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a weekend wrap-up…..

June 9, 2014

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monday glitter in the air to you m’loves!

i hope this weekend provided the proper dress rehearsal for another week full of take-your-breath-away moments, unsurpressable laughter, and grateful reflection.

mine did.

and more.

but first a question for you:

does betty ford take patients for balsamic vinegar addiction?

if so, i might need to take the month of july off.

saturday morning i finally succumbed to the gourmet blends oil and vinegar booth at the farmers’ market.

and ever since i have had an IV drip of their white balsamic attached to the inside of my left elbow.

i can’t get enough of this stuff; purchased only two days ago, we’re almost halfway through the bottle….some people do gin…we do balsamic vinegar….

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last night i went major {don’t click if you’re the queasy type} o-ren-ishii  on this bushel of kale.

 my go-to, no-fail kale salad recipe is super simple, and doesn’t waste any of my new precious vinegar.

what are your favorite kale recipes?

~side note…this is my fourth reference to o-ren on this blog…i can happily attest that after numerous  which quentin tarantino character are you? quiz re-takes; i time after time score “o ren ishii“–as my character!

and! and! and!—this is the third kill bill reference i’ve had in less than 72 hours….obsessed much? which quentin tarantino character do you think you’d be?

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on saturday afternoon this sexy betty tried to give me crabs.

swear to god…right in front of her children too.

instead of a round with crustaceans, bibs, and prescription ointment, i drank my first belmont breezewhich thankfully tasted like a hawaiin fruit punch wine cooler.

i’d be a much better drinker if more cocktails tasted like wine coolers…

AHA!

i just thought of a game!

if you were a wine cooler, what kind would you be and why?

i’d be “geisha berry”—–a blend of malt liquor, lychee fruit, and strawberry….a subtle, stealth, sweet on the surface beverage, but give me and hour and i’ll have your giggling behind your hand, belting out islands in the stream at a karaoke bar {all things i’ve done—-not sober.}

i was able to get 3/4 of it finished before i had to walk home, ass and headache in hand…..#rookie.

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the rest of the weekend i down-timed it in bed with my face in this book.

another fun, quick, summer read; a family with secrets {name me a family without?} goes to mallorca for two weeks and emotions erupt…

so that’s the wrap-up…what about you? reading? seeing? doing? drinking? eating?

oh and don’t forget to tell me your wine cooler name?

and can we be friends please? i don’t think i can keep up this finding my self-esteem in the bottom of a belmont breeze much longer.

love,

katie

lusting lake life….

June 4, 2014

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talk of a summer holiday has been bubbling up more and more at our dinner table of gluten-free and grass-fed.

i’m drawn to lands shopping mall-repellent, where starbucks doesn’t punctuates every corner and alley, and whole foods actually means food from the ground, tree, farm or local, non-have-to-mortgage your house market.

for at least one week i’d like a boulevard of conifer pines in exchange for blow dry bars and gel manicures.

give me an unpopulated, open, blue lake, and i’ll give you a girl on her best behavior {profanity NOT included.}

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my first true lake experiences were my high school, spring break debaucheries on lake havasu; thongs and tops typically optional—and i’m not talking “shoes.”

a week of banana boat spf {2}, zima in the can, george strait and neil diamond cd’s galore, chili con carne out of the can, and a body of water so crowded and dirty i’m still in disbelief my friends and i never contracted ecoli or hepatitis………or “motherhood” for that matter.

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what we lacked in promiscuity we made up for in folly and play.

playing cards, reading anne rivers siddons, watching the pirate movie for the 500th time, re-enacting “the happy ending” scene, and making the inevitable {hopefully burned} home movies of 8 girls dancing around singing “standing outside the fire!“—still such a great song!

there’s something about a lake that feels a bit less pomp and circumstance than life say, at the sea.

the whites don’t have to be starched, the collar need not its pop, a bare foot is appropriate attire for a meal lit by candlelight.

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california may be foremost known for our sandy beaches and pacific blue, but good grief, our beautiful lakes can give the surfers a run for their money any day.

one of my favorite memories is my dad teaching me how to fish at bass lake.

just me and him and an empty bucket……i couldn’t bring myself to “bait” the line.

and the whole idea of hooking a fish made me cry, shoulder-shaking, nose-running, peace erupting tears; my dad easily succumbed to letting me knock it in a beach chair, holding my baitless pole in the water.

this was the weekend i discovered vegetarianism.

