Back in August I started seeing an esthetician for my face. She gives medical grade facials which include a glycolic peel which stings for about 10 minutes. It's supposed to basically resurface my face, and leave me with new, baby soft skin and new skin cells that I can go out into the world with for 6 weeks and damage all over again. I like going. It's my Happy Hour. I like to make her laugh with inappropriate jokes and absurd things. Gossip. It's perfect.
Back in October, right after my birthday though, she put her glasses on, got real close and was like "Kerry, are you tanning your face?".....I meekly answered no...but she obviously knew I was fibbing. It's like when you go to the dentist and they ask if you floss every day and you say pretty much...but really what you mean is I've been flossing every day since 5 days ago, knowing you were going ask me that! So anyway, I guess my face started becoming discolored....so she asked me (read:demanded) I stop. So, I did. And each week tanning became less of a concern for me....but then, I noticed I was wearing twice as much makeup to makeup for my less than summer glow. When I went back to see her right before Christmas she was very please, and said my face isn't splotchy or discolored anymore, but I told her my concern...more makeup! Alan likes me makeup less, but lets be honest, going out at night without makeup on, unless you are a Victoria Secret model can make you look A. Lazy and frumpy or B. like you've given up. Although you could put a C in there and just be super confident that you look amazing with 0 makeup on. All those things I am/have not. So, with hesitation, but also with determination to not want to tan in a tanning bed ever again...I went out and bought some Jergens Healthy Complexion self tanner! I friggin love it. It makes my skin soft, it makes me look like I have a glow, and the best part, is I don't have to wear as much makeup anymore!
I also, totally bought it cause in 2 days I'm going to Vegas.......YAY!
Monday, December 26, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Christmas
It's Christmas Day. And I just finished an 11 hour work shift. Please, everyone contain your jealousy. I always know in January which Holidays I can plan to not look forward to. This year, my holiday was Christmas, next year, it'll be New Years Day...and so it goes. My family knows to, and I appreciate my job for this, because I don't have to even think about it much past January 5th. However, back around the middle of November, my dad asked me if there is anything I would like for Christmas. I gave it a good stir around the old noggin and came up with nothing. Nothing I absolutely needed. Plus, my brother is having a baby, I thought just use the money you'd spend on me, and put it towards a gift for them. Honestly, what I really wanted, was to be able to go home for Christmas. <sigh> When my step-mom asked me again on Thanksgiving, I caved...."I want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle"...no I didn't really ask for that, but I did ask for about a handful of things, things that I can live without, but would still appreciate nontheless.  |
| Headed to Chico...specks on Peck |
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| me and my Baby Brother, doesn't he look just like our Dad |
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| me and my Dad |
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| funny faces |
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| sweet TyTy |
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| fun in the sun... |
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| Alan getting his awesome Wine Packin' Kit |
I found out Sandy was coming to California 4 days before Christmas, and really, that's when I really hated that I had to work on Christmas. So, Alan, being the sport he is, suggested a quick 24 hour trip to Chico, to visit my BFF and to see my father, my brother and his fiance's growing baby bump. Going up I-5 has got to be the most boring way to travel to Chico. But I suppose it's the fastest. When we got to Chico, Ruby in tow, we met Sandy and her brood for lunch at La Comida, cause as pretty much the cheapest Mexican Food place in town it's my most favorite. After that I suggested we visit Capre Acres, and watch the kids run around, push their way to the slide, and cry if they didn't get high enough on the swing. Fine, that was me, but whatever. It really was though. I slid down slides, crawled through crawl spaces, played on the teeter totter. I think there are only signs in the park that say kids up to 12 only, so that parents can point at the sign and have a reason not to play with their children. It's sad, really. Mothers get so mad at their kids....way to go champ, you just won worst mother of the year award. The weather was cold and I was cold, and it was getting dark and I was getting angry watching all the adults ignore their kids.
We said our goodbyes. Time is never our friends when we want to visit longer. I miss her, I miss her kids. But, I'm so glad I got to see them.
