Yesterday we made the long drive to Tallahassee to attend the Florida State vs. Duke game. I had been looking forward to this trip for so long and was so excited that it was finally here. You see, even though I lived in Tallahassee and went to school at Florida State I have never attended a football game in Doak Campbell stadium. I've been to a couple of games but they were always on neutral ground in Jacksonville. So to finally be in Doak was a huge thrill for me.
My sister-in-law made the trek down to Tally from Alabama and we all stayed at my girlfriend's brand new (beautiful) house. We tailgated before the game at a friend's office right down the street from the stadium. It was so great being around all Florida State fans. The camaraderie was amazing and the excitement in the air had the whole area buzzing. There were little Seminole fans running around playing football and tailgaters' grills fired up cooking all kinds of good stuff. We cooked up our own goodies and sat around drinking beer until it was time to walk to the stadium. I was practically skipping my way there I was so excited, and maybe a little drunk too.
Once inside the stadium I was positively giddy. It was the "blackout" game so all the fans and players were wearing black. Almost all the stands were black. It was really neat. The "Marching Chiefs" were playing and we were singing the fight song and doing the war chant and having a ball. The game started out slow but we didn't care because we were having a great time. The only complaint I have is that college stadiums don't sell beer. That was a real downer. I knew ahead of time that was the case but I didn't really think it would affect me all that much. I drank quite a few beers before the game and thought my buzz would last at least through the third quarter. Nope! Half time came and my buzz was practically gone. We left the game a little early to keep the party going. Besides, the Duke Blue Devils were no match for my Noles who easily defeated them 25-6.
It was strange going back to Tallahassee though. We drove by our old apartment and felt a little nostalgia set in. It's weird how everything is so different yet everything is still the same. There are roads that are STILL under construction and new business next to the old ones. The hills and the trees look the same and even the students look the same as they used to. It's like college students in Florida wear a uniform. The guys are in sloppy, baggy jeans, flip flops and polo shirts with their spiky-just-rolled-out-of-bed hair. The girls wear their jean skirts and flip flops and tank tops.... even though it was 50 degrees out. It was great though. We had a blast.
I can't wait to go back to another game. I really want to make it a tradition to get up to Tallahassee at least once a year. I can't wait to have my own little Seminole running around in his/her finest Florida State gear while we tailgate. It's definitely a family affair up there. One big, happy, tomahawk chopping family. GO NOLES!!!
P.S. Becky and Lindsey---- GO DAWGS!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Jazz Hands
Well, I've gone and done it. I've done something that would make 16 year old Tricia (shoot, even 24 year old Tricia) shudder with disgust. I joined dun, dun, duuuun... Jazzercise. Eeeeek! No, this isn't a scary tale to get you ready for Halloween. This is the honest to God truth.
You all have heard continuously about my struggle to lose weight. Or, more fittingly, my struggle with will power. I'll start something and do it for a day or two and then quit because I'm being inconvenienced. Well, one of my new co-workers goes to a Jazzercise class right down the street from my house and made it sound really fun and somehow talked me into going. I was somehow able to talk my mom into going with me. The way I see it, we'll be doing something other than sitting on the couch and we can hopefully lose weight and get in shape. Plus, now that we're both going, it'll be motivation to keep going.
So we get to Jazzercise class and start to fill out our paperwork. All the other ladies (and gentlemen) start to arrive for class. I was immediately struck by the number of older and elderly people and the fact that almost everyone was in spandex. I have to admit that I was very cocky going into the class. After all, I'm a 28 year old former cheerleader with tons of rhythm and dance experience. If those old fogies could Jazzercise, it should be no problem for me.
I got prepped with my five pound dumbbells and my medium intensity resistance band and me and mom took our places in the middle of the room. We were ready to go. Then the music started. Wow. I quickly realized I'm not the same cute cheerleader who can dance and bounce and pick up moves in a flash. No, now I'm more like a deaf Napoleon Dynamite trying to keep up with the dancers from Fame. Apparently ten years makes a big difference in your rhythm. But, we forged on. Mom and I probably spent the first five minutes of class just laughing our asses off. Partly at ourselves, partly at the teacher, and partly at the whole idea of what we were doing.
