Since we've been watching Mad Men so much, I've developed a bit of a girl crush on Christina Hendricks. She is way better than dead in eyes January Jones. Plus, Christina has curves for days and works the crap out of them in her clothes. Bravo to the costume designers on the show. She is smokin' hot. I will never have a January Jones body and you know what? That is okay with me. I'd like to be less lumpy but over time, I'm proud of my hips, my thighs and my behind. They are what makes me a woman. Women like Christina and Adele make me feel sexy and that I should be embracing how I am shaped.
I know I'm months and years late but Adele's performance at the VMA's caused me to be near tears. Beautiful.
Those hips are killer. Plus, she is gorgeous.
I love her not quite flat stomach. It makes me feel normal.
The weekend flew by. I do not like when that happens. I managed to find some fun activities to take part in though.....
No, this isn't me going to a 1920's party dressed as a flapper. I found a video on Youtube that shows you how to curl your hair without heat. My hair is short but it takes forever to curl it and by the time I get done curling it all, the side I started with is already nearly straight. So I was excited to try this method.
I can't link to the video right now but the user name is "thelipstickdiaries" and the name of the video is "HAIR: How to get Vintage Style Curls without Heat!" I first tried this overnight and when I took the headband out Friday morning, my hair was too curly. I looked like a lion. My husband said it was nice but I knew better. I kept it in for about 2 hours on Saturday and here are the results....
I put some product in it so it wouldn't fall completely flat in a matter of minutes. I like. I like very much. I wish I could do it before work but I would have to wake up at 4 to give it two hours to set. Not interested.
My little town had their annual Wine Stroll event on Saturday so me and my friend/coworker Lindsay went galavanting through the streets drinking some wine. She did more of a wine tasting while I did more of wine drinking. Meaning? I was kinda wasted.
It was also HOT so we sat on a bench and took a break.
And purchased 4 bottles of water.
And I made the best purchase of 2011. A wine glass holder necklace. Yes, I went there. I was already three sheets to the wind at this point. True story: We walked out of the store and decided to go for another couple tastings when I freaked out and yelled "WHERE IS MY CUP???"
Yeah, its around your neck, you big dummy. You know, in the wine glass necklace you JUST purchased. And its not a cup. Its a wine glass. #toomuchwine. We were laughing so hard we were crying and people were staring at us. I dusted my shame off and off we went. The next stop had cupcakes so I was thrilled. Then we went home and I had two plates of nachos at our UFC party.
My cat took an adorable nap. I bet I don't look this cute while I sleep.
And then she went into the pantry, jumped into this shopping bag and hid. She does that a lot.
On Sunday, I saw The Help. Eh. I liked it ok. I liked the visualization I made of the book in my own head much better. I know they can't include everything from the book in the movie but I thought they left out some good plot points. I'm currently reading Water for Elephants and I'm debating on whether or not to watch the movie when I'm done. Any thoughts about that?
I hope everyone else had a great weekend! And if you hair allows, try that curling technique! It is really cool and easy!
I'll start by saying this is just my personal preference and I'm not knocking anyone who does differently.
We have a lot of walls in our house. Tall, short, wide, narrow. Walls for days. We decided to do our staircase picture wall with pictures of friends, family and scenic photos from our honeymoon and other trips we have taken together. Below is a collage of the only pictures out of about 30 that are of us alone.
Top left: San Francisco
Top right: Our wedding
Bottom Left: Maui for our honeymoon
Bottom right: Our wedding
We have a great mantle and thought it would be a great place for a wedding picture or two. But here is the thing....I feel weird having pictures of myself hanging around the house. So the picture we picked out to place on the mantle was of champagne flutes in focus and us blurry in the back. The clock used to play Beatles songs every hour but it disrupted our t.v. shows so I turned the sound off. Priorities.
There is something about seeing my face lurking on the walls that skeeves me out. We have a 11x13 engagement photo with a signature mat from my bridal shower that my husband wants me to frame and hang up but I don't have a clue where to put it. In the bedroom? No thanks. I don't want to stare at a picture of myself on the wall day in and day out. Especially if that picture is isolated and not part of a collage (like our staircase collage).