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| Me and Sandra D. Still friends after 18 1/2 years |
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| My Dad and Jan's vintage decorated Christmas tree. |
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| My Dad looking at 2012 Calendar I made |
Merry Christmas, friends. Goodnight.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Ruby
Our tiny little fury family has grown from 3, to 4. I've expressed to friends and to Alan that I really would love to have a small dog. I hike so much, I run the block on warmer nights, my routine is pretty down to a science, and I am ready to be a dog owner again. I had 2 great dogs in my marriage years ago. We had found a full bred Queensland Heeler walking lonely and cold, who was actually pregnant with 8 (full bred puppies). When posters, newspaper ads, and even a trip to the pound all were answered in silence, two weeks later, she delivered 8 healthy babies, and 8 weeks after that, we sent them off to good homes, but kept 1, Mikey.
I loved those dogs, but in our long, drawn out, hasty decision "who's keeping what" moments, he claimed the dogs, and Jagger the cat. I was living back at home for 3 months, so it was ideal, till I moved to Napa, and then he suggested I take Mikey....I pondered the thought, but wrote it off. There are days I regret that decision...he was after all, my dog, I named him Mikey after the baby from 'Look Who's Talking' ( I was 17) I found out over Thanksgiving weekend that Girl (the mama dog) had been put down, she was 14 after all, and Jagger our gypsy cat, had been hit by a car. I'd like to not blame him for that...but I do. Poor Jagger...I miss Mikey.
I started remembering how much I love the companionship of a dog. How much they love you even at your worst, how excited they get to see you come home. How they learn hand gestures and words, and know when you are sad, and comfort you. I still love Scout so much, but sometimes he is in his own world--he is a cat, afterall. I started researching rescues. Some of them are crazy about adopting...it would almost seem you are adopting a child from another country. They can drop in on you, make house visits...they want to know where the dog will be when I'm at work...I guess I understand a little, but it's an animal, and rescues are expensive...in my logical mind I'm thinking...I'm going to be good to this animal, but I guess there are some losers out there that aren't. At any rate, one night I was just so sure I was ready for a dog...I stayed up late reading, and reading....and the next day Alan and I went to the local shelter in Napa. I mostly wanted to review their procedure...but there she was, prancing around like a miniature horse. "Pebbles"....they suggested I walk her, so we did...
I was ready to take her home that instant, but we have to be approved, and we have to get the go ahead by the Property Manager. So, we left. I hated leaving her there, and now that I know her, it makes me even more sad....the consensus after texting my circle of friends was she was perfect, but the not good decision maker in me really battled with myself for the next 24 hours. Having a dog is what I wanted, but what if it all of a sudden became a decision I kicked myself for later?!? Alan really had the last say, and he really thought she was great, so we just had to wait...wait for the shelter to give the okay. And they did! I paid the fee, filled out her information, and off the 3 of us went. She took to us right away, we had friends over that night for ELF and pizza, and she just is so social. We got so lucky. She's trained well, doesn't bark, loves Alan, wants to play with Scout--she's amazing. And, I'm sure I'll have plenty of stories about her along the way.
Everyone, meet Ruby!
I loved those dogs, but in our long, drawn out, hasty decision "who's keeping what" moments, he claimed the dogs, and Jagger the cat. I was living back at home for 3 months, so it was ideal, till I moved to Napa, and then he suggested I take Mikey....I pondered the thought, but wrote it off. There are days I regret that decision...he was after all, my dog, I named him Mikey after the baby from 'Look Who's Talking' ( I was 17) I found out over Thanksgiving weekend that Girl (the mama dog) had been put down, she was 14 after all, and Jagger our gypsy cat, had been hit by a car. I'd like to not blame him for that...but I do. Poor Jagger...I miss Mikey.