However, our laughter quickly turned into gasps for air as the teacher was thoroughly kicking our asses. She say to go one way, we couldn't figure out what way that was, so we'd bump into each other or turn the wrong way. We were like Siamese twins trying to get away from each other. Once we'd finally figure out what move we were supposed to be doing the teacher would move on to something else and we'd have to figure that one out. Meanwhile, the old fogies are dancing and bouncing and having a great time. What the hell?! At one point I looked around and I swear the class looked like a cross between a Sweatin' to the Oldies tape and Michael Jackson's Thriller video. It was quite a scene.
But, as embarrassed as I am that I am currently enrolled in Jazzercise, I have to say I feel great right now. I feel like I've taken a step in the right direction. I've gotten my ass (and my mom's ass) off the couch and moving. If the classes stay at the pace it was tonight, it won't be long until we're svelte and bouncing along with the old people. I have to draw the line at the Spandex though. NEVER! I know, never say never. I'm pretty sure that at one time I said no to Jazzercise and yet here I am, praising it. I'm giving it three snaps in "Z" formation..... and a big jazz hands finish but I give you my solemn vow of no spandex!
You all have heard continuously about my struggle to lose weight. Or, more fittingly, my struggle with will power. I'll start something and do it for a day or two and then quit because I'm being inconvenienced. Well, one of my new co-workers goes to a Jazzercise class right down the street from my house and made it sound really fun and somehow talked me into going. I was somehow able to talk my mom into going with me. The way I see it, we'll be doing something other than sitting on the couch and we can hopefully lose weight and get in shape. Plus, now that we're both going, it'll be motivation to keep going.
So we get to Jazzercise class and start to fill out our paperwork. All the other ladies (and gentlemen) start to arrive for class. I was immediately struck by the number of older and elderly people and the fact that almost everyone was in spandex. I have to admit that I was very cocky going into the class. After all, I'm a 28 year old former cheerleader with tons of rhythm and dance experience. If those old fogies could Jazzercise, it should be no problem for me.
I got prepped with my five pound dumbbells and my medium intensity resistance band and me and mom took our places in the middle of the room. We were ready to go. Then the music started. Wow. I quickly realized I'm not the same cute cheerleader who can dance and bounce and pick up moves in a flash. No, now I'm more like a deaf Napoleon Dynamite trying to keep up with the dancers from Fame. Apparently ten years makes a big difference in your rhythm. But, we forged on. Mom and I probably spent the first five minutes of class just laughing our asses off. Partly at ourselves, partly at the teacher, and partly at the whole idea of what we were doing.
However, our laughter quickly turned into gasps for air as the teacher was thoroughly kicking our asses. She say to go one way, we couldn't figure out what way that was, so we'd bump into each other or turn the wrong way. We were like Siamese twins trying to get away from each other. Once we'd finally figure out what move we were supposed to be doing the teacher would move on to something else and we'd have to figure that one out. Meanwhile, the old fogies are dancing and bouncing and having a great time. What the hell?! At one point I looked around and I swear the class looked like a cross between a Sweatin' to the Oldies tape and Michael Jackson's Thriller video. It was quite a scene.
But, as embarrassed as I am that I am currently enrolled in Jazzercise, I have to say I feel great right now. I feel like I've taken a step in the right direction. I've gotten my ass (and my mom's ass) off the couch and moving. If the classes stay at the pace it was tonight, it won't be long until we're svelte and bouncing along with the old people. I have to draw the line at the Spandex though. NEVER! I know, never say never. I'm pretty sure that at one time I said no to Jazzercise and yet here I am, praising it. I'm giving it three snaps in "Z" formation..... and a big jazz hands finish but I give you my solemn vow of no spandex!
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
She's a bad mamma jamma
I'd like to take a moment to recognize our mother. Mother Earth that is. I don't know if I've mentioned it yet but I have the most amazing drive to work every morning. I smile every time I make the turn onto the main street on my way into work. I smile, at 7:15am. It really makes my day.
My drive to work, though, is not your average drive to work. I get to drive over the river, through a wildlife preserve while the sun is rising in front of me. The sky is pink and orange and the sun rays are just peeking through the clouds. I see dolphin swimming in the river and alligators floating in the waterways along the road. I've always loved nature but this is over the top.
I've been making more efforts in the past couple of years to be more environmentally friendly. I am a huge believer in global warming and am really afraid of what we're doing to our planet. I really love that "going green" is becoming more popular and that magazines and newspapers and the Internet have really made it easy to find ways you can curb your energy consumption.
