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I haven’t felt like blogging lately. I also haven’t really had the time. I set a goal for myself when the weather finally cracked to spend as much time outside as possible and I have done a damn fine job of doing so. I also have abandoned my monthly to do list monster creations and have focused more on just being. Tonight I spent the night with some of my very bests, under a hazy moon, with the first bug bites of the year taking place and the Cavs snagging the number one pick in the draft. I can’t think of a better way to spend a Tuesday.

I’d say that my weekend actually started Thursday at the Reel Big Fish show at the House of Blues. Anna and I went, along with her little cousin who was celebrating her 18th birthday (ten years ago for me folks sheesh) and we decided in honor of Olivia, we absolutely needed to get in the pit. And we did indeed. Sweaty, gross and probably disgusting, I couldn’t stop smiling. Concerts always bring back so many awesome memories for me and seeing the 16 year old kids jamming to a band that I liked at that age made me happy for humanity.

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Not a bad view, once the tall kid in front of me vanished. Here was polished me before the show and sans the sweat.

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And in spite of being out till 1 am, I was bright eyed and bushy tailed at my desk Friday morning. Great show by RBF as always. Friday night was couch night after multiple plans cancelled and I was fine with it. Kevin, one of my very bests, came over with Pitch Perfect which while cheesy, is seriously funny as hell. When mike got home at the tail end of it we decided the next logic thing to do would be to watch one of the best movies ever made in the universe.

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D2 is so awesome I seriously may devote a blog to it. We all knew every line and still got chills. Saturday was full of rehashing lines. BRILLIANT. The mighty duck man himself! Emilllllooooo was Amazing. The quack attack is back jack.
Saturday, I had a hangover from too much wine,whoops, and went to the Lake Erie Monsters game with my darling HP. Our seats were great, the diet Pepsi and bottomless popcorn and too long on the rollers hot dogs were divine and we found a new favorite scrappy little hockey player. A low key, but awesome night out.

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And then we have Sunday. Errands, a walk in the bright sunny cold, and my first attempt at chix paprikash. It’s in the crockpot so I still am unsure if I will be ordering food this evening or eating cheese and crackers. So after a busy, great weekend, I’ve already taken a detox bubble bath and have out on my PJs and am ready to unwind for my week ahead.

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This week is going to be a busy one, capping out with a trip to see Steve and the kids in Houston on Friday. Can’t wait!!!
Hope you all had a great weekend and a great week ahead. Xoxo ps. GO CAVS

I don’t need anything for Christmas. I don’t even want anything. I asked for Home Depot cards. GLAMOR. And Mike and I aren’t doing gifts, only stocking stuffers. We decided to do this because neither of us need a thing. And when we do need it, we buy it. So I am grateful that we can do this and I am grateful that we are able instead to spend that money on a fun day and night downtown the day after Christmas. We are seeing the Trans Siberian Orchestra at the Q in the afternoon, followed by some dinner and drinks and some casino time. I’m excited to see the original Higbee’s decorations they found in storage and have pulled out to decorate the Horseshoe. So needless to say, I am looking forward to spending our money on a great day and experience rather than a bunch of sweaters and crap that we don’t need. So this wishlist, is a random list of some funny, awesome and dreamy stuff that I clearly don’t need but enjoy looking at. And besides, you know you always buy yourself something during the holidays while shopping for others so maybe you will find something you need.

Happy holidays everyone. Wrap your shit.

xoxox

bookThe Kennedy Women by Laurence Leamer. There’s gotta be some good stories in this one. And I have a sneaaakking suspicion that  this may actually be in my stocking.  Available on Amazon.

matNayoya Acupressure Mat. Acupuncture is something I want to try. Mainly for my anxiety, but I have heard it works only if you stick with it continually and I have heard it doesn’t work. Maybe I should start with this?? Might be worth a shot. If I can convince myself to lay down on it. Also available on Amazon.

dishBuddha Butter Dish. Ok. Maybe I do need something. Available on Fred Flare.

braceletCartier LOVE bracelet. Simple, delicate, and WAY out of my price range. WISH LIST PEOPLE. Swoon. Available here.

northfaceThe obvious North Face. I have a hard time spending 100.00 on a fleece. But for some sick reason, I like this. And hey if 8 year olds i know have one, shouldn’t I? Available at Zappos.

fameFame by Lady Gaga. I ran my mouth about how I hate when celebrities create a perfume. Then I found one I love. This is sexy. And I may have to buy it. Available at Sephora.

