33!

I am wearing a LOT of pink today. And my whichgoose flower headband. And a necklace from Darling Girl. And my Alienskin Hippie Hoodie, and my Zombie Audrey shirt. And PINK – lots of pink. And a lovely new ring from Greg, that I actually got early, because I decided not to wait until today, and it’s so lovely, and I’m happy to have a kind of replacement for last year’s birthday ring (that the stone got knocked out of, and then the ring itself got stolen, boo; I know it’s just “stuff,” but I was kind of sad, sentimental value and all that; plus I’m a total magpie and love shinies!). Anyway, so Greg gave it to me early, and I just sat, grinning like a total loon (actually, possibly even *gurning* over it, I was that dopey), and saying, “Look at that shit! Look at that fucking shit!” over and over and over and over and over and over, for about…thirty minutes? MY FUCKING FACE HURT from smiling at the ring. I had to take a break from looking at it, and calm myself down, it was ridiculous. I do so love shinies, though.

Anyway, today is like: I’m not trying for a cohesive look, I’m just wearing what I want to. Which 1-isn’t that clashy, actually, and 2-isn’t that different from most days, but I’m happy, so yay.

Here is my loverly ring, and my new favorite pretty fucking bright pink nail polish. (Which is Nox Twilight’s Crush. One coat was damn good, and I could’ve stopped there – but I didn’t. Also, the finish is intriguing. It’s like, semi-semi-matte. Sometimes looking a bit rubbery. I don’t know. But I love it.)

FOTD: I WAS LAZY (11/06/12)

I mean, I WAS. It didn’t even have anything to do with Election Day – I voted early, and wasn’t even thinking about it when I did my makeup that morning. :( Or I’d have done something loud. Ah well. Also, I don’t know if the Prestige liner migrated, or the Wet n Wild mascara ran, but something leaked under my eyes. Normally, I’m a big fan of raccoon eyes/slept-in makeup, but this is a bit extreme even for me. I wasn’t too chuffed about it. And when I tried to wipe it off, it would just smear around my face even more. Like, HOW YOU GONNA *NOT* STAY IN ONE PLACE ON MY WATERLINE, BUT THEN AS SOON AS I TRY TO REMOVE YOU YOU PRETEND TO BE PERMANENT?!? Not cool, jerkface.

I went to Mitch’s Bar and Grille on 9th Street to watch the election returns with some friends. That was actually lots of fun. Good food, excellent company, AND Laura finally explained the electoral college in a way that sticks in my head (honestly, I don’t know why it wouldn’t stick before, but at least it does now). We talked shit, told jokes, chatted, and also talked about some serious stuff, like the colonization of Hawai’i :( , how different voting systems operate and their pros and cons, why income tax cuts actually WON’T encourage job creators/business owners to create more jobs, the merits of cinnamon sugar for sweet potato tots vs. putting ketchup on them. It was a blast, and Mitch’s is great, and I hadn’t been there before, so yay! On the way home, I turned the radio on to the Beeb, and heard them call Ohio for Obama, and made the most ear-splitting sounds I’ve ever produced in my life. And then was so overwhelmed with happiness and joy and relief (not just because of the election results, largely also because I’d so enjoyed hanging out with Greg and friends, and just been hit with a heavy spontaneous dose of gratitude at how much I love my life and am grateful) – ANYWAY, I was so *literally* overwhelmed with happiness that I couldn’t process all the feelings, or the sheer overwhelming amount of feeling, and had a full-on panic attack. That was…well, it wasn’t fun, but it was kind of funny. I told Greg, “I’m feeling too many feelings! That’s what this is!” And also whined, “But I’m HAPPY! Whyyyyyyyyyy?!?!?!” Oh, anxiety, you’re a trip.

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Unfortunately, while I *did* take pictures of the final look, I forgot to save them to my computer. Derp. So I’ll be recreating the look soon, to take pictures and slap them up here.