My girlfriend recently wrote an article in our work newspaper about our cafeteria's efforts to reduce waste by doing away with Styrofoam cups. She also pointed out an article on Oprah.com that has lots of different things you can do (easily) in your own home. I'm just going to list them briefly here but I'll provide a link to the article below if you'd like to look at it more in depth.
My drive to work, though, is not your average drive to work. I get to drive over the river, through a wildlife preserve while the sun is rising in front of me. The sky is pink and orange and the sun rays are just peeking through the clouds. I see dolphin swimming in the river and alligators floating in the waterways along the road. I've always loved nature but this is over the top.
I've been making more efforts in the past couple of years to be more environmentally friendly. I am a huge believer in global warming and am really afraid of what we're doing to our planet. I really love that "going green" is becoming more popular and that magazines and newspapers and the Internet have really made it easy to find ways you can curb your energy consumption.
My girlfriend recently wrote an article in our work newspaper about our cafeteria's efforts to reduce waste by doing away with Styrofoam cups. She also pointed out an article on Oprah.com that has lots of different things you can do (easily) in your own home. I'm just going to list them briefly here but I'll provide a link to the article below if you'd like to look at it more in depth.
- Unplug your appliances when not in use. About 75% of the energy consumed by home appliances occurs while they're turned off but still plugged in.
- Program your thermostat. Every degree you lower your thermostat in the winter and raise it in the summer will reduce your heating and cooling bills by 1% or more.
- Caulk it up. Closing off drafts and boosting insulation can cut your heating and cooling bills by 20%.
- Replacing single-pane windows with energy-efficient double panes can reduce heating and cooling bills by one third. (This one is pretty pricey but could be worth the investment)
- Low flow shower head. Forget the Seinfeld episode for a second and think about this: a low-flow shower head can reduce carbon dioxide emissions 376 pounds and reduce your electric bill $20 to $40 annually.
- Change your light bulbs! This one is so easy. Replace your regular old bulbs with energy efficient compact florescent bulbs. If every US household replaced just one bulb with an energy efficient bulb, we could save $600 million in utility bills and enough energy to light 3 million homes each year!
- Energy efficient appliances. Another expensive one but if one of your current appliances break, consider an energy efficient replacement.
I'm sure there are a ton more things that you can do other than what I've listed here. We should all be recycling but you could also think about trading in the gas guzzler for a more fuel efficient vehicle or you could plant a tree. There are lots of ways to help the planet and I think we really should all take some time to actually do it. Sure, global warming is a big bitch and it will be really hard to un-do the damage that has already been done but if each of us takes baby steps to improve our habits it could make a big difference.
I hope to stay at my job for many years to come. I certainly don't want to have my breath taking drive to work ruined by global warming. And I would hate to think that I had the opportunity now to save the earth for my children and grandchildren and I let the opportunity pass. Showing them amazing things like dolphins and alligators and sunrises would be so much fun. So, I am passing on this request to all of you. Look around your house and look at your budget and see what things you can do to reduce your energy consumption. Let's not ruin what we have had the honor to experience. Let's save it for our future generations.
Oprah article link: http://www.oprah.com/presents/oathome/200709/gogreen/gogreen_b.jhtmlThursday, October 11, 2007
Here Comes the Wife
Four years ago today I was a blushing bride just two hours into my new marriage. It seems like forever ago and I can hardly remember some of the details. Things that seemed so important when we were planning just fade into the background of my memory now.
Joe and I had a longer-than-average 16 month engagement. We took time and planned everything out so our wedding day would be just right. You learn a lot of stuff while planning your wedding. You learn the proper way to address a formal envelope and can calculate the correct postage just by picking it up. You learn to recognize the songs Cannon in D, Ave Maria, and Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring and can tell them apart. You learn how to read a Farmer's Almanac, a satellite radar, and visit the NOAA website hourly to see what the chance is that it will rain on your wedding day. You learn way too much about hors de oeuvres, plated and/or buffet dinners, cake flavors, and champagne. You learn it all and you whip it all up into one magical day.
What you don't learn is how to be married. As I mentioned earlier, today is my four year anniversary. I laughed to myself this evening about this very fact as I was hosing the dog poop and dirt off my pool deck. We've come a long way in four years. Gone are the champagne and strawberry fantasies that you see on TV. I don't mean that in a bad way I just think that after a while you don't need all that bull shit anymore. Life is what you live everyday not just on anniversaries and holidays. If your everydays are good, you've got it made.