Lately I feel like I go to sleep, wake up and the month is over. It’s thanksgiving week, I have a ONE Styling sponsored event on the Eastside tonight, work, book reviews due and a weeklong business trip to Chicago starting Saturday. I literally feel like every once of free time this week will be squeeezzzeed as tightly as humanly possible. I had a horrible cold 2 weeks ago and I am SO very thankful that it came and went when it did. Speaking of thankful, I like seeing posts on people being thankful, but I feel like we (myself included) should work to be thankful daily. Especially for the little things. More on the ONE styling event this week!
Hope everyone has a great and thankful week!

Xoxo

Hey remember when I actually did this post weekly? Yeah me too.

**beautiful, sunny fall days are like instant Xanax.

**Halloween time puts all kinds of spooky in the air at night and I love it.

**It’s time for a detox, a refreshing one, not an extreme one. I may go get a detox foot soak or spend some time in an aromatherapy room. As the earth is getting ready for rest and recharge, I should too.

**Basketball starts this month!! GO CAVS

**I heart dinner parties.

**After going through a book slump, I have finished 2 in a week and am looking forward to wrapping up a 3rd by Sunday.

**it is not wise to purchase decorative cornstalks that are bigger than your car. It makes for an interesting drive home.

**I am making a conscious effort to not blow money. Sometimes I feel like the minute I have extra money in the checking it needs to be gone. I decided to go spend free a couple days a week and its Thursday and there’s still money before payday. I know it may seem silly, but I think we are such a culture of RIGHT NOW that it felt good to say no I’m not buying anything now. And a day later when I did have to spend money, I didn’t even think of what I initially was going to buy. Shows how unimportant it was. I always say I’m putting myself on budget lockdown but maybe it doesn’t have to be a lockdown, rather just a pause.

**I forgot how much I liked Maya Angelou.

**its always fun to look forward to seeing great, fun, new people you meet! :)

Have great end of the week everyone!!

Xoxo

I found myself grumbling the other day while reading two blogs I have been actively following since 2007. I was annoyed that the amount of personal posts the two have been posting are virtually non existent. All posts seem to be sponsored or promoted and it pissed me off. It pissed me off because I used to love reading these two girls thoughts on nothing, their feelings, what they did Saturday and seeing what they bought online. Now it’s “who wore it best” posts and other garbage. Then I realized, looking at my blog that I’ve been doing the same thing lately. I love my beauty posts and my book reviewing but my blog is not exclusive to either. It’s a collection of stuff, and lately I think the personal stuff has rapidly diminished. Maybe I don’t feel like sharing or maybe I just don’t care. I’ve been seeing it in other blogs too, suddenly it’s overtaken with crafts and recipes instead of stories. As a blogger, and I use that term loosely for myself, do you just go through stages? I mean I used to write and post concert reviews but stopped because the concerts stopped being fun. Do our personal stories become less interesting or become too complicated to explain? Does anyone even care? Another blog I’ve been reading since 2007 has DRASTICALLY shifted direction and while it’s a good one, I don’t think the material is right for me anymore. It’s weird how that stuff changes and how you notice it. I suppose it’s like a tv show that suddenly changes cast. My blog isn’t going to go all makeup, or all books or all how I spent my Tuesday but I do feel like I need to reintroduce the personal element back in a bit and for no one but myself and to reorganize and recharge.

I forget that I have a blog a lot. Or I remember and then forget to use it. Same thing I suppose. I like to tell myself I AM TOO BUSY BEING AWESOME AND INNOVATIVE AND CREATIVE AND INSPIRED TO WRITE ABOUT MY WEEKEND. Maybe in reality, I am sitting on the couch, glass of wine in hand and watching Duck Dynasty. SO WHAT. I guess I feel that documenting things to the tiniest detail for your readers takes the fun out of things you are actually DOING to a certain extent? maybe it’s just how my mind works and I am overthinking as usual. maybe I have to try to collect rather than organize my thoughts immediately. Jumble it all into a post saying what I did. It seems like a lot for me to keep track of. But I do read posts like that, and I think there is a certain voyeuristic quality to all of us-we like to see how others spend their time and money and lives. I like Instagram. There’s no fuss, only images. I know that’s why I like Twitter better than Facebook, it’s conversation and stimulation over LOOK MY KID WENT TO THE DENTIST posts. I dunno. There’s something weird in the air lately, everyone seems super defensive, time is going too fast and I suddenly find myself wondering where hours went. Memorial Day weekend is a blur and I can honestly say that it doesn’t even feel like summer. The yard is done, the garden is planted and the heat has arrived. Maybe when I make my way up to Vermilion for the first time of the year Summer will finally hit me.

