Jul 28, 2010

Words to live by

"Dive for Dreams"


Dive for dreams
or a slogan may topple you
(trees are their roots
and wind is wind)

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire
(and live by love
though the stars walk backward)

Honour the past
but welcome the future (and dance your death
away at this wedding)

Never mind a world
with its villains or heroes
(for God likes girls
and tomorrow and the earth)



I want to frame this poem by E.E. Cummings to display above my bed.  I can't decide if I want to download his 95 poems book on my iPad or buy the actual hardback to marvel in.  

Quotes to Live By

"Love and friendship.  They are what make us who we are, and what can change us, if we let them."

- Emily Giffin, Something Blue

Charlie St. Cloud

Tonight I got to preview Charlie St. Cloud.  I couldn't bare to wait until Friday, and since it was for free I decided to go and enjoy the movie alone. (I really am turning into my mom...)

The security for this screening was worse than the Southwest terminal at LAX.  I felt like a convicted murderer they way they patted us down and inspected everything.  They nearly did everything except for a cavity check.  They were all paranoid someone was going to record the movie before it came out on Friday.

I'll give my full on review then so I don't get the feds on me for leaking information.  However, I will say that Zac Efron did a terrific job (as per usual) and while the movie was enjoyable, I was not as emotional as I thought I'd be.  Maybe this was due to the fact that the whole time I was watching it, I kept thinking I was watching a "friend" from the past up on the screen, which in turn made me think about that instead of the gravity of the scene.  What do you call someone from your past that you've lost contact with and probably won't see again but you don't have any bad feelings about them?  Acquaintance isn't correct, enemy isn't either.  So I'm going to use "friend" as a loose term.  However, I'm not lying: said "friend" and Zac could be identical twins.  Not just in looks, but mannerisms alone.  A little freaky when you're busy trying imagine Zac Efron pressing his hot body against yours instead of the chick in the movie.  Too far?  I'm not even ashamed to admit that.  Every girl in that movie thought at one point,"I hate Vanessa Hudgens."

Also, the book is way better.  Read it first because it will help you understand why they edited it the way they did.

Shit Mom says

As we are talking about something completely unrelated to this topic:

"You know, I saw Justin Timberlake on TV today because he's going to be the voice of Boo Boo in the Yogi Bear movie... he was with, you know, Bill Murray, who's playing Yogi... wait, not Bill Murray.  Who was the other Blues Brother?"
"Dan Ackroyd?"
"Yes, him.  Anyway, he (Justin) had on these dumbass glasses!  Seriously!  He needs to start bringing the sexy back, like immediately.  He looked like a major dork.  Justin, please remove the birth control glasses."

Just so we're clear, I guess she hates his new glasses he's been sporting.  On a more serious note, JT: for the love, get back into the recording studio.  I'm all about creative expression but enough with the movies.  Just make an appearance on Glee and then get your anus back to making music.  It's been far too long.

Love,
The entire free world

Tuesday Tuneage

I'll Be There -- Mariah Carey
I absolutely love the lyrics of this song.  One day I hope to play it at my wedding.  And Mariah is on point with her cover.
Teenage Dream -- Katy Perry
I've played this song 1000 times in the past three days.  Considering I've been at work for a good portion of that time, I think it's safe to say I love it.
Closer to Love -- Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney's voice is heartbreakingly wonderful.  This song sounds so cute but it's kind of haunting as well.
Come Back to Me -- David Cook
I really like David Cook.  He performed for my sorority in 2004, before I was in college, with his old band.  Now look at him!
Stuck Like Glue -- Sugarland
Sugarland makes feel good music.  I adore this song... but I'm from Texas and I love country, so I may be biased.  It's a cute little love tune.
Good Vibrations -- Glee cast
Amber Riley is a musical goddess.  She could sing the alphabet and I'd buy it as a single.  I always pump this up at the gym when I'm doing cardio.
Safety Dance -- Glee cast
Kevin McHale is the obvious choice when it comes to the best voice on Glee.  I actually hated this song before I heard Glee's edition and now I can't stop playing it.
Any Way You Want It -- Journey
I remember going through sorority recruitment in 2005 and walking into the Theta house during third round.  The chapter room doors opened and this song started blaring.  I will never be able to not associate it with Kappa Alpha Theta and Charlie's Angels.
Faithfully -- Journey
I was sent this song a few years ago from a guy who was trying to court me.  I didn't even listen to it.  I know what you're thinking: how do you not know that song?!  For whatever reason, I didn't.  Then I took the time to listen to it, and it's so beautiful, emotionally charged and touching -- however freaky when it's dedicated to you by a guy you barely know.  I mean, this is a song people dedicate to their spouse, not someone you haven't even gone on a date with.  Needless to say that fling never ended up going anywhere...

Jul 27, 2010

Earth to Kourtney Kardashian

I might be going out on a limb here, Kourt, but you may have chosen the wrong guy to have sex with.

I'm not saying your baby isn't adorable.  He's a total peach.  But Scott Dipshit Dipstick  Disick is a real piece of work.  I know that TV manipulates situations for the benefit of the viewing audience, but COME ON KOURTNEY.  Don't be afraid to be a single mom (just don't read my previous post on motherhood).  Hell, I'd rather be the last person on the planet raising a kid alone than have Scott as my kid's father.

Seriously, how old are you, Scott?  Wikipedia confirms that you're 27, so I don't feel like it's inappropriate to say that it's time for you to get your priorities straight.  Any woman will tell you that when they see guys in their late 20s (30s, 40s) binge drinking and acting like a freshman in college, it's a turn off.  Don't get me wrong, I'm all about being forever young, partying and having a ton of fun.  I've had my fair share of crazy nights and I'm sure I'll have more to come, regardless of my age.  It's when it gets excessive that it gets to be more of a "he needs to get his shit together" type of thing than a "look how awesome he is!" type of thing.  And Scott, we need you to get your shit together.

More importantly, you have a kid and you're out binge drinking and staying out until 5:00, 6:00 in the morning... and that's ridiculous for any grown adult, man or woman -- ESPECIALLY SOMEONE WITH A KID!  This isn't the Greek, Scott.  It makes me wonder where your careers goals are, and if you have any, what they might be.  How you suspect you're going to really enrich your life and your child's life while you're out taking shots all hours of the night and then spending the next day sleeping it off or feeling like crap.