It is so interesting, though, how much planning we (as a society) put into weddings but we rarely think about what married life will actually be like. I know that I am speaking as an amateur here but being married is hard. It's not all white dress, cake eating, first dance romantic. I think a lot of people go into married life with a fantasy of what it will be like. I'm sure that fantasy doesn't include arguing about what you'll have for dinner, the power struggle over who will take the garbage out or the mortification you'll feel after your husband finds, and then plunges for you, the mess you unintentionally left in the toilet. You think it'll always be romantic and sweet and loving. And it is, sometimes, but you need to be prepared for the other times too.
In our four short years as husband and wife, we've experienced a lot of ups and downs. We've been through quite a bit from infertility and heartbreak to being so broke we can't even afford to buy anniversary cards to wanting to strangle each other on the way home from long car trips. But, so far, we've managed to get through it all by talking and laughing and remembering that there may be tough times but there are always good times too. There is a line in a song that I love and it always makes me smile. It goes, "it's the little things that only I know, those are the things that make you mine." I think that's true of marriages too. It's the little things in a marriage that make it strong and that make it special to the two of you. If we can remember to take care of the little things, the big stuff should be a piece of cake..... wedding cake.
Joe and I had a longer-than-average 16 month engagement. We took time and planned everything out so our wedding day would be just right. You learn a lot of stuff while planning your wedding. You learn the proper way to address a formal envelope and can calculate the correct postage just by picking it up. You learn to recognize the songs Cannon in D, Ave Maria, and Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring and can tell them apart. You learn how to read a Farmer's Almanac, a satellite radar, and visit the NOAA website hourly to see what the chance is that it will rain on your wedding day. You learn way too much about hors de oeuvres, plated and/or buffet dinners, cake flavors, and champagne. You learn it all and you whip it all up into one magical day.
What you don't learn is how to be married. As I mentioned earlier, today is my four year anniversary. I laughed to myself this evening about this very fact as I was hosing the dog poop and dirt off my pool deck. We've come a long way in four years. Gone are the champagne and strawberry fantasies that you see on TV. I don't mean that in a bad way I just think that after a while you don't need all that bull shit anymore. Life is what you live everyday not just on anniversaries and holidays. If your everydays are good, you've got it made.
It is so interesting, though, how much planning we (as a society) put into weddings but we rarely think about what married life will actually be like. I know that I am speaking as an amateur here but being married is hard. It's not all white dress, cake eating, first dance romantic. I think a lot of people go into married life with a fantasy of what it will be like. I'm sure that fantasy doesn't include arguing about what you'll have for dinner, the power struggle over who will take the garbage out or the mortification you'll feel after your husband finds, and then plunges for you, the mess you unintentionally left in the toilet. You think it'll always be romantic and sweet and loving. And it is, sometimes, but you need to be prepared for the other times too.
In our four short years as husband and wife, we've experienced a lot of ups and downs. We've been through quite a bit from infertility and heartbreak to being so broke we can't even afford to buy anniversary cards to wanting to strangle each other on the way home from long car trips. But, so far, we've managed to get through it all by talking and laughing and remembering that there may be tough times but there are always good times too. There is a line in a song that I love and it always makes me smile. It goes, "it's the little things that only I know, those are the things that make you mine." I think that's true of marriages too. It's the little things in a marriage that make it strong and that make it special to the two of you. If we can remember to take care of the little things, the big stuff should be a piece of cake..... wedding cake.
Monday, October 8, 2007
You're such a dreamer
I'm on a mission to solve a mystery. The mysterious disappearance of my dreams. Not the "hopes and dreams" kind of dreams but actual dreams that I'm supposed to have when I'm asleep. I can't remember the last time I dreamt and it's a little disturbing to me.
I used to have amazing, vivid and thorough dreams. I dreamt in full color with full story lines and a very good attention to detail. I would wake from my dreams and sometimes think about them all day. Not all the dreams were good, some were scary while others were funny and there were some that never made any sense. I used to be able to fly. I would start by running and then take off into the sky. I would glide for a while and then have to flap my arms like a bird to stay afloat. I loved it, it was unbelievable. I was so into my dreams that at one point I bought a dream book and attempted to analyze what my dreams meant.
