Puberty was a long time ago

Summer 2010. Elyse was spendy. Very spendy. I was also vain. Vain enough to get a facial twice a month. My skin has never been so happy... my pores never so minimized.

But, that was not cost efficient. So now, I have the issue of enlarged pores and sad skin. Until of course, yesterday when I invested in Patricia Wexler's Glycolic Peel, very similar to what Carly used (last summer's esthetician).

That just added a big fun exciting loop to the roller coaster that is my emotions.

Monday Blues

Grateful that a black blazer always makes me look better. Hair grows. The gospel brings peace and love and better clarity and understanding of each day. My sisters are grateful for me, too. I have a smart man to knock sense into me and send me into fits of giggles. It's so warm out it sizzles and I love it. Come three weeks I will be in Mexico visiting the best children I know. Contingent upon my faithfulness, my family is eternal. I have an amazing responsibility and opportunity to look after people who think I am very well put together. Yoga. Ice cream. Leopard print. Sharing my cable bill with someone else.

MUSIC

Matt Nathanson came out with a new album. If you are a #cheapskate and only get one song, make it be "Run" feat Jennifer Knettles and Kristian Bush. Yes. Sugarland.

If today is payday and you've got that Friday jump in your step go ahead and splurge for "Kiss Quick".

If you're offended by the insinuation that you cannot afford an $11.99 album, and you would prefer something more upbeat than the two sappy songs I suggested, go ahead and splurge. It's called Modern Love. Thank me later.

The Girl From Ipanema

In my current yoga practice I am working on my headstand. The headstand requires strength, balance, patience, and focus. Hence, why I've waited a year to overcome this pose, I lack all of those.

Today, I made an interesting correlation with my headstand practice and my life. When I am preparing to stand on my head, I situate my hands in the right position to create a cradle, and a secondary source of balance. I choose to focus on only the things that are happening in my immediate presence. My hands are flat and stable..... My head is on the ground.... My eyes are focused on one immobile object.... My stomach is firm and secure.... Every muscle is engaged.... I steadily lift my legs from the ground. The focus goes back onto my body. I stare at one point. I reengage my muscles. As my legs rise I refocus, retighten. I hold my gaze and point my toes. I am in utter bliss. I am in control. For those moments, there is nothing that I can imagine taking this moment from me.

And then something breaks in. A thought, an insecurity, or a fear. And just as suddenly my balance flees along with my control and I am on the floor. It happens too fast to even remember what broke my concentration but it doesn't matter. All I know is I fell and I need to get back up.

Keep It Fresh.

The Anna Wintour appropriate version of me.

The hippie version of me.

The Hamptons version of me.

The adorable red headed version of me.

The bread business version of me.

Emoticons

Black+Blue. CPerri. <3.

we call nikka the pretty dial. if you would like to know why, take a look at my friend kristen's blog and you will see why.

Nikka, High School Grad

p.s. Kristen, can you make me look like that? HELLO, I'm trying to get married over here!

What's the opposite of a silver tongue?

When I was young, I had a speech impediment that prohibited me from cowwectly pwouncing my "R's". At this time, my Dad was applying for a software sales job at Word Perfect. We were living in Arizona so he sent in a video for the initial interview (Bachelorette Style). The video complimented his resume by saying, "Hey, I'm charasmatic and likable!" To show his sense if humor and family-centered personality, he ended with a shot of his oldest daughter saying enthusiastically, "My Daddy Wants to Wowk for Wowd Pewfect Wwwwweally Bad."

We laughed about that for years and my dad would facetiously give me credit for the subsequent job offer and move to Texas. I am now realizing that really this was the beginning of me getting away with saying ridiculous things and still maintaining my street cred.

#bornthisway

I'm loving this adorable picture of Kyria, Nikka and Myself.

miss you

I couldn't remember how we embraced. Did we hug when I walked in the door like I do to everyone now, or did that come about because you left and I need affection on all sides? I asked mom and she spoke about your "bear hugs" but I don't remember. I don't really want to hear that. I want to figure it out on my own. I want to keep my memories together and if they are inaccurate please don't tell me because memories aren't tangible and if they were I would lock them up. I don't mean to sound so... however, I am sounding. I just don't want to think about this anymore.

Maybe then we will remember to slow down at all our favorite parts...

My life is not hard. In fact, it is great compared to so others. I know that people think this about me and I'm here to say I agree.

Sometimes, however, life hurts. Today, my heart hurts because I feel physical pain as a result of emotional pain. Perhaps this is because I enjoy my life so much and so often that any deviation from my normal serendipity and joy abrupts in such a way that emotional pain does not suffice..

A rainy day in San Diego hurts worse than a rainy day in Portland.

this is about me

Listening to: Time's A Wastin' by Johny Cash and June Carter
Feeling: hot. i think my air conditioning is taking a vacation
Craving: silly love and ice cream

Fake it til you make it. Or until everyone believes you and stops asking questions.

My mom tells stories of the home she grew up in. Full of love and strong personalities and swapped maternal roles and store bought dinners. I believe her, but to me, Grandmas home was magical. So close to the beach that it smelt like salt water. Windows and doors open, classical music playing. There was a closet of shoes and endless Tic Tac boxes all over the place. There was a little hideaway above the garage and I never knew if it was called the "craft" or "crap" room. I just avoided saying either for fear of being wrong. She had a freezer outside with ice cream and a plum tree in the backyard. It could sleep 100 people easily. There was a room devoted to music and another devoted to tacky furniture. It was my home when Texas wasn't and it was where my mom scraped her knee and brought my dad to meet the family and the address she had memorized. It was her home so it was mine too.

wake up call

Woke up today and my body was yelling at me. I hate when it does that. Resting is not my strong point. So long as I take something, blog, and have the television on, I can relax. I hate that my health is based off the amount of sleep I get. I also hate that the amount of sleep I get is based on my anxiety. All in all, time for these habits to change.