I'm not saying you can't have fun, but just because you aren't married doesn't eliminate the fact that you are somebody's father.  If I knew that my dad was out partying until 6:00 a.m. when I was first born, I think I'd have little to no respect for him.  What's worse is that all of this is on tape for little Mason to watch when he gets older.  I wouldn't be shocked if his first word was "Patron."

But Kourtney, while you may not be able to change Scott, you can change the situation by getting out of it... like two years ago.

Trust me, Kourt, you can do better.  Khloe landed a Laker.  Kim is dating a Cowboy.  Maybe you can find yourself a baseball player?  I can give you some recommendations.  Don't sell yourself short.

Love,

Everyone in the entire free world

Download today!

Please download Joyce Meyer's podcast for "The Life You Always Wanted, Part 1."  Her message is amazing.  She just reminds us that we have to give God our time, just as much as he gives to us.  If you have to get up early to do it, do it.  If you have to stay up late, stay up late.  If you have to stop going out on Saturday nights and drinking until the sunrise so you can get to church and be alert and focused, then stop doing that.  If you have to travel to get to the church that makes the most sense to you, don't hesitate.  And always pray, and always read scripture.

She reminds us that for any trouble you go through, God will reward (bless) you double.  Isn't that amazing?  However, we need to stay focused and remember that we need to live accordingly to God's word.  We are in the world, not of it, and at the end of our lives the only thing we'll have left is God.  So make sure you follow him so that you take the right path, or else you may realize that you've made it to the top of the ladder except you're leaning on the wrong building.

Quote of the Day

"He missed his calling.  He should have been gay."  

Mom's thoughts on Scott Disick

Baby Boom

Right now, I'm reading a book where the woman finds out she's pregnant with twins.  The author, Emily Giffin, is such an amazing storyteller that she had me feeling all maternal, and I'm nowhere near being pregnant.  She discusses the babies' first kick, the pregnancy glow, the feelings Darcy has about pregnancy.  I was reading last night before I did my nighttime devotional and I paused to look into the future: how many kids will I have?  Who will I share that with?  I literally cannot even begin to fathom those parts of my life, which is weird to me because I know so many people who are engaged, getting married or are married that are my age.  Obviously someone my age is capable of knowing who they want to marry, we are all adults now, but it's bizarre to me because I'm so deep into career mode that I can't see past this phase of my life and on to the next one.  Then again, who can?  However, I fully believe that while you may not be able to see how your life is going to pan out, you can be certain that specific people will be a part of it, regardless of where you are or what you're doing.

Like any other 23-year-old who isn't married, I am terrified to be a mother.  I remember having a dream a few months back about giving birth and I woke up before the whole contraction thing started.  Thank goodness.   I mean, you are expected to take care and guide this other human being's LIFE.  I really hope I am not a neurotic mom.  My mother always tells me she never thought she'd have kids and that she didn't think she'd be a good mom, so this gives me some solace because the woman raised me and my brother flawlessly.  But reading this book is starting to terrify me, mostly because this character is going through pregnancy without her family or a husband.

Yet I think about the exciting parts too!  Like deepening the bond with my (future) husband.  I don't think there is probably anything more special that realizing you and your spouse are having a baby.  That's really exciting to me, maybe exciting enough to keep me from being terrified of child birth.

Anyway, this children thing got me thinking: I will never have an "odd" amount of children.  If I have one kid, you can bet I'm having two.  If a third one pops up, my honey better be ready for #4, because I am not having middle-child syndrome in my home.  I know that's stereotypical, but I don't want it to even be an option.  So no.  And God forbid I have a fifth child (which begs the question why I wouldn't have gotten my tubes tied or my uterus removed at this point), I will have a sixth.  My own personal Brady Bunch.  It sounds pretty miz and I can only hope that if that is God's will in my life that I am making at least seven figures a year.  (Seriously God.  I'm begging you: six kids = seven figures.)

While this post might be a "why the hell are you telling us this?" post, it's a good reminder that none of us have any idea about the future and what's to come, but with God's will we are able to move forward.  I know that in a few years my perspective on children and a family will have made a complete 180 form where I'm at now because God will have sanctioned that part of my life to happen at that time, not before or after it was meant to be.

Gratuity

I want to thank any and all of you that sent me a text, an e-mail, or a Facebook message in regard to my recent posts.  Apparently, I'm not the only person going through a mid-20s-crisis, and you all seem to be getting some kind of gratification or satisfaction by reading that I'm going through the same thought process and troubles you are.

I'm glad you guys enjoy the perspective, the quotes... everything.  It makes me feel good to know people are getting something out of this blog!  And considering I love to write, it makes that feeling even more special.  So thank you again.  I really cannot express how much it means to me to get positive feedback about this site.

Love you!

Jul 26, 2010

Embarrassing to photoshop users everywhere


This, my friends, is the WORST photoshop job I have ever seen.  Maybe even as bad as this:



Yes, this is my face on B. Spears' body.  It might look sketchy, but this is way better considering a) this was my first attempt at photoshop in BIMM in 10th grade, b) I have a neck, c) this wasn't for a national publication.

Britney and Cosmo: please find better people to edit your photos.

Love,
Kirbie

Got the magic

Today I took the time to remind myself about why I'm here in Los Angeles.  I have so many things to be grateful for!  First off, I drive down Santa Monica Boulevard and Sunset Boulevard every day.  That's not something I could say a year ago, and it's definitely something I had always aspired to do.  I take it for granted a lot of the time because the traffic is pretty miz, however I need to remind myself that I can sing Sheryl Crow's "All I Wanna Do" and literally "have some fun" until "the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard."

I work on Melrose Place.  Literally.  Not the show, the actual street.  One day, I can tell my kids that!  So here's a funny degree of separation story:  I was named after Kirby on Dynasty -- Carlos says I look like Sammy Jo Carrington from Dynasty -- who was played by Heather Locklear -- who was on the show Melrose Place in the 90s -- and the recent version -- which I was on (the show) -- and now I actually work on (the place)!  Whoop.

The scenery here is beautiful -- I love the beach and the hills in the background.  Sometimes, because of the smog, the hills look like a gigantic backdrop on a movie lot.

I took Sunset through Beverly Hills today to get to my apartment.  I passed Bel Air and I remember when I thought Bel Air was a fake city where Will Smith's fake family lived.

On any given day, you can drive down the road and see someone shooting something, something being filmed, someone being photographed.  There's always something interesting to observe.

