Aug 21

Yes, you heard me right. This fall was made for a love affair. I’m not talking about the kind of love affair that involves anything hot and heavy – my parents read this blog, after all! Besides, I don’t believe in “hot and heavy” love affairs outside of marriage. Inside of marriage? Heck yes. In fact, I think you SHOULD have hot and heavy love affairs within your marriage. Call me crazy – I think it’d make me a little less busy on the family law front. For now though, I’m talking about my self-professed totally-appropriate-for-the-parents-to-read-about love affair. With blue. Because let me tell you, this fall is all about it.

My friend Alaska* and I went out shopping last night – I was AMAZED at how much “my” color has made an appearance in fall fashion. I mean, check this out – here, here, here and here. Or here, here, here, and here. Would you like me to keep going? I could, but I think you have enough links for the moment. If you’re dying for more, send me a message. I will send you loads of them.

Fall’s color is a deeper richer blue – like a teal/jewel tone sort of beautiful awesomeness – than my favorite bright blue summer color. It. Is. Perfect. It’s even made an appearance in two beautiful shades from OPI.** (I told you I was always looking for another blue.) Ski Teal We Drop – beautiful. I wore it yesterday. On my fingernails. I never do that. What can I say? I was feeling rebellious. And it was Friday. And I wasn’t supposed to see any judges. Of course, since I did that, you KNOW I ended up seeing a judge. It must have been a lucky color though, because I wrapped up my case from start to finish in record time. I filed it on the first floor of the courthouse and fifteen minutes later it was finished on the third floor. Pretty great, especially for something I thought would take at least a month! I wonder what kind of results I’d get if I dared to wear Yodel Me on My Cell. I think I’ll still stick to playing it rebellious on days when I don’t expect to see any judges. Or maybe I’ll just wear a blue shirt. Hey, maybe you will too. After all, it’s one of Fall’s hottest colors.

*No, that isn’t her real name… you should know the drill by now. Family members = actual names, much to their chagrin. Everyone else = safe from actual names. My friend Alaska spent her summer in Alaska. I’m sure you’re shocked. Given all the places she’s been, we could have easily named her “Beijing,” “Shanghai,” “Moscow”… I liked “Alaska.” (Like I’m always telling my siblings – if you don’t like it, write your own blog.)

**For an awesome review of the new colors, check out All Laquered Out.

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Jul 27

Why would you want to spend time working out inside when you could wake up and work out on these? Yeah, that’s what I thought. You wouldn’t waste your time inside either. Of course, when it’s freezing, I’ll be back at Scott Fitness where there’s no contract ever, and you can start and stop as often as you like. For now, I’m on the “stopped” phase. (And no, it’s not like I get any sort of bonus for linking to their site. I just like them.) Since I’m not at Scott Fitness, over the last few days I’ve spent a LOT of time on these stairs. Forget counting how many steps I’ve taken – that’s one area the machine definitely has the advantage. I just go by the number of songs I listen to while I run up and down the stairs. It helps if I pick fast songs. I definitely would NOT recommend climbing them to Jordin Spark’s “No Air.” (My mom loves working out to that song. I will NEVER understand that.)

My running has been sporadic over the past few months. I was blaming that on my fooorever long commute, but since moving to KC three weeks ago, I still wasn’t feeling it. For some reason, Taylor Swift’s “Love Story” as my alarm doesn’t help me vault out of bed. And if I don’t work out in the morning, it’s probably not happening. I am SO a morning person. Last week, I changed my alarm. Nickelback. Just about anything from their Dark Horse CD makes me jump out of bed. Problem solved, and I am back on the wagon. It’s a good thing too – I unpacked my scale this week. Of course, given that I’m taller than I thought, that number isn’t really as bad as it could be – I’m only six pounds off from the range that I give myself. Give me a month and I’ll be back on track. For now, I’m just extra bootylicious. That’s hardly a bad thing.

This morning I talked my roommate into going with me. Let’s call her Juarez – that’s where her family’s from, but it’s not her real name. (Roommates are almost family, but they get some level of protection. Come on, that’s only fair, right? Reece wishes he was my roommate.) We’ve actually got another roommate who will be joining us in a few short weeks and we can’t wait! Maybe we’ll rope her into early mornings too. It’s always more fun to run with someone else. Even when you’re not running “together.” (That wasn’t a problem today. Juarez is shorter than SixFour.)

Take a look at how beautiful it is out there in those early morning hours. Care to join us?

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