That's a pretty funny experience. For instance, a dream about death isn't necessarily a bad thing. In fact, according to my dream book, death is rarely a bad omen. There are all kinds of different ways it can be interpreted depending on what you actually see in your dream. One dream can have you flipping all over the dream book trying to piece it all together. My dream about flying actually represented my ambitions. If I was successful at flying, which I was most of the time, it meant that I could expect to achieve my ambitions without too much difficulty. The dream book can really surprise you when you think you know what your dreams mean. But, who the hell knows? I don't know what kind of credentials the dream book people hold. How do they know what your dream means? It's anybody's best guess really.
But, as silly a past time as "decoding" dreams is, I seriously wish I had some dreams to look up. I don't know what has happened to my amazing dreams. They've vanished without a trace. I don't know if I'm not sleeping well enough to have dreams or I'm having them and just not remembering or if I have early stage dementia and I'll be a vegetable soon. Either way, I would really like to know how to get my dreams back! I would really hate to think that my mind has stopped being creative. Maybe too much TV or too much junk food has got my brain all gunked up. Maybe my subconscious mind has stopped trying to clue my conscious mind in on what's really going on inside me because it knows I never listen. Maybe Joe just snores so loud that it scares my subconscious mind away.
I need my dreams. I'm on a mission to find them again. It may take a while to find the culprit that stole my sweet slumber stories but I'm going to narrow them down one by one. I think I need to start with a good night's sleep. I need to go to bed when I'm actually tired. I need to kick the dogs out of the bed. I can not be a slave to them! I may even have to kick Joe out for a night to see if that helps. Then I need to ditch the alarm clock and let my body wake up naturally and peacefully. The jolt of the alarm clock at 5:30am blaring Bon Jovi surely can't help when I'm trying to remember what I'd just dreamt about. At that point all I can remember is, "It's my life, it's now or never..."
Wish me luck on my new quest. I have a feeling I'm going to need it. And to all of you I wish sweet dreams.
I used to have amazing, vivid and thorough dreams. I dreamt in full color with full story lines and a very good attention to detail. I would wake from my dreams and sometimes think about them all day. Not all the dreams were good, some were scary while others were funny and there were some that never made any sense. I used to be able to fly. I would start by running and then take off into the sky. I would glide for a while and then have to flap my arms like a bird to stay afloat. I loved it, it was unbelievable. I was so into my dreams that at one point I bought a dream book and attempted to analyze what my dreams meant.
That's a pretty funny experience. For instance, a dream about death isn't necessarily a bad thing. In fact, according to my dream book, death is rarely a bad omen. There are all kinds of different ways it can be interpreted depending on what you actually see in your dream. One dream can have you flipping all over the dream book trying to piece it all together. My dream about flying actually represented my ambitions. If I was successful at flying, which I was most of the time, it meant that I could expect to achieve my ambitions without too much difficulty. The dream book can really surprise you when you think you know what your dreams mean. But, who the hell knows? I don't know what kind of credentials the dream book people hold. How do they know what your dream means? It's anybody's best guess really.
But, as silly a past time as "decoding" dreams is, I seriously wish I had some dreams to look up. I don't know what has happened to my amazing dreams. They've vanished without a trace. I don't know if I'm not sleeping well enough to have dreams or I'm having them and just not remembering or if I have early stage dementia and I'll be a vegetable soon. Either way, I would really like to know how to get my dreams back! I would really hate to think that my mind has stopped being creative. Maybe too much TV or too much junk food has got my brain all gunked up. Maybe my subconscious mind has stopped trying to clue my conscious mind in on what's really going on inside me because it knows I never listen. Maybe Joe just snores so loud that it scares my subconscious mind away.
I need my dreams. I'm on a mission to find them again. It may take a while to find the culprit that stole my sweet slumber stories but I'm going to narrow them down one by one. I think I need to start with a good night's sleep. I need to go to bed when I'm actually tired. I need to kick the dogs out of the bed. I can not be a slave to them! I may even have to kick Joe out for a night to see if that helps. Then I need to ditch the alarm clock and let my body wake up naturally and peacefully. The jolt of the alarm clock at 5:30am blaring Bon Jovi surely can't help when I'm trying to remember what I'd just dreamt about. At that point all I can remember is, "It's my life, it's now or never..."
