Six On Monday (Again)

1. Sage Magazine. If you missed it (shame on you!), I was once again honored to be a part of this fabulous publication! My favorite pages are 18 & 19 and 72 & 73… but I might be biased. Hope you love it!

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2.  Baby Showers. I attended two this weekend! Just to be safe, I made sure to avoid the water. I made the safer choice of chardonnay! I know, I am a modern hero. In all seriousness, congrats to the new moms; the parties were lovely. And, I could drink all the water in the big blue sea and nothing would happen- I made sure of that!

3. Menchie’s. As you all, I am obsessed with Menchie’s, specifically the Red Velvet flavor. Every month, they feature a new Flavor Of The Month- and the last two months they have really dropped the ball. The Salted Caramel of March tasted like flavored ocean water, and the Pink Lemonade Sorbet of April tastes like very intense, very cold Crystal Lite… I am remain a devoted Red Velvet fan.

4. Tip Well. I was a repeat customer at Cheeky’s, a local Mexican place this weekend. I had the same waiter as last week, and he remembered me (me and my checkbook). When I ordered “as much wine as you can give me and still charge me for one drink”, he totally delivered. I again tipped him generously, and hope to have the same arrangement when we visit again.

5. The Americans. This show is amazing! Incredible! If you are not watching, get on board. Immediately.(Also, who knew Felicity could kick so much ass?!)

6. Apple ID. Perhaps someone can riddle me this- why does my apple ID work when I install apps on my phone but will not work when I try to log into my account on my laptop? Driving me CRAZY. Please help!

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I WOULD LOVE TO!!
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SAGE Magazine

Guess what!!

The April edition of Sage Magazine is out!

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SAGE MAGAZINE IS AN ONLINE LIFESTYLE MAGAZINE SHOWCASING
FABULOUS PRODUCTS, GORGEOUS PHOTOGRAPHY, AND BRILLIANT HOW-TOS.
WE BELIEVE EVERY WOMAN CAN LIVE AN INSPIRED AND BEAUTIFUL LIFE

And, in even better news, guess who again contributed… that’s right, your favorite author and blogger… ME!

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Me and my shadow

While all of the pages are good, some of my favorites are pages 18 & 19.  Also, please be sure to check out pages 72 & 73.

Thank you !!

Six On Sunday, The Tuesday Version

1. Pollen. Green is the New Black. It is covering EVERYTHING. I moved to Atlanta nine years ago and it still blows my mind every spring. Words cannot do justice to the amount of pollen, so just look at the pictures and be smug you do not live here!

2. The Pink House. Thomas and I went to Savannah for a wedding this weekend, and we finally made it to the Pink House. The Pink House is a historical building that was a favorite hang out of Revolutionary war heroes. It was saved in the 1950s and converted into a restaurant. In all the years we have been visiting Savannah we have never been there, despite our best efforts. From all accounts, it combines several of my favorite things- history, great food and drinks, dress required (in the dining room), and pink! On Friday, we finally made it!  As an added bonus, my parents attended the wedding as well and came with us. It was wonderful.

3. Phone 5. I got a new phone- the iPhone 5. I love the bigger screen and the fact that is it more lightweight. I HATE the fact that I had to buy all new chargers for it. Well played Apple, well played.

4. Sirrus Satellite Radio. Wow! How cool! I realize I am the last one to this party, but I am finally here! The drive to Savannah flew by with the addition of Sirrus. In an added bonus, I am discovering all kinds of 90s tunes I had forgotten about- C&C Music Factory anyone?!

5. Dance Lessons. We did not see a lot of my parents at the wedding because they were too busy dancing. They took up dance lessons last year and have been tearing it up ever since. There was a wonderful eleven (!) piece band at the wedding and they made the most of it. I think they intimidated everyone else because no one else was dancing! It was great to watch, and Thomas suggested that we take lessons. He might or might not have been on his second bourbon when he said it, but I am taking it! Now, we just have to find a place that will accommodate his schedule (which is basically open ended ALL THE TIME).

