Certain things can’t be rushed. One of those things is creating a piece of art. I purchased a large canvas for my living room shortly after I moved to Tennessee with the intention of painting a scene from my family’s … Continue reading
I decided to make my grandparents a barn quilt square for their anniversary gift. I had always been intrigued by these and thought this would be a nice gift considering my grandparents are nearly impossible to shop for and love … Continue reading
Yesterday morning, I set out bright and early/at 10:45 after sleeping in and went to get my Jeep inspected because the Massachusetts sticker on my windshield indicated that my inspection was due by the end of August and it was now … Continue reading
Earlier this evening, after work, I went to get a spray tan because I am going to be in my friend’s wedding this weekend and I’ve had a cumulative 3 hours to sit out by the pool this summer.
And I don’t really tan well.
At all, really.
My own mother even called me pale.
So, I found myself at the tanning salon trying to turn myself a natural bronze without subjecting myself to sun damage.
Do you know the number one rule of getting a spray tan?
Do NOT get wet. Otherwise your “tan” will spot. And the only thing worse than being pale is having a spotty tan.
Imagine my delight when I left the tanning salon and saw this sky. Oh goody.
I got in my car and decided if I couldn’t be out in the rain, I would drive around and chase the storm.
The skies looked different in every direction. There were, dark clouds, sheets of rain, light clouds, pink clouds, a sunset and a spray tan happening all at once.
I could see the shafts of rain and then the sunset illuminating the clouds behind the storm clouds.
This looked promising.
Keeping an eye on that suspicious cloud in the mirror.
Uh oh. The rain was coming for me.
It got me. But luckily my spray tan was safe inside my car.
After my 10 minutes storm chase, I headed by to my apartment as the rain let up a bit. I ran like a mad woman from my car to my apartment with an umbrella after weighing my options of either a) getting my spray tan wet and splotchy or b) getting struck by lightning because I was carrying a metal object. I had decided option b was less likely to ruin my wedding look.
These shots were taken from the safety of my porch. Although, Gus was very vocal in expressing his disapproval of my being out on the porch in such conditions. I could hear his meow faintly through the glass door.
I survived, as did my spray tan.
Y’all be careful,
I am writing this with Crest White Strips on my teeth. I find them very uncomfortable so I decided to distract myself by blogging.
I’m not sure why these white strips are so problematic for me, but I have an awful time getting them to stick to my teeth. I have to avoid talking or closing my mouth when I have them on or else they seem to lose their grip on my chompers.
To help with issue, I have started using a paper towel to remove as much moisture as possible from my teeth before I put on the white strips. If you’ve never tried this before, I would recommend it just to see what it’s like. It is a very bizarre feeling.
I’ve taken a poll among family and friends and it seems as though I am the only one who has such difficulty with this teeth whitening process.
I guess my teeth are shaped funny.
I know that makes me sound quite attractive, so I would just like to clarify that I had braces and my teeth are straight. I don’t look like a jack-o-lantern.
I really detest these white strips.
On the bright side, they are preventing me from eating, which I’ve already done enough of today.
I really want some chocolate.
My 30 minutes is up. I can’t wait to pull these things off.
My teeth had better be so sparkly by next week that you need sunglasses to look at me.
Y’all come back,
Today’s temperatures in Middle Tennessee were nearly record-breaking. My Jeep’s reading… At 6:35 PM. I don’t even want to think about what the temperature was in the early afternoon. Somehow, I did not melt. Today was my day off so … Continue reading
This is all I can muster today.
I ‘ve been working for the past 12 hours and can’t breathe through my snout.
That description of my nose is about as lovely as I feel.
I can hardly taste my black bean soup to tell if I seasoned it properly.
Man, am I cantankerous!
I feel better now that I got to use one of my favorite words.
Thank you for that.
Hopefully I will get up on the right side of the bed tomorrow.
Y’all come back,
When I visited Kentucky in the summer as a child, I spent my time between Granny and Papa’s house and Grandmother’s house. Because I didn’t have any cousins on my Mom’s side of the family at the time, I often requested that my cousin Lauren come with me to play at Grandmother’s house.
Naturally, we spent a lot of time playing with barbies and babydolls. Occasionally, however, I took it upon myself to tell my poor cousin Lauren a story about Grandmother’s old house.
One day, I made up some absurd story that there was a clown trapped in this door. I told Lauren that the clown died in there, which made the glass wavy, and that its spirit haunted the house.
I really don’t understand what my logic (if any) was in crafting this highly plausible tale, but cousin Lauren seemed to eat it right up.
I think it is relevant that the telling of this story coincided with my Nancy Drew phase.
Although it seems my goal here was to freak out my cousin, I was most successful in freaking myself out.
That darn door still gives me the creeps to this day.
I guess it serves me right.
Y’all play nice,
Last night, I went out for a lovely dinner with my aunt, uncle, cousins and sister. Uncle Brian and Aunt Vickie took us to this cute little place in Cookeville for a Cajun inspired meal. We took a poll and … Continue reading
My mornings go something like this: 4:30 AM: My cat/rooster Scarlett bats at the closed blinds in my bedroom as the sun rises so that I will open them for her. I oblige because she will continue batting at them, … Continue reading