March 07, 2014
I won't lie to you. This manicure was a complete mistake. I'd painted my nails earlier in the week with OPI The World Is Not Enough. I really, really love this polish. I'm a huge fan of OPI in general, but lately haven't been spending the dollars on it. Abby gave me this polish when I was visiting over the weekend. I tried (lazily) to take an iphone pic of it, but it just doesn't capture well. You can kind of tell in the photo of the bottle that it's very iridescent. It has flecks of gold, pink, purple, green etc while having an undertone of taupe. It's just freaking gorgeous.
OPI polishes usually wear pretty great (at least on me). I can go a week or longer without any chips, etc. Except, I accidentally nicked myself with a huge knife (yeah, I know. Why did I even think it was okay to USE a huge knife). I ended up gauging out part of my index finger nail. Ew, right? Aside from the pain--it messed up my pretty polish.
I planned on taking real pics of my earlier mani and just using that for this week's nail files (if you can't tell--the blog is suffering from neglect thanks to my revisions). But when I messed up the mani, I figured I'd try to throw something together quickly. I really wasn't in the mood to do my nails (are you guys gasping? I know. Even I don't want to do my nails sometimes). I have that sinful colors pinky glitter. I picked it up while browsing my collecting thinking of what I could use it with. On a whim, I threw a quick coat over one of my nails just to see how it does as a top coat and holy cow I fell in love.
So all of that to say, I didn't mean for this to be my manicure. But the glitter camouflages the gauge in my index finger and it adds a certain rose gold quality to the existing polish!!
March 06, 2014
- I messed up. I'm the one who basically bullied Kristin into making this a link up--and then I went on some kind of blog hiatus and totally forgot all about it. Either way, I'm here now. But about that blogging hiatus thing? I blame revisions. And the fact that it's my husband's "spring break." Don't get all excited--he's still going in to work--just not until 10 or later, which means I'm staying up crazy late and sleeping in--and then trying to shift my gears into "work." Don't stone me, but I'm much more productive when I wake up at the crack of dawn.
- My no carb eating husband has finally been convinced that maybe it's a better idea to eat a good proportion of a well-balanced meal instead. So he's all into the idea of the green smoothie which is a-ok by me because I love those things. Mind you, we discussed the ingredients and then made a 10:30PM trip out to cookout. We do what we want.
- I'm on the Scandal train. And it's going warp speed. I just started the second season. I'll blame this as another reason I'm staying up super late. I've admitted here before that I'm not exactly the smartest person on the planet. Don't get me wrong--I can function as a normal human being--but I'm not tremendously smart. A lot of what goes on on Scandal kind of goes over my head until it all "comes together" at the end. I'm not ashamed to admit it. Whatever. I'm still enjoying it.
- While I was visiting the BFF last weekend (which, by the way--awakened parts of my soul I didn't even know were dormant)--we got to go out in civilization. I know. I KNOW! We went to Buy Buy Baby (this former nanny knows way too much about little creatures that aren't in her house), TARGET (do you hear those angels singing?) And Ulta. Would you believe me if I told you all I bought was a $1 elf eye shadow brush and some sleeping pills? I think I was just in shock to see actual live human beings and that prevented me from actually spending any money. Target seemed like a museum of my past to me. Just standing in there and breathing the air was good enough for me!
You should definitely go and link up with Kristin! There aren't any rules! Just link up! Oh, and it would be polite if you linked back to her--but it's not completely necessary because she's wicked cool like that.
March 04, 2014
Attachements by Rainbow Rowell.
I don't often gush over books. I try to keep myself contained. I am also extremely guilty of what my sister calls reading like a writer instead of just reading for fun. A lot of times, that ruins books for me. She'll come running to me with a book she absolutely loved that I could hardly force myself limp my way through. It drives her nuts.
I read Eleanor and Park just like everyone else. And I found it charming and adorable if not a little slow paced. But I liked it none the less.
But there was something different about Attachments. After finishing the book, I of course updated my goodreads--and found that a lot of people had conflicting feelings about it. In fact, my very trusty book pal Tara only gave it three stars. Huh.
I started to question myself for half a second. That maybe I missed something or that perhaps my opinion wasn't exactly cool. But I know myself well enough to know--I don't just enjoy books. I'm harsh and critical. I often find myself skimming through unimportant pages cursing the author for feeling the need to go on and on when the words they are writing aren't important.