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My parents would totally rock this show!
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6. My allergies. My allergy woes continue. I recently found out I am allergic to thimersol, which is a chemical commonly found in contact solution and make up. After switching all my contact solutions and make up, I am still having the same issues… and this time, they think the culprit might be nail polish.  Anyone who knows me AT ALL has never seen my fingers (let alone my toes) without polish. A small (OK large) piece of me DIED when I heard that… .thankfully, it is not confirmed. Confirmation will come in the shape of more long term patch tests… cannot wait…

High Heels Are a Bad Call When Pregnant

All ladies face the same joys (and unpleasantness) when pregnant. Even the Kardashians. (Shut up you watch them too!)

As everyone knows, Kourtney has had two babies and Kim is pregnant with her first. Of course, she has been all over the tabloids. Yesterday, I saw a picture of her prancing around in six inch Christian Louboutin heels.  While I am the first to agree that the shoes are fabulous, I just cannot wrap my head around the sheer stupidity of six inch heels while pregnant. (She is claiming that flats are uncomfortable. I mean, COME ON!)

Sure, being pregnant is wonderful and life changing and blah blah blah, but there are parts that are terrible. Awful. There are moments when you question your sanity for voluntarily putting yourself through the hells that are pregnancy. Things like eating pretzels (high salt content), peeing every six hours, sleeping more than forty five minutes at a time; and having a visual on your feet become a luxuries one can only dream about.

In a recent episode, Kim bashes Kourtney for being too much of a mom; claiming she’s boring and frumpy and doesn’t want to do anything fun anymore.  She razzles Kourtney for her weight gain. She says she doesn’t understand why Kourtney still hasn’t lost the last ten pounds she gained- the baby is already three months old!

Getting out of the house with one child is an Olympic feat in and of itself; I cannot imagine the level of planning and synchronization that is required with two. She also chastises Kourtney for taking an entire eight weeks off since the birth of her daughter. The nerve!

I cannot wait to hear the changing of the tune when Kim gives birth.

One celebrity who deserves good wishes is Princess Kate. I cannot imagine having the entire planet fixated on me on my best hair day ever; let alone on me as my belly (and hips and thighs) swell.  Minus the stiletto heels, she is the vision of maturity and I applaud her for being a Mommy (Mummy?) first and a Princess second.  All that said…better her than me!

Saving Money Is Bad For Your Skin

My father has always proclaimed: “Youth is wasted on the young.” Even though it took me getting old to understand the point of this statement that does not change the fact that I still think it is a stupid saying.  (Sorry Daddy!) Sure, there were great things about being young- the lack of hangovers and bills comes to mind-, but overall I think I have the better side of the deal being an adult (I can eat cookies before dinner, for example).

Recently, I decided I was Going To Save Money. Around the same time, I ran out of my favorite, magical moisturizer. I have EXTREMELY sensitive skin.  It is also EXTREMELY dry. During a recent trip to Chicago, my entire face sloughed off due to the cold and the wind. I am also EXTREMELY prone to break outs.  In high school, I took the dreaded-yet-worth-it Accutane to clear up my skin once and for all. (Luckiest girl in the room, right here!) Of course, the only thing that will work on extremely sensitive, dry, prone-to-break-out skin is an EXTREMELY expensive moisturizer.

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Magic I tell you!

To be fair, my Lancôme Nutrix Royale ($60) is certainly not La Mer ($275), but you get the idea. Every time I purchase my magical potion, the salesgirls question me- “this is way too rich for your skin”, they cry! “There is no way this could possibly be for you!” While part of me appreciates their intentions, the ex-cosmetic gal who is paid commission part of me says, “Shut up and ring up!”

So, in an effort to stay on the budget, I elected to try another brand, CeraVe. Everyone raves about this lotion, and it was even endorsed by my dermatologist. And, it was $14.99 at Target. Score!