Just not tonight, still getting over being in a wreck yesterday that most likely totaled the Hybrid. It’s a bummer, dude, a real bummer. But everyone was okay, no one was seriously injured. If the timing had been off a bit, the other car would’ve slammed into Greg’s side, and seriously hurt and/or killed him. After impact, we ricocheted and slammed into a planter set up around a parking deck in downtown Durham – there was a ninety-degree corner on the planter coming straight at me. I still am not sure whether it was luck that we didn’t crash into it, or if I managed to steer towards the right so we hit the planter *not* on that corner. If we’d hit the corner…All I could think at the time, because the corner was right in line for me, and the brakes had locked up and we had so much momentum from the crash – not that we were going that fast, but the other car was, and the impact was pretty crazy – all I could think was the corner was coming straight for me, would rip through the front of the car, and kill me. It was scary as hell. I am thanking EVERY SINGLE ONE of our lucky stars, and counting ALL our blessings right now, and trying not to think at all about the could-have-beens, because then I get all teary-eyed. We’re okay – just bruised, contused, muscle spasmed, sprained, but okay. We’ve got a rental car lined up starting tomorrow morning, so we can get to work and still be able to pays bill and shit, and that’s great. And the other driver was gracious and honest enough to admit upfront from the get-go that she ran a red light and it was her fault, so…props to her, and dealing with insurance seems like it’ll be easier than the last time another driver totaled our car. (Fingers still crossed, just to be on the safe side. Last time, another driver ran a red light, totaled our Grand Am, and immediately apologized and admitted it was her fault – until the cop showed up, and then she claimed she had a green light. I was SO INFURIATED by her lying, even though I kind of understand why she did it. Thank all the lucky stars that the cop stayed there an hour after we left, watching the traffic lights, to conclude that there’s no way the accident could’ve happened the way it did *without* the other driver actually running a red light. That was also a pain in the ass to deal with, but…hopefully this time will be easier. Just paperwork and formalities and reimbursements. And crossed fingers. And no heavy lifting, because my chest is kind of fucked right now. Because we were wearing seat belts – and THANK GOODNESS FOR SEATBELTS! I will absolutely take bruises, contusions, sprains, and muscle spasms over flying through a windshield and knocking my brains out on that planter. WEAR YOUR SEAT BELTS, Y’ALL!)

Wanh, wanh, wanh. I’m not here to whine to y’all. I’m here to share a tute I (finally!) filmed and edited for the Makeup Heroes. This can be seen as “part one” in recreating a look from a promo/editorial image. I used the products specifically mentioned, which are higher-end, to see what it looked like on my skin tone. Then I filmed another version (to be edited, coming shortly) with lower-end products (the cheap version!) to recreate the higher-end look. And I’ll most likely, since neither version was as faithful to the original image as I’d hoped (they’re both beautiful looks, but not quite what I was hoping to achieve), fiddle around with makeup until I find the exact right combo, and film that tute. So there you go. Three in one. Here’s the first. I’ll update this post to add pictures when I have them.

Hope you enjoy! If so, please check out the other Heroes’ vids, and be sure to subscribe!

And take a moment to count your blessings, and hug your loved ones for me, okay? xoxo, k

Leonie is a very wise woman

You should all go read this letter, follow her blog, twitter, join her Goddess Circle, do her programs, etc. But just in case that feels like a lot, here’s a snippet from the article that really resonated with me, and I think is important to get out, because we *don’t* talk about this enough:

“We don’t talk about this enough, you know.
Of what it takes to form a marriage with someone. Of the grief and the necessity of transferring your loyalty from your family of origin to your husband and children.
And yet it is so essential: this is how the human species continues to grow… by branches of the family tree falling, digging deep into the earth, sending their own roots down and bearing forth their own new tree.
I’m talking about this because it is terrifying to be so vulnerable and honest and yet I must.
*
So many parts of my life have been wiped slate-clean.
My husband, my daughter, my soul and my work are the most important things that remain.” -Leonie

Marriage – any serious relationship, really (and probably the less serious ones also, AND the asexual ones, like friendship!) – is a lot of work. It just is. But when it’s right, when it’s working, when it fills you with joy – it is a lot of work, but it doesn’t *feel* like a lot of work. It’s just what you do, to nourish that relationship, and it doesn’t even have to be a big complicated thing. It can be as simple as you make it. (As my therapist likes to remind me when we’re discussing the work I need to do on myself, and how scared I am because I think it’ll be “difficult” and “hard work” – and you know what? Turns out she’s right. Sometimes I *do* need to do the hard work, to force myself to let go of old patterns and fears and baggage. But sometimes, it’s as easy as walking in her door, sitting on the couch, saying what I’m tired of dealing with or what old patterns need to go – and then deciding not to do it anymore, turning it off, explaining to myself, on a deep level, why what I’ve thought was working, or have tricked myself into thinking was working, actually wasn’t. And – poof! – that easy: bye-bye old baggage!)

