Friday, August 17, 2012

Finishing Touches



This weekend is my little boy, Zander, and my little girl, Piper's, birthday.  We are having a big ol' ridiculous over the top party(yes, I'm that girl), and I am beside myself.  I live for this stuff. Tomorrow will be the finishing touches, I'll keep you posted with pics, but until then, know that the "everything"is complete.  Sleep tight, lovelies. 

  

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Twinkle Toes and Fancy Fingers


One of my favorite things to do on Sundays is to go to the nail salon by our house with my little girl.  During these trips I usually just get a polish change so we can get finished at the  same time. 
 My middle girl, Piper, is so funny when she picks out her color.  
She is very confident with everything that she does. 
 I love this about her and I hope it takes her through the rest of her life,
 nail polish choice and all.

I think we all have dreams for our little ones, this is one of mine........

Here are some of my favorite nail trends this season.

I love the tangerine color!
One of my favorite things about O.P.I. nail polish is the names they come up with!
I love the yellow with the mint green.
I think it shows a little bit of rebellion and I just think that's hot.
It reminds my of the scene in Sex in the City when the
muslim women have on their garb and under it are sequined dresses and lacy lingerie!
 You go girl.  The french manicure now is kind of faux pas,
not because I don't like the look of it, because the masses ruined the original look of it.  I go with the american manicure these days.  It's a softer version of the french and goes with everything.


Why is it so hard to choose a color!?!  It is such a big deal because now, with shellac, it is a serious commitment.  I love the shellac and usually opt for a natural pink or an american on my fingers.  On my toes I have a little more of a choice to play with pops of color.  Every once in a while I'll get a wild steak and do something daring.  What is your favorite nail trend?

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Bangs in your Future?


In  this particular segment there were a few innocent inside jokes. It was so profound that it happened because in all honesty it was completely innocent. Teasers are all the new rage in our area and recently it has been brought to my attention that there are a lot of people taking our lead.  Teasers were not my idea, originally. They were inspired by another salon, Gretta Cole, in Boston, MA! I think she is a brilliant entrepreneur and I admire her business savvy.  I wanted to bring a little dose of northern style to our small town.  So in good fun, Foz touched base on this subject, which I thought was a riot because I truly had no idea he was going to.  I took it in stride and handled it well but I could have really botched this.  Wilmington, aka, Wilmywood is much smaller than you may think, so we walk on eggshells around here. Welcome to the south.  It's all in good fun and there is nothing like a heathy competition!  I think it makes it a challenge and keeps you on your toes.  
Well done, Foz and Jocelyn!  



The second thing I talked about was bangs.  We also have a love hate relationship with this subject.  We've all had bad ones and we all think we want them again.  It is one of those things that you have to really think about before you make the commitment.  

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Boobs, who needs em'

I know the rain was bad today, but to most, that is nothing that a little hot pink hunter rain boots can't fix. No today,  I had thunderclouds on my heart.  Yesterday, was when it all started.

I left to do my normal radio show with Foz and Jocelyn, all was good in the hood, easy show, no blips.  Next was my routine check-up and breast exam, although with a new surgeon, she came highly recommended, my ease was good.  I got there, I had a balance from 05'for $48.67.  Boy, do they hold a grudge, I honestly don't remember ever visiting that office, but oh well, I paid it.  Next came the long awaited wait in the room, half naked.  Thirty minutes later Betsy came in.  That's the doctor.  I like to call them by the first name, it's makes me think of them like they know me.  It's a comfort thing.  She does my breast exam.  It felt like it took an hour.  At the very end of it, she said I feel something here.  She asked me to feel it, which always freaks me out, I feel like it's gonna bite me or something, plus I'm a hypercondrac, to boot.  She said she wanted to an ultrasound, pitter-patter-pitter-patter.  I got on the table, the tech looked nervous.  She did the test and went to find the doc.  The doc came in and said she wanted to do a biopsy, he, he, hoo, he, he, hoo.  Game time.  I put my arm over my head, they numbed my breast with a big fat needle, then took three "plugs" out.  It didn't hurt but there is something about someone digging inside your boob, when you can't feel it.  Violated, scared, different, that' how it feels.   I kissed my babies longer that night, and held them just a little tighter.    I went through the night with a 1/2 bottle of wine and some company from my neighbor.  I woke up the next morning and thought to myself, my life could change today.  I don't think it will, but it could.  For a second my bed was more cozy, bacon smelled better, the rain was prettier, my little girls were sweeter, my little boy was cuter.  One foot went in front of another.  I made it to work, mascara was no option.  I cried all morning, not scared tears, just understanding and compassion for women that go through this everyday.   
I got my results, the lump was benign.  Betsy called me on her day off to let me know, thank god for great physicians.  I had another year, mammogram free.  I am 31, that is only 12 years younger than when my mother was diagnosed.  It's scary, I don't let it define me, I don't let it control me, but I do let it remind me, that life is short.  
Cancer is one way to go, but none of us truly knows what tomorrow may bring.  
So today, my hunter rain boots indeed made my rainy day better, 
it's the simple things we should enjoy while life is simple.

My mom