Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Back Again... Again

Hey, guys!

Long time, no see. Saturday before last, my mom was rushed to the hospital in sepsis and had to stay until Wednesday hooked up to a cocktail of five antibiotics (four? five? I can’t remember. Lots!) So that explains the hiatus. I was going to post something when we got back home, but I was too damned tired, and she still felt so horrible we were worried she might have to go back. Posting about her progress so soon seemed like tempting fate. 

We’ll be back to our regularly scheduled blogging from here on out (I haven’t forgotten you, nice people at Aveda and Garnier!), but I have to say thank you to the staff of St. Dominic’s hospital. Hopefully all of you guys stay well, but if you’re ever sick in Jackson, MS, go there!

Thank you, Lynda, for getting us there safely and checking in on us. Oh, and for baking the best challah in the world. 

Thanks to Ben and Dom for making me laugh over a silly Spider-man debate.

Thanks to Cheramie, Flameka, Keyvonda, Romaine, Vickie, Gloria, Joel, Lorna, and Doctors Hogan, Whitehurts, Sandifer, and Deale for the top-notch medical care.

Thank you, Father Gallagher, for your gentleness and support.

I hope I didn’t forget anyone from St. D’s, but it’s possible I did, and that’s due to my lack of functioning braincells while staying with my mom, not the lack of awesome shown by the staff.

That was scary as all hell; thank you for making it easier.

Friday, September 19, 2014

I'll Sleep When I Can't Keep My Eyes Open

We’re finally home! I’m so exhausted I can barely keep my eyes open, so I’m going to crash soon. I had a lovely package waiting for me with new products to try. One, I already hate. My hair is Bozo the Clown red, but hey, free dye, and I get to warn you guys to avoid it!

The other product is waiting to be tried, but I’m just too tired. I’ll get to it (and everything else) later. For now I'm going to cuddle my babies and sleep.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Is Rosewater the New Holy Water?

I’ve been traveling like crazy for the past week: I spent the night in three separate states, boarded four separate planes, and braved four different airports. 

I attended my cousin’s wedding, drank copious amounts of red wine (and may or may not still be suffering from it days later), and have committed the cardinal sin of not taking my makeup off before bed at least once. It is also that time of the month.

Somehow, my skin is less psychotic than it was before I left Jackson. I put it down to Mario Badescu’s Facial Spray with Aloe, Herbs & Rosewater. 

Feel hot and sweaty? Spray. 

Feel gross on the plane? Spray. 

Feel nauseated because of aforementioned red wine? Spray all the things!

This handy little mist (I brought the TSA-friendly mini-bottle with me) has been a literal skin savior for me on this trip. I’ve loved it for years, but I ran out and just… forgot I needed more. It happens, but it will never happen again. I shudder to think of what I’d look like right now if I hadn’t spotted the travel size the last time I was in ULTA.

Buy it, try it, love it. It’s cheap, and if it can survive the rigorous testing I just put it through, just think of what it can do for you!

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Wednesday Wants #10

After successfully pinching a nerve in my neck schlepping my bags through the airport, I reached the foregone conclusion that I need a rolling suitcase. Possibly two. Even if I don’t jet set around the country for the next few months, having something on wheels would make any form of travel considerably easier. 

I currently have my eye on LLBean’s Adventure Rolling Duffle. The quality can’t be topped for the price, they have different sizes available, and the color selection is awesome.

For once, one of my wants (see what I did there?) is practical. Who knew?!

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Tiny Update

Today was my last day in California. When you read this, I’ll be on a plane somewhere over Nevada or who knows where. It’s been a blast, but I’m exhausted, and I miss my furry babies! 

Normal reviews (and an exciting project) soon to come!

Monday, September 15, 2014

On Flying (A Rant)

To the jerk-wad TSA agent who rifled through my bags: was there a reason you unscrewed my liquid foundation when the pump clearly shows it is, in fact, liquid foundation? Were you deliberately trying to spill it, or was that just an accident? Also, do you regularly steal bottles of OPI Nail Envy, or was this a first? As for the eyeliner you took, did you break that and steal the evidence, or was that outright theft?

I’m beginning to think TSA stands for Terribly Selfish Assclowns. 

Thursday, September 11, 2014


Reading is one of my favorite things to do, so it’s kind of a surprise that I haven’t done any book posts. A couple of books have made my favorites lists, but I’ve never just rambled about books. I’ve been reading nonstop lately, what with the Great Internet Death, so I’m gonna blather on about what I’ve been reading and what I thought about it soon.

As I’m typing this, I have to be up at the crack of dawn, so I had better sleep. 

Goodnight from Houston, Texas!