I started remembering how much I love the companionship of a dog. How much they love you even at your worst, how excited they get to see you come home. How they learn hand gestures and words, and know when you are sad, and comfort you. I still love Scout so much, but sometimes he is in his own world--he is a cat, afterall. I started researching rescues. Some of them are crazy about adopting...it would almost seem you are adopting a child from another country. They can drop in on you, make house visits...they want to know where the dog will be when I'm at work...I guess I understand a little, but it's an animal, and rescues are expensive...in my logical mind I'm thinking...I'm going to be good to this animal, but I guess there are some losers out there that aren't. At any rate, one night I was just so sure I was ready for a dog...I stayed up late reading, and reading....and the next day Alan and I went to the local shelter in Napa. I mostly wanted to review their procedure...but there she was, prancing around like a miniature horse. "Pebbles"....they suggested I walk her, so we did...
I was ready to take her home that instant, but we have to be approved, and we have to get the go ahead by the Property Manager. So, we left. I hated leaving her there, and now that I know her, it makes me even more sad....the consensus after texting my circle of friends was she was perfect, but the not good decision maker in me really battled with myself for the next 24 hours. Having a dog is what I wanted, but what if it all of a sudden became a decision I kicked myself for later?!? Alan really had the last say, and he really thought she was great, so we just had to wait...wait for the shelter to give the okay. And they did! I paid the fee, filled out her information, and off the 3 of us went. She took to us right away, we had friends over that night for ELF and pizza, and she just is so social. We got so lucky. She's trained well, doesn't bark, loves Alan, wants to play with Scout--she's amazing. And, I'm sure I'll have plenty of stories about her along the way.
Everyone, meet Ruby!
Thursday, December 15, 2011
New Beginnings
I took a hiatus from blogging....5 months almost to the day. I kept trying to come back, kept thinking of what it is I want my blog to be about, focus on...blah, blah. But maybe it's really not a focused blog. And that's okay.
I started blogging over 2 years ago, at that time, it was a place for me to go, to get what I was feeling out of me, and it helped....A LOT. I found myself being a lot more open, and really figuring out who it is I am. It helped me so much, writing, and reading other peoples blogs, realizing that deep down we all have struggles, and maybe aren't so put together like originally thought....
But, then I started blogging, and writing, for all the wrong reasons, I started blogging about people that should have no place in my life, about events that held no relevance to me...about hurtful things although, it still helped. Cause honestly, I just can't bottle everything inside, and it feels good to let everything out, as raw as it may have been/was/still is....and I won't apologize for it. But, I want my writings to be centered around most of the good I have in my life, that sometimes go unnoticed. I can't promise that on somedays I may not go off on a rant....I'm human, and a female with a full time job, a preceptorship and bills......the deck is stacked against me. If you want to read about where I was in my life for 2 years...you can go here: www.always-kp.blogspot.com
In the meantime, I'd like to start over, from where I am today...literally. The countdown to my 30th, the start of a new career...everything is changing, and I couldn't be more glad. Cheers.
I started blogging over 2 years ago, at that time, it was a place for me to go, to get what I was feeling out of me, and it helped....A LOT. I found myself being a lot more open, and really figuring out who it is I am. It helped me so much, writing, and reading other peoples blogs, realizing that deep down we all have struggles, and maybe aren't so put together like originally thought....
But, then I started blogging, and writing, for all the wrong reasons, I started blogging about people that should have no place in my life, about events that held no relevance to me...about hurtful things although, it still helped. Cause honestly, I just can't bottle everything inside, and it feels good to let everything out, as raw as it may have been/was/still is....and I won't apologize for it. But, I want my writings to be centered around most of the good I have in my life, that sometimes go unnoticed. I can't promise that on somedays I may not go off on a rant....I'm human, and a female with a full time job, a preceptorship and bills......the deck is stacked against me. If you want to read about where I was in my life for 2 years...you can go here: www.always-kp.blogspot.com
In the meantime, I'd like to start over, from where I am today...literally. The countdown to my 30th, the start of a new career...everything is changing, and I couldn't be more glad. Cheers.
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