Friday, January 27, 2012

Finally Friday

I have to tell you started off reeeeeaally rough. Lately things have been hard here in Katy-ville. The hits just keep coming. This is not a pity party of one by any means. Just background. For some reason when  I got into the car I just played this song over and over.

Then when I got to work I was cut the from the sales floor after about two and a half hours of work. I was still feeling a little dejected so I played the song again and then turned on my phone. It was suddenly flooded with emails and a voice mail that I'd been waiting for. Suddenly I felt this amazing happy buzz. I'm not in control, but even at my lowest He is!

I'm not big into posting all the time about my faith, but I just had to share this with you guys today.
The other issue...find the smell didn't go so well. I'm going to play another round in her room tonight. Wish me the best lovelies!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Find the Smell....

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Yep....Boomer and I will be playing a round of Find the Smell in her room. I've cleaned. I've washed. I've vacuumed. Something in there just doesn't smell right and now I'm determined to find what it is. First on the agenda is the closet and her drawers. Wish me luck. I know what I used to hide in my room (mainly food), and it weren't pretty when Momma Boom and I would clean out my room.

I've worked three perfect closes this week. Our store does photography for the rest of the company so everything in the store has to look absolutely perfect. This takes HOURS. I'm sleep. And I confess....after doing that for three nights I was out of it at work today. I found myself staring at a rack of shirts at one point. I came home and Boomer told me to take a nap. Yeah it was that bad.

I'm trying to get back on the blogging horse. I haven't been great about reading and commenting. I'll get back to it tho. Have a great day lovelies!

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

I used to.......

I used to keep a diary. Well to be more specific...until recently I have kept a diary since I was seven years old. It started when we had to journal daily at school. Then I discovered the beautiful journals they had at bookstores and in the paper craft aisle's at stores. I would write down everything, desperate to fill up my journal and buy the next beautiful new book to fill with my secrets and angst. (I was a dramatic kid.) I keep them at my mother's house. (I tell her EVERYTHING she won't find out anything crazy if she reads them, but boy does that woman believe in and guard privacy.) My life from seven to now fits onto an entire bookshelf.

My latest journal I've had for a long time. Too long. I should have bought a pretty new empty book by now. I haven't written anything in it since September or October...before that it was March. I can't. Right now I've been writing the same exact entries for 3 years. I'm tired f writing them. I'm tired of reading them. Until something changes and I fix this mess, I can't bring myself to write down what I know in my head. That I'm still here wallowing in this broken mess.

I know I'm being vague, intentionally so. You never know who is reading :-P I don't even know if I'll ever push the publish button on this post. I'm just venting. Maybe a new medium will help me feel better about this stagnation (is that a word?)

Thursday, January 19, 2012

I Heart Tattoos : But not my 18 year old self

Today I'm linking up with Raven and her I heart Tattoo's link up. I love tattoos, but I have a bit of a cautionary tale for you regarding tattoos.

Here is my tattoo :)

You'll have to pardon the crappy photoshopping :)

I got it one day when I was bored. I was finally 18 and could get a tattoo. My girlfriend and I were driving around Chattanooga and we were bored and we saw a tattoo parlor and said 'Why not?' We walked in and looked at pictures and picked out what we wanted. The top part of my symblo was cut off and the tattoo artist said 'I think I remember what it looked like...' That should have been a red flag. But to my underdeveloped 18 year old brain, for some reason it wasn't. I let him doodle whatever he remembered. It is located on my right hip near-ish the girlie bits :)

So.....flash forward to my 26 year old self. I start googling images one day to see what my tattoo should look like. And wouldn't you know it. My tat means nothin. Zilch. Or perhaps it means rat poop, or an idiot got this tattoo.

I'm planning several more tattoos and I'm planning to have this original covered up. I love tattoos. I think they are a beautiful way to express yourself. Its important though to make sure that you have REALLY thought about your tattoo. Its going to be there FOREVER. Also take some time to look into the artist. Make sure you have really communicated what you want, and that their work falls in line with what you really want. You are going to get what you pay for. I paid $40 for that piece of pretty you see. I know that whatever I get next will cost several hundred dollars. I'm OK with that. So here's looking at my next pieces of art. I'll be sure to post all about it when it happens.

I'm planning to get either a branch of cherry blossoms there to cover the original and then wrap around my side.....or a phoenix rising from flames. Both would symbolize a rebirth of sorts for me, so I won't be getting them until some things in my personal life are squared away. I would also like to get a design of the sun, moon, and starts with Boomer's name on it (her real name) in the clouds. My friend drew the design for me and I'd like it on my ribs.