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Except for Me.
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The first few days were utter, total bliss- my skin was soft, radiant, and clear. Sadly, things were not to stay that way. I felt the rumblings of a monster zit, the kind that pulsates with every beat of your heart. Unfortunately, the rumblings were but a foreshadowing of what was to come next. My face erupted.  At one point, I swear to you that I resembled a unicorn, the zit was so big had become such an  angry, red mountain on my face.

 

Suddenly, I was back in grade school! It was awful! Looking back, I do not have very fond memories of my time in seventh and eighth grade. I went to a parochial school, and had the same thirty classmates from kindergarten through eighth grade.

And, they ALL noticed when my skin would erupt. Thankfully, they share their discovery with me… Frequently and Loudly…

 

 

The Typical Day Of A Teenage Girl In The Late ’90s

I found this article on BuzzFeed, and, while not every single one of the points applies to me, I am A Girl Of The 90s!

 

The Typical Day Of A Teenage Girl In The Late ’90s

Eat. Sleep. Dawson. AOL. A typical day in the life of a teenage girl during the late 1990s.

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1. Wake up to your CD alarm clock playing “NOW That’s What I Call Music Vol. 1.”

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Featuring Backstreet Boys, Spice Girls, Fastball, Aqua, Marcy Playground, and more. (We’re now up to Volume 45 as of February 2013.)

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2. Take a shower and wash your hair with Herbal Essences shampoo.

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Try to forget those “totally organic experience” TV commercials while you lather up.

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3. Put on cargo pants, a baby-doll tee, platform sandals, plastic stretch tattoo necklace, butterfly hair clips, and multiple earrings from Claire’s.

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You’re a walking Delia’s advertisement.

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4. Spray yourself with Gap perfume.

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You not only had the spray, but the candle, the body wash, the lotion, the roll-on…

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5. Don’t forget the glitter!

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You have more stackable pots and rollers than an aisle at Michael’s craft store.

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6. The first thing you say to your friends at school isn’t “Hello”…

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It’s, “Ohmigawd, can you believe what happened on Buffy/7th Heaven/Dawson’s Creek last night?”

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7. Pictures of NSYNC or Backstreet Boys (never both) adorn your locker

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It’s either Nick or Justin. Pick a side.

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8. If “Heathers” were made a decade later, it would’ve been named “Jessicas.”

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Because you had a minimum of three in your class. Likely more.

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9. Check the time on your beeper.

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Only one of your friends had a cell phone, and she only used it to call her parents to pick her up after school.

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10. Ignore what’s happening in statistics class.

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You’re playing Tetris or Snake on your TI-83 Plus graphing calculator.

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11. Type up your college essay on a Gateway in computer class.

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Try to sneak online, but the 28.8k modem gives you away. Play Minesweeperinstead.

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12. College is *so* going to be like “Felicity.”

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And you’re totally going to school in New York City.

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13. Plan your senior yearbook quote years ahead.

Fight with your friend over who gets to include Green Day’s “Good Riddance.” Settle on Semisonic’s “Closing Time” instead.

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14. Lunch always includes Fruitopia or Snapple.

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And you saved all of your Snapple Facts caps.

15. Pore over the latest Alloy, Girlfriend’s LA, and Delia’s catalogs with your friends.

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Decide to order some shirts with names of snowboard and surfing companies on them, even though you’ve never done either sport.

16. Listen to the Spice Girls on your Discman while riding the bus home.

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Lie to your friends and say it’s actually The Offspring’s Americana.

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17. Open the mailbox when you get home.

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Your YM and Seventeen subscriptions arrived!

18. But you have more important things to do…

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19. Update your Angelfire or Geocities website

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Don’t forget neon text, rainbow dividers, and spinning GIFs!

20. Get knocked off of AOL when your brother picks up the phone.

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Yell. Loudly.

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21. Pop the mixtape your friend made you into your stereo while you do your homework.

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Those final days before Napster and CD burning.