But go read Leonie’s article! It’s pretty much amazeballs, as is as her glorious writing, and so…open and honest and brave and beautiful. But she also talks about the importance of support, which is a theme that’s been reappearing in my life, in my friends’ lives, regularly, for a couple months now. So, for me, and for yourself, take a couple moments to REALLY think about your support networks. I’m mainly referring to your mental/emotional well-being support networks – but you could also think about your physical health, your spiritual journey, your financial supports, tons of other stuff. Just take a couple moments, and check in with yourself, and go over your support networks – because they are CRUCIAL. You NEED to have them, they NEED to be as big and wide as you can make them and are comfortable doing*, and you NEED to have them established and in place BEFORE the crisis hits. Let go of the false, unhelpful idea of controlling things that you can’t actually control, let go of the idea that you’re some sort of magical exception to “no man is an island,” and, yeah, sometimes? Let go of the idea that you *have* to, and *should*, do every single thing all by yourself. Yeah, being as self-reliant and self-caring as you can be is awesome – but you don’t have to be superhuman about it, and 100% self-reliant. That’s not healthy, and it’s kind of, in my opinion, not the point of life. (I mean, not just in my opinion, if you want to get into reproduction and survival of the species, but I’m thinking, I guess, a bit more existentially here.) We’re meant to interact with each other, and care for each other. (But we can also care for others better and more easily when we’re taking the best care of ourselves.)

*Don’t put all your eggs in one basket, right? If your support network is (like mine was not too long ago) just one person (hi, honey! and thank you! smooches!) – BULLSHIT. First of all, that is a RIDICULOUSLY UNFAIR burden to put on them. Your aim should be to be able to support yourself, and handle all your self-care needs. (Or at least know what they are and be responsible for getting them filled, even if, say, one of those needs is acupuncture – CLEARLY I can’t perform acupuncture on myself, so I do see my acupuncturist. She performs the actual acupuncture, but *I’m* responsible for knowing when I need it, for self-care, and making sure I’m scheduling appointments as I need them.) Ultimately, each of us is responsible for our own health and happiness – and we HAVE TO BE responsible for our own health and happiness. We have to be able to love ourselves, and take care of ourselves, and be happy from within, and be WHOLE. If we’re not complete on our own, our relationships with others won’t be able to flower completely, they’ll be hampered by our own lack of completeness. I think, especially in romantic relationships, that the ideal is to find someone who complements you. You don’t need anyone to *complete* you, because you’re already complete. You want someone who complements you, and then you’re both complete on your own, as individuals, but also the sum is even greater than the parts (which, since you’re already complete individuals, are pretty dang great, too). But back to your support network and not putting all your eggs in one basket. So, the goal is to empower yourself, to make yourself as happy and complete as you can from within, to be responsible for your own health and happiness. But sometimes that’s not going to be easy, or even doable – and that’s why you need a support network. Once in a while, you’re going to need to lean on others. (The aim should be to reduce that need, those occasions, as much as possible – but don’t “should” on yourself, or feel guilty if you need help – there’s no shame in asking for help. That’s an empowered decision: you, fully complete, aware of your strengths and weaknesses and needs and health and happiness, realize that you can’t do something all by yourself, and you ask for help. That is empowered! YOU are doing what’s necessary to take care of yourself. If you can’t change your car’s oil, and it needs an oil change – are you going to guilt-trip yourself over it? Or are you going to take it to a mechanic, and not think less of yourself for having to do so? If you have a nasty bacterial infection and it’s just getting worse and worse – are you going to feel ashamed that you can’t just wish it away? Or are you going to go to the doctor and get help, usually in the form of antibiotics? If you go to the doctor, are you going to feel like you failed as a human being because you had to go to the doctor and get antibiotics? Bit silly, isn’t it: guilt-tripping yourself over asking for help when you actually need it.) BUT – a support network of one person? That’s a HUGE burden to put on someone else, especially for protracted amounts of time, and especially considering that, by my model/assumptions/ideals, *they* are also busy with the work of self-care, and possibly being part of other support networks. So you spread it out, put more people in your network.

Second of all, if your support network is one person, or a very few people (say, my husband, my therapist, my doctor, and that’s it) – what happens when they’re all busy with their own shit, or can’t fit you in for an appointment, or even (hi again, honey!) have been supporting you for a while and could REALLY use a break? Supporting others is AWESOME! It is, I love it. I adore being able to help my friends, and even complete strangers. But it can be taxing work, grueling, exhausting, even. It takes a toll. You NEED a biggish, varied support network, so that people can switch out, and get breaks. And then they’re more refreshed and healthy, and can be a better support if you need one.