For a long time I've wanted a pin-up girl version of myself, with an atomic cloud behind it with a banner that said Katy. I'm not sure if that's really narcissistic or what. Nor am I entirely sure where I'd get it. I like wrist tattoos as well, but I'll wait until I've had a big girl job to do any visible tats.

That's my tattoo story. Hope you enjoyed it...and were warned if you aren't tatted up yet. And anonymous....don't go raggin' on my life choice. And don't tell mom I may or may not have pics of my almost girlie bits on the internet!

Friday, January 13, 2012

Hey...Look...It's SNOW

Yes that's right its snowing in central Ohio...and apparently NO ONE has seen this phenomenon before. All day I have heard people whine and complain about how shocked they are at the temperature and percipatation falling from the sky. And sweet Baby Jesus, don't get me started on the absolute idiocy I saw on the roads driving into work this morning.

Ok...for real peeps? We live in OHIO!!!! 

Anyway, as my friends will tell you I'm a complainer hardcore about being cold. I was born in a dessert for goodness sakes. I am not, however, ever surprised by the weather in Ohio. We get blizzards in March folks.

Today we were getting ready for inventory at the store. Which meant I got to go in bright and early at 7am, and pre-list all the mannequins in the store and in the windows. Let me tell you. The 'walkers' in Polaris today caught me in some pretty embarrassing moments today. For example when I was in the men's window I had to basically undo their pants and reach around what would be the 'junk' area to find the price tags and write down the SKU numbers. So some elderly people walk by and give me a kind of 'What the what?!?!?!' look. Then this young guy walks by and gives me a thumbs up.

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I also had to grope a few female mannequins as well. Not to mention almost falling on my butt several times. Thankfully no one saw....but I just told all of I'm not sure where I'll fall in the win or lose category on that. I do however feel it was a success because I only broke one nail! Boo-Yah!

Just wanted to drop in with a quickie post before I went to get Boomer from school Since I've been on such a role this week. It feels good too. Anywho....catch ya later lovelies!!!

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Dear Boomer

Dear Boomer-

Last night, I watched you sleep. I laid down next to you and watched you for about 15 mins. You still suck your tongue. Just like you did the when you were a new born and I watched you sleep to make sure you were still breathing. (I was a little neurotic at first.) You suck your tongue and I hope you do it till you're an old lady and I can't see it anymore.

You still reach for me in your sleep. You rolled over and grabbed my ear. I don't know why you like ears so much....In all honesty kiddo its kind of weird. I think it might have to do with all the messing around we did with your ears in your first three years of life. (Who knew ears could be so expensive!)

You talk in your sleep. More specifically you say random nonsensical phrases in your sleep. 'Spongebob!' 'Momma give Flyn (as in the character from Tangled).  I wish I could see what your dreaming about. (Reneesme style!)

You are a heat seeking missile in your sleep. No matter where I go in the bed you find me and attach some body part to me. Head. Arm. Foot. You're golden as long as something is touching Momma.

You however LOATHE covers. And I like to be completely covered. You figure that one out kiddo.

I watched you sleep and I saw how much longer you are in the bed than you used to be. Can you please stop growing? Because for a minute I was able to fully visualize you at 15. You're going to be beautiful....but that's scary as hell for Mommy so...stop it. Just cut it out. Stay about 37 inches and 5.5 years old. I know, I know. You can't help it.

I watched you sleep and I wondered....I hoped that I'm doing right by you. I hope I'm teaching you all you need to know. And I hope you stop telling elderly white women that they look like Mother Gothel. (Seriously....soooooooo embarrassing.)

I watched you sleep, then I fell asleep. The next morning I rolled over and there were your beautiful, bright, brown eyes. (That's called alliteration my young one.) You smiled...with your one missing tooth. 'Morning Momma. Can I have a grapefruit?' far, so good.



Wednesday, January 11, 2012

5 Things You Must Buy

So today I'm linking up with Erin and her five things you must buy link up. Here is my list:

1) Urban Decay Primer Potion
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 So make-up gurus, junkies and the like all over preach the gospel of eye primers. This is my personal favorite so far, and I have used several. I'm so glad that they finally changed the packaging. Before they put it in the squeezable tube you see above it was in a ridiculous, almost lip gloss like tube. You would think it was all used up, but there was actually quite a bit of product left in the tube. There are a lot of youtube videos teaching you how to cut it open and get the rest out.

