Friday, August 29, 2008

ok let's talk about something that has to do with BEAUTY. I need to thank the good people over at Origins for creating this fantastic product.

Quick, Hide!™ Easy blend concealer
I have gotten so many compliments on how my skin has improved and looks so good now--they've seen the years of spots that seem to continually plague my face. They have not left but are hiding under this fantastic product. Not only does it hide my blemishes but it doesn't contribute to more blemishes. Most of the time, you can't even tell I'm wearing it. Screw bare minerals! just kidding, just kidding, calm down.
ON a different subject, A few weeks ago I decided it would be a good idea to start playing tennis. My dad told me yesterday that if you can qualify for the US Open and be in the tournament and not win a single game, you'll still walk away with $10k. So I got to thinking I just might have to improve my game and I had a dream last night that I was competing. However, in real life, I'm experiencing what could only come from GETTING OLD. It used to be that I could take on whatever physical activity I wanted without too much trouble. Here are the effects of my sudden burst of physical activity at age 31.
week 1
tennis 4 nights and soccer 1 night = bruises and sore muscles
week 2
tennis 2 nights and soccer 1 night = pulled muscles, more bruises, and a limp
week 3
no tennis, no soccer = left over bruises, tight muscles, trouble getting up off of the floor

Monday, August 04, 2008


I've been thinking a lot about these lately and I decided that I might be slightly insane. Here they are:

I'm afraid to turn off lamps without first checking under the lamp shade because on Arachnaphobia, one of those baby offspring spiders was waiting under the shade and totally bit the person turning off the light AND THEY DIED.

Whenever I use a bathroom that has a shower curtain, I have to check behind the curtain to make sure there is no one there.

There is someone or something(like a freak monster) chillin in the bottom of the outhouse...thanks, X Files.

Sharks live in the lakes that I'm trying to waterski/wakeboard in.

Sharks are in the deep end of the pool at night. (Jaws pretty much ruined me)

Sometimes there is someone under my that whole 3 inches of space that would be physically impossible to squeeze in. (am I 5?)

Even though I clearly saw that there was no one in my back seat when I got in the car, I still imagine there is someone there waiting to hold up a big knife so I can see it in the rear view mirror and then stab me. So I turn around and check.

I think there might be one or two I'm missing but this is all I can think of for now. I'm so tired I almost wrote rear like this: rirror. What?