Lastly, I drove by some places today and it was like seeing the big prize before winning it -- I drove by Comcast (E!) where I hope to work and report from someday, as well as PMK*BNC and Rogers and Cowan.  Really cool considering I used to see their addresses in books and wonder exactly where they were located.

I am so thankful and so blessed to have my whole life ahead of me!

Personal mantra of... my life?

I'm living my life so I can look back and think, "I had that life," instead of looking back and wishing I had that life.


Don't you think that's how everyone should live?  



Jul 25, 2010

Quote of the Day

"So sorry St. Louis. We had to bail, pigeons shitting in jareds (sic) mouth. Too unsanitary to continue.


Don't take it out on Jared, it's the fucking venues fault. You may enjoy being shit on but we don't. Sorry for all who traveled many miles."

- Nathan Followill of Kings of Leon, apologizing to St. Louis fans after the band was riddled with pigeon feces during their show.

Talk about a crappy situation. ha ha ha ha ha!

2010 Academy of Couture Art Collide Gala

I had the pleasure of working with Michelle Czernin von Chudenitz (again) at the 2010 Collide Gala, which was held at the beautiful Sofitel in West Hollywood.  The night's events were to commemorate the achievements of their inaugural graduating class and it was definitely a night the students will remember, as well as myself.

I arrived around 4:00 to help Miki with anything she may need: assisting with the press, tying up loose ends, really anything she needed I was willing to do.  She cracks me up because she gives me so much authority on things that sometimes I stop and think: if I was a monster, I could really screw this up.  She has this outstanding faith in me, something that has been lacking from my current job that is easily fulfilled when I work for her.

I was feeling a little Cinderella-ish because I did not have an evening gown to wear to this haute couture event.  I know that is the first thing on my list to get sometime soon -- a really elegant floor-length gown.  Regardless, I think I did a good job with what I had.  Someone even offered to buy my shoes off of my feet!

The night starting off with some interesting moments.  First, a woman came up to me after staring at me for awhile.  She politely introduced herself and her seven-year-old daughter, who was being honored at the gala with a scholarship.  Then she asked if she (the daughter) could get a picture with me.  "Of course!"  So we went to the red carpet, took a few snapshots, and as we finished the mom told me how gracious she was and how she (the daughter) loved me and thought I was a great role model.  Not one to knock off a complement, I smiled, but I imagine I looked a little perplexed before asking her as to why I was a great role model.  "You're the singer, right?"

I kept laughing and told her no because he told me that she thought I was Carrie Underwood.  First off, lady, you just made my life.  Second, don't offend Carrie.  Third, you just made my life.  We decided not to tell her daughter, who was obviously really excited.  That night at the fashion show, right before she walked on the runway, her mom asked me to go up and reassure her she was going to do great.  Carrie Underwood or not, it was a really heartwarming feeling.

This night was filled with royals of all kinds.  Michelle, being a Countess herself, was able to wrangle in some of the most refined guest the world had to offer.  I was able to meet Princess Theodora of Denmark and Greece, the guest of honor who was receiving an award.  She is completely wonderful and totally sweet.  When she walked the red carpet, the media kept saying, "Princess!" instead of, "Theodora!" which made me smile.  I mean, she's a PRINCESS.  Legit.

I got to speak to Baroness Kimberly Moore, who is the Goodwill Ambassador to the United States and a wonderful humanitarian.  She started The Echelon Club and supports so many wonderful causes.  I was truly honored to speak with her about her efforts and she was a complete doll.

Michelle always introduces me as her "right hand."  I love that.  In fact, I think that's just fabulous.  So I think people were giving me a little more authority that I had actually signed up for.  I was running the red carpet and we were having a blast!  I was able to meet Charlotte Ross (Glee), whom looked absolutely stunning and thought my dress was a Herve Ledger.  I immediately loved her.  I also met two great reporters from US Weekly and InTouch, which will both be great contacts to have.

I met two of Miki's clients, Max Ryan (Sex and the City 2) and Scott Elrod.  Ladies, trust me, these are two guys you swoon when you meet.  Most women's knees would buckle.  They would stutter.  If you're me on a normal day, you probably trip over your feet while walking on a flat surface.  However, contrary to popular belief,  I might swoon over men in magazines and on TV, but I'm not a "let's freak out in person" type of gal.  Hell, I don't believe in autographs and I get really anxious when it comes to asking for pictures because I think that's just WEIRD.  Last night was no any different.  I was strong-arm Kirbie, meant to do a job.  Max was waiting in line to get checked in, and when I saw him I immediately rushed over to get him.  "Max?" "Yes?" "What are you doing?"  He looked at me weird.  "I'm Michelle's assistant."  He smiled and I lead him over to the red carpet for his money shot.  "Walk the walk, Max.  Michelle will meet you at the end."  And he did, and she did, and it was flawless.

Scott showed up a little later than I had expected, but he was really nice and everyone was just dying to get his picture.  Mr. Elrod is featured in the new movie The Switch with Jennifer Aniston and Jason Bateman.

The last guest to walk was the most anticipated.  I had no idea she was coming to this thing, but she did in fact show with her producer.  Ali Fedotowsky, The Bachelorette, was incredibly nice and totally genuine.  I really liked her producer, Cassie as well.  They both looked beautiful in Catherine Malandrino.

After they walked the red, I knew I had to go talk to them because of my mom.  She'd kill me if I didn't get away without singing Ali's praises.  I walked over to their dinner table and told Ali how I felt so bad about last week's episode, and how I also felt weird referring to her life as an episode.  She was so gracious and really down-to-earth.  Her producer suggested that we get some pics for Mom... so here's one!


The show was spectacular, the food was delicious, and overall the night was one to remember.

Putting your life in perspective

"More often that not, when something looks like it's the absolute end, it is really the beginning.  Think of the cross.  The Roman officials applauded.  The Jewish officials rejoiced.  'Finally, we got rid of him, that troublemaker!  We're glad that's over.'  Yet three days later, He was alive again.  What seemed like an ending was only the beginning.

He who sits on the throne said, 'Behold, I am making all things new.' Revelation 21:5"

-- Bedtime Blessings

NBA Shots

I'm not a "shot taker" per say.  I don't really like them, I don't take them correctly, and when I try I end up spilling half of it down my face and all over my clothes.  I think that is the world's way of intervening and telling me that Kirbie + shots are not meant to be.  I'm pretty conservative when it comes to drinking, mostly because I am a lightweight, and partially because I don't want to be the idiot throwing up later on in the night.