I read every word of this book. And I found myself entirely engaged. I adored the format. I liked the flawed characters. I enjoyed the fact that the email exchanges between Beth and Jennifer reminded me completely of emails I'd send to Kelly back when life didn't make any sense.
I can't exactly put my finger on whatever it was that I got out of this book...but I know I got something out of it. I liked it from word one. And I read it intently until the very last page, which by the way, left me happy and satisfied in a completely unpredictable way.
So I guess this is me gushing. Over a book. And saying that maybe, perhaps, you should give it a read. And then come talk to me about it. Okay?
March 03, 2014
It's like I was sent a life boat and I turned it away because I was waiting for a miracle.
The life boat was the miracle.
I am afraid to go on road trips because I'm afraid of breaking down.
In the back of my head, I am angry that we aren't in a position to just buy a new car.
So I can go and see my friends.
So I don't have to hesitate.
So I don't have to think about it.
What I have isn't good enough.
That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard. I have a car. It's an old car, but I have a car. A car that has been taken care of. Sure, it's had its stubborn moments, but I have a car.
Bear with me here a second.
My best friend lives 4 hours away. I have the blessing of a flexible schedule--but it's been years since I've been to visit her (and some of those years she only live 1.5 hours away) because J's busy working, and I was too afraid to make the trip alone. I was afraid to make the trip alone because what if I break down. I'm confessing something to you here--hold off on the judgment for a second if you can.
It's not an excuse--it's a real, true fear. But I allowed that fear to fester. And it's gotten to a point that I stop myself from doing a lot of things because of that fear. It reminds me of when I said I couldn't write a book until I got a new computer (that was 5 years ago...and I'm still using the same computer).
Before you click out, judging me, listen.
I have a point, I promise.
There was this overwhelming need to get out to SC this past weekend. Nothing was wrong. Everyone was well and they didn't need my help per se with anything, but I felt this pulling on my heart. My friend asked me to come, and I was prepared to make my standard issued reply I can't, J's got work and you know my car. But I didn't. I had anxiety the entire week leading up to Friday. I packed up the car and off I went. The 4 hour drive took 6. And I was in desperate need of a hug and a beer when I arrived, but my car made it just fine.
- On Friday night, we sat next to a couple at the bar who I know we were just meant to meet and talk to.
- On Saturday, I was able to witness Clay (Abby's brother who has Wilson's Disease, and who has been in a wheel chair unable to do anything for himself--eat, drink, swallow, walk, talk, etc since 2008) scoot his chair forward using only his feet for the first time. This was a moment that brought me to tears.
- On Sunday, I met two young ladies who have an inspiring story of their adoption from Romania.
- And the Sunday Service spoke right to my heart.
My point here is this.
I was absolutely meant to be in SC this past weekend.
It was important for me to get over that fear and just go.
I have the tools. Use them.
Stop waiting for better ones.
February 27, 2014
**FYI: the post I did on Monday (Stuff & Things) will become a link up on Thursday of next week with the darling Kristin! Be sure to join in on the fun!**
Somehow, I managed to give myself and my husband food poisoning on Tuesday night. Now, J has a stomach of steel so it didn't hit him as hard, but I on the other hand was cursing myself all day yesterday. I know better and yet, I did it anyway. I'm so weird about chicken. I mean so weird, y'all! I had salmonella (collective ewwww from the crowd, if you will) when I was a Junior in HS and it was the worst thing ever. So I'm always so damn careful. But I got lazy on Tuesday. And I paid the price.
I spent the day on Wednesday (besides feeling sick) limping my way through re-writes and chatting with an old HS friend (who also happens to be the copyeditor for my book). I don't know about you--but sometimes just reconnecting (I mean, really reconnecting, not just sending a friend request on FB so you can cyber stalk) with people from your past can be really refreshing. Sarah and I have been in touch for years now since HS, but we spent nearly the entire day talking--and it just made me miss her. She's off chasing her dreams in CA now. So that's pretty darn cool.
I haven't made much time for TV lately. I watch The Bachelor (begrudgingly--I've already invested too much time not to finish out the season--but I kind of hate Juan Pablo). But otherwise, I have a hard time convincing myself to spend my time watching TV when I have so many books to read. But by the end of the day yesterday, I could hardly think straight--so I finally jumped on the Scandal train. HOLY FREAKING COW. That's all I'll say about that.
It's a gorgeous day out today, so I'm about to snap a leash on the dog and go for a long walk to get some fresh air before I tackle another day of re-writes! Happy Thursday, friends!