I'm really getting married" dress. But we also found bridesmaids dresses that four bridesmaids with very different body types could agree on.

Trying on dresses with my baby sister was fun. Seeing her dressed up in her bridal undergarments reminded me of a picture my mom took of me, sitting on the floor of the dressing room with my bustier and crinoline underskirt on waiting for the next round of dresses to hit the door. Lindsey was pretty specific about what she wanted. Simple, not too poufy, and obviously gorgeous. She accomplished every one of those requirements and then some.

We went into dress shopping with clear minds and a stack of print outs from the Internet of things she wanted to try on. We gave that to the sales associate and waited for her to bring what Lindsey had asked for. The dresses started making their way into the dressing room but none of them looked like what Lindsey had asked for. There were several ornate, and very heavy styles that only took 1 second in front of the mirror to know they were just the wrong dress.

Then the sales associate brought in a dress that we knew for sure was crap. Lindsey and I looked at each other like, what the hell is that? Lindsey actually asked, "why the fuck does this lady keep bringing me all these ugly dresses?". It was long and heavy looking and had a long sleeve lace bolero jacket that went with it, definitely not the style she was looking for. But, we decided we'd have a little fun with my mom and the other bridesmaids sitting outside the dressing room door. We came up with a plan that Lindsey would put on this wreck of a dress and walk out exclaiming that she loved it. She loved the jacket and would say she felt like Princess Diana. She walked out of the dressing room laughing and the looks on all of their faces was priceless. Then she took off the jacket, and the look on her face was priceless. This dress that looked crazy on the hanger looked gorgeous on her. We knew right then that this was THE DRESS.

We got Lindsey up on the platform and added a few key accessories. We added a brown sash around her waist and a beautiful broach and topped it off with the key accessory for the bride-to-be, a veil. That's when the waterworks started. Lindsey broke down in tears seeing herself in the dress she'll be married in. Then my mom broke down in tears, then Becky, then the other bridesmaids. That was it, the dress had been chosen by the tears.

Now that we have a dress and Lindsey is "officially" a bride-to-be the wedding planning is full steam ahead. We're in full-on party planning mode. My mom and I are meeting the caterer this week and we're starting to plan flowers and linens and cakes (oh my!). It's going to be a long 9 months but I know the end result will be worth it. Seeing Lindsey walk down the aisle in that gorgeous dress will be the highlight of all our hard work. And I can't wait!

Must love dogs

** Warning** This post could be disturbing to some. Please read with caution!

I read two news stories today that I was very affected by. I can't get either of them out of my head. They are both extremely sad stories but for very different reasons. They both have to do with dogs and, as I'm sure you all know, I am a huge dog lover.

The first story made me so mad that I literally felt sick to my stomach. It is the story about how Michael Vick, the NFL quarterback and star of the Atlanta Falcons, is involved in a dog fighting ring and owns a kennel where he breeds pit bulls to fight. First of all, any one who teaches and forces animals to fight each other is very disturbed. I don't know how anyone can enjoy seeing two animals bite and tear at each other until one of them dies. It's one of the most horrible things I can think of.

But, this story goes much further than a dog fighting ring. This despicable jerk, who really is a waste of human life, chose to punish the dogs who "didn't perform well" in the ring. But, he didn't just put the dogs to sleep, he tortured these poor animals. Animals that from birth were taught how to be mean and how to fight. Animals that stood no chance in the world. Animals that were bred strictly for this asshole's entertainment. Some of the charges include dousing the dogs in water and then electricuting them, hanging them, drowning them, and slamming them on the ground until they died. Just terrible acts of violence.

I am so disgusted with this story and so disgusted with all the parties involved. I hope the NFL fires him and I hope he is sent to prison for a very long time. Even though his going to prison will never make up for the awful things that he did to those animals, he deserves to sit there and think about it everyday of his life. And I hope that some big bubba finds him in the shower and makes him his bitch. He is a terrible human being and truly a waste of life.

