a silly little life

The red carpet--any red carpet is one of my favorite pastimes.  I love fashion, which is probably a big part of it.  So it's only natural that I have E!'s "Fashion Police" set to record every new episode.  Admittedly, Joan Rivers makes me crazy, I don't know what qualifications Giuliana Rancic or Kelly Osbourne have, but I do love George Kotsiopoulos.  Sometimes the jokes go a bit too far, almost as if the panel are bullies.  During awards season, Kelly Osbourne in particular constantly says, "If you had seen this dress in person…"  Well Kel, we DIDN'T, and we get it, you were there. It's so interesting how easy it is to judge people without even knowing them.  These 4 are ruthless, and the Oscars are no exception.  They generally favor Angelina Jolie and Jennifer Lopez, but this year Angelina Jolie won Joan's Worst Dressed award because her poses were obnoxious (which really were; her leg out through the slit of her dress).  Oddly, George

Regret is not something anyone should ever waste any time on.  It's done.  It happened.  Sometimes I worry that I don't regret--someone once said in response, "you're a better person than me."  Considering who said it, I am inclined to agree with him.  Trust me, you would too.  So, this post title is exactly how I feel about what could have been.  Moving forward is much trickier if you're walking backwards. Perfect example: a few months ago, I was with a group of girls, and one, Elizabeth, asked another, Carrie, about her job.  But I answered for Carrie!  And, I couldn't stop, which made it worse.  But at that moment, I don't think I knew any better or realized what I was doing.  Elizabeth kept asking questions and I kept answering.  To my credit, I did know something about Carrie's job and what was being asked, but not nearly enough to keep flapping my gums. Maybe I'm being hard on myself, but I would have wanted to slap me.  It's annoy

Everyone looks better with a tan.  Whenever I glance at my arms I can't help but think, "ugh, I am so pasty!"  My legs are even worse.  While the best tan is the one you can get on vacation at the beach, any color will really do.  For example, Kristen Stewart--a beautiful girl, and quite pale.  But there's a shot in "Breaking Dawn" where she has clearly had some fun in the sun.  After seeing her like that, it's hard to appreciate the pasty white color she usually rocks.  I mean, look: Doesn't she look happy, relaxed and TAN? That's probably the worst photo to explain my point, but that's the scene for those who are paying attention.  No, I am not some crazy Twi-hard.  The same goes for Nicole Kidman:  Don't think this really classifies as "tan," but there's some flush in her face. Don't misunderstand, alabaster skin is beautiful, and Nicole K. can definitely pull it off.  I can appreciate a nice ghost look, especial

I found this suggestion to mix Palmer's Cocoa Butter and MAC body/face foundation, 2 shades darker than my skin tone, for a kind of self-tanner.  I dragged my happy ass to MAC to run in and out--I knew what I wanted, right?  So, how is it that the girl who helped me talked me out of what I wanted.  Instead of 2 shades darker, I got the one that is close to my skin tone now (practically pale blue), which defeats the purpose of getting some color on my legs. How did I go from knowing exactly what I was looking for to leaving with something I didn't want????  Here's how: her tone and her questions.  Granted, no one is responsible for how I feel because I am responsible for myself, but I felt stupid.  She went on and on about how she wouldn't use the cocoa butter, and she uses yada, yada.  So I bought yada, yada, and if one "yada" isn't cheap, the other definitely isn't! The article mentioned it would take just 3 minutes to dry--she starts telling me

I have just very recently lost my job.  Worse than being broke, I really liked my job, so it still stings.  People suggest I write a book---haha.  I can barely get through one of these blog suckers, so how am I supposed to fill up a whole book???? I do have a lot to say, which is why I finally did this.  I'm not sure all that many people could be very interested, or that I can even deliver a good story, but I'd like to try. For instance, I was just sitting here, waiting for a job offer to just show up (after the millions of applications I have submitted) and I can't help but be terribly irritated with television commercials.  Geico, for one.  Jesus, they have an identity crisis.  What's with the pig screaming about adrenaline??  I thought they had a lizard or something.  Jennifer Hudson--please, please, PLEASE stop telling me that I am you and you are me: that is just not true.  If I had lost all the weight you have, I would wear much, much better clothes.  And, I h

Forgive me, I'm a bit nervous---this is my very first blog post.  If I've already lost your interest, then I'm probably screwed.  I think I set this up so visitors could leave messages or thoughts…please feel free to demolish my soul.  Or pass on to your friends!  You know, whatever. A million times a day I think of things I would post on a blog.  Something funny I observe while driving, experiencing something utterly unbelievable, or worse, my take on current events!  Like I said, no one asked, but you seem to be getting my opinion anyway. Just a quick background: I'm 30, single and someone dear to me once summed up my life so perfectly that I have made it my legacy: *I have quite a silly little existence.  It's meant with nothing but love and admiration.  It's hysterical, and true, because I AM the chick who has lost her Social Security card 3 times; the girl who says the perfectly wrong thing; and who takes her dad's VIP clients (from CHINA) to the wr