Whenever we get around to painting this wall (this needs to move to the top of the to do list) I plan to hang scenic pictures from trips we have taken together. Tahoe, Maui, Kona, Las Vegas, the Grand Canyon, Albuquerque, New York and Washington D.C. Will these pictures include our faces? Maybe one or two but certainly not all.
We really need to get rid of that old console. To do list: put on Craigslist.
What are your thoughts about hanging large pictures of yourself in your home?
I have a feeling I might go broke buying books for my Kindle. I finished The Help in 6 days. I read it during my breaks, before going to bed and while on the eliptical at the gym. Time really flies on that thing when you are reading!
Would anyone like to chime in with thoughts about this book? I put a spoiler warning up so if you haven't read or finished the book and don't want to be spoiled, read no more. But come back when you are done! I am hoping to see the movie this weekend.
My thoughts: I really enjoyed this book. I found it so interesting to read about the dynamics between the maids and their "white women". I was raging mad at Hilly by the end of the book. I wanted her to jump off the pages and into my house so I could punch her prissy self in the face. It makes me angry that Elizabeth wouldn't stick up for herself in her OWN home. I was getting so angry reading those last few pages. The only part of the book that made me teary eyed was when Aibileen had to say goodbye to Mae Mobley. My favorite parts of the book were the interactions they had. That is what I love about reading, the visualization of scenes that are completely up to you to imagine.
Now, for the bad. I was fairly disappointed in the end. Not so much for what was written but for what was not written. I wanted Minny's story to be completed. It just felt like it left dangling on a string. Sure, she was going to leave Leroy but then what? In my mind, she and her kids go live with The Foote's and live happily ever after. I see them as loving people and since they aren't able to have their own kids, they wouldn't mind Minny and her children living in their house. I guess the sad reality of Aibileen's story is that she did get fired by Hilly (stupid spineless Elizabeth) and had no choice but to find something else to do. I love how she imagined that she would be a writer knowing that she helped to write the book but I wish I knew that her life would be ok, safe and content.
As for Skeeter and Stewart. Eh. She is 24 and not like her "friends" who got married right out of college. She has her sights set for the Big City and I'm so glad she decided to go. It was the right choice. Stewart wasn't the man for her. Skeeter is open minded and the experience writing the book gave her a viewpoint that Stewart couldn't share. That relationship was not meant to be but I thought it was beautifully written in the book. It gave her a confidence she didn't have before. How many of us meet our husbands at 20 and marry and settle down with them? Not many. We date. We have failed relationships. We move on.
Please share your thoughts with me! My friend told me that the movie does a good job of providing some of that closure that the book leaves open. Please no movie spoilers though. Thanks!
THIS is what I lived through. Ok, I'm being sarcastic. Yes, I experienced the Loma Prieta earthquake in 1989 but I was 106 miles from the epicenter. I wasn't driving on the Bay Bridge when it collapsed. I can recall that day vividly though.
I was in my room, doing my 5th grade math homework. My window was open. My sister was downstairs, sitting on the floor using a typewriter. (For you young people, a typewriter was like a computer with no screen. You just put the paper on a roller, typed and pulled the paper out. Did you make a mistake? Nice typewriters had white-out keys. Google it.) Our parents were at the mall shopping.
The lamp on my desk started shaking. I thought it was the wind coming through my open window but I quickly realized it was not the wind when my sister started yelling my name asking what was going on. She said the tall bookshelves we had downstairs were swaying from the walls. Ummm scary. Being Betty by The Book, even at a young age, I screamed down to her "GET UNDER SOMETHING AND COVER YOUR HEAD." I should have earned extra credit in school for remembering what to do during an earthquake. In California, we had drills during school for this type of thing. That's how we roll.
When the shaking stopped (no idea how long it went for. I was 10, it would have lasted 10 seconds and it would have felt like a week), our parents called from a payphone (Young people, a payphone is a phone that you deposit a quarter in to use, usually found in public places. There were no cell phones in 1989. I don't know how we ever survived) and instructed us to go sit outside on the sidewalk, away from the house. We walked outside, I'm sure I was crying and sat on the sidewalk sitting very close together. I recall thinking that perhaps we should sit in the middle of the street in case the house falls on top of us. But then a car could come in our cul-de-sac and hit us so we stayed on the sidewalk.