However, I heard of a shot called the "Lebomb James."  THAT'S AMAZING!  So I'm about to create two new shots:  the Delonte West on the Beach and Korverkazi.  Trust me, they'll both taste good.  I'll put up the recipe once I figure them out.  Then we can all start taking them once the season starts back up!

Maybe we can even get a game going, like Bar Golf or something, where you get points for taking NBA shots.  Obviously the Korverkazi would be worth 3 points; I'm thinking the Delonte West on the Beach would be considered a foul shot, and you'd have to take it in two separate gulps (one point per gulp).  And I'm also thinking it would be an actual beverage that you'd have to consume like it was a shot.

Who's excited for the season to get going now?!

Pity party, table for one

I've decided to hop off the pity party train, as well as the worried, anxious and fearful ports of transportation as well.  They're not useful and I'm starting to realize none of them have actually taken flight, left the dock, pulled out of the train station, etc.  They're getting me nowhere.

It's so easy to be scared of the unknown and to be scared of change.  I've been praying to God a lot about this and yesterday he brought an overwhelming calm over me.  It was kind of bizarre.  In the back of my head, I kept saying to myself "shouldn't I be scared?  Upset?  Anxious at least?"  But I couldn't muster up those feelings, no matter how hard I tried. 

It's not a coincidence.  As I read in my blessing book, the word "luck" and "coincidence" are not vocabulary words that should be a part of a christian mindset, because everything happens for a distinct reason.  

This calmness is also contributed to my wonderful family, who I actually got to speak a lot with on Friday; my dad, my cousin, my mom; and my friends as well -- a roommate, Laura, whom I haven't seen in about two years.  She's in Cali, but we won't end up getting to see one another.  Regardless, it was good to hear her voice and talk about things, like we never were apart from one another.

Then, I received a really wonderful note from my mentor, Tara.  She read my "I (don't) heart LA" post and decided to send me a little note.  It means a lot to me that she sent it to me because it helped me out tremendously.  Here's a little snippet:

"You have a dream...go after it! You've hardly been there a year...it will take more time...but don't get discouraged.  You're only 23...you don't have to have all the answers right now.  Live...find happiness in this moment...don't waste your 20's worrying about what you haven't done yet...just do life."

Any friends or family going through the same thing, take Tara's advice!  I always heard your 30s are the best, because in your 20s you're still figuring yourself out.  Tara, thank you so much for writing me.  You have no idea how much it truly means to me.

She's right though.  I'm 23.  I moved to a place I always wanted to.  And while I'm learning a lot about the city (positives and negatives), I need to enjoy being here while I am.  Who knows, I could be in San Fran next year, Denver the year after, Dallas a year after that.  Who knows where I will end up.  But what I'm positive about is that I will end up exactly where I'm supposed to be, and I will be surrounded with people I'm supposed to be with. 

Today I'm headed to the beach with work husband #3, Rocky.  I tweeted that I'm pretty much a polygamist with my work spouses, but they're all gay, so I'm pretty sure they'll be more excited about each other than me anyway. :)  

Jul 23, 2010

I (don't) heart LA

Does anyone really like Los Angeles?  I know it's the "City of Angels," but I've met people here who make it seem more like it's the "City of Satan."  So many Californians that I have come to be good friends with over the years tell me how people in LA shouldn't reflect how the rest of the state is.  But sometimes when you're surrounded with people who are all about themselves and who only care about what you can do for them, you get drained and unhappy.

I am seriously lacking friendship in my life.  I'm so thankful that some of my besties are coming in September; however, that doesn't ignore the fact that I don't have people here that I can truly trust and confide in.  I feel like I haven't met one person here since my time in LA that I've felt 100% comfortable with, and that's really upsetting for me.  In school, I had a gaggle of friends who, gratefully, were all people I could talk to, cry to, laugh with, get into trouble with.... they were all amazing and I have virtually picked myself out of the pile and removed myself to a place where sometimes people don't even think twice about bumping into you.

It's scary.  I know some of my friends who are older all moved away and did their thing elsewhere, but ended up moving back to the Great State because, well, it's a great state.  Not to mention their friends and family were there.  I can't help but to think that maybe LA is not the place for me and that Texas is really where I should be.  I have an overwhelming sense of peace when I'm there: nothing to worry about, life is good, I'm happy as a clam.  I can hang out with my best friends in the evenings or on the weekends, and I can be assured that I don't have to validate parking anywhere, worry about finding parking in the first place; HEB and Central Market are close, I know where all the best shopping is, and I also know that I'll be able to go to TCU games as a proud alum.  These are all things I wish I had the comfort of.  Being 23, I'm at a time in my life where I'm doing a lot of soul searching: what should I be doing?  Where should I be?  Am I doing the right thing?

I know I had these big dreams of moving to California because this is where the industry is, but I am also wondering if it's worth losing my mind over.  I want friends.  I want my family.  I want to feel like one aspect of my life is progressing, and I came out here for my career, and I can tell you that I am not happy with where it's going.

So what's more important?  Sticking it out or being truly happy?

I'm hoping God will guide me in the right direction and give me some solace about what I need to be doing right now.  I know what I love: writing, events, and entertainment, but I don't know if Los Angeles is meant to be a part of that mix.

Jul 22, 2010

Heart racing in my skin tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight

Katy Perry - Teenage Dream

Have you heard Katy Perry's new song Teenage Dream yet?  I heard it on the radio today and I cannot wait for it to be released on iTunes.  When California Gurls was first released, I had my homepage set to KatyPerry.com so anytime I got on the web I could hear the song replay over and over and over.  It's no different with this one!

I am only left to assume that this song is about Russell Brand, who Katy is engaged to.  One of the lines of the song is as follows:


"You think I'm pretty without any make-up on
You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong"


In a past interview, Katy tells the interviewer that Russell thinks she's prettiest whenever she has no makeup on.  Hence... why I think he is the inspiration for the song.   Might be a long shot but go with it.

I totally love the vibe of the song.  You know, I feel like most girls out there, at the end of the day, want to be with a man who feels like she's their dream girl.  Yeah yeah, it's sappy, but it's true!  I hope the day that I get married my husband will tell me that I've been the girl he's been dreaming of since he can remember.

