And I actually appreciate that we think differently, because it always gives us something to talk about! :)
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Showing posts with label Moments. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
A Funny
This is meant to make you laugh, or at least smile this morning. J and I do not see eye to eye on politics, and we do not vote the same way (and we probably never will, which is totally OK), but we can make each other laugh.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Exercising (My Right)
This is not a political post, more of a I decided to have some fun with my voting sticker and celebrate that we have the freedom to choose.
It doesn't matter who we all voted for today, but I do hope you had some fun with it.
Be proud to voice your opinion on this great day, respect those who think differently, and no matter what happens when we all wake up tomorrow, we all live here together.
Now go watch the election results, have a drink if you need to calm down, and celebrate our nation!
And I can't not throw some fashion into it:
Shirt from J. Crew (old), Sweater Vest from Banana (old), Pants from Banana (old), Bracelets from Glamour Me Jewels (Etsy), and voting sticker from Hamilton County, OH
It doesn't matter who we all voted for today, but I do hope you had some fun with it.
Be proud to voice your opinion on this great day, respect those who think differently, and no matter what happens when we all wake up tomorrow, we all live here together.
Now go watch the election results, have a drink if you need to calm down, and celebrate our nation!
And I can't not throw some fashion into it:
Shirt from J. Crew (old), Sweater Vest from Banana (old), Pants from Banana (old), Bracelets from Glamour Me Jewels (Etsy), and voting sticker from Hamilton County, OH
Saturday, October 6, 2012
The 7's: In Color
Today, a few of our Cincinnati friends joined together to form The Color Fools and run the Color Run downtown. I don't usually get too deep in the 7's, but today really taught me something special. This morning was so cold, and so early for a Saturday, and to be completely honest, I did not want to get out of bed. I was excited for the event, but totally lagging once this morning rolled around. Once we got downtown and met up with our group, we roamed through a sea of all white outfits to the start line. As I looked around, half way frozen and barely awake, all I could see was white. From head to toe. And honestly, it didn't wake me up at all. All the white, all the boring...I was asleep, unmotivated, and just plain tired.
Once the race started, and we hit the first Color Station (orange), I looked around at our group, and we all looked SO different. Yes, it was one color that we were covered in, but how it hit us, mixed with our skin tones and hair colors, and fell on our faces, we were each unique. The next colors kept coming every half mile or so (blue, pink, yellow, and green), and each time we waited for each other to get our color badge, and laughed at how completely covered, vibrant, and well, alive, we were.
By the end of the 3 mile race all 6 of us were completely covered in color. Some more green, some more pink, some a complete mix of the rainbow. But in addition to the Color Fools, they were 10,000 more runners that were also completely covered. And not two people in that crowd looked the same. We each looked different, our colors a stand out version in a sea of every aspect of the color spectrum.
The point of all of this is, is to embrace YOUR colors. What makes you different, honestly, it makes you beautiful. Conforming, caring what other people think, criticizing yourself, it puts you right back in that sea of...white. Who ever got anywhere in life without that extra color? They didn't. We, I, we are all so hard on ourselves every single day. Do you ever give yourself a break and just give yourself a compliment? I don't. But maybe, after today, after seeing how all of that individuality created an incredible canvas, I will.
Don't let your colors hold you back, embrace it. Because there is no one in that crowd of 10,000, and no one in the world, that is just like you. And you can do anything--even with your face covered in green paint.
(From top to bottom: Kelsey coming out of the blue Color Station; V and J in action; Pink Power; Nihkil and Alaina post green paint dump; A just married bride and groom in their wedding attire (adore this!!!); the final color toss; post color run and loving every minute of it)
If you want to check out a Color Run in your city here is the official link, www.thecolorrun.com.
And scroll back up to the top of this post and take a look at the all white picture again. Now that you've seen the post-race look, you have to admit, it's better with color.
Once the race started, and we hit the first Color Station (orange), I looked around at our group, and we all looked SO different. Yes, it was one color that we were covered in, but how it hit us, mixed with our skin tones and hair colors, and fell on our faces, we were each unique. The next colors kept coming every half mile or so (blue, pink, yellow, and green), and each time we waited for each other to get our color badge, and laughed at how completely covered, vibrant, and well, alive, we were.
By the end of the 3 mile race all 6 of us were completely covered in color. Some more green, some more pink, some a complete mix of the rainbow. But in addition to the Color Fools, they were 10,000 more runners that were also completely covered. And not two people in that crowd looked the same. We each looked different, our colors a stand out version in a sea of every aspect of the color spectrum.
