Tuesday, May 24, 2011


funny how he always find himself in these posts...

Ok, not nekkid like that...although I must commend him for his smokin' hot bod form.
I'm talking nekkid like this...


no make-up / wet hair

Ok, not brutal, but certainly not walk out of the house ready.

 Geeez, why are us women so hard on ourselves?  I mean really, it's not terrible...ish.

I know everyone feels different about themselves, and it also depends on your age. Typically, the older you get, the harder it is to see yourself fresh out of the shower. Wait, I take that back...at least when pertaining to myself. I have ALWAYS been a bit hard on myself. But aren't we all?!

I don't wear tons of make up, but I also haven't ever been the type to go to work with just mascara or lip gloss. I tend to also have a bit of eye shadow and concealer to go along with.  Maybe it's because I have always been on stage, so to speak. Working at a Concierge desk in the past, I was the centerpiece of the lobby. Really. I had to look presentable.  Now, I work in a private office with one other person.  One would think I'd go to work sans make up. NOPE. There is always the chance I'll have to go meet a client unexpectedly.  It's not too often that it happens, but when it does I don't want to look blah.  Hmm, maybe I should start keeping a spare stash of make up at the office for such occasions? That way I can wear less make up during the day. Granted, I don't wear as much make up as some people...on a typical work day I wear a shear tinted spf lotion, bronzer or blush, eye shadow, mascara & gloss. It takes me all of 8 minutes.

When I really think about it, I'm more concerned with my hair. If my hair is done, I'll go run errands sans make up, or with just a hint of mascara...but if my hair isn't to my liking, I wont leave the house. I guess that's a different post. Why was I writing about make up again? Oh yeah, I was staring at myself in the mirror after my bubble bath with a scowl on my face ;)

All this said, I was originally going to get my make up done for the wedding by Brian Bond. He's done celebs such as Kendra Wilkinson & Kim Kardashian. Granted, he does do simple make up too. BUT now I'm afraid that I might still feel like it's too much.  I wonder if I'm just stressing unnecessarily?! I plan to do a trial, but the trial costs $95!  Wonder if it's worth it....
What's your take on make up? Hair? Do you beat yourself up? 

 Tell me, in the comments.


Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Dear Brain, YOU SUCK.

I just received a tweet from my Kiwi friend Amy, when something she said made me bring up ASkars(shock of all shocks.) It then hit me like a ton of shit bricks...I dreamed about him the other night. AGAIN! What is this? #4?!  Looking back, I remember waking up to pee and stumbling to the bathroom...As I started to pee, I realized I'd been dreaming about ASkars. Of couse an immense smile spread  across my half awake self.  Though I felt a bit foggy, I made a conscious effort to remember it. You know how it goes; you wake up from an awesome dream only to go back to sleep and forget the entire thing. FML!  I wasn't going to let that happen I said to myselfl, I was going to consciously remember every last detail so I could replay it here in all it's sex gawd glory....Did that happen? NOPE!

Dear Brain, YOU SUCK! All I can remember at this point is that it was Alexanader Skarsgard that I was interacting with. In previous dreams it's been a mix of him & Eric Northman. This time it was pure Swedish  actor delight...and, we were getting along fabulously. Unlike the akwardness that prevailed in others before. It's good to know our relationship is getting better..........

......in my dreams.

This could be me.
 Except I don't resemble Lady Ga Ga.

I'm wondering if my increase in drinking has anything to do with my SUCKY brain? Sure I'm consuming about 2-3-4 glasses of wine per night, whereas before I was at about 2....I think it's just the stress from work and the impending nuptials (mine) that have me a little on edge.


Would you believe me if I said this magnet was on my fridge?

What's sort of interesting is that I used to drink more beer than I did wine. However though the last year or so I have progressed to predominantly wine. Yay wine! I don't know, I still really love the taste of beer, more than wine sometimes, but it just makes me so bloated!

Do you ever make a conscious effort to remember a particular dream?

Do you like wine? Does beer make ya bloated?

Tell me in the comments!


Friday, May 6, 2011

I Just Hit The Jackspot

If you're anything like me, you go through these random phases of exploring YouTube. You know how it is, one search leads to another search which leads you to a documentary about deworming kids in Somalia [points if you can tell me what movie that's from.]

Anyhoo I occasionally get this urge to search for TV show's I used to watch. My Sister and I went on this rampage one time of emailing each other old TV shows and raving about how the music or characters brought us straight back to childhood. It was all very nostalgic.

For the first time tonight I decided to search for Baywatch & I hit the jackpot...all seasons and episodes appeared to be at my fingertips! I cannot believe I'd never thought to. Laugh as you may, but I was obsessed. Being from Southern California & practically growing up in the ocean, it's not surprising that I took a stalker like obsession liking to the show. YES, I knew it was unrealistic. Hello, 1/2 the female life guards in San Diego at the time had tits the size of a 3 year old and were probably quite content diving for clams, if you get my drift.

Umm Pam, how come there's a giant space between your boobs?

This isn't to say that their weren't any hot female or male lifeguards, but they were far and few between. AND, it's a lot more work than Baywatch depicted. Even the simplist of minds could see that... From my Baywatch obsession came my desire to be a lifeguard...or so I thought. I took 2 Summers of Junior Lifeguards and decided it wasn't for me. I was already a competitive swimmer, & doing both simultaneously burned me out....plus I have always been content with mediocrity. Take that with that a grain of salt ;)

Anyways, through my Baywatch obsession, came this fascination with Pamela Anderson. Don't ask. This lead to my Mom & Dad telling me, one Summer in 94' (I was 14), that Baywatch was going to be filming in San Diego at the Hotel Del Coronado. Being AVID supporters of their daughters random obsessions, they offerred to drive me down there to watch. I was beside myself with excitement. It was actually a really cool experience. I got to hang out and watch them film quite a few scenes. I even got to meet David Charvet, whom I was also quite enamoured with as well. To this day, I still have his autograph. I think I ripped the page out of "Bop" magazine....classy.

This is close to the pic I had him sign. LMAO!

He got hotter as he matured. For sure!

Now he's married to Brooke Burke. Butttt...I think his hair is thinning and he's had too much sun.

Wow time flies. Guess what I'll be doing the rest of the evening.....yup, I foresee a marathon of Baywatch episodes courtesy of YouTube. Cheers!

Mother Effer won't imbed.......so here's the link of my favorite season if you're curious.....