Jul 21, 2010

Just because I heard it...

... doesn't mean it's true.  But, think for yourself:

Justin Bieber is apparently a size seven shoe and 27 pant.  I keep thinking about how if I was in high school and saw this kid I would totally unimpressed with this little guy -- that is, if he never opened his mouth and sang me a sweet, sweet song.  He's 16, right?  Also, he's going to be performing at the VMA's (shocking!).

Justin Timberlake is bisexual.  I've heard this about 6,000 times from my ex-boyfriends and my little brother, but they have no legitimate reason to believe so.  However, since moving to LA, I've heard from three separate people that JT swings both ways, based the behind-the-scenes crap that goes on during his tours and at parties.  I mean, I guess if you're a guy that can get any woman you want, you get bored...?

Something new...

So... who is excited for Something Borrowed to be featured on the big screen next year?! I'm so thrilled.

It's funny because I knew about this movie before I knew about the book.  I knew who would be playing Rachel, so I as I read, I constantly envisioned Ginnifer Goodwin and I think she's going to do the part of Rachel justice.  However, I was also clear on who would be playing Darcy (Kate Hudson) and while I think she can pull off her personality, I'm not sure if I'm digging it.  Darcy is brunette!  Tall!  Like, obnoxiously skinny!  Perfect bod regardless of what she eats or doesn't eat.  But I think the movie probably had to have two distinct counterparts: the blonde and the brunette.  God knows I don't like Kate with brown hair, so I think it's safe to say they made the right decision.  Plus, I can't think of anyone better for the role... and furthermore, she get's to do a sequel for Something Blue!


I was reading that Colin Farrell is in the movie, but I think that's a croc because I'm pretty sure Colin Egglesfield (upgrade from Melrose Place, yeah?) is playing Dex.  When I envision Dex, I envision him a tad older, and to me Colin looks a little young, but I'm sure it won't matter because I'll be swooning over JOHN KRASINSKI who is playing Ethan! AH! AH! AH!  Okay, I'm done.

Spoiler:  I have very good sources who told me that Hillary is not the in movie.  How does everyone feel about that?  I kind of thought Rachel needed a female confidant throughout all this, so we'll see how it all pans out.

Jul 20, 2010

Leonardo to-DI-for-caprio

Leo.  I love you.  I've loved you since you played Luke on Growing Pains.  It's that serious.

I'm going to be honest though, I got a little antsy in Inception.  Don't get me wrong -- a thoughtfully constructed and all-around amazing flick, but I can't even sleep a full two hours without turning over or checking my e-mail (it's true).  Regardless, I dig you.

Audience poll: did anyone else feel like Jack Dawson had washed up on shore at the beginning of the movie?  I couldn't help but to think Rose was going to drag him out of the water.  Now that would have been an awesome dream!  Reliving Titantic with Jack and Rose, except Jack's dead and Rose is pretending he's alive or something.  Not feeling it?  Me either.  Sigh.

PLEASE

Today, I received a pitch from a beauty team asking me to write a review on their product.  It started off with a red flag:

"Hi Kirby!"

Guess what?  That nifty e-mail address I created is, in fact, how my name is spelled.  No, kirbyj@gmail.com wasn't taken, so I had to resort to kirbiej@gmail.com; neither is it a ploy to make my name look funky and different.  It's like that on my social security card, birth certificate and even my Sephora Beauty Insider account.  It's legit.  That is how my name is spelled.  You can obviously see that because you just selected that e-mail address as the recipient of your obviously proofed beauty pitch.

Lesson?  Learn how to spell people's names.  It's their name!  The one thing that was given to them to be unique, to symbolize who they are.  And it can't be any easier for you to figure out the spelling -- it's written out in the actual address!

Mental Feng Shui

I'm not into forwards.  I don't like doing mass e-mails because I don't feel like they're personal, and I'm not terribly superstitious so I find no point in them.  However, my beautiful Aunt Debbie sent my family this chain e-mail courtesy of Anthony Robins and I really liked a lot of what he had to say.

I particularly love the ones in bold, specifically number 21.  Yesterday in my blessing book it talked about how when we're confused, hurting, scared, upset, angry, etc., that we want to talk.  We'll talk to anyone about it to get some answers.  However, the best answers are found from God, and within.  So taking time to be alone and meddle in yourself and in God is always the best answer.  I've been feeling like this about an array of things in my life; not really wanting to talk to anyone about my concerns and fears, and I have found that God is always the best person to confide in.  He's a great listener! :)  Not to mention he presents us with the best answers -- and they're definitive answers, not just advice.

Mental Feng Shui
This is without a doubt one of the nicest good luck forwards I have received. Hope it works for you -- and me! 
Lotus Touts: You have 6 minutes 

There's some mighty fine advice in these words, even if you're not superstitious. This Lotus Touts has been sent to you for good luck from the Anthony Robbins organization. It has been sent around the world ten times so far. 
Do not keep this message. 
The Lotus Touts must leave your hands in 6 MINUTES. Otherwise you will get a very unpleasant surprise. This is true, even if you are not superstitious, agnostic, or otherwise faith impaired.
ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully. 
TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other. 
THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want. 
FOUR. When you say, 'I love you,' mean it.
FIVE. When you say, 'I'm sorry,' look the person in the eye. 
SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married. 
SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight. 
EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much. 
NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely. 
TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling. 
ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives (haha!)
TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly. 
THIRTEEN! ... When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, 'Why do you want to know?' 
FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk. 
FIFTEEN. Say 'bless you' when you hear someone sneeze. 
SIXTEEN.. When you lose, don't lose the lesson. 
SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and Responsibility for all your actions. 
EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it. 
TWENTY.. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.
TWENTY- ONE. Spend some time alone. 

Jul 19, 2010

Turnin' up roses


I've had a fresh flower arrangement in my room for two weeks straight now!  I got these beauties at work today, and last week I had a beautiful arrangement from Shaun Robinson's birthday party (I got to take it for all my hard work).  I love fresh flowers, and I feel like they're so great to send to remind someone you care.  Better yet, they're awesome for decoration and I always feel more dainty when I have some sitting by my bed.  By the way, thanks Mom and Dad :)

Things have been going well the past two months.  I've had a ton of interviews as of late!  I can't wait for the day I actually get the job!  Soon enough.  Just more reason to believe that God is telling me, "Yes, you're doing a great job.  Keep going!  You're almost there!"