The other sad story of the day also involves a dog but it is sad for a very different reason. If you're an Oprah fan I'm sure you've seen the pictures or the shows of her 3 golden retrievers, Luke, Lana, and Gracie. Unfortunately, in May, Gracie passed away at 2 years old. She died after choking on a plastic ball she found in the yard.

Oprah wrote about Gracie's death in the August issue of her magazine and the story is so sad. She describes what happened on the day Gracie died and what her reaction was. She also went into detail about the kind of dog Gracie was.

The story really touched me because the way Oprah described Gracie reminded me so much of my Daisy. We always joke and say that Daisy has got to be at least partially retarded. The dog is so silly and she just enjoys her life so much. She runs as hard as she can, she swims as much as she can, and boy can she relax when it's time. She knows how to milk it to get her belly rubbed and she knows how to snuggle in at night so that I'll spoon her. I smile every time I think of her running along the pool deck with her tounge hanging out the side of her mouth. She's just hilarious. I love my dogs so much and I can't imagine ever losing them. I tear up when I even think of it. I'm sure that Oprah is devastated, as I'm sure we'd all be in that situation.

So, I came home today and hugged and kissed Daisy and Roxy and let them lick my face and roll around on the bed and I rubbed their bellies for just a little bit longer than usual tonight. We went outside to play their favorite game of fetch. And tonight, instead of complaining that it was too hot or that I was tired and didn't want to stay outside for too long, I watched my dogs running and jumping and playing and swimming and having a wonderful time. I am so happy that we can give them such an amazing life. A life like I'm sure Oprah's Gracie had and a life that Michael Vick's poor dogs never had the chance to know.

If you'd like to read the news stories that I've talked about, I've posted the links here:

http://www.oprah.com/omagazine/200708/omag_200708_mission.jhtml

http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/news;_ylt=AnKeouqnAHe3JnsM5XNiWPM5nYcB?slug=ap-vickindictment&prov=ap&type=lgns

I hate myspace

Well, I'm back on freaking myspace. I tried to walk away and leave it behind but the stupid thing pulled me back in. I gave it up last year because I was really creeped out by all the people that could look at my pictures and read what I wrote. I guess this blog isn't much better when it comes to that. But, I think people have to look at lot harder to find this blog than they would to find a myspace profile.

I used to have fun on myspace. I never used it as a tool to meet people and I never added friends that I didn't know. Actually, I didn't add some people that I did know. I just don't understand the need to talk to a bunch of people that you hardly know. What am I supposed to say to them? Joe calls me a "trunk" because I don't "branch" out and meet new people. I don't care, I love my people so what do I need to go out and find new ones for?

The myspace became a hassle as more and more people started to join. Every day I'd get silly, glittery messages on my page just saying hi or a friend request from some random person out in the world. My blog was my favorite part of the whole thing. I liked taking my favorite Sex and the City quotes and relating my life to them. It allowed me to be creative and get all the thoughts out of my head. It just became too much to keep up with.

I just recently got back on to check in on my high school reunion's page. I wanted to look at all the pictures from the events but they blocked it so only "friends" could get in there to see. My girlfriend let me borrow her password so I could check it out. But, while I was on there I saw all these other pages of people I know and I wanted to look at their pictures too. But, most of them are set to private too. So, in order to look at their pictures, I had to sign up. Bam, I was trapped.

So, I created an account but decided not to do anything with it. I didn't want to "dress up" my page and put a bunch of crazy pictures on it and start adding friends. But I did decide to at least create my myspace url. I should say, I TRIED to make my url. I guess there are so many people on myspace now that all the url's are taken. I seriously tried at least 10 and all of them were taken. I'm not talking about common ones either. I tried "absofreakinglutely"- taken, even my dogs' names, roxydaisy, was taken! Then I got irritated trying to come up with something cute and witty to use as a url for a website that I don't even give a crap about!