On the Road: Toothy Tales

I am an avid coffee and tea drinker, and my favorite alcoholic drink is red wine. Needless to say, my teeth are not the whitest of the white. But, hey, I still have teeth, which is shocking given the amount of sugar I used to dump in my coffee and tea. (I use Splenda now and actually prefer it!)

Fearing there might be some “capture everyone in the family” photography going on at my cousin’s wedding, I picked up the Crest 3D White 1-Hour Express strips — they were on a 2-for-1 offer at Drugstore.com at the time! — and took them along with me. I was worried I might not have enough time to see any improvement before the wedding, but I recently had an ulcer on my gum and was not putting whitestrips anywhere near it. 

Ulcer cleared up and numerous cups of coffee consumed on the road, I was ready to test them out. Here's the before picture. No, I am not grimacing because that's how I smile. I'm just trying to show as many teeth as possible. Sorry!

You guys… they work. The name gives the impression they are to be left on for one hour, but apparently they are meant to be left on for two. Still, I did notice a difference in the hour I had them on. I could feel something happening, but there was no pain, burning, tingling, just a strange sensation that something was going on. 

And here's the after. My teeth are a shade whiter. The lighting isn't different. That's the reddening caused by the strips (or, more likely, friction from brushing my teeth). Not a huge difference, but one I noticed.

I’d definitely recommend these because if using them improperly — oops! — gives results, what will happen when I leave them on for the full two hours?

On a far less shallow note, I can't let this day pass without thinking of the men and women who died on 9/11 over a decade ago. I was in my advisor's office discussing what would be my first semester of college, and he answered his phone. The color drained from his face, and he asked, "Do you have friends or family in New York?" I said yes, I did have a dear friend who lived there. He told me our meeting was postponed, and I needed to call my friend because the city was under attack.

I vaguely remember calling my friend, Kevin, and him repeating, "Jesus, I'm okay. I'm okay. Jesus Christ. I'm fine." We made it home in time to see the second plane hit, and that's something I remember clearly. 

A guy who is basically my brother was working outside that day, and he remembers seeing ash everywhere, coating everything it touched and the horrible realization that some of that ash had once been human beings. I think it scarred his soul. 

Everyone, regardless of political affiliation or religion, can agree the attack that took place that day was atrocious and cowardly. I hope those affected, directly or indirectly, can find a measure of peace today. I'll keep you all in my thoughts.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

On the Road Again...

Tomorrow we leave for Texas so we can fly to California for my cousin’s wedding! 

On the one hand, I always have horrible separation anxiety when I leave my kitties behind — yes, I have issues; I’m well aware — but I’m also excited to see my cousin since it’s been, oh, roughly fifteen years

I have a couple of posts archived, and I’m sure I’ll be posting pictures from the trip, but guys?

If our plane lands and goes dark like in the Strain? Run away!

Tuesday, September 9, 2014


Today is Day Five. Still no internet. How incompetent can these people be? Why do they still have jobs? There are smarter, harder-working people out there who need those jobs!

Monday, September 8, 2014

Internet! Y U No Work?!

It’s a sad state of affairs when your internet choices are a company that has random outages and never returns phone calls regarding said outages… or Comcast, a company notorious for its horrible customer service. They have a whopping 32% satisfaction rate according to recent studies!

Basically, I’m furious. If I wanted to live in the dark ages, I would move into a tent! I work online. No internet = no work. No work = no money. No money = I become hostile and snappy. Fix your shit, CSpire.

Here endeth the rant. For now. 

Friday, September 5, 2014

Restaurant Review: The Turnrow

Not too long ago, a place called the Turnrow opened up nearby. I tried it once and wasn’t at all impressed (the menu is extremely limited if you don’t eat fried food, burgers, or sausage), but everyone else seemed to like it, so we ended up going there for dinner. 

There were only two other tables, but we had to wait a good thirty-five minutes for our food. My oysters were gritty, briny, and smelled fishy. Oh, and I only got four of them… for $10.99. 

My uncle ordered the redfish cooked medium — this is the south, where some people like their fish barely done, so you have to specify — and he received the salmon… nearly raw. 

He told our waiter, who was horrified and apologized profusely. He said he would have the manager take it off our bill and disappeared into the kitchen. When he returned, he looked even more horrified. 

The manager said we would be charged for the redfish, not the more expensive salmon, or that the kitchen would make the redfish and take the salmon back.

Excuse me? 

We had a to-go order for my aunt, and it was almost 10 at night by this point, so he just ate the salmon and sucked it up. As he was paying the bill, someone (probably the manager; how else would she have known about the salmon-redfish problem?) walked by and chirped, “That just gives you a reason to come back and try the redfish!”