2) Lancome's Bi-Facil makeup remover.

Words cannot express how much I love this stuff. I am a makeup junky, but I hate scrubbing off makeup because I'm terrified that I'm going to rub wrinkles into my face. This stuff is like a Mr. Clean Magic eraser for your eye makeup. It has an oil based and water based formula that you have to shake up everytime you use it. A-mazin!

3) Goody Slide Proof Hair Bands
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So the packaging that I have says new and improved and looks a little different than these. These are lifesavers. I have A LOT of hair and when its straight especially, my hair just will not stay in normal hair ties. These babies grip and stay put without damaging or pulling out my hair.

4) Lush Ocean Salt Cleanser

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I really enjoy Lush. The store is so fun to go into efverything smells so yummy. I also appreciate their packaging and recycling efforts. The Ocean Salt scrub is just something I love so much. I've bought several of the little black pots since I was first introduced to it last summer. Its great as a facial scrub (if you don't have sensitive skin), but its also wonderful for the bikini line after shaving. Plus it's got vodka in it, and well Katy loves the vodka.

5) Starbucks Cinnamon Dolce Latte

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My store is right next to a Starbucks. It's terrible. I ought to just buy stock in the company at this point. I used to be a strictly White Chocolate Mocha girl, but one of the baristas told me I should try the Cinnamon Dolce Latte and my oh my! I haven't had anything else in weeks.....although I will be cutting down on my Starbucks intake to cut back on some spending.

Well lovelies, that's my list for right now.

Monday, January 9, 2012

MMM: Vol 12 I saw 'The Help' ya'll

Hey lovelies!

I was bad last week and didn't post a MMM. I know sorry. With Leila home the first three days of the week I just kind of gave up. I seriously have no idea how I used to stay at home with her everyday. Props to the SAHMs out there.

On to the mani. Momma Boom took me to get our nails done at the shop we used to go to when I was in highschool. (And prayed to the gods of acryllic....*sigh*....I was young.) Anyway for you C-bus girls, its called L&T and its off Bethel Rd by the Olentangy Shopping Plaza. They are super clean and friendly. Anyway this is what I got!

OPI Bastille My Heart without flash

OPI Bastille My Heart with flash
This color was a bit of a departure for me. This type of dark almost purplish red is more my mother's speed and she said so many times while I was getting the manicure. The only caveat is she dislikes shimmer...of any sort....with a passion. So she will never get this color on her nails. Maybe her tootsies if she is feeling adventurous. I like this color though. I'm going to have to hunt it down and add it to my personal collection.

So the movie....I have to warn you ....some of you may not like what I have to say about this. And that's ok.

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Last weekend I read The Help...and then I watched the movie.

Suffice it to say....I get what all the hooplah was about....but I don't get it.

The movie is touching. The acting is pretty great. I think Viola Davis is one of the most underrated female actors in Hollywood right now, and I'm glad that she had such a plum role in such a visible movie. Ok... that's all the nice things I have to say.

In the very beginning of the book I actually had to reread several sections over and over because I had no idea what the author was saying. 'Oh Law' is a phrase that is often repeated. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why someone was exclaiming 'Law'...until I realised these characters were calling on the Lord. My grandmother is from Mississippi. Deep South. The rest of our family hails from Louisiana, Kentucky, and Texas. I have never, in my life heard anyone say 'Oh Law'. I've heard 'Oh Lawd', and 'Oh Lord' (because believe it or not some Southerners do correctly enunciate...yep even the colored ones.) But 'Oh Law.' It concerns me that as the author is from the South...maybe she wasn't listening which case she got some things wrong.

Black men. In this book they are absent, dead or abusive. Thank you for perpetuating that stereotype further.

The book doesn't deal with the issues of sexual harassment that women faced at the hands of their employers. There is a reason we look the way we do and that's all I'm saying.

Now with all that said, I'm sure the author, nor the film makers set out to make a film that was missing some big pieces. It is Hollywood after all and you have to make money and some issues just are not marketable.  I'm sure for some people this film brought some topics to their mind they may not have addressed. However as the granddaughter of a woman who cleaned 'white folks houses' to provide for her family, I know that this movie and book, just barely touched the surface of what those women really experienced. My great-aunts actually attended college and got degrees in domestic sciences, to learn how to keep house correctly. My grandmother was married to a wonderful, present, loving black man. He not only cared for his children, but his children's children. I wish that the author had done more thorough research, and that Americans did not see entertainment as education.