My parents got home and told us that they were in Copeland Sports (kids, its a sporting goods store) and the whole mall was swaying to and fro. We thought the bookshelves swaying was scary. No thanks. I think I was scared of the mall for a while. We watched the news and saw the damage done in San Francisco and surrounding areas.
To add insult to injury, the earthquake interrupted game 3 of the World Series, in which the awesome SF Giants were playing the icky Oakland A's at Candlestick Park. The earthquake shook up (no pun intended) the Giants so much, they never recovered and lost to the stupid A's. THEY WERE EXPERIENCING PTSD OKAY!!!!! THEY COULDN'T FOCUS!
Anywoo, that wraps up my earthquake experience. Living in Northern California, we experience small shakers every now and again. I actually think I felt one the other night but didn't read anything on the news. I hope all you East Coast folks won't be traumatized by this. And if you are, you can write a blog post about it in 22 years!!!
Can I just point out that since 1989, the A's have been in the playoffs 7 times with NO trips to the World Series while the Giants have been in the playoffs 5 times with TWO trips to the World Series including the title in 2010. SO THERE.
I like reading but I seem to have trouble finishing books. I read Bossypants in 24 hours. I have two other books that I have started and they sit on my nightstand unfinished. Actually, one is now being used to prop up our computer tower. Not sure I understand why. When I re-booked our hotel for Washington D.C through Hotels.com, I became eligible for a FREE Amazon Kindle. It came in the mail on Friday and I dove right in!
I downloaded Pride and Prejudice because it was free and then purchased The Help because everyone and their mom has read it. I'm 6% done with it!
The yellow arrows are for my husband. Michelle's Kindle. MICHELLE'S KINDLE.
People who read, please give me suggetions for books to read. I'm not sure why I will be more dedicated to reading but I feel more motivated to read books since receiving the Kindle. I wish their was a way to scan the unfinished books I already own onto the Kindle. C'mon technology...catch up!
I'm not good at predicting how long marriages in Hollywood last. I did come up with the pathetic idea to save all of my People Magazines so I could look back and see what relationships succeeded and which failed. (This is about the time when you shake your head and urge me in the comments to get a life. A real life.)
To anyone that cares, I've been saying that I think this Kim Kardashian wedding is a huge publicity stunt, that the wedding will be mysteriously called off on Friday (today) and the cancelled wedding will keep their name in the headlines for even longer.
It is now Friday and there is no cancelled wedding. DAMN, I was wrong. I guess there is still time. I just think the whole thing is fake, like Ben and JLO's relationship. I'm not saying that these people shouldn't have happy relationships and they can't fall in love quickly but something seems too contrived about this whole thing. The fact that People Magazine had pictures from the "surprise" engagement just goes to show that everything is a photo opp.
And in case you were wondering, yes, I will be "watching" the wedding when it airs on E! eventually. That is, if it isn't cancelled. You heard it here first people!!!
"Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it."
— Mother Teresa
To me, there are three things we all should do every day. We should do this every day of our lives. Number one is laugh. You should laugh every day. Number two is think. You should spend some time in thought. Number three is, you should have your emotions moved to tears, could be happiness or joy. But think about it. If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that's a full day. That's a heck of a day. You do that seven days a week, you're going to have something special.-Jim Valvano
All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas Layin' in the sun, Talkin' 'bout the things They woulda coulda shoulda done... But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas All ran away and hid From one little Did.
I was gifted two iTunes gift cards for my birthday and since 99% of music I hear on the radio is complete and utter CRAP, I'm at a loss of what I should buy. I am earmarking some money to buy the new Coldplay album when it is released in October. I'm sorry if you think Coldplay should have been included in my previous CRAP statement but I disagree. That statement was reserved for "Moves like Jagger", "If I die young" and anything by Lil Wayne.
I like upbeat stuff that I can listen to while I work out and melodic music for when I need to relax. I like music that I can sing along with in my car and listen to at my desk while I'm at work.
Please, do not suggest:
Ke$ha (Ugh, I actually just spelled her name with a dollar sign)
Anything that has to do with Glee. I will vomit.
What are you listening to right now that you love? Tell me, even if it is a Bieber/Glee/Maroon 5 hybrid. I won't judge you. :)
I'm a Leo which means that I am honest, kind and warm-hearted. I am also conceited, arrogant and rigid. Yes, yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes.