Hope everyone has a great week and I’ll try my hardest to make better use of my blog. It is on one of my many to do lists.

xoxox
be well.

I wrote a whole, introspective post and wordpress deleted it. Now, all my wisdom is gone. Spent.

This month has flown, the past year moved even faster. Mike and I celebrated our one year wedding anniversary a few weeks ago and the magnitude of things that have changed in that year is staggering. It just really goes to show that there is so much outside of our control and change happens, good and bad. All we can control, is how good of a person we are, how we live, how we work and how we do our part to carve our little place in this crazy world. Sometimes you need to cry, wig out, end friendships or relationships, stick up for yourself, travel a lot, and find your own brand of inner peace. The older we get, the more the protective veil of innocence is sliced away shred by shred, and at the end, with our wisdom and knowledge that comes with adulthood, we are left with gauzy tatters of blissful ignorance. That ignorance can’t come back, but the moments of youthful wonderment can. And should. We just have to work harder to find them, notice them and make them more frequent.

xoxox

My Windows media player on my desktop is STOCKED full of playlists I’ve made over the years. I couldn’t tell you the last time I made one, but I can tell you every single reason why the ones that exist were created and why the songs were chosen. I’m working on freelance work today and I felt I needed some old school jams to get me moving instead of Pandora. And now I can’t stop grinning. Sure there’s totally emo playlists on here, but there’s also completely amazing ones. Ones for boys (labeled “for you”, “integral impression”), ones with friends (“ray and fluffy beat boston”, “lauren and mike dance party”, “cheese out”) and ones for myself (“art is the new life”, “woke up annoyed” and “paper writing mix”). It makes me smile, all of them. Even the ones that remind me of people that aren’t around me anymore. It makes me miss pop punk and Peabody’s nasty dirty floors. It makes me miss the old days and thankful for where I am now. But the lists also make me realize how music has always been running through the background of my mind, life and loves.

*Carry coupons in my purse

*Compare prices

*TALK about prices

*Say “those damn kids”

*Get excited to go to Home Depot

*Enjoy staying home

Oh wait. I now do all of those things. Happily. Life is weird. Growing up is weirder. It’s like early 20′s me would have never went right home from work. Now sometimes, the minute I am in the door, I have my pjs on. It’s strange growing up, you see people get older, your priorites shift, draft beer suddenly makes you wasted and hungover, and you find that there aren’t enough hours in the day to get everything done. I salute parents, I really do, it takes me eons to put away a tiny basket of clothes, I can’t imagine caring for another life when I can’t pull myself away from Diners, Drive In’s and Dives while drinking wine. I’m older, I want to spend money on house projects and new clothes. True, my biggest concern isn’t who’s going to see me out looking fly on a Saturday night, but I still look fly. And damnit, I’m still cool. I have the visible tattoos and sarcastic humor to PROVE IT. SEE? STILL COOL. Part of me wants to go to a concert and totally rage like the old days. Get sloppy, jam around and chain smoke. Maybe I will. I feel like my adult self sometimes surpresses the creative me, the creative me who lingered between chaos, late nights and welcome distractions and 1000′s of dreams. I recently was pretty down and out of sorts. I realized for the first time in my life, that I was suffering from the winter blahs, something that doesnt happen to me. This is surprising for a Cleveland resident, but we’ve had an abnormally mild winter, I’ve been wearing my Spring coat with no hesitation and I couldn’t tell you the last time I wore gloves. I think my mind missed winter. Standing in the silent darkness of the snow covered night. I liked that peace, that stillness. The walking outside and having the air suck your breath back into your chest becuase it’s so chilled. Winter wakes me up rather than hibernates me. And I didn’t have it. I like the gloomy rainy days of Spring too, but I needed the majestic dark and forthcoming rebirth of a snowy, crappy winter. I didn’t get it so my mind created it’s own darkness. It’s up to me to pull myself back, control my anxiety, or let it consume me. It’s on me. I had anxiety hit late the other night, pulled out a book on Kurt Cobain, and felt it cease. So I guess my plan is to throw myself into outlets of any kind to get myself moving, remain a COOL and interesting, yet well functioning adult without losing my mind and ending up in the mental ward. Or the other extreme, on Extreme Couponers. Thanks for reading my jumbles.

xoxo

 

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