The point of all of this is, is to embrace YOUR colors. What makes you different, honestly, it makes you beautiful. Conforming, caring what other people think, criticizing yourself, it puts you right back in that sea of...white. Who ever got anywhere in life without that extra color? They didn't. We, I, we are all so hard on ourselves every single day. Do you ever give yourself a break and just give yourself a compliment? I don't. But maybe, after today, after seeing how all of that individuality created an incredible canvas, I will.
Don't let your colors hold you back, embrace it. Because there is no one in that crowd of 10,000, and no one in the world, that is just like you. And you can do anything--even with your face covered in green paint.
(From top to bottom: Kelsey coming out of the blue Color Station; V and J in action; Pink Power; Nihkil and Alaina post green paint dump; A just married bride and groom in their wedding attire (adore this!!!); the final color toss; post color run and loving every minute of it)
If you want to check out a Color Run in your city here is the official link, www.thecolorrun.com.
And scroll back up to the top of this post and take a look at the all white picture again. Now that you've seen the post-race look, you have to admit, it's better with color.
Check out a video that J took of the final Color Throw!
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Hair Pick
As many of my friends know, I have weird beauty habits. One being hair picks and two being "Grandpa Combs". Over the years, I have learned that these two things, no brush, serum, gel, etc., are the only two items that can tame my beast of a head of hair. Which leads me to today's events...
Justin and I spent the weekend in Hudson, Ohio--seeing friends and family, and taking a little break from Cincinnati. It was a great weekend, and today Justin was his usual helpful self and packed up the car while my mom and I spent the last ten minutes before we left pretty much rolling on the floor laughing about pretty much nothing at all.
So we left Hudson, happy & relaxed, and started on the 4 hours drive back to Cincinnati. About 2 hours into the drive, my mom called and the conversation went like this:
Mom: "Hunny, you left a bag here."
Me: "WHAT bag?" (heart sinking, knowing exactly what I had left behind)
Mom: "I think its your makeup bag..."
OH SHIT. Insert me high pitched yelling at Justin.
It was CLEARLY his fault (in my moment of rage, yes of course it was his fault). HE packed the car, he should have KNOWN. "Rational" thoughts going through my head. Not. But the fact that I, not he, had forgotten my makeup bag started us on about 2 hours of stupid, pointless arguments for the remainder of the drive. Dumb, yes. Of course. But the moral of the story is, everyone has that one thing that they do every morning that makes them feel better about their day. Mine is the makeup bag. It's not that I hate the way I look, it's just that I hate going to work looking sloppy or immature. Corporate America could eat you for breakfast if it wanted to, and I always want to at least LOOK prepared for that. And it was the continuous comments from a boy, who of course doesn't understand the essence of the makeup bag, like "you look like someone just shot you", that made the fit of rage...rageful.
By the time we got back to Cincinnati, I think J realized that I had overreacted, but that it was also clearly important to me to not look like a hot mess at work on Monday. So we stopped at Ulta, and I promised myself I would only get a few things that I was already running low on, and of course, I would survive without X.Y. & Z beauty products until the makeup bag and I were reunited. Again, it was really not about the makeup at all, its more or less that sometimes I appear more confident, especially at work, then I really feel. And I get ready in the morning to mask my overall anxiety about work ("Am I good enough?", "Will this client like me?", "Did that program run right").
So here is what I picked up... And thank you Ulta for having some amazing mini's, very helpful!
(Tarte blush, 12 hr staying power, pigmented color, was already running low; BareMinerals Warmth, best all over bronzer out there, was already running low; Benefit's Erase Paste Mini, only $10 and will last you FOREVER; Benefit's High Brow; Ulta Eyeliner in Colbalt, standard blue; Smashbox Photo Finish Primer Mini; Urban Decay's Setting Spray, was completely out of; and of course, Say Yes To Blueberry Face Wipes)
And bringing it full circle, I forgot to pick up a hair pick at Ulta, so while J went to get toothpaste he also had this first hair pick buying experience. And now I have 3 brand new hair picks and some makeup to get me through until I get my things back. Oh, and I have apologized. A lot.
Justin and I spent the weekend in Hudson, Ohio--seeing friends and family, and taking a little break from Cincinnati. It was a great weekend, and today Justin was his usual helpful self and packed up the car while my mom and I spent the last ten minutes before we left pretty much rolling on the floor laughing about pretty much nothing at all.
So we left Hudson, happy & relaxed, and started on the 4 hours drive back to Cincinnati. About 2 hours into the drive, my mom called and the conversation went like this:
Mom: "Hunny, you left a bag here."
Me: "WHAT bag?" (heart sinking, knowing exactly what I had left behind)
Mom: "I think its your makeup bag..."
OH SHIT. Insert me high pitched yelling at Justin.