Are you kidding me?!

My uncle said, “We’ll see.”

Turnrow, let me translate that for you: your oysters suck, your management sucks, your kitchen staff sucks, and “we’ll see” means “never again.”

Thursday, September 4, 2014

I Am My Hair

I’m getting my hair cut today (which is the day after tomorrow as I’m writing this), and the Lady Gaga song Hair (from which I stole the title of this blog post) oh-so-appropriately popped into my head. I don’t make enough music recommendations on my blog, so I figured I’d plug the song in case anyone missed out on it back in 2011 when the Born This Way album first came out.

She gets plenty of hate, and I don’t like every single song she’s ever done, but as a rule, I love Lady Gaga. She has an amazing vocal range, and while some of her songs do have a similar feel to Madonna circa Confessions On a Dance Floor, others are original and thought-provoking, even haunting. 

Born This Way is my favorite Gaga album to date, but… and this will sound weird… I typically only listen to it during fall. Maybe that’s just because Tristan and I blasted the album constantly during fall the year it came out, but the music feels autumnal and somehow sounds richer during cooler months. So here is Hair. I recommend listening to it now and again once the temperature drops. Maybe you’ll hear what I mean.

Am I the only one with weird quirks like that?

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Dreaming of Fall

Pumpkin Spice Lattes have returned to Starbucks, which can only mean one thing: fall is on its way!

Fall is my favorite time of year. It’s cool without being too cold, the leaves turn colors, and there’s that indescribable scent in the air I’ve always referred to simply as “the fall smell.” Because, clearly, I am the next Sylvia Plath.

Where was I?

Fall! Zara has really nailed it this year, and I’m eyeing up pieces I can’t wait to snag for when the temperatures drop. Or, you know, next week because my style is “cold and pissed off about it.” My only beef with Zara is I find their sweaters run slightly large, so I never know if I should buy the small or the medium, end up buying the medium, and it’s always big. Eh, the oversized look is in, right? They also do the cutest shoes, and unlike many places, a size six is actually a size six!

What are your picks for fall? (They don’t have to come from Zara. I promise I know other stores exist).

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Biaggi's Redux

You know how sometimes you visit a restaurant you’ve been to before, and the experience is so horrendous you think, “Never doing that again?” It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But time passes, and the food there is good, so you give it another go, convinced that the last time was surely just a fluke and not an indication of a decline in service? 

This is one such story. This is the tale of Biaggi’s and how we were once again disappointed. 

I went to Biaggi’s with my mother and my uncle last night, and we were seated promptly. There was a screaming kid in the other room, but the screaming didn’t last very long. The problem was the service. We waited a good ten minutes for someone to come to the table. Then the waiter forgot my uncle’s tea. No one had a complicated drink order, so unsweet tea shouldn’t be hard to remember, but things happen. Okay. 

Then he forgot sweeteners. 

He returned with Truvia (which I personally find vile, but whatever), and we placed our order, including my aunt’s to-go order, which the waiter said he would turn in when he brought our meals so it would be ready roughly when we finished eating. 

I ordered tuna, specifying that I liked it almost raw. The waiter agreed that overcooked tuna was gross and said theirs was lightly seared. It sounded delicious. 

My tuna arrived so overcooked it was gray. That was the kitchen’s fault, not the waiter’s. I’m not blaming that on him, but it's another example of the overall drop in quality there. I ordered an appetizer instead, sending away the foul tuna. (The smell was so fishy it put me off the idea of trying again).

We ate. It was delicious, like always. My uncle’s unsweet tea was refilled with sweet tea, and he had to send that back for a new glass. We finished eating, and my uncle inquired about the to-go order. 

Our waiter forgot to turn it in. 

So we had to wait another twenty minutes for that to be prepared, and when the ticket arrived, the waiter had charged for a more expensive menu item as the to-go order, not the actual menu item ordered. My uncle was so frustrated he just paid the bill — he was much more generous with the tip than I would have been — and we left.

One bad experience is a fluke. Two is a trend. I don’t like this trend. Biaggi’s, get your act together!

Monday, September 1, 2014

Second Verse, Same As the First...

Does this happen to anyone else? Or is it just my bad luck? You pick at a tiny flap of skin, and suddenly… you’re dying. It could just be that everything seems catastrophic when you’re feeling under the weather like I am now. My throat feels like I swallowed a gallon of acid. It’s really getting old. 

In other news, I have yet another exciting project in the works that I can’t talk about yet. I hope everyone here in the States has a happy Labor Day. Happy Monday to everyone else!