HIIIIII and HAPPY MONDAY!! I hope everyone is having a great start to their week, I sure am! Today, I woke up early, did a little bit of yoga, showered, actually got ready for work and treated myself to a dirty chai – – OH MY!!! If the rest of my week goes like this, I’m going to be one happy lady! Any way, let’s get to the point: What’s Up, Welcome Woman?!
- Why do you have ten different brushes in your makeup bag?
- My face is one color, why do I need 10 different shades?
- What is primer? I’m not a wall, I don’t need two coats of paint.
- Can you please apply my eyeliner?
- How the hell do you do a smokey eye – I just look like I got punched in the face!
Thanks to YouTube and friendly brands that offer all-in-one palettes, we all have the ability to be makeup artists. But, just because the tools are out there, means diddly squat to people like me – the people that are makeup illiterate. Yes, that’s a real thing. I like to describe makeup illiterate by giving sample questions of what a “makeup illiterate” person may ask….
If you know me, you know I am absolutely terrified, and somewhat grossed out, by babies. The entire process of having a child just sounds like my worst nightmare – an alien growing inside me, eating things I eat, pooping/peeing inside me, giving me uncontrollable mood swings, and the WORST part, the “alien” would have to come out of my vagina. Oh. Hell. No! Not to mention, after my body has been completely used and abused, I lose sleep and completely revolve my life around a tiny thing that cries and poos.
Are you ready for the cliche “holy crap, I’m turning 25 and about to have a quarter-life crisis” post? If so, that’s too dang bad – you’re not going to find that here! To be honest, I had that feeling about two months ago and I told myself to not let it happen here. Tomorrow, on March 25th, I will be turning 25 – the big ol’ GOLDEN birthday! Woot! Woot!
Now that I’m almost 25, I feel a little ridiculous receiving physical gifts from people; I have everything I need, and the things I want I try to earn/get for myself. For this year’s birthday gifts, I decided to celebrate by asking some of my favorite “old” people advice about what they wish they knew at 25 years old. Because honestly, that IS what I need and the ONLY thing I want (to know)...
Growing up, I’ve always thought of myself as a selfish person. I was, and still am, surrounded by some of the most giving people to ever grace the Earth with their presence – My mother and my grandmother, being the most prevalent. They are the definition of self-less. They will drop anything and everything to help someone in need; whether that be a family member, friend or stranger. Not only are they willing to drop anything and everything, they do so without even flinching. Without wondering how it may affect themselves or their day.
Me, on the otherhand, I’d take a couple seconds to regroup my thoughts – “How will this affect me? Can I even help? Am I the right person to help?”. When its all said and done, yes, I always (well, more often than not), will help anyone that may need it. I just never did it as gracefully as my mom and grandma, who – let’s face it – are the gold standard of selflessness. Which then lead me to believe I was a selfish person.
WASSSUPPP friends! This may be out of laziness or maybe I just think it’s a fun idea; moving forward, each month I am going to post a “What’s Up, Welcome Woman?” (WUWW) post. The series will be short, random, and easy going! This will help you get to know a little bit more about me and what’s going on in my life…which is sometimes boring, and sometimes TOO exciting. But one thing I’ve learned recently, is that we have to embrace those boring, almost seemingly pointless moments in our life, as well as the thrilling, jump up and down moments – because they all add up to make the person you are!
This series will be 5 bullet points and that’s it. Are you ready?!
Not going to lie, I’m struggling in the brainstorming process of how to introduce this “How To” post because all I can think about is the movie How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days, and how badly I want to be “Andie Anderson” and date Matthew McConaughey. I mean seriously, who wouldn’t want to be a journalist in NYC and date that beautiful man? Alright, alright, alright! Anyway, I digress. Today we’re going to talk about “How to be a good roommate” and how fortunate I have been to have the best ones EVER!
I decided to write this post, not because I think I am a good roommate, but because I have lived with people that are pretty much the epitome of a PERFECT roommate.
As I’m sitting here in an airport bar, drinking a local Colorado beer (how else am I supposed to enjoy a 5-hour layover in Denver?), I can’t help but feel like a million bucks. Although I’m choking back tears because I just had to say goodbye to my soul sister, I am beyond grateful for the quick trip to Oregon to visit her and her boyfriend (who is also a soul sister of mine…I hope you find that as a compliment, Mikey, because it is one!). The reason I feel like a million bucks isn’t obvious, and I’m actually having a hard time pinpointing as to why I feel this way – especially because it has such a bittersweet aura about it. The only way I can describe it is with a series of random ‘feelings’…
Please follow these instructions very closely or you will be very confused. Below is a new rendition of a Valentine’s song…
Instructions: Sing the below (4) verses to the rhythm and harmony of Nat King Cole’s song “L-O-V-E”.
“L” is for my favorite meal – lo mein.
“O” is for the weird-O that I am
“V” is very, very, dang prettttyyyy
“E” is everyone one show me some loooove.
Hello my pretties! Congratulations on making it through the first month of 2017, because oh my, that was a doozy. I’ll start off by saying sorry – my apologies on the political detour on the last few posts, but I had some strong feelings and experiences and I wanted to share them. (I hope I didn’t scare anyone away – ha!) Anyway, as February is greeting us, I’m responding back by saying hello and promising it a full month of yoga. Yes, I did choose February for this challenge because it’s the shortest month, but who’s to judge, right?! I also chose February as my “yoga” month because I’ve had two consecutive months in a yoga class; which leads me to feel a bit more confident in myself and my practice.