Today marks the third time in the past 8 days that I’ve worked out. It’s not much of a habit yet but still more consistency than I’ve been able to muster in a long while. My “runs” currently break down into something resembling approximately 3/4 walking and 1/4 old-man-jog…until today. I went a little too hard this afternoon and ended up turning my knees to jell-o. That’s where Mike comes in. Pandora dutifully queued him up as I limped home. Here’s what I heard:
Happy (Any) Day
February 22, 2012 By Leave a Comment
I wanted to post this exactly a week ago, but putting it up on a day with much less hype seems serendipitously appropriate. Everyone has an opinion on how to celebrate Valentine’s—from overly enthusiastic expression to feeling it’s too commercial or even ignoring the holiday altogether. I, however, think any day is a good day for celebrating love. So Happy (fill-in-the-blank) Day to those who are single, together, far apart, or anywhere in between.
Love,
Jessica
When long is better than short.
December 10, 2009 By
“What’s with the Farrah Fawcett ‘do today?”
Little did he know that my hair was strategically allowed poofing out privileges for the day in order to provide some much needed camouflage. A real nasty addition was discovered when my hand went up to wash my face this morning and found a sore, yet acute, shot of pain running through the entire right side of my face. I felt a bump, a large, painful bump. Not good.
I hopped out of the shower in a hurry to see what damage a night’s sleep had done to my skin. Sure enough there was a large red planet protruding from my cheek. Of course I concealed the bejesus outta that sucker with as much foundation and…well, concealer as my fair complexion would allow without looking ridiculous. Not even the entire stock of Sephora could’ve helped this one, so I thanked my lucky stars that I hadn’t chopped off my hair during a trim the day before and went to work with it styled to cover as much of my face as possible.
Had my hair been shorter, and unable to cover my cheek, I would have had to rock that sucker like they discovered Pluto actually was a planet again, but had been relocated to my face. I may not love the maintenance that comes with long hair, but I do love how it can make a break out disappear in a pinch.
Pretty sneaky even if I do say so myself.
