I love my kids. That said, I have to say how great it is to have them back in school. This summer break had a lot of everything in it, both good and bad. Don’t get me wrong, it was fun, but also had some crazy scary moments. We went to Orlando for our vacation and visited FIVE theme parks, needless to say, we squeezed it all in and wore ourselves out. Thanks goodness we took a couple of days off in between, or I wouldn’t have made it. After all that, I still had an errand to run for Uncle Joey. I’ll have to post about that later, but let’s just say he owes me…big time. Now with the house to myself it feels amazing. I even put on my new Erin McCarly CD to rock out to. It seems there are times I just need some new music to bring some variety into my life. I’m going to enjoy this moment, because if there’s anything I’ve learned lately, it’s that things can change in an instant. Like tomorrow, for example. I’m meeting with a new client, and I’m kind of nervous about it. I have a feeling it’s going to disrupt my life in some way. But you never know, it could all just be in my head. In the meantime, does anyone have a great CD you’d like to suggest?? Keep me posted! ~Shelby
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I have a friend who helps me out sometimes. Mostly when I get in trouble. In my line of work, I’ve decided it’s a good thing to have someone around who’s willing to watch my back now and again. Not too long ago, this friend and I needed to talk to some people without revealing our identities. As part of the disguise, we had to ride his motorcycle. I’ve never been riding on a motorcycle before. I couldn’t even tell you what kind of motorcycle it was, except it was black and all shiny and nice. My friend was looking pretty bad-ass, so he fit the motorcycle to a tee. Me, not so much. In fact, I was wearing a skirt, of all things. But somehow we made it work, and I was clutching his middle pretty hard when we roared out of the parking garage. Woohoo! I have to tell you it was pretty exciting, and I enjoyed myself immensely. Me, a muscled hot dude, and a motorcycle… yup… fun times. The only problem? Well, besides my skirt flapping in the breeze (you should never wear a skirt on a motorcycle), the helmet he gave me was too big. I could hardly see a thing. It kind of ruined my experience. So next time, (and I hope there is a next time) I’m finding a smaller helmet. And I’m wearing pants.
This may sound silly, but I have a confession to make. I blogged awhile ago about make-up, and the article saying it was an addiction. I totally disagreed with that statement, saying it was impossible to be addicted to something that wasn’t bad for you. I mean, most addictions are bad, right? Since then I’ve had plenty of opportunities to go without make-up. Like today. I wasn’t going to go anywhere, mostly because I don’t have a car. So, I figured today was the perfect day not to wear make-up. After exercising, I took a shower and fixed my hair. I was thinking of all the time I would save by not putting on make-up, and before I knew it, I was putting powder on my nose and mascara on my lashes. It was like…I had no control. I didn’t go all out, I just put on a little, you know, to make my complexion look good. Plus, it has sun-screen in it for going outside. There’s nothing wrong with that, right? So am I addicted to make-up? Maybe it’s just more like a habit. Like reading books. I love to read books. I read everyday. Does that mean I’m addicted to reading? Come to think about it, I guess I’m addicted to a lot of things. Like sleeping, and eating, chocolate milk, diet soda, etc, etc, etc. So maybe I don’t need to confess! Maybe I am addicted to stuff! And maybe…it’s okay!
The other morning I was listening to the radio when the announcer said that next up, they were going to talk about something that 98% of all women were addicted to. It was something they couldn’t leave the house without doing, and they did it everyday. Wow…what could it be? Then came the inevitable break, where I had to wait through all the commercials for the program to come back on. During that time, I was imagining all sorts of unhealthy things. I mean, if 98% of all women did this…then I probably did it too, so it made me kind of nervous, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. I mean, caffeine is addictive…so maybe they were just talking about coffee, or diet drinks…but was that newsworthy? I didn’t think so. Finally the program came back on, and the announcer disclosed the addictive behavior…and guess what it was? Wearing MAKE-UP! What? I was addicted to wearing make-up? I don’t think so…I always like to look my best, and make-up enhances my natural beauty. But to say it is an addiction really cooked my noodle. Wearing make-up is not an addiction! And whoever tells you that is a Moron!
Castle
Posted: January 11, 2012 in ThoughtsTags: beckett, detective, favorite tv show, murders, mystery writer
My favorite TV show is Castle. It’s about a mystery writer who works with NYPD Detective Kate Beckett and helps her solve murders. He’s in love with her, but she’s got issues and usually a hot boyfriend on the side. I love the humor…even though lately things have been pretty serious. I think Rick Castle is a great character…but am I the only one, or has anyone else noticed that he seems to be getting fat? Especially when he dressed up as Elvis. I don’t know why this bothers me so much, but I am a little disappointed in him. Probably because I think if he really wants the girl, he’s gotta get into shape.
Ok…so now I am totally embarrassed! Why do I do these things??? I made a quick run to the store and figured that even though I had on my sweats, no make-up, and hair in a ponytail because it was dirty, that I would just be in and out real fast and would see no one I knew. Right??? Ha ha ha. So of course I run into my old high school flame. The guy I made a fool of myself over. And guess what? He’s still HOT, and I looked like frump girl. At least he seemed happy to see me, only I could tell he was thinking…”whoa, what happened to her? She used to be such a babe!” and then “why is it that when a woman gets married, she lets herself go?” Of course I have to remind myself that he’s not married so I should cut him some slack. Or maybe not. But still, I think from now on, I’ll save the quick run to the store for when I’m dressed better and smelling good.
Have any of you had an experience like this or am I the only one? Let me know – I would love to hear from you!
Shelby Nichols Consulting 