So no putting all your eggs in one basket, k? Also, on the “as you’re comfortable doing” note: don’t coddle yourself too much, or allow yourself to weasel out of establishing this important web of support. I’ve done that, an embarrassing amount of times, and it has ALWAYS bitten me in the ass, and fairly soon, rather than later. You don’t have to choose to be totally open and tell the whole world your business (like I do – but it does keep things simple alot of the time ;) ), but don’t let your discomfort convince you that you don’t need a support network, or that you can make it smaller than you actually need. That’s bullshit – and it’s also your…ego/shadow self/inner demons/baggage/whatever-you-want-to-call-it-but-you-see-what-I’m-getting-at pulling the wool over your eyes, rationalizing shit, making excuses, lying to you – all just to set you up for a bigger fall, and more hurt, later. Don’t let that shit win – it just wants to rile you up and get you to hurt yourself because it thinks you don’t deserve better. Yeah, it’s a part of you, but it’s not a part that tells the whole truth, or even any truth sometimes. Sometimes, it tells the truth, but only focuses on negative stuff, and then horribly exaggerates them. Sometimes, it just tells you a bunch of utter, utter bullshit, that’s not even true, but since it’s coming from inside yourself, it’s easy to feel like it is true. Fuck. That. Noise.

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The top of my bedside bookshelf – loooooove candles and statues, obvs. Especially my Shishi.

Two pictures of Skeeter snuggling with his FAVORITE PERSON EVER: Greg. In one of these, he is actually curled up *under the covers* with Greg. I am jealous, I’ll admit it. That little punk rarely lets me snuggle him. But then Greg sleeps like a log, and I toss and turn all night, so. Also, Greg is like a human furnace, and Skeeter likes to be extra warm. Whatever. :P

MUH: Boyfriend tag (husband, in this case)

Convinced Greg to do my makeup. He is right-handed, so I got to sit on the left, and discovered after filming that profile is decidedly not a flattering angle for me – at least not when I’m sitting on the couch and slouching over. But fuck it, it’s reality: I have that oddly hooked nose (Graeco-Roman? I believe I read somewhere, on a treatise about noses, of all things, that it was one or the other, but I can’t remember which now. And whatever “noble line” my nose is supposed to have, I’m not really a fan of its shape. It gets the job done, though, so no real complaints.); I have a wattle; and I have that weird top vertebra hump from years and years of slouching and poor posture (and probably also genetics, since my mom and her mom had it, too – but poor posture ain’t helping). BUT FUCK IT. It is who I am (as well as that magnificent rack, if I do say so myself, and I do), and I got Greg to put makeup on me, and it’s funny. So, for your viewing enjoyment:

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So, yeah, my life is pretty hilarious

This just happened over IM:

grogthecaveman:

Kathy: shit
and it’s cheap enough to be a monthly little-something
-.-
do you want it?

grogthecaveman: umm… i just ordered one

Kathy: you’ll have to —
bwahahhaahhahahaha

Apparently, he got it for yard-cleaning. Bushwhacking. I made him promise not to wind up too hard and take his own legs out on the follow-through. Crazy.
(This year I decided I’d get him a “little something” every month, instead of just on “regular” gift-giving occasions. Just a little something to spoil my hubbin – like the first thing was a Samsung a777, because his phone’s screen died, and he’d been using a friend’s old Blackberry and it was dumb, so, now he has a phone that works and isn’t dumb, so yay. Except that while looking for that phone, I discovered that Amazon has HELLA DISCOUNTED blingy rings, y’all. FUCKITY FUCK. So OF COURSE I had to buy myself a ridiculous expensive ring with a cushion-cut green topaz and like…I don’t even know. SHINIES. It has SHINIES, okay? And it was marked down from like $149 to $25. How am I supposed to resist that? Please explain this to me. So, yeah, my wishlist on Amazon for rings/jewelry is about to get INSANE. On the other hand, for a ring that, as far as I know, only has semi-precious stuff on it – how is it that expensive in the first place? Like, how is that normal retail price? It’s hella cute, though. But not cuter than the shiny Greg gave me, which is 1-my birthstone and 2-princess cut, which is awesome and DUH because I am a princess. No, I’m not too old to act like this and be obsessed with shinies; you shut up. :P )

32!