UGH! So I gave up and came here to my safe haven where I could bitch about it endlessly to everyone who wants to continue to read about it. Sorry! Seriously though, isn't there an easy way for me to spy on people and look at their pictures without having to go through the whole process? Or does that make me one of the creepy people on myspace that I'm trying to stay away from? Hmmmmm....

Coming to America

So, everyone knows that I'm pretty much addicted to celebrity gossip. I love reading about who's in the closet or who is dating who or who's addicted to drugs. I don't know why I want to know, I just do. I love seeing pictures of the celebs with their kids. I like to see what's going on with the Jolie-Pitt clan or the Philipe-Witherspoon kids. I like to see what celebs are wearing and how they're wearing it. I just love it. Some people collect stamps for a hobby, I read celeb gossip. It's my thing.

My newest obsession is the Beckham family. Suddenly I'm obsessed with them. I've known who they are for a long time but now that they're here, in the US, I'm just going nuts over them. I really don't give a crap that David plays soccer and I don't think I'm suddenly going to become a soccer fan because he plays. I'm not going to be signing up for the Spice Girls reunion tour anytime soon. I just want the inside scoop on the family.

I guess to begin, they are a gorgeous family. David is obviously one of the hottest men on the planet but Victoria isn't so bad either. You don't believe me, check out one of the pictures from their spread in W magazine.


She could stand to gain 10 pounds but whatever. Then they have those adorable boys who are almost spitting images of their dad. They're beautiful, they're super rich, and they're fashionable. The ultimate celebrities and targets for celebrity blogs.

But, as fun as they are to look at, you almost never hear them talk. Until now. Victoria Beckham usually looks very stone-faced in pictures and looks like she never smiles or laughs. Now that she's doing all these interviews you really get to see a little bit of her personality. I saw an interview months ago that she did where two little boys interviewed her. It was really the funniest and most charming thing I'd ever seen her do. She was really likeable. Now that I've seen her in a couple of interviews here, she seems even more likeable. I also love that she calls people "cow" or "pig" instead of bitch or ho. I think it's hilarious.

I'm so interested to see what they're going to be like now that they're in LA. Are they going to be out shopping everyday like Paris? Are they going to be fixtures at the clubs? Nobu? Are they going to hang out with Tom and Katie all the time? Who knows. Maybe I have nothing better to do than read about celebrities and their lives. Maybe I like to fantasize about being that rich or that famous. Maybe I read about this stuff to escape from real life for a little while. But you know what, who cares? It's fun and entertaining and I love it. So you keep collecting stamps and I'll keep escaping into the world of celebrity.

Holy Mole-y

I went for my annual mole check appointment today at the dermatologist's today. I am very, very bad about protecting myself from the sun so I always dread these appointments a little. Last year they found "irregular margins" on one of the three moles they removed and had to go back in so they could take like an inch chunk out of my skin. I was left with a really ugly scar that I hate.

This year they found three more moles that needed to come off. The dermatologist actually said that she could take "a bunch" but would just take the ones that looked the worst. I was thinking great, a bunch more moles that are going to have to come off! I told her that if she kept going at the rate she's been going that pretty soon I won't have any moles left. She didn't think it was funny. So now I have three more holes on my skin that will also turn into lovely scars someday. One of them was kind of deep and I had to get stitches. Ok, it's only one stitch but it still really sucks!

Besides the fact that the doctor is slicing off my skin, I hate going into these appointments because I'm always afraid of the results. What if they tell me I have skin cancer? I'm not so afraid of skin cancer because I think it's a less lethal form of cancer but I'm afraid they're going to tell me no more sun. How can a girl who lives in Florida and has a pool in her backyard not go in the sun?! It's like sending me to a wedding and telling me I can't have any cake! Crazy! Plus, I really like how I look with some color. I'm so very, very pale naturally so I love getting some sun to perk up my skin. I've never had much luck with sunless tanner so the summer sun is my saving grace.

