My secret to keeping a youthful appearance? Having a young makeup artist. His application techniques are unorthodox, and he takes a lot of bold risks with color and shading, but I always feel so glam when he’s around.
The Makeup Artist
All About the Girls
I’m home from the hospital now. I got my first peek at my “new” breasts when my surgeon pulled the drains and changed the dressing in her clinic.
For the first time in years, I didn’t feel my chest drop down to my belly button, didn’t feel the tug on my shoulders. Even with the bruises and stitches now, my breasts look and, most importantly, feel so much better.
Continue readingTwinsies
For most of my adult life, I thought about cosmetic surgery the way I think about haute couture fashion and tiny, expensive sports cars: fun for daydreaming, but completely out of context to my life to seriously consider for myself.
Sure, I stood in front of a mirror, and pinched the fat and lifted the skin to imagine what things would look like if something was pulled here, rearranged there. I researched the surgery, compared before-and-after photos, watched the reality television shows about extreme makeovers, and yeah … I wondered.
But such a thing was too vain. Too expensive. Too extraordinary to realistically consider.
Until I went trick-or-treating with my sister.
Continue readingThe Stasi Museum
We visited the Stasi Museum in what was the headquarters campus of the MfS (the Ministry for State Security) to spy, terrorize, manipulate and control its own people in East Germany. I paid a little extra to get the photography button.
This is a display depicting the enemy: Western culture, Iron Maiden, and agents of NATO. I would not have been well liked in Eastern Germany.
Continue readingOff to Berlin
6:05 a.m. –I am definitely not a morning person, but we are up very early for a flight, running away to Berlin for the weekend to celebrate our anniversary and my birthday (later this month), so yeah, I‘m on board with my favorite travel partner.
Continue readingLet Someone Win
Question #140: Have you ever let someone win an argument even if you knew you were right? If so, who?
I’m not going to name names here. But … have you ever been married? Because that’s one of the secrets to staying married.
Continue readingOff to London
9:35 a.m. – Junior and I ran off to London together this morning. He’s a great travel buddy, but useless when it comes to carrying his weight.
Continue readingThose Leggings & Dreams
Finally — FINALLY— going for a run outside in leggings that will surely piss off that Notre Dame mother of boys.
Continue readingShocked
Question 1115: Have you ever been electrocuted?
It’s probably my earliest memory, zapped and fried into my brain with precise detail. I was three years old, and decided to stick a corn-on-the-cob holder into our living room socket.
Continue readingAll the Rest
I can see a few new wrinkles on my face, and more silver in my mane. This month was brutal. I didn’t get in a single run and survived on shit convenience food as my focus zeroed in on my son, then the rest of the family, then work, then school, and then whatever else I needed to stack on top of my own wellbeing.
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