I often read about how a great number of people think that folks who blog are narcissists who need attention. They want the world to know their thoughts. They might over share to get attention and perhaps sometimes, they even bend the truth or use a "voice" to garner negative attention that they secretly love.
I love blogging. This is my 912th blog post over a 42 month period. That is an average of 21 blog posts a month. 3.5 years is a long time to consistently keep up with something. I was cleaning up my Google Reader the other day and deleted blogs that hadn't been updated in months and some even in over a year. Life gets in the way so I understand that not everyone finds the time to blog. Or perhaps their need to share their thoughts with the world is over?
If blogging makes me some narcissistic attention whore, I'll wear that label proudly. I love being able to look back at posts and laugh, smile and cry at what I expressed at the time. It is a place for my thoughts to find a home. A place for memories of birthdays, showers, weddings and family events to be treasured. A place to remember the tv shows that I used to watch, the worldly topics that I decided to explore and the opinions I expressed at the time.
How long will I blog? Who knows. I imagine that if I had a baby to care for, blogging might not be a priority anymore. I don't have that busy of a life but blogging makes me happy. I love writing. I love sharing. I love expressing myself through words. A family member once commented to me that I seem to love Facebook due to my constant use (I try to limit status updates to twice a day, one in the morning and one at night) and you know what? I'm not ashamed of that. I don't take it seriously. I don't complain too much. I keep it light and that is how I like to use this blog. No preaching. No heavy lifestyle posts. Just me and my thoughts about silly nothings. Perhaps that is why I have managed to create 912 entries. Light. Fun.
This weekend while my husband was at a baseball game, I was browsing through Netflix and saw that all 4 seasons of Mad Men were streaming. I had a good 4 hours before my husband would be home so I decided to turn it on and see what the big deal was about this show I'd heard so much about. The verdict?
LOVE IT. It is so low key that I was hooked without even realizing it. I needed to see what happened next so I watched one episode and then another and then another. I had to take a bit of a break but it was all I could think about. I got through the first 7 episodes of season one on Saturday. When I woke up Sunday morning, I watched 8-13. I was mad that I had to start doing housework instead of starting up Season 2. So Betty Draper of me to do housework, right?!
My husband seems overwhelmed at the idea of watching the remaining 3 seasons but it is only 39 episodes and the new season isn't set to air until next year. A season a weekend perhaps? Or we could spread it to an episode a night for the next month and a half. Whatever we do, I have to do it fast because the urge to get online and read about it is overwhelming and I'd like to avoid spoilers.
Do you watch any shows years after they start? Do you watch Mad Men? No spoilers please!
Our last day in New York and final day of our vacation. Somehow, we managed to stuff our suitcases full of our clothes, shoes and purchases we made along the way and checked our bags into the bell hop before eating breakfast and taking a cab to Pier 78 for our Skyline Cruise. It was a fantastic day in New York. It wasn't too humid so the sky was clear of any haze. For some reason, it took us nearly 4 days to notice that the Chrysler Building was within view from the street outside of the hotel. DUH.
The boat tour was awesome. Our guide was great and had some great information about the area. It was wonderful to see the views of the city from the water.
The new One World Trade Center building
Obviously edited to improve color :)
The Brooklyn Bridge
Heading up the East River looking back at Downtown
Great shot of the Chrysler Building
Favorite Picture!!! I'm glad I asked a nice lady on the boat to take our picture. This turned out so great. Love
New Jersey on the left, New York on the right
There she is!
I was standing next to Chris and noticed the reflection of the skyline in his sunglasses. "Hold still!"
This is the pier where the Titanic should have docked!
We took a very bumpy cab ride through Hell's Kitchen back to Rockefeller Center where we had lunch and walked back to our hotel for the last time. We got in the airport shuttle for another bumpy, fast, insane ride out to JFK and boarded our plane home. I was happy to get back to the Left Coast but sad to leave such an amazing place. I really loved New York and I can't wait to go back and see the other sights the city has to offer.
Thanks for reading about our vacation. We now return to regularly scheduled posts about infertility, my cat and complaints about reality shows.
How it is possible that today I am turning 32 years old? Initially, each year past 30 sounds a lot older. The approaching birthday causes the number to echo in my mind.