I know that since I'm getting dangerously close to th-th-th-thirty that I really need to take better care of my skin. I recently had to buy $100 worth of makeup to disguise my freckly skin-damaged face, I've had possibly cancer containing moles removed, and I am extremely afraid of wrinkles. You'd think I'd run for the sunscreen! But I don't. The only part of my body that I religiously apply SPF to is my lips. I don't like dry peely lips so I always make sure to put on my SPF lip balm. I have sunscreen here, I just don't use it.

I guess I'll have to add protecting my skin to my long list of "Make Tricia Healthy" to-do's. Lose weight, exercise, eat vegetables, don't wear high pointy shoes, stand up straight.... There are some people who say that you can't worry too much about all the things that are bad for you because you're going to die eventually anyway. I wonder how I join that group?

The run down

I think I'm getting sick... again. I don't understand, I never get sick. I just had the worst cold of my life, it's not fair if I get another one. I'm going to need to speak to someone about this! My mom jokes and calls Pierce the little "host monkey" because he brings in all the germs and then we all get sick. It's just so hard not to kiss that sweet little face. Blah!

I had a nice weekend. We didn't do too much. Becky and I got tricked into visiting a Farmer's Market that was neither a farm or a market. It was pretty much 7 tents set up on a patch of grass. There were two tiny produce tables, a couple of jewelry vendors, and a hot dog stand. I bought two pairs of earrings, Becky got a hot dog. We planned our whole day around this market thinking it was going to be huge. We were in and out in 18 minutes. It was actually pretty funny.

So, I'm trying to decide whether or not to redecorate my house. Not completely redecorate but change around some accessories and add some color to my family room and kitchen. When we redid the tile in the house I threw away almost all of my rugs and I really need to find some new ones. We've been using a beach towel at the door leading out to our porch. I just don't know what direction to go. I love so many different styles. Obviously I can't buy new furniture so I have to find something that will go with brown. But whatever I do in the family room, it kind of has to coordinate with the kitchen. I'd really like to add something to the dining room too but then it spills over into the living room and then on and on from there. I just got a new Crate and Barrel catalog today so that may be fueling my desire for redecoration too.

A huge reason that I don't want to go overboard on redecorating is because our house is for sale. If this house sells, I'll have a new house to decorate and will probably want to do something completely different. We've only had one couple look at our house so far but I guarantee that as soon as I finish redecorating, someone will want to buy it. It's like when you wash your car, it's almost guaranteed that it's going to rain within 24 hours.

My mom just made plans to visit New York in August and I'm so jealous! I love visiting family up there. Aunt Barbara's house is so comfortable and relaxing and the family is just so fun. I tried really hard to find a way to squeeze it in but I can't. We've already planned a trip to Savannah over Labor Day weekend. We're so excited! We're going to eat our way through Savannah. We've already scoped out all the good restaurants. We rented a really cute house on Tybee Island and we're staying with two other couples that we're friends with. I'm really looking forward to just getting away.

Anyway, there isn't really a point to this post except for to catch up with everyone. Cross your fingers that I don't get sick!! I can't handle it!

Dieting Schmieting

Miranda, to Carrie's answering machine: Your good friend Miranda has just taken a piece of cake out of the garbage and eaten it. You will probably need this information when you check me into the Betty Crocker Clinic.

Ok, so for today's post I'm going back to the old faithful routine of ripping off Sex and the City quotes and writing my blog about it. I could say it's a tribute to the newly announced Sex and the City movie but it's really just laziness. Also, this quote just really fits today.

Remember a month ago when I said I was going to really try to focus on getting healthy during this break so that when I go back to my fertility treatments I'll have lost weight and gotten healthier? Yeah, it's not really working out that way. I feel like such a slob!

I know a lot of how I feel has to do with my damn polycystic ovaries but I am not doing well. All I want to eat is sugar! I'm like a crazy person when I get around sweets. I got home from work yesterday and ate 3 (THREE!!) cupcakes. That was before I had dinner. Today I ate McDonald's for lunch and it made me feel so disgusting. I've really been cutting back on fast food so I think I shocked my body with all the fat and grease and salt.

