So that was Monday...

So a girl walks into a nail salon and asks for a wax.
Girl lays down and esthetician says "Oh wow."

Life without Eyebrows Julie is really tough guys. REALLY tough.

C'est Ma Vie

I returned a top today. I told the salesgirl I couldn't get it zipped up no matter how hard I tried. and I couldn't turn it to the front, zip it, and then slide the zipper to the back. (a method sometimes useful with back zippers.) After explaining my troubles (including the commentary that my chest is in no way too large to prevent a zippered top), the salesgirl looked at me and informed me the "top" was actually a highwaist skirt.

Mademoiselle Fashionista strikes again.

I Feel Like I Should Blog

Things I'm thinking about:

1. Camping!
2. Work. And how I'm not thinking about work. Because tomorrow is a new day.
3. Visitors!!
4. Frank Turner. I think I'm only creatively obsessed. His show quenched a need to hear great live music in a small intimate setting.
5. All the movies I wanna see.
6. How I'll cross An Education off that list tomorrow!
7. How long I will be back into updating this blog and twitter.
8. How much I enjoy the outdoors here and how that's the unexpected icing of this job.
9. Up in the Air. Sure this should be like a 5a or something, but boy does it look sexy!
10. My fam and how excited I am to see them in 12 days.

Two more things I just remembered to be excited about:

1. Friday Night Lights. So glad I'm finally on this bandwagon. It hasn't disappointed.
2. I have pre-ordered a fantastic bike that I won't get to see in person until January 11th. Good things come to those who wait, right?

Oh and also...I was watching the second ever episode of Ally MacBeal - because I never had before, and when you don't have a tivo you turn to free episodic television - and guess who I saw in the background as an uncredited extra? Jon Hamm. He's really turned things around since then, hasn't he? Speaking of Mad Men, I'm really proud of January Jones lately.

I leave you with this. Once upon a time I wrote an Itunes Playlist of sorts to post here on this blog that I have sadly ignored for far too long. (Sad for me, because I like a record of my life, obviously.) Anywho...

Of this particular selection I said:

"I feel like this song is inside me, and listening to it feels more familiar than anything else I know."

Dramatic? Sure. But I can't explain it any other way. Enjoy.

32 Flavors and then some...

Things I'm loving right now:

A. Overhearing the following two things as I did my line interviews yesterday:

1. "She must write the jokes for Wayne Brady."
2. "I think she's the warm up and the line is part of the show."

SO flattering. Neither are true. I just have a gift for gab and banter...

B. This song:



It's on my peptalk playlist. (The one I listen to in the morning to wake me up and get me ready to chat up the peeps.) But it's also great for impromptu jumping jack seshes. I will forever be in debt to "Adventures in Babysitting" for introducing me to Edwin Starr.

C. This video and the message it contains:

Protect Insurance Companies PSA from Will Ferrell

Obama why?
PS I heart funny unkempt Jon Hamm.

Waxing Poetic

So today was to be my first day off since like the third wk of August...you can imagine what this means my eyebrows looked like.

If you know me you know I'm sort of obsessed with the grooming of my eyebrows. Furthermore, you know that I have an on-call relationship with my waxer, Eyebrows Julie. She's amazing. But unfortunately, she's also in LA. I am in Vegas.

So I set out to have someone else control my caterpillars. As luck would have it there was one of those Asian nail places next to my bank-inside-a-grocery store establishments. These, too me, are the only places to get your brows waxed. But they're not all up to snuff.

I knew I wouldn't find a Julie. I also felt like I was cheating on her as I laid on that white papered bed next to the lil crock pot of wax. I reiterated (as I always do when someone else does my eyebrows) that they're really easy. That all I need is clean-up. Yes, please follow the natural arch. (I'm so blessed!) No, no thanks, I don't want them any thinner. I just don't want hair growing from temple to temple.

There's always a little bit of a panic as the first swipe of hot wax crosses over what feels like the exact MIDDLE of my brow. I mean, you never know what you're going to get, and if there is one beautifying thing I am high maintenance about, it's (random, I know) my eyebrows.

To me clean eyebrows really freshen the look of one's face. My face in particular. I always feel prettier when I get my first glimpse of my new brows. Unless they've been screwed up. Then it's immediate meltdown. Eyebrows are important.

So there I was, as Lucy used a magnifying light to identify every random hair in my eyebrow line. This had never been my experience before (not even in Paris!). She commented that the fact I had eyebrows on the side of my upper nose was VERY unusual. She said this with a giggle. But for some reason I liked her so I went with it. Then she started waxing my nose. Like the tip of my nose. Who has hair on the tip of their nose? I mean I've never seen that I have. But there she was, coating my nose in hot wax. As I laid there thinking about pores, and whether this new wax would make me break out, (It better not!) I relaxed into the zen field that for some reason, waxing sends me into.

And then. It was over. Moment of mirror truth. And while they weren't Julie perfect, they weren't half bad. And the only panic I felt was that I spotted a few more grey ones than I've seen in the past. Eventually, I won't be able to pluck the grey ones, as they'll change the shape of the brow. Or I'll have to become one of those people who dyes their eyebrows. Seriously?

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Sleepy Tigers

Remember when I used to use song titles for blog titles?
Remember when I used to write a blog?

Here are 10 things I learned at work today:

1. People younger than me have 5 kids.
2. Like several people.
3. Like people who look like they are under 20 years of age.

(I blame the midwest. And Utah. And I can say that as someone who is from the midwest and has been to Utah. In addition, the aforementioned were from the midwest and/or Utah. Proving my point.)

4. There are lots of different ways to say housewife and/or stay-at-home mom.
5. The coldest part of LA is BrrrrBank.
6. Sometimes I like people just because they look like a quirky version of Taylor Swift.
7. And because they're getting married on 9-9-9...a day I would have LOVED to either have a baby or get married. I like numbers divisible by 3.
8. I'm also really into people's names.
9. I like making people happy and being responsible for good memories.
10. I don't like it when people I like don't win.

What day is it?

Remember when I used to blog?

Looking back at a few oldies but goodies makes me sad I haven't in a while. As I was telling a friend earlier tonight, people don't like me sad and serious. They like me fun and bubbly and hilarious. People including me.

I've had an interesting summer. Lotsa traveling, which we all know I love...and I found myself very inspired during a day in June on Long Beach on Koh Phi Phi in Thailand. I had all intentions of publishing the epiphany here, but there have been things that have gone down since then that will require me to edit a majority of it, but the bones are still there. And may one day show up here.

I've seen beaucoups of movies. I've been to some shows. I've lost some L-Bs and chilled with some hoes...(it rhymes!)

So I'm gonna try to come back to this. And have fun things to say. And fun pictures to show. Because I'm fun. And I am having fun. With fun people.

PS...I came across this book in Barnes and Noble and almost started crying. I know it's a collection of essays or whatever, but have you seen the subtitle to this blog?? I felt robbed. I mean, perhaps it's not the most original idea. A whole generation of girls love Judy Blume, but still!!