32. Thirty-two. Treinta y dos. It plays over and over again in my mind as soon as the calendar hits August 1st. By the time August 11th rolls around, I am well prepared for the reality of my new and improved age. I try not to allow those negative thoughts to creep into my mind (mainly, why don't I have kids yet? My ovaries are getting older by the second, OH GOD THEY ARE SHRIVELED UP, RIGHT?)
They say "Age ain't nothing but a number." I disagree. I see my age as a badge of honor. Another year wiser. Another year of experience under my belt. Another year goes by that I realize watching MTV no longer makes any sense.
Another saying I disagree with? "Act your age, not your shoe size." BORING. I'll claim 32 but I'll act 10. I'll be free and happy and innocent. I won't allow the burdens of being an adult to keep me awake at night. I'll play and make things and be happy. That's what 10 year old Michelle would do. I say whats good for 10 year old Michelle is plenty good for 32 year old Michelle.
After an overpriced breakfast at our hotel restaurant, we took the subway up to East 66th Street and walked a few blocks to Central Park. It is amazing how just 13 blocks makes a HUGE difference in the type of neighborhood you are in. We were staying in Midtown East and the hustle and bustle of people and cars was overwhelming. The Upper East Side was so different. It was quiet and peaceful and felt like we were in a different world. We entered Central Park between 66th and 67th St on 5th Avenue after I took a second to imagine how much the apartments were that overlook the park. Yikes.
We strolled North to Conservatory Water where we sat to take a break. It was a hot and humid morning and the peaceful nature of the park was to be enjoyed so it felt nice to just sit and people watch for a few minutes.
Our destination was The Boathouse so we could rent bikes to ride around the park but we couldn't see to locate the rental place despite seeing families with matching bikes and helmets carrying maps. We just decided that we would walk slowly and see as much as we could along the path. We walked over to the Bethesda Fountain and Terrace which had a great view of The Boathouse.
We continued walking West towards The Lake until we reached Strawberry Fields.
We walked across the street to join other lame tourists to take pictures of The Dakota, where John Lennon was shot.
I discovered that the Upper West Side is also far more desirable than Midtown. So quiet. No traffic and fewer people. Loved it. We walked up to Amsterdam Ave to take the 1 Train up to Columbia University which was just 6 stops away. I was excited to be on an Ivy League campus. I love college campuses and find schools with such a rich history fascinating! Columbia was established in 1754!!! We saw groups of potential students and their parents taking tours around the beautiful campus and it made me want to be young again! We went to the bookstore where I purchased a couple of shirts and we headed off to St. Paul's Chapel where Simon and Garfunkel recorded parts of one of my favorite songs, "The Boxer."
We continued to walk around a small portion of the large campus, appreciating the shade and looking at the amazing historic buildings where so many of our nations leaders studied. Leaders like Alexander Hamilton and Theodore Roosevelt. And other great people like Casey Affleck, Matthew Fox and my husband's man crush Jake Gyllenhaal (he didn't graduate but his sister Maggie did).
We wandered down Broadway looking for a place to eat lunch when we stopped at Broadway and W 112 St.
It felt like it was getting hotter by the second so we headed back to the subway and back to our hotel. I totally forgot about stopping by Lincoln Center but it was too late to go back. I'll have to save it for my next trip to NYC. We did walk past this place:
We rested up for dinner at Smith and Wollensky that night which was our big, fancy, steak dinner in New York that was a little underwhelming. Chris got this HUGE slab of meat that was the size of a dinner plate and our baked potatoes could break a window they were so large. We stuffed ourselves so much that we couldn't get dessert which made me sad. We walked out of the restaurant to find that it was pouring rain. Having already done the rain thing in DC, we stood under the overhang before decided that we (and our wimpy umbrella) had to make a run for it back to our hotel, which was 1 block over and 1 block up.
The plan was to go to Times Square that night so I kept an eye on the cars below and noticed that their windshield wipers were turned off so we changed out of our fancy dinner clothes and into something more comfortable to deal with the crowds. We hopped in a cab and walked into the biggest cluster$#%@ of our lives.
Holy hell. Times Square on Friday night is hell on earth. For some reason, we kept walking deeper into the crowds instead of walking away from them. It was so hot from the body heat and the 1000 foot neon billboards that we were both dripping with sweat. We found a gelato stand before getting back into a cab to get outta there. Ugh. No need to ever go back to Times Square. Good riddance!