I really just don't know what to do to motivate myself. I give myself pep talks every single day. I say, "Self, you need to straighten up. You need to walk and eat vegetables." I need to pull myself away from my TV and get my lazy ass up and exercise. I don't know what I find so fascinating about television. There aren't even any good shows on right now. I get sucked into a cycle... two episodes of 30 Minute Meals, Entertainment Tonight, then Access Hollywood. By that time it's 8:00 and I've been on the couch for 2 hours and I'm tired. Don't ask me what I'm tired from, it's not from the riveting discussions about Paris Hilton and Eva Longoria.

The thing is, I know that when I eat healthy I feel better and I look better. I know that walking after work helps relieve stress and helps me sleep better. I know that I'm a happier person when I feel better about myself and my body. What I don't know is why I can't turn all that knowledge into motivation or will power. Why can I not eat 1 cupcake and be done with them? Why can't I refuse to watch the entertainment shows and exercise instead? Lord knows I read enough freaking gossip during the day on the Internet.

I know I've said it a hundred million times over the years but I am putting my foot down. I am going to eat healthier and I am going to walk after work. If I can't walk because it's raining then I am going to roll out this exercise ball and these hand weights and improvise. I AM GOING TO DO IT!!! I HAVE TO DO IT! It's not just about me anymore, it's about my future. I am fat, hear me roar!

Luminous or Peggy Bundy-ish?

Well, I had quite the beauty transformation weekend. Saturday morning I spent 3 hours at the salon and came home with mixed results. Saturday evening I got some new makeup to try and freshen up my face. I don't want to call it a reinvention but maybe just a spruce up.

My salon visit was interesting this time. Let me preface this section by telling you that I LOVE my hair girl (we'll call her "S"). She's awesome and usually just knows what to do to make me look hot. I've been going to her for over a year and haven't had any disappointments so far. But, Saturday was not a good visit. I usually go into my hair appointments with an open mind and discuss how I'm feeling with "S". We'll then decide which way to go with my hair. I knew I only wanted a trim because I like my cut but I didn't really know where I wanted to go with the color. I suggested going lighter because it's summer and I like light hair on myself. "S" suggested toning down the highlights I had and doing a reddish tint. I've never gone really red and just don't know that I can pull it off. So I was really iffy on that idea. "S" told me that we'd do golden highlights and a copper-ish tint over that. I trusted her because she always makes me look good.

Fast forward an hour. I come out of the shampoo and look at my hair in the mirror. It's orange. I immediately tell "S" that it's too red but she suggested waiting until it was blown dry and then deciding if I like it. After the blow dry my immediate reaction was, NO! It was like Kathy Griffin's hair. Way too orange. I told her I hated it and I couldn't pull it off. It definitely wasn't me. So, she toned it down for me. But that pretty much just meant getting rid of all the highlights. So now I have dark reddish-brown hair that is a cross breed of Peggy Bundy and Debra Messing. Joe keeps telling me that it looks good and he likes it. I keep telling him he's a liar. But, at this point, I'm going to own it. I've come this far I might as well give it a shot. It's only six weeks and then I can do something else. There are far more important things to worry about than hair.

Like makeup. I don't usually wear a lot of makeup. I'll usually just do some concealer on my under eye circles, some eyeshadow, blush and mascara. I didn't really think I needed foundation and I hate how heavy and greasy it feels on my face. But recent pictures of myself really brought to my attention that I need to be wearing something. I think I'm getting a little too old and sun damaged to go bare faced. After some research (and a recommendation from a friend) I decided to go with Bare Minerals by Bare Escentuals. You've probably all seen the infomercials. You know... swirl, tap, buff. The people on the commercials always look so great. So, I got the starter kit. That stuff is expensive but can you really put a price on luminous skin? I think not.

So I'm starting July with a new look. Peggy Bundy-ish hair and new, radiant (I hope) looking skin. The picture above is of me (and my new hair) and sweet little Peyton whose little neck just can't hold up her head yet. I'll let you be the judge of the new me.