Come on get Higher...

I've been thinking lately.. it may be time to admit that I'm a little teensy weensy.. High Maintenance. * Gasp* I didn't used to be. I grew up with lots of boys and games of "kick the can" and "jump off the cliff and try not to break something". I owned camo's and BB guns and dirt bikes... However, I remember a day when we were driving to church and Joel (my brothah from another mothah) rolled down the window. We live in Georgia, it was summer, it was hot, no air conditioning... and I remember thinking "OMG, my hair"..  Now, if you knew me then, It will not be entirely clear what I was worried about.. as it was, "Special" looking, but still, in that moment I knew.. I would rather suffer for the love of fashion and die of heat stroke... it was pivotal.

I noticed that I've been  slowly adding of things over the years. I admitted to myself that I was never going to grow my nails out, so I pay someone to glue fake ones on. I went to three stores last week looking for THE BRAND of hairspray that I can't live without. Obnoxious? Yes, but necessary...  ( frizzy hair is the WORST) I have special facial creams that are supposed to keep you young and radiant etc... Do they work? I have no clue but I am certainly not going to STOP using them and see what happens.. oh the HORROR.  When I went to get my hair blown out the other day, the lady asked me where I was going.. "Um, nowhere, but it was TOTALLY worth ten bucks to not have to do it myself.." Did you know that you can hire someone to GLUE eyelashes on, one by one? It's true, it's a whole complicated "tape your eyeball down, Hilteresque kind of thing".. and something new I probably can't live without.  So, after careful consideration of the facts at hand, I've decided, I'm High Maintenance.. Ladies, Come and get Higher.. it's fun and there are really cool hair products. Oh,  and I have no guilt. Guilt was for my twenties, in my thirties, this stuff is COMPLETELY necessary. I'm jus SAYIN.

An open letter...

An open letter to Winter..

Dear Winter,

    I think you should know that I am entirely over you. I find the charm of a fire and a chilly night has worn off, and I long for the days when I can go outside at night and not be in danger of losing a digit. Your required footwear is on my nerves.. I get pedicures... for WHAT?.. my toes are ensconced in socks.. and boots.. and lots of Black. I seem to bruise for NO REASON during your awful reign and my skin... my gosh.. it's so darn dry.. There isn't enough Jergens in this WORLD to make this okay...  So, I am respectfully asking you to GO AWAY.. We need to break up. I don't like you and your butt face. I don't like it when you drizzle on me. I don't like it when I have to wear jeans ALL the time. Jeans are BORING Winter.. BORING.. I tell you. I don't like it when you start blowing your freaking wind, I don't like it when you ice me in my house.I don't like the PALENESS.  I HATE needing four layers of clothing before leaving the house.. And snowing twice... REALLY? Is that ENTIRELY necessary? I live in the SOUTH Winter, you are supposed to be a mere shadow here.. a softer gentle side of what you show them northern folks. I'm a Texas girl living in Georgia.. I need warmth.. Get yourself together, have some self respect.. and know when you are wanted. You are NOT. Go 'way.. K thanks...

Sincerely,
A Southern girl who is longing for a white dress and a lounge chair.... Amen.

Randomness....and Happiness...My Thoughts..

My Kiddo

Silliness

Shoes..the higher the better

Silly pictures..

Sunglasses

Spinny things...

Sand.. at the Beach only. Moon sand is the devil.

Mornings... Sometimes :)

A good underused word thrown into a great conversation

A great conversation...

Bar B Q - The real kind.

People acting like grown ups

People knowing when to stop being so darn grown up

Music.. the good kind

Dancing..randomly.. in the car, in the kitchen, in the hallway

A good deal... on something girlie

A credit card, for when it's NOT a good deal, but it's necessary to own anyways

Meeting someone new, that I will not be able to live without. Ever.

The times I humiliate myself so completely, that it's a goofy story.. Pride is always overrated and ALWAYS boring.

A truly funny, excellent story

Bubbling fountains of laughter.. the kind that can't be contained..

Carefree moments...

Convertibles.. I used to have a red one.. I want it back.

Bubbles

Alcohol

Chocolate

Chocolate Alcohol

Chocolate Bubbling Alcohol

Make-up

Being absolutely certain that blue eyeshadow is, on ME, a tragedy

Modern eye care, for without it, I was certain to be a spinster with a hundred cats..

A well written book

A horribly written book with lots of doofy romance..

Not caring what other people think can be/is hard.. but worth it.

Love. The kind that makes no sense and makes you smile for no reason. That is all.. The end..