All Mine

A few new obsessions, found in my greedy little hands and in my closet:

Some new Lululemon in my life...

{Star Runner Pullover. Deliciously soft and that ruffle, adorable}

{Cool Racerback Xtra Long, Ziggy Wee Caspian}

{Bright at Night Short, got em in 2 colors, love}

{MAC Cremesheen Lipstick in Japanese Maple. Perfect shade}

{Mossimo a la Target Moccasins. I'm looking at you, Dad}

{This moto jacket, a steal at Forever21}

{Lia Sophia Eden Necklace}

And these are NOT in my closet, but I really want them to be.

{Frye Melissa Trapunto Boot}

Beauty in a Box

Oh Hi Birchbox.

I received my 2nd one today, SQUEAL! ( <---- it takes a lot to make me squeal)

Chalk full of new beauty products in deluxe sample sizes, I just can't wait to get my grubby mitts on those little treats.

Feel Good Decisions

Insomnia much? It's 1:13 am...and here I sit.

But, it's been a while my friends....so what have I been doing the past week?

A lot. (not sleeping apparently)

A wedding, mid-week dinner/baseball date, planning for an amazing event that is happening tomorrow, working, running, sweating, dog-walking, decision making, picnic attending, meetings....oh so many meetings...and naturally with all that, drinking. Basically being an adult. An awesome adult. 
 
I made a big decision in my professional life this week. It stressed me out. It made me worry, lose sleep, plan and scheme and make lists...and at the end of this week, I'm confident, happy and excited about my decision. And that my friends, feels good. 

I am really looking forward to a vacation that is quickly approaching. Until then, I have another VERY busy week and weekend ahead of me.

Busy is good. Busy is happiness. Busy is success. Busy is being loved and loving back.

A few pics...

BFF and her teeny lil baby bump, so cute.

Getting my makeup on.

Greasyface

I like to take these and prove to Wade I really do workout/sweat.

Spring Toes

I had a much needed pedicure last night...and of course a date with my very favorite running buddy/neighbor/pal made it even better. Me with my bum leg and her recovering from surgery...quite the pair. 

I felt like a "Springy" color was necessary and am quite pleased with the results.

Sorry you have to look at my feet.

Pucker Up

A few new additions to my makeup bag this week...my lips will be wearing these this fall:

CB 96 - Frost

Creme Cup - Cremesheen

Russian Red - Matte

Cultured - Lipglass

So fresh and so clean

I got my hair did today.

And my awesome.cute.sassy.very.prego hair stylist used a product on me that I have been DYING to try.

Enter Moroccan Hair Oil. 

Smooth, shiny, faster drying amazing-ness in a bottle. 

Don't mind Greasefest 2011 on my face

It's only $40.00 bottle...anyone wanna buy it for me?

Heaven in a Glass

I was grumpy this morning. My girlfriend even noticed my funk via Instant Messenger...am I that obvious when grouchy?

She told me to "build a bridge and get over it".

I kinda agreed.

So I put on my big girl pants and drove my ass to the Happiest Place on Earth.

In my opinion anyway. I was instantly un-grumpy and spent my morning/afternoon surrounding myself in what I love best. Makeup.

The hubs met me afterwards for Happy Hour....

Oh yes, yes I did and was DEE-licious. And you better believe I put that shit in My Fitness Pal, thankyouverymuch Erin.

Not a bad end to my not so awesome start of a day. :)

Being a Lady is Hard...

So my reason for writing this post goes back to this one...when I mentioned pain and torture (guess I should post the 2 recipes I came up with, right?). I meant to circle back and talk about it, but I think I was so traumatized that I blocked it out of my memory.

You see, being a woman can be hard. And expensive. Men can go ahead and call us high maintenance for good reason. We put a lot of pressure on ourselves to look good. To smell pretty. To be fit and thin. To have the latest trends in clothing, shoes and accessories. Shiny hair and manicured nails and toes. Perfect make-up. Hairless bodies.

Of course not all women feel this way, and that's OK. But keeping up with all of this....I like it. I don't mind it one bit. It makes me feel like a girl. And to be honest, Wade could probably care less if I wore makeup, dressed in clothes that trended 5 years ago and didn't polish my toes. He'd still love me. He'd still tell me I'm the most beautiful girl in the world. And we'd probably have more money in our bank account. But he knows these things make me ME. I like to be pretty and I like to shop. I like to be pampered and go to the salon. And I think most of my girlfriends would agree with me on this.

Enter body waxing. You see, I have always been friends with my trusty lil razor blade. It's all I knew. I shaved, lotion-ed, shaved again. Occasionally got a some sexy razor burn here and there. But that was normal. A couple weeks before our trip to San Diego, it dawned on me. If I waxed my lady bits, I wouldn't have to shave ALL week. I know, I'm like 10 years behind, whatever. So I consulted with the BFF. I made the appointment. I went.

I wanted to die. 

I think I said every curse word I know 27 times. I almost kicked poor Leona in the head twice and she had to pin my legs down while in an extremely compromising position. She laughed at me when I asked her if my vagina had swollen to the size of an elephant because, well that's exactly what it felt like. I told her I didn't think I'd be able to make it through childbirth if it's worse than this shit. Seriously.

But almost 3 weeks later. I am a believer. And now I have one more thing to maintain. 

Cheers to be being a women, hairless or not. We are ALL beautiful.