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22. Watch your favorite TV show and call your friends during every commercial break.

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You never missed an episode, whether it was Buffy7th HeavenCharmedFelicitiy, or Dawson’s Creek.

23. Fall asleep under the stars.

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Or at least the glow-in-the-dark ones you bought at Spencer’s.

 

 

So-

I totally had the stars from Spencer’s (good grief that place required a shower after patronizing)

I used Herbal Essences religiously

I heard on the radio that NOW That’s Music is up to #56

My Gap scent was Dream (the purple one)

N*Sync all the way

 

Hope you enjoyed it! Again, I found the article on Buzzfeed, and it was written by Amanda Marsh.

In The End, I Got My Bubble Bath…

My relaxing, child free bubble bath had taken a turn and was no longer relaxing.

To recap the scene: foam bubbles flying everywhere, jets hissing, Thomas yelling, and me laughing hysterically. Thomas leapt across the room in a vain attempt to stop the madness. I was very helpful, reminding him to be careful on the slick tile floor. He was not very appreciative of my concern for his safety. We had to accept that we could not fix this nightmare on our own, no matter how hard we tried, or how many towels we used.

Remember, we were already on best behavior because this hotel was so fabulous and so out of our league, so calling downstairs was not tops on our list. After a very intense thirty seconds, the jets turned themselves off again. Relieved, we finished getting ready, grabbed our coats, and headed for the door.

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Out On The Town!

HHHHHIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS! As Thomas opened the door, the jets went off again. I kid you not. I cannot make this stuff up. More shrieking (Thomas), laughing (me) and running around trying to scoop up bubbles and throw into sinks/shower (both of us)  followed… for thirty seconds. The jets shut themselves off again. Uncool or not, we decided this problem was bigger and more complicated than we could handle. Pride in our hands, we informed the concierge that we had been outsmarted by our bathtub. She was very nice, and mostly successful in hiding her giggles. She assured us the problem would be taken care of and apologized for the inconvenience.  (I know, it was a classy place!)

Upon returning that evening, the bathtub had been fixed. And, in the end, I did have a relaxing bath!

Bubbles, Bubbles EVERYWHERE

While on a recent weekend getaway to Savannah, I found myself in a hotel room that contained The World’s Best Bathtub.  Of course, I took a marvelous bubble bath. I soaked in the tub, ensconced in bubbles, sipping wine and judging the Kardashians.  I hit the jets several times to keep the bubble level high. It was wonderful. (And quiet.)

 

Right before I got out of the tub, I hit the jets one last time for one last shot of bubbles… and then I could not get the jets to turn off. The mountain of bubbles was growing exponentially. I stood up and pushed the iPad to safety, while yelling NO NO NO STOP STOP NO NO STOP! (If my own child doesn’t listen to me, I don’t know why I thought a piece of machinery would.) In a flash of brilliance, I plunged my hand to the bottom of the tub and pulled the plug. As the tub began to drain, the jets magically switched themselves off. I gave them a stern talking to, and jumped into the shower (I had to wash all those bubbles off), thankful that Thomas was with his buddy and were not around to witness my epic mechanical failure.

As it turns out, I had congratulated myself way, way too quickly. Twenty minutes later, I was dressed and in the bedroom, putting make up on. Thomas was in the bathroom, tying his tie. Suddenly, the jets again turned themselves on! Foam bubbles, a la Cancun Spring Break Foam Party style started flying around the room.  In case you didn’t know, bathtub jets make a horrible hissing noise when they are turned on and not under water. I would not recommend trying this at home. In fact, I would not recommend trying it at all! Luckily, I was very relaxed, so I was able to see the humor in the situation. I don’t think Thomas did…

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The Perfect Bubble Bath

The Quest For Bubble Bath (necessary for the world’s best bathtub) took Thomas and I to places he would not normally go. I say this is a good thing; a chance for personal growth and self development. I’m not so sure Thomas feels the same way…The gal at CVS mentioned a day spa across the street and suggested we go there as they were likely to carry bubble bath (because we were in the only CVS in North America that did not carry bubble bath).  As we walked across the street, Thomas muttered something about the ridiculousness of paying eight dollars for bubble bath from a fancy-pants spa. I ignored him and his whining (I consider myself an expert in the ‘Ignoring Whining’ arena.) We I (Thomas refused) went inside and located the perfect bubble bath! It was shaped like a cupcake! It promised a relaxing, lavender scent! And it was $6, not $8!