Jul 18, 2010

You know what they say?

You gotta kill a cow to make a burger.

Not positive where you came up with that one, Gaga, but I like your style.

At work, our creative director consistently orders food from RFD, Real Food Daily.  It's a vegan restaurant.  Now, being from Texas, I tend to run away screaming from anything that prevents me from eating a hearty steak and a goblet of cheese (mmmm).  I mean, I attempted to be a vegetarian once my junior year of college because I felt compelled to save baby (micro) pigs.  I lasted two months, and on the eve of defeat, I went to Central Market, ordered a chicken breast, and promptly vomited it all up after consumption.  Guess my system wasn't used to meat.

Anyway, I was interested in RFD and decided to order from the menu.  My choice?  A 'Pick Three' option, where I chose from veggies (kale and collard greens), beans or rice (brown rice) and then some healthy protein option.  I decided on grilled tofu.  Trust me people, I am not in any way a tofu "person."  But I opted to scare myself just to see what would happen.

I ordered, it arrived, and I went to the back for lunch.  We're not supposed to have hot food in the salon, but I decided I deserved it and I sure as hell wasn't eating cold tofu.  I had also ordered peanut sauce to complement the whole meal.  Turns out, everything was DELICIOUS!  The peanut sauce made it 10x better than it would have been.  The tofu was grilled perfectly and it kind of reminded me of chicken.  And kale is my new favorite green.

As of late I've been CRAVING kale like a crazy person.  I guess I'll have to learn how to steam it myself.  That's not to say that I am going vegan or anything anytime soon -- I simply love cheeseburgers and ChickFilA a little too much :)  If you're in Los Angeles, check them out!

Pandora

Great Pandora stations that I'm pretty much obsessed with?

"All Night Long" (as in Lionel Richie's song) radio
Glee Cast radio

You will not be let down.

I still feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be

The title of this post is a line from one of my favorite songs by (guess who?) Carrie Underwood called "Don't Forget to Remember Me."  When it came out, my grandmother had recently passed away, and in the song Carrie is singing to her mom and telling her to tell "Mima that I miss her."  It always strikes a chord when I hear it.

Anyway, it's a lazy Sunday!  I had a great weekend and I'm going to be cleaning, writing some articles and preparing for next weekend.  I have a really great opportunity to research for on Saturday, so I need to get everything together and focus.

Podcast of the Day:  Joyce Meyer's "Loving Your Life, Part One."  You know, every time I watch or listen to her podcasts, I get a unique perspective out of it.  A healthy one, at least.  Today's was about loving your life and being thankful for what you have.  To be honest, I almost skipped this podcast because I felt like I already knew what this sermon would be about, but didn't think it applied to me.  I am grateful.  I am blessed.  I understand that!  Why do I need to be told that?  Regardless, I turned it on and was surprised about what she had to say.  

She discussed how a healthy point of view is the view of life.  Unhealthy views are death-like.  This seems obvious, but if you look at things with life, energy, that things could be worse, that you are grateful for what you have;  when you stop worrying about the future, worrying about the answers, worrying "why?" and "how?" then you will be happy and will prosper and will in fact be blessed.  See things through God's viewpoint.  Stop and bloom where you are at before he can move you up to where you want, or need, rather, to be.  

Always trying to figure out where you need to be, or complaining about that you're not where you want to be, or when you lose sight of the purpose you're here on Earth for, you will not prosper, grow and succeed.  When you're so busy dwelling on the answers and the unknowns, you are losing sight of the important things that everyone is here for: living life, loving other people, and being happy.  

Get an attitude that will make God happy.  He did give his only son as a sacrifice for us to live!  How rude would it be to not live our lives to the fullest we possibly can?  I'm learning to stop thinking about me and to try to bless other people as well as I can; to stop living in fear, because God has willed every situation we go through, he is on our side, and he has a divine and sovereign plan.  

Jul 17, 2010

Quote of the Day

"I've learned not to put my faith in people.  Put your faith in God."

Jul 16, 2010

Christina Perri

I want to give a really big round of applause to Christina Perri.  I mentioned her song, "Jar of Hearts," on my blog a few weeks ago before it was featured on So You Think You Can Dance, and wow!  She's EVERYWHERE now!  She performed live on the show tonight, was featured on Perez Hilton today, and is all over the iTunes homepage.  Christina worked at Melrose Place Cafe, right down the street from my work.  She is totally rad and a really genuine, nice chick.  She deserves all of this success and I can't wait to see where all of this takes her!

Congrats, Christina!

Jul 15, 2010

Co-workers are family you don't choose and sometimes you like.

... and I love my co-workers!  Most of them, anyway.  I've gotta hand it to them though -- they're a constant source of entertainment.  Between Carlos' witty banter and Rocky laughing at 99% of anything he says, we're always in for some laughs.

First off, Carlos has successfully gotten Rocky to start referring to me as "Kirbie Jo Lynn Carrington," which is a mix of a) my name b) the middle name Carlos made up for me and c) Heather Locklear's character on Dynasty, Sammy Jo Carrington, which coincidentally is the show I got my actual name from.  Carlos calls me that because he says I look like her.  It's all a relative at this point.  And in an effort to figure out who the hell Sammy Jo Carrington is, I googled her and found this gem of a video which pretty much validates that I am Sammy Jo Carrington part deux.  Well done, Carlita.  Well done.

The whole purpose of this post is to inform everyone of my new favorite saying.  I have my particular words and phrases that I use: babis, wee wah, WAGs, etc., however the other day Rocky was telling me this story about his four-year-old niece and how he was playing Wii tennis or something with her.  She was designing his little Wii avatar or whatever it's called and he was telling her he didn't like how it looked, when she looked straight at him and said, "You get what you get and you don't throw a fit."

Seriously.  How amazing is that?!  Forget "Keep Calm and Carry On," we have done one better, folks.  I have not ever heard of this saying, but I can guarantee you that when I have my gaggle of children that I am going to be utilizing that saying like it's nobody's business.

Carried Away...

I love Carrie Underwood Fisher, however what do you all think about this wedding dress?  I don't dig it.  It looks a little too modern for my liking, and I see her as such as classic chick.  Regardless, she looks stunning, and it's her wedding, so to each her own.  Maybe I'll change my mind once I see the full-length version.  Congrats again to the Fishers... not like I know you, but I love you both anyway.