It was CLEARLY his fault (in my moment of rage, yes of course it was his fault). HE packed the car, he should have KNOWN. "Rational" thoughts going through my head. Not. But the fact that I, not he, had forgotten my makeup bag started us on about 2 hours of stupid, pointless arguments for the remainder of the drive. Dumb, yes. Of course. But the moral of the story is, everyone has that one thing that they do every morning that makes them feel better about their day. Mine is the makeup bag. It's not that I hate the way I look, it's just that I hate going to work looking sloppy or immature. Corporate America could eat you for breakfast if it wanted to, and I always want to at least LOOK prepared for that. And it was the continuous comments from a boy, who of course doesn't understand the essence of the makeup bag, like "you look like someone just shot you", that made the fit of rage...rageful.
By the time we got back to Cincinnati, I think J realized that I had overreacted, but that it was also clearly important to me to not look like a hot mess at work on Monday. So we stopped at Ulta, and I promised myself I would only get a few things that I was already running low on, and of course, I would survive without X.Y. & Z beauty products until the makeup bag and I were reunited. Again, it was really not about the makeup at all, its more or less that sometimes I appear more confident, especially at work, then I really feel. And I get ready in the morning to mask my overall anxiety about work ("Am I good enough?", "Will this client like me?", "Did that program run right").
So here is what I picked up... And thank you Ulta for having some amazing mini's, very helpful!
And bringing it full circle, I forgot to pick up a hair pick at Ulta, so while J went to get toothpaste he also had this first hair pick buying experience. And now I have 3 brand new hair picks and some makeup to get me through until I get my things back. Oh, and I have apologized. A lot.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Boots & Bowties
This past weekend, J and I traveled over 704 miles (each way) by car to Bentonville, AR/Jay, OK for my college roommate, Margot's, wedding. We spent many, many hours in the car, just the two of us, and as I sit here tonight, exhausted from a 12 hour day at work, I am realizing that I wouldn't change anything about this past weekend for all the riches in the world. This weekend was magical. Pure bliss. I am not sure if this is because of the combination of my very best Miami girls (some of which I haven't seen in almost 4 years), seeing one of my best friends get married to an amazing man, or taking a moment to realize these moments...this is life. This is why, through it all, you drive MILES for your friends, and you laugh until your sides hurt, and you dance until you can't anymore (maybe because you've fallen one to many times on the dance floor). This is what you live for. Dancing under the stars, hearing the exchange of vows next to a creek, and spending a crazy night in a hotel room with your husband and your best friend--these moments are rare. These moments we will always remember. Because as I sat again at my desk today, tired, stressed, and worried about the real world, I get a text on our group thread from my friends basically saying "I'm tired and back at work, too" -- I know that these memories get all of us through the day.
After almost 4 years since I have left the world of Paid Vacation, lived in Chicago & Cincinnati, moved into and out of 5 different apartments, and married J, it would appear that a lot has changed. But really, has any of it? Aren't we all still the same people we were when we met 8 years ago? More mature, of course, maybe a little wiser. But this weekend reminded me of why I fell in love with all of these people, including Justin. Because while I would drive MILES for these women, I wasn't the one actually doing the driving...he was. This weekend did not just remind me that I would do anything for these girls, but he would, too. An arm or leg, he would give it.
On a closing note, Margot's wedding was magical. That word doesn't just sum up the weekend, but the wedding as well. I wanted to show all of you just how beautiful this wedding was, so enjoy some snapshots below. Lastly, I know and appreciate that these moments, like for me this past weekend, can be rare. Remember to find the magic on a daily basis as well, but if you have to drive a few hundred miles for it, just remember to have a really great playlist and a lot of laughs along the way.
After almost 4 years since I have left the world of Paid Vacation, lived in Chicago & Cincinnati, moved into and out of 5 different apartments, and married J, it would appear that a lot has changed. But really, has any of it? Aren't we all still the same people we were when we met 8 years ago? More mature, of course, maybe a little wiser. But this weekend reminded me of why I fell in love with all of these people, including Justin. Because while I would drive MILES for these women, I wasn't the one actually doing the driving...he was. This weekend did not just remind me that I would do anything for these girls, but he would, too. An arm or leg, he would give it.
On a closing note, Margot's wedding was magical. That word doesn't just sum up the weekend, but the wedding as well. I wanted to show all of you just how beautiful this wedding was, so enjoy some snapshots below. Lastly, I know and appreciate that these moments, like for me this past weekend, can be rare. Remember to find the magic on a daily basis as well, but if you have to drive a few hundred miles for it, just remember to have a really great playlist and a lot of laughs along the way.
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