really now???

The other day I went shopping… I was in fitting rooms I was trying on dresses-, I heard a French man outside my fitting room curtain- "Mademoiselle, mademoiselle- may I have your opinion?" Scared at the sheerness of the curtain, the proximity of his voice, and the lack of clothing on my body I jumped a bit and blurted out "Give me one second..." Safely outfitted in a brown tank dress (which I did not buy, thank you very much) I whipped the curtain back and there was a cute, half naked guy about my age standing a few feet from me in a very tight bathing suit. "Ahh, what do you think?" he asked me with a blaringly strong accent. "I think it looks great" I said to him smiling. "Don't get the black though, that's too boring". After exchaning a few pleasantries I disappeared back into my own fitting room. As I tried on the next dress I could hear French man's American friend outside: "Man, we have to go, like now." "Ohhh," said the French man (in his accent)"why can you not have fun on your lunch break and pretend to be a French man as well?!" At this point I started giggling uncontrolably in my fitting room, then they started laughing too, and by the time I had come out they had left.So thank you fake French guy. I totally love that there are guys somewhere out there who, on their lunch breaks, pretend to be French to get a girl's opinions on tight swimwear just for the fun of it! You seriously made my day

9/11/01

We all have them: Memories of September 11Th.

Where were we? What were we doing? We remember the exact moment that we stood transfixed, eyes wide open as the comforts of home, of our nation ~ our United States of America, exploded before our very eyes.

We remember the television images we couldn't quite believe in our shell-shock, the words we couldn't quite comprehend, and the instinct of knowing that things would never again be as they once were.

I was sleeping, didn't have to be to school until 10:30 for psych class...

My mom woke me up...

I remember her voice sounded horrified...

"a plane just hit the world trade center, i think we are at war"...

Jumped out of bed to see the second plane hit the tower...

I was wearing my Arizona Diamondbacks white circle k shirt and black basketball shorts...

It was sunny and warm still out side...

I began to fear for my family...

My sister in the Army...

The ones who were going to loose their family...

The ones who were going to loose their sisters...

I didn't go to school that day...

I sat most of the day crying watching and praying...

The place where I grew up, A part of my life just crumbled before my eyes...

Innocence of our country lost...

shoot.. so much for big dreams...

The other night I though about my care less spending… As I washed my face ($17.50), plucked my eyebrows (new tweasers-$10), masked myself for 10 minutes ($19.50) and treated/moisturized ($20 combo). Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I jumped out of bed this morning eager to see the results of money well spent. Instead I immediately realized that 1) the face stuff stained (maybe it will come out?) my pillows and 2) I REEK of sulfur..So I guess what I'm saying isone night's face regeime: $67belief that Sephora can solve all my problems: priceless