Also, Mike is only 6'1''?!  I totally thought he was at least 6'5''ish.  Can't wait to get the magazine and read all about their nuptials!

Jul 14, 2010

Fekkai on E!

My current workplace was featured on my (hopefully) future workplace!  I work at a great salon on Melrose Place and we were featured on a few segments of E! News, specifically during Giuliana's makeover portion of the show.  It was exciting seeing my co-workers on TV last night doing their thing!  Great job Maurice, Begona and David!

It's a spiritual thing

Get on iTunes and download "Traits of an Excellent (Wo)Man" by Joyce Meyer!  This podcast really made me re-think even the smallest things in life that we always put off or think aren't a big deal, like pushing the grocery cart back to the bin, cleaning that last dish, putting the toilet paper back on the roll.  There is an audience of one watching -- God!  And the small things do matter, even if if you think nobody is watching.

Also, a touching message from my Bedtime Blessing book:

July 14th, 2010
" Jesus Christ stands at the door.  He holds out His hands that are scarred.  His feet are pierced, and He bears in His body the marks of death.  He says, 'I know the pressure you are under.  I understand the strain.    I know the unfair abuse.  But let me offer you some encouragement.  Don't be afraid.  Look at life through My eyes!  Stop letting life intimidate you!  Stop running scared.  Trust me!" 

Before I went to bed last night, I read that entry on accident instead of July 13th's blessing.  I was falling asleep and I was praying to God and then thought: I bet nobody stops to ask God how he's doing, or how he's feeling, or what's been on his mind lately.  We're always asking and needing him for something, but he's never once had to rely on us.  Isn't that amazing?  Anyway, I wonder what he would say if we could literally ask him all of those things. But this passage made me realize that no matter what we're going through, a strong dependency on God is important, and no matter what we need to be gracious.  Just imagine if someone was standing in front of you after going through the most disturbing and torturous abuse you could think of, yet he's reaching out his scarred hands to lend them to you.  True grace.  Maybe if we all started living for helping others and let love rule our lives we would all be living in a better state of mind.

As for July 13th's blessing, here it is!  Another great one:
"We must admit that we spend more of our time concentrating and fretting over the things that can't be changed -- than we do giving attention to the one that we can change, our choice of attitude.  Stop and think about some of the things that suck up our attention and energy, all of them inescapable: the weather, the wind, people's action and criticisms, who won or lost the game, delays at airports.
Quit wasting energy fighting the inescapable and turn your energy to keeping the right attitude.  Psalm 131:1." 

Verbal Diarrhea

The funny thing about being from Texas is everyone here thinks I'm conservative... and everyone in Texas thinks I'm liberal.  Let me be clear: I am very, VERY moderate.  I did not vote for McCain or Obama because, frankly?  I didn't agree with either of their platform whole-heartedly, and I felt like McCain might keel over and die in office and that Obama is the next JFK, and we all know how that story ended.

Just sayin'.

Most people hate moderates because they stay we don't stand up for a lot of things.  I'm going to call B.S. on that one, because if you know me at all you know I'll run circles around you proving cases and  making points.  I have no qualms telling a stranger smoking a cigarette that they are going to die, telling people with psychological disorders to get on medications and seek therapy; that if you live a selfish life, you will die alone, that if you don't put in effort and stop being lazy -- even for the smallest things, like washing your dishes or taking the grocery cart back to the bin -- you will not be blessed and reap the benefits that you are pining over.  My point?  I stand up and believe in a lot of things, but I'm not going to get all hot and bothered other the whole liberal/conservative stance.  At least not right now.

Anyway, this whole post has been spawned by an e-mail I received tonight by someone whom I have not had any contact with in probably five or six years.  Why this person feels compelled to send these mindless (however ironically they feel are compelling, intuitive and deep) mass e-mails to people (such as myself) who could literally give two craps about their political BS is beyond me, yet this is the second one I've received.   Frankly, I cannot even bear to read through the whole thing because I know I would end up just feeling embarrassed for this person.   I am all about freedom of speech, but say it on your own time, to people willing to listen -- don't directly e-mail me and advise me to read your recent website post.  You guys come here and read my blog because you felt inclined to do so.  Perhaps you like this blog . Perhaps you're making fun of me with your friends.  Perhaps you're envious, perhaps you hate me and need more fuel for your fire.  Regardless, you're here reading all of these words without me soliciting you to do so.  I would at least like the same courtesy, is that so much to ask?  Furthermore, you don't know my political stance.  While I'm very much moderate (I'm sure I'll get more conservative or liberal as I get older) and I respect everyone's opinions, you have to be cognizant of your audience.  It's like a right-wing conservative coming to West Hollywood and preaching about how gays should not be legally married.  I can guarantee you will not have a ton of support from Santa Monica Boulevard, the Kingdom for the Gays.  The same could be said if the situation was reversed.

So seriously, if you want me to respect anything you have to say, maybe take some time to really figure out who you're trying to reach and not just start spewing out verbal diarrhea to make a point.  Especially since your post seems to negate those of us who "agree to disagree" in social situations instead of making a stink and therefore making things incredibly awkward.  I'm all about intellectual stimulation, but spare me.

Anyway, I pity this person and any other poor soul who happened to receive this mass e-mail of complete and utter crap.  Hate to be blunt but someone's gotta say it.

Rolling Greens

Today, I went to a great event with my friend and co-worker, Besma.  She is french and pretty much fabulous!  So yesterday when I was at work and she asked me what I was doing tonight, I couldn't say no to joining her at the even tonight.

The setting was perfection for a summer's night: Rolling Greens, a beautiful nursery on Beverly.  I have found my new go-to place for my artsy friends... they have posh candles, elegant soaps, delectable cook books as well as dainty potted plants.

The night celebrated the two year anniversary of EcoStiletto and to commemorate the occasion we all got a nifty reusable grocery bag to fill with eco-friendly and organic swag, such as:

Greenworks, 99% naturally derived bathroom cleaner (by Clorox)
Tom's of Maine long-lasting mouth wash (cool mountain mint), Crystal Confidence 24-hour deodorant, Simply White toothpaste (clean mint)
O.N.E. Coconut water (mango and pineapple flavors)
Zhena's Gypsy Tea (we tried coconut soy chai tea and it was DELISH)
Jane Iredale cream blush in "clarity"

and many more!  So many vendors were there, including Nicobella (vegan organic dark chocolate truffles), Teens for Safe Cosmetics, eco|brow by Marco Ochoa... the list goes on!