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then there was the summer i took my broken heart and drowned it all the way to the bottom of june lake.

i swam and swam and swam, dived and dived and dived…until the constant shards of glass, lodged in my throat from a shocking divorce, softened into more manageable, occasional lumps of coal in my stomach.

more helpful than time on the couch or a prescription drug, my time underwater hid the noise of my raging screams and camouflaged any tears.

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but per my originial memory the lake is more of a happy, social, spread-the-good, not the grief, place to commune.

there’s something about a boat ride at dawn, with the ones you love, that brings out the truth serum in me.

along with the mascara and designer shoes, rigid, protective walls and insulating egos are shed; left at the last turnpike before meeting the road for the lake cabin.

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and i can’t think of anything more romantic than a dockside for two, hunkiest in hand, a homemade meal under the stars, with the ducks and fireflies playing sweet harmony for a post-dinner slow dance.

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anyone else lusting a little lake life too?

what are your favorite’s?

do you go fancy nancy? or are you the camping type?

this is my official throwing it out to the universe…i’m thinking somewhere in the south this year.

last one in is a rotten egg….

jilted courtesy of URBAN DECAY

March 24, 2014

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when part and parceling for a baby girl, my parents bred for self-confidence, brains, and poise; instead they got sarcasm, table manners, and a rehab-level need to please.

it wasn’t their fault, i came out of the womb making amends, ironically rolling my eyes at nurses, and asking for extra blankets to cover my newborn-chubby thighs, ankles and cheeks.

not much has changed, except now my “that’s what she said” exchanges occur in pilates class, and i’ve swapped hospital blankets for lululemon.

but in my make-believe life, where i have the body image and grit of a disney princess come full circle, i’d be fearless in my fashion choices, and i wouldn’t apologize for it!

{yikes. sorry if that sounded brash.}

the first of these lion-hearted actions would be sliding into the hottest of hot pink, leather, tight pants law enforcement would publicly permit me to wear.

this time of year i cannot coat myself in ENOUGH of the color pink; i typically hit my overdose by mid-may, but from now until my birthday it’s game on with rose, fuchsia, blush and salmon.

and until whole foods starts selling their smoothies with an added shot of backbone and pluck, i’ll be wearing my new hot pink lip instead of said leather pants.

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enter URBAN DECAY’s 24/7 lip pencil in jilted.

jilted is the perfect pink to exhume my pale, dehydrated, coffee-addicted face from its cold, winter, “can i please just my teach spin class in this bathrobe?” grave.

it also comes in the lip junkie lip gloss and the “creamy badass” revolution lipstick.

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i like a more natural, less pigmented lip {except for spin class, then i’m full foundation-face, fake lashes, and rouge,} so i balm my lips first, and then color them with a pencil.

for me, this process lasts pretty long, and i don’t look like too much of a whore….

{i said “too much.”}

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just a little pink pick-me-up for my otherwise katie-the-smart-alecky-ghost face.

don’t let name jilted dissuade you, jilted is like all those 90’s romantic comedies we re-watch over and over again during those marathon weekends on the couch…it’s a cheerful, non-jarring, reliable addition to your mood.

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but let me count the ways i love URBAN DECAY…a 15 second session with just one product, my baked bronzer, takes the underground chalkiness from my cheeks and replaces it with {faux} sunshine; kind of like a kelly ripa commercial for electrolux, don’t give me the hour show, but a quick little snippet is manageable and surprisingly non-vomit inducing.

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and when i really want to make my case for a third dog, all it takes is one coat of UD’s super curling mascara, and a slick of 24/7 glide on eye pencil in smoke. there’s something about a smoky eye which brings out the easy button in my husband.

in spring, especially here in southern california, i think the most you want is 5 products on your face….too much product, texture and color gets distracting and takes away from the face, conversation, & person.

this time of year, the sunset is a magical, beautiful light; it is its own cosmetic.

and speaking of beautiful…..

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isn’t this a good picture of me?

i’m going to leave you with how i see myself….

have a pretty in pink monday m’loves.

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