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I purchased my small piece of heaven and, above Thomas’s protests to slow down, I RACED back to the hotel . I sent him up to the roof top bar, and skipped down the hallway to our room.

As I ran the water, I was giddy with excitement. I dropped my cupcake bubble bath into the stream. Then I ordered an excellent glass of wine from room service, and got my book (OK, so I really set up my iPad because I was almost finished with season two of Kourtney and Khole Take Miami, I was in the middle of a really pivotal scene. Shut up, this was my vacation!). After everything was set up, I stuck my toe in… and yanked it out as fast as I could. HOT! I had forgotten to add the cold water! Also, my cupcake looked a lot like a cupcake and nothing like bubbles…. I ran COLD water into the tub and held the cupcake under the water, attempting to crumble it into pieces.  Although my hand was freezing, I was convinced this would be worth it! After the longest five minutes ever, I again stuck my toe in. PERFECTION.

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This tub was deep enough that I could submerge my entire body and still sit up. The walls were smooth and comfortable, and had just the perfect angle to them- I could recline and still sip my wine. The bestest part of the tub were the jets- there must have been one hundred of them.  The cupcake had finally started to break up on its own, and there was a small, yet respectable amount of bubbles in the tub. I hit the jets and after ten seconds I had to turn them off because the mountain of bubbles was blocking my view of the iPad screen.  It was glorious. Sadly, the glory days were short lived, because, as you all know, Julia’s Math dictates that ‘Anything That Can Go Wrong Will’…

Bubbles Are Key To A Successful Bubble Bath

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Grown ups!

For my birthday every year, Thomas and I escape flee take a trip together. Alone.  As  grownups.  This year, we stayed at a FABULOUS hotel in Savannah. This hotel room had, hands down, the most incredible bathtub. (The whole time we were there we were waiting for them to realize we were not cool enough to be staying there. As we were not asked to leave, I can only assume we are in fact that cool. That or else my uncool dollar is just as good as the cool kids’.)The kind of bathtub that COMMANDS a bubble bath be taken in it.  Of course, I took it for the team and announced that I would be taking a bath just as soon as I could locate some bubble bath. The number of baths I take a year (shut up, I shower quite regularly) has decreased in direct proportion to the increase in my child’s age, so I was so excited for my very own bubble bath.

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In theory, procuring bubble bath should have been easy. As you loyal readers know, rarely, if ever, do things go as planned for me.

I first tried the front desk, but they did not have any. (They also did not have shower caps, which was really weird.) The next day, when we were out and about, we popped into a CVS. (The best thing about vacationing domestically is that one still has access to places like CVS and Target.) Thomas and I both scanned the bath section and came up empty.  This CVS was huge, one of the biggest I have ever been in. Surely, if any CVS were to have bubble bath, this CVS would. We found an employee, and asked about the phantom bubble bath. Sadly, he came up empty handed as well.

Undeterred, I asked another employee for suggestions on where to find bubble bath. She could not believe that they did not stock it- , so she went and had a look at the bath aisle, and for good measure, the children’s aisle.. (I appreciate her Must-Please-The-Customer attitude, really I do, but three adults had already looked for it…) She suggested several places… and then mentioned we would have to drive there. As we were staying downtown, our valeted car was stuck in some garage, somewhere. Surely, there had to be bubble bath that was more easily accessible.

Thomas sighed and resigned himself to accompanying me on The Quest For Bubble Bath…