Happy birthday to me! We kind of did most of the celebrating over the weekend, and I don’t really like to party hard, so it was more…gentle celebrating:
-Thursday: Greg presented me with my present early: a beautiful SHINY! (I am a total magpie and loooooooove “shinies.”) Unfortunately, it was two sizes too big, so he whipped out some calipers (I don’t even know why he has them, but they are handy), we measured, and he sent it back for the right size.
-Friday night: Indian food; getting D&D minis from SciFi Genre; having a birthday cake shot (with vanilla vodka instead of lemon – infinitely better!) at home; watching It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia and laughing so hard; going to sleep at a decent-ish time
-Saturday: sleeping in, while Greg made chili for dinner, and a Coca-Cola cake for me for my birthday, since I’d asked*; shooting a Disney Villains tute (Madam Mim!) for the Makeup Heroes; playing a 30-second game of Werewolf, the card game (total noob moderator, c’est moi!); playing D&D til midnight, with two or three birthday cake shots throughout the evening; going to bed very happy
-Sunday: sleeping in; making up some time at work (only 3.5 hours, it was good); another birthday cake shot; editing the Madam Mim tute
-today (my actual birthday): going to work; getting my SHINY in the right size! (yay it came in time!); having pizza for dinner; going to Jay and Lara’s to watch the Tim & Eric Chrimbus Special – where I had another birthday cake shot, and Jay & Lara gave me Milano cookies, and Paul & Joey brought cupcakes, and it was totally sweet, and I got to lay on the floor and snuggle with dogs (Jonah & Algebra – and Jonah TOTALLY let me hug her and spoon her and get all up in her grille without getting grumpy, because she loooooooves me, and I looooooove her).

*I used to have Coca-Cola cake *every single birthday* when I was growing up. It was my favorite. I haven’t had it in ages, so I dug the recipe out and asked Greg if he’d make it for me – and holy shit, BEST EVER!!!! He used a different icing recipe that I’d never had before, and it’s the BEST! (Basically, sugar, margarine, walnuts, and marshmallows. UNF, so good. Far superior to just chocolate icing. Yeah, I said it.)

And MY SHINY! I can’t stop looking at it! I love it so much! Greg has really got my number: shiny things; silver over gold EVERY TIME (ick, do not like gold jewelry on me); detailed bands; semi-precious stones over precious ones every time. I just think diamonds are gross – “conflict” or otherwise. (Because really, “conflict”? Isn’t that a bit understating and insulting to the people who are utterly debased and exploited and abused to get those diamonds?) Plus, diamonds don’t sparkle enough for me. I like the uber-sparkly stuff, which is RHINESTONES! And SEMI-PRECIOUS stuff! And I’m also WAY into crystals and stuff these days, and woowoo hippy stuff like astrology – so he got me my birthstone! LOVE IT TO PIECES! Sorry I’m being all obnoxiously braggy, y’all, but hot damn, I fucking love this ring, and can’t stop fawning over it. (Plus? TOTALLY under $50. How awesome is that shit? I was like, “I LOVE IT!…but you totally went over the limit, didn’t you?” (We set a limit on gifts because otherwise we’d both go crazy spoiling each other, and that’s just unnecessary.) And when he promised it wasn’t even that close to $50, I was like, “FOR REAL?!……You may have just created a monster. Yo wife may expect cheap, glorious shinies like this more often now. Ahem. At least at gift-appropriate times.” Fuck I love shinies. If I were a D&D character, I would TOTALLY be a fastbadger. Shinies!)

THIS? TOTALLY my kind of partying. And for those of you playing along at home, that’s a total of about ten shots worth of alcohol. (Because it’s 1:1 Frangelico to vanilla vodka, and Greg kept mixing it in one glass and handing it to me, rather than splitting it with me.) That’s more alcohol than I’ve had, um, for the previous two years, no lie. I do NOT drink. But it was my birthday, and birthday cake shots are pretty delicious. Although I’m kind of over them now, and ready to get back on that “drink a shit ton of water and pee all the time” train. Drinking alcohol on the regular – even small amounts – makes me feel dried out, especially the skin on my face, blecch. And we all know that I’m only getting vainer and vainer and more concerned about “showing my age” now that I’m 32. (I know, I know: it’s utter bullshit. The feminist in me is like, “Fuck this shit.” But my inner peacock is like, “What? It’s just a little cleanser, a little toner, a little moisturizer……What’s that? You think this is age-defying serum? Noooooo. None of that around here…..No, no need to check that shelf….What’s that over there? Is that the newest issue of The Nation?! (whew, she took the bait)”. :) )

UGH. This birthday has been the most epic yet!!! Which is AWESOME – don’t get me wrong. However. Next year? Get this: I will turn 33 (significant-ish number, also symmetrical), and the date will be 12/12/12 (totes symmetrical and significant, and also double our anniversary, 6/6/06). So I already feel like I need to do something SUPER SPECIAL for next year. But this year’s was so PERFECT, I just don’t even know. UGH. So, feeling a little pressure there, ngl. But no real complaints, because YAY!!!!