Wish me luck on my new quest. I have a feeling I'm going to need it. And to all of you I wish sweet dreams.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Sexy Beast
It's amazing how one piece of clothing or some lip gloss or a bad hair day can make me feel like a completely different person. I've been enjoying the new job "fashion show" these past two weeks. You know, where no one has seen any of your clothes before so every day is a new and exciting outfit. After about two weeks you have to start pulling out the repeats and then it's just not as fun. Everyone at work has been very complimentary of me and my outfits and shoes and even my perfume. It's been quite a self-esteem booster but also a clean slate. I'm like a mysterious creature that they've yet to figure out. I've noticed, though, how much one thing can make a difference in how I'm feeling on any particular day.
For instance, when I have on some really hot shoes I just feel hotter and I step lighter and I get a little strut going. It makes my posture better, I keep my head up and make eye contact with people and I smile at them. Isn't it silly how a pair of shoes can do so much to improve my day? I guess that's why I love them so much. It's like Prozac without a prescription.
I've never been a lipstick person but, like shoes, I'm seriously addicted to lip gloss. I have two favorites that I like to alternate between. It's ridiculous but the lip gloss makes me feel sexy. I slick it on and all of a sudden I'm like an Olsen twin doing the duck-lip-pursing thing. Like I've suddenly traded lips with Angelina Jolie. I know they are still my lips but until I look in a mirror, it's all about the state of mind that the lip gloss provides.
There is a down side to letting how I look or what I wear define my mood though. When something doesn't work, like an ill-fitting outfit or a bad hair day, it can make me feel rotten. I've had many bad hair days in the past so it's not like they are anything new for me. But, when I'm trying to make a good impression and prove to all these new people that I'm hot, a bad hair day is not a good thing for me. I had one of those days this week. I don't know why but I tend to overcompensate for a bad hair day by using more hair spray. I do it with blush too but that's a whole other blog. I've been an admitted hair spray addict in the past and I've been trying really hard to put the can down and back slowly out of the bathroom. But when a bad hair day strikes, that can always seems to find it's way back into my hands. Unfortunately, too much hair spray usually leaves me looking like a deranged Carol Seaver from Growing Pains. It's a very crispy look- not hot.
As I get older, I think I'm working out the quirks. All the magazines I've read and all the makeover shows I've watched are slowly teaching me what works for my body and my curly hair. I'm experimenting with new products and cuts and fabrics. Maybe by the time I'm thirty I'll have it all figured out. Maybe I'll at least have the presence of mind to use the hair spray sparingly. Do they have a 12 step program for that? Hi, my name is Tricia and I'm a hair sprayaholic...
For instance, when I have on some really hot shoes I just feel hotter and I step lighter and I get a little strut going. It makes my posture better, I keep my head up and make eye contact with people and I smile at them. Isn't it silly how a pair of shoes can do so much to improve my day? I guess that's why I love them so much. It's like Prozac without a prescription.
I've never been a lipstick person but, like shoes, I'm seriously addicted to lip gloss. I have two favorites that I like to alternate between. It's ridiculous but the lip gloss makes me feel sexy. I slick it on and all of a sudden I'm like an Olsen twin doing the duck-lip-pursing thing. Like I've suddenly traded lips with Angelina Jolie. I know they are still my lips but until I look in a mirror, it's all about the state of mind that the lip gloss provides.
There is a down side to letting how I look or what I wear define my mood though. When something doesn't work, like an ill-fitting outfit or a bad hair day, it can make me feel rotten. I've had many bad hair days in the past so it's not like they are anything new for me. But, when I'm trying to make a good impression and prove to all these new people that I'm hot, a bad hair day is not a good thing for me. I had one of those days this week. I don't know why but I tend to overcompensate for a bad hair day by using more hair spray. I do it with blush too but that's a whole other blog. I've been an admitted hair spray addict in the past and I've been trying really hard to put the can down and back slowly out of the bathroom. But when a bad hair day strikes, that can always seems to find it's way back into my hands. Unfortunately, too much hair spray usually leaves me looking like a deranged Carol Seaver from Growing Pains. It's a very crispy look- not hot.
As I get older, I think I'm working out the quirks. All the magazines I've read and all the makeover shows I've watched are slowly teaching me what works for my body and my curly hair. I'm experimenting with new products and cuts and fabrics. Maybe by the time I'm thirty I'll have it all figured out. Maybe I'll at least have the presence of mind to use the hair spray sparingly. Do they have a 12 step program for that? Hi, my name is Tricia and I'm a hair sprayaholic...
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