I have a couple of things to put out there tonight for all you Non-Stick girls:
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| YES!! |
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| Je loving it. |
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| HELLO. Yeah. |
aaaaaand....
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| Need. This. Dress. |
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Meltdown
That has to be the most misleading blog title ever because there's no drama here tonight.
People, what is the deal with Garnier Fructis Instant Melting Masque"? Like, holy frigg this stuff is like Instant Hair Silk, seriously. I got a sample somewhere along the way (I am a sample and coupon-collecting FIEND), and finally got around to using it the other day. Silk. Give it a whirl. Tilt-a-whirl.
People, what is the deal with Garnier Fructis Instant Melting Masque"? Like, holy frigg this stuff is like Instant Hair Silk, seriously. I got a sample somewhere along the way (I am a sample and coupon-collecting FIEND), and finally got around to using it the other day. Silk. Give it a whirl. Tilt-a-whirl.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
30 Roch
(Click, and play this video in the background for ultimate listening pleasure...)
Don't even talk to me about how much I love Roch Voisine.
Yeah.
It all started with the Kissing Rain CD which I listened to incessantly day and night during 4th year undergrad. Despite the mocking and tormenting, I stayed true.
BEST ALBUM EVER. "Deliver Me"? Don't even.
To all those who do not share my obsession, you are missing out my friends.
You are missing OUT.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
KFC: Show me some skin!
I loathe picnics, and most group activities. I think the discomfort I experience in group settings comes from a) being overweight as a kid, b) being super sensitive and socially uncomfortable as a kid, c) being an Only Child, d) did I mention being overweight as a kid?
So this weekend I made myself go to a family picnic (David's family, obvs.). I had a list of reasons why I couldn't go. Too much work to do. Too tired. Hate water fights and beach games and whatever other embarrassing activities which might take place and make me look like a fool. (Let's not discuss gym class or physical activities, I think we all know how THAT turned out.) I thought I was getting sick (totally psychological). They'd have more fun without me there ruining it by my non-fun-ness. You name it, I likely had it on my list.
But I went.
It did not start well. I loathe being late for ANYthing. I am always at least 15 minutes earlier for EVERYthing. I need that time to settle into the environment, get a feel for who's around me and get a sense of the vibe.
We got there 1.5 hours late. Everyone was waiting for us. The food was cold.
Now, in my experience of group picnics (sometimes with family, but mostly church picnics over the years), everyone lays out the food, and if you get there late, sucks to be you type deal. So I ASSUMED this would be the same.
Talk about embarrassing. I was sitting there in the car, totally mortified, deciding whether just to drop them off, then TAKE off so I wouldn't have to face the commentary and passive aggressive messages about people having to wait for us, etc.
But something made me stay. And I am so glad I did.
It's funny how our past experiences almost completely colour our present and potentially future experiences. It took me about an hour and a half before I realized there was going to be no verbal punishment for our late arrival. About 3 hours in, I realized I wasn't going to be forced to run around averting water guns. It was just about being there. With family. Doing nothing except BEING. And eating KFC chicken. Which I couldn't have (the GALL!)
Ok, can I just take a moment to discuss the gloriousness and grossness of KFC chicken and its skin? I would have loved to peel (eww) all the skin off the chicken pieces and just eat it ALL. What kind of crack do they put IN that stuff, seriously?
Ok, back to doing nothing. Being and nothingness. Everyone was just sitting around relaxing, enjoying being with each other. Like in a movie or something. Watching our son playing in the water with his grandparents... how do you describe THAT? There's the lump in the throat...
I don't really know what the heck I'm writing about tonight. But I know that I made myself do something uncomfortable this weekend, something I dreaded BASED ON THE PAST. Because I made THAT choice, I had two great days where I didn't think about work (well, I at least TRIED not to think about it... that counts doesn't it?), and I really feel so much closer with everyone that was at the picnic. Ughhh... even the word... pick... nick. Yuck. Picnic. How's about Outdoor Feast. Ahhh, there it is. ;)
You know what, I'm going to go on a rant about phys. ed. class tomorrow. Phys Ed class, and the "Dining Hall" skipping song. Don't even GO there. Omg, that's going to be hilarious.
