To The Great Trim or Chop Debate

Why is it that as girls we get so excited about haircuts?  I literally couldn't sleep last night I was so excited. Maybe it's because it feels like a fresh start, or a way to be a little wild.  Or maybe it's because it's the one thing in life that we can really change at the snap of a finger (or a snip of the scissors if  you will).  I think it's all of those rolled into one. 

To be honest if I get a trim I feel like I look totally different, wild and spontaneous.  Actually though I am none of those and I look no different.  My absolute favorite part of a hair cut is first time you run your fingers through it and (no matter how much you snipped) it feels as if your fingers have run off a cliff, leaving you a little breathless.

Well, today I posed a question to my friends: trim or chop?  In the end I was to scared to chop but adventurous enough to do more than a trim.  So what do you think?

To the great trim or chop debate.  

Cheers!

To The Year Of The Underdog

Wow what a season it has been! Full of unexpected surprises! Talk about the year of the underdog! Bachelor, Dancing with the Stars, and Idol oh my!

It all started twelve weeks ago with Melissa Rycroft on the Bachelor getting the guy only to get dumped at the final rose ceremony reunion. Then just when we all felt for her, and thought I'd be home with chocolate, she appeared poised and perfect on Dancing with the Stars. Fast Forward eleven weeks and surprise #2 came in the form of the little Olympic wonder Shawn Johnson winning DWTS! Shocking! Now after last night I am in complete amazement. Kris Allen coming from behind to win it all on American Idol!! Twitter and Google had Adam Lambert winning, plus if you really think about it No Boundaries (that terrible song) was clearly written for Danny Gokey. Nobody expected Kris to even be in the finals - yet alone win. While we are on the subject of that horrific song co-written by Kara Dioguardi, she is another dark horse! For the new kid that nobody likes, she sure did put on quite a show last night. Nothing like a little publicity to try and save your job! Wow it just keeps going, Kara's sideshow brings us to Bikini girl, Bikini girl's new "assets", and Nick/Norman Gentle. Even they were able to come out of nowhere and steal the show. When the time came to finally crown the winner I had forgotten that American Idol even had a winner.

I think Kris is a great singer and very marketable, but I thought America would count him out once they realized he was married (at least the screaming girls). Either the "America Votes" reality shows are fixed, or maybe there is a new demographic voting. They aren't vocal about who they love, they quietly cast their votes from the shadows. There is perhaps one more scenario and I find this one pretty probable. Both Kris and Shawn had huge numbers from the very beginning(making them the people's choice) and the networks seeing that and decided to spin them into the "dark horse". Well however it happened, WOW quite a surprise indeed. I think it's fair to say the neither the viewers nor the winners saw it coming! In fact both Shawn and Kris had that deer in headlights look about them....priceless!

Take away this: Adam Lambert will do just fine, and now Kris will too (he needs the idol machine behind him)

So to the surprises and twists of great Reality TV season!

Cheers!

PS. I am so glad the TV season is over, I can finally have my life back....wait...what's that you say....oh So You Think You Can Dance starts tonight.....yay! My life can wait :)

To Being A Girl Damn It!

***Spoiler Alert! If you have not watched the finale do not read this blog!!***

I found myself in an absolute hysterical cry last night. The kind you have when you are a child. The can't breathe, face blotchy, loud sobbing sort of tear fest. I hate to admit it but I still tear up today just talking about last night's episode of Grey's Anatomy.

Is it because I am a girl? Can that really be it? It seems so sexist and yet I can think of no other reason. An actress myself, I have died 9 times on screen or stage. I have been poisoned, stabbed, shot, you name it. It's obviously not that I have a hard time separating reality from fiction. So then what is it?

The only answer I can come to is that I am a girl. A big sappy, sensitive, emotional, romanticist. Getting even deeper into last nights episode....I can now see that what really got me was George's storyline. Izzy yeah its sad but people die from cancer, but we have had time to prepare (and she may not be dead, an inside source says that ABC really isn't sure right now but she may be around next season) Back to George. I feel like him going to war and dying for his country would have been somehow more heroic than him throwing himself in front of a bus. Or maybe it was the girl that he saved I didn't like. Her "all about me" mentality and calling him her prince. Before I knew the vic was George I thought how sweet, and yet when it was George, when the vic had a name and that name was George, suddenly she didn't deserve him. Which led to the thought: imagine all the guys out there that smile at us and we think hit on us ladies. They were somebody's George. That is what breaks my heart. (They better not have George live and just have him played by another actor...think about it...his face is unrecognizable and McSteamy is the best plastic sugeon, in the world that is Grey's Anatomy)

The only thing I can take from all this is that if all these tears (over a damn show) are simply for no reason other than that I am a girl, how great to be a girl!

It felt so good to cry like that. I haven't cried in a long time and it felt good! Almost as good as shopping! (well, that might be a slight exageration)

If being a big sappy, sensitive, emotional, romanticist means that I cry over stupid shows then thats fine. I also get to wear pretty dresses, makeup, obsess over babies and flowers, love Disney at 27, shriek if I see a mouse or a spider, worship my daddy, marry my prince charming, and live happily ever after.

So all that being said here is to being a girl (a big sappy, sensitive, emotional, romanticist)!

Cheers!

To Music Monday

Since today is Music Monday on twitter I thought I would stay on theme!

In January of 1973 Carly Simon released the #1 hit You're So Vain and I know we all know the lyrics You're so vain you probably think this song is about you....

Well I guess I am very vain because there are so many songs that I swear are about me...or at least could/should be! :)

The latest is Brad Paisley's new song She's Everything. Now believe me I know it is about his wife Kimberly Williams Paisley (from Father of the Bride which happens to be my favorite movie) but lets examine some evidence:
1. She's a Saturn with a sunroof With her brown hair a-blowing--I have a Saturn with a sunroof and brown hair.... ah thank you.
2. She's a Saturday out on the town And a church girl on Sunday She's a cross around her neck And a cuss word 'cause its Monday-- again must be me :)
3. She's a one glass of wine And she's feeling kinda tipsy-- It's almost uncanny! Who else could it be, I mean really?
4. She's the giver I wish I could be And the stealer of the covers-- I totally give and steal!

See I told you! You must be totally convinced by now! If not listen here (think of me while you do haha!)



Okay haha! I know we all do this. It's why we favor some songs over others. Just can't get enough of me you say....well okay here is another song you can listen to and think of me:

Love Song Sara Bareilles (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MR5xv3pt7KI)

I actually have songs for other people/relationships too, and while I won't go into the personal details I have very distinct memories attached to the following songs:

Don't Stop Believin - Journey (this one is for Ben)
With a Little Help From My Friends - Beatles (my CCM boys and James)
Crazy - Gnarles Barkley (my girl Vieve)
Promiscuos - Nelly Furtado (Vieve and Rachie Summer 2007)
Everytime We Touch - Cascada (ahahaha ridiculous song for a ridiculous ex)
These Days - Rascal Flats (this is the song that reminds me of you airplane boy)

and perhaps my favorite

Butterfly Kisses - Bob Carlisle (for my daddy of course) 

So here is to the power of a song and #MusicMonday! And now I need a drink! Cheers!