So this weekend I made myself go to a family picnic (David's family, obvs.). I had a list of reasons why I couldn't go. Too much work to do. Too tired. Hate water fights and beach games and whatever other embarrassing activities which might take place and make me look like a fool. (Let's not discuss gym class or physical activities, I think we all know how THAT turned out.) I thought I was getting sick (totally psychological). They'd have more fun without me there ruining it by my non-fun-ness. You name it, I likely had it on my list.
But I went.
It did not start well. I loathe being late for ANYthing. I am always at least 15 minutes earlier for EVERYthing. I need that time to settle into the environment, get a feel for who's around me and get a sense of the vibe.
We got there 1.5 hours late. Everyone was waiting for us. The food was cold.
Now, in my experience of group picnics (sometimes with family, but mostly church picnics over the years), everyone lays out the food, and if you get there late, sucks to be you type deal. So I ASSUMED this would be the same.
Talk about embarrassing. I was sitting there in the car, totally mortified, deciding whether just to drop them off, then TAKE off so I wouldn't have to face the commentary and passive aggressive messages about people having to wait for us, etc.
But something made me stay. And I am so glad I did.
It's funny how our past experiences almost completely colour our present and potentially future experiences. It took me about an hour and a half before I realized there was going to be no verbal punishment for our late arrival. About 3 hours in, I realized I wasn't going to be forced to run around averting water guns. It was just about being there. With family. Doing nothing except BEING. And eating KFC chicken. Which I couldn't have (the GALL!)
Ok, can I just take a moment to discuss the gloriousness and grossness of KFC chicken and its skin? I would have loved to peel (eww) all the skin off the chicken pieces and just eat it ALL. What kind of crack do they put IN that stuff, seriously?
Ok, back to doing nothing. Being and nothingness. Everyone was just sitting around relaxing, enjoying being with each other. Like in a movie or something. Watching our son playing in the water with his grandparents... how do you describe THAT? There's the lump in the throat...
I don't really know what the heck I'm writing about tonight. But I know that I made myself do something uncomfortable this weekend, something I dreaded BASED ON THE PAST. Because I made THAT choice, I had two great days where I didn't think about work (well, I at least TRIED not to think about it... that counts doesn't it?), and I really feel so much closer with everyone that was at the picnic. Ughhh... even the word... pick... nick. Yuck. Picnic. How's about Outdoor Feast. Ahhh, there it is. ;)
You know what, I'm going to go on a rant about phys. ed. class tomorrow. Phys Ed class, and the "Dining Hall" skipping song. Don't even GO there. Omg, that's going to be hilarious.
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| The SuperSoaker |
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Mad Men = Mad Women
For months I've been reading about this ridiculously amazing show called Mad Men. All I knew about it was that everyone's going mad about the costumes.
I have finally watched it. Almost through Season One.
O. M. G.
When I watch this show, I feel sick. But I can't STOP.
For someone who was brought up thinking feminism was a horrible, ungodly thing (I had no opinions and very little knowledge of my own), this show is a huge reminder about how free we are now (women living in this part of the world that is). Of course, like everything, things are often taken to the exTREME. But seriously, we need to remember how things were for us, and not that long ago.
I can't even talk about it more, it has to be watched. Every woman should watch this show to REMEMBER. Every episode is like a mini remembrance day for women.
I have finally watched it. Almost through Season One.
O. M. G.
When I watch this show, I feel sick. But I can't STOP.
For someone who was brought up thinking feminism was a horrible, ungodly thing (I had no opinions and very little knowledge of my own), this show is a huge reminder about how free we are now (women living in this part of the world that is). Of course, like everything, things are often taken to the exTREME. But seriously, we need to remember how things were for us, and not that long ago.
I can't even talk about it more, it has to be watched. Every woman should watch this show to REMEMBER. Every episode is like a mini remembrance day for women.
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