We even had some great fair trade food from this gigantic bus.  Simply put, the night was a great success.

Ladies, I'm definitely going to do a post on Examiner.com regarding beauty brands and products to try, as well as products and ingredients to stay far, far away from!  Did you know that lipstick generally is made up of more than 60% of lead?  That's just cwazy.

Anyway, I guess I'll do a few more posts before I venture off to find some ESPY parties!

Jul 13, 2010

You'll be in my heart

Today I woke up and I got some FANTASTIC NEWS!  I'm not trying to jinx anything, but all I have to say is that I have two really great weekends ahead of me, which is great because I am desperately needing to be busy busy busy.

Also, I don't know what I'm doing correctly, but after doing some research and stats on my site, I noticed that for a brief moment somebody at E! Entertainment (a.k.a. "The Mecca") was checking out my site!  Who are you?  Come forward.  And then hire me.  If it's you, @kenbakernow, that would make me truly happy.

I'm still working on my books.  One is fiction, the other more of a conglomerate of interesting/humiliating experiences.  I've got the names picked out for both... and I'm going to hold Emily Giffin to proofing them when I'm finished.

By the way, I'm doing some online research on how you shop around your book ideas.  Do any of you know that process?  Do I send my copies to publishers and see who bites?  Does it have to be complete?  Or do you send the first few chapters and then they pick it up and you continue to write?  Please advise.

Also, I learned the 2011 NBA All-Star game is going to be in Los Angeles this year!  Super!  Looks like I'm going to be trying to find my way into working that shindig, or at least some parties for it.  Let the preparation begin...

Lastly, I'm so excited because I have been looking for a volunteer organization to get involved with and I think I found a great fit.  Dress for Success is a non-profit that helps disadvantaged women prepare to enter back into the workforce.  They provide suits for interviews as well as things like career coaching and training.  My co-worker, Besma, participates by doing their hair and making them feel good about embarking on their new life.  I felt so compelled by this (it made me cry hearing some of these stories) that I knew I had to be a part of the group!  I used to work at Career Services in college, so I formatted and created resumes as well as helped out with cover letters and mock interviews.  Turns out they need people with that type of background, so I'm going to apply and hopefully they'll take me.  I'm so excited!  I'm also thinking about becoming a Big Sister out here.  I miss my brother a lot, so maybe it will help to fill that void.  Anyway, if you all have any suggestions on other organizations I should check out, please send me an e-mail or better yet, comment!

PS: Don't forget to go and donate to the Kyle Korver Foundation or buy a shirt from Seer Clothing!  All profits go to a great cause!  This week I believe they're building handicap ramps.

Jul 12, 2010

Clean Sheet Night

Today is going to be Clean Sheet Night.  I'm rather excited.  Some weeks, Mondays are my Sundays, so today I spent a lot of time organizing, doing chores, running errands, etc.  I even rearranged my room!  I totally love the new layout and I cannot wait until I purchase myself a queen size bed.  That way when Mommis comes to visit we can share the bed :)  It smells really great too, thanks to my Wallflower.  Yum.

I'm so thankful for a myriad of things today.  I'm thankful that I have such fantastic friends -- four of them are coming out here in September to spend an extended weekend with me and see my new life in Los Angeles.  I'm thankful for my parents, both who do everything they can for me.  My dad is coming into town before he departs for Asia on Friday, so I'm going to get dinner with him after work.  He's apparently being sent with a few things my mom doesn't mail me.  I'm thankful for my mom because even though she's a little overprotective ("Kirb!  Don't talk to people at the mall.  I just watched E! Investigates and some guy is hanging out at malls and preying on beautiful women who are friendly enough to talk to him.  And then he murders them!"), she means well, and she's always had my best interest at heart.  Isn't that what Moms are for?  I'm thankful for my brother and that he's not a raging heathen, however you might think otherwise considering last night he piled into my parent's home with seven girls.  I seriously doubt I would ever be allowed to bring seven boys home at 11:00 at night, let alone to go swimming all together.  Anyway, I'm thankful for Nick because even though he might look five years older, he is my little baby.  He is always so sweet and sends me nice text messages right when I need them!

I'm thankful today that I took the time to go and hike Runyon.  You know how people say to do one thing a day that scares you?  Runyon Canyon scares me.  I'm always afraid that with my clumsiness that I'm going to slide down the hill and fall to my demise, surrounded by the million dollar mansions.  What a way to go, huh?  Anyway, I went for an hour-long hike today and it was beautiful.  It was hot, but it wasn't terrible.  The wind was brisk and the smell of it reminded me of October in Texas.  Once I got to the top of the hills, I was taken aback by how beautiful the city looked from up top.  Sure, there was smog in the distance, but it was just so pretty.  Sometimes I can't believe that I live here; I feel like I'm in college or perhaps living in an extended vacay type of world.  As I hiked, I listened to a Joyce Meyer podcast that was truly beautiful.  It was awesome to be alone and listening to the sermon with nature surrounding me.  Very cool if you ask me!  It put a new meaning to "quiet time."

Anyway, thank you God for all the blessings you have bestowed upon me.  And thank you, friends, for reading!  Scroll down and catch up on some posts.  I've done a few this past weekend!

Heart of a Champion -- Paul Wall, OUT TOMORROW!

Friends, family, and readers unknown,

Texas-bred rapper Paul Wall is releasing his latest album, Heart of a Champion, tomorrow!  That's right, go pick it up on July 13th.  Paul is an all-around good guy, with a heart of gold (in my opinion), and I'd love to see him rise to the top of the charts this week!

Getting involved

I feel the need to help out others.  It's been overwhelming me lately.  I am looking to get involved with Big Brothers, Big Sisters, but I also want to know of any other great organizations I can be a part of.  Please comment or email me with suggestions!

"I'm not gonna deny you an alpha beta peel!"

Most of you know my obsession with skin care. I have a highly detailed regimen that I began when I was thirteen, mostly because I was obsessed with magazines and celebrities. I was wearing SPF 30 before any of my friends knew about the damaging effects of UV rays. I should be Proactiv's next spokesperson solely based on the fact I've used their products for 10 years now... ironically I can't because I can't find one "before" photo to compare my skin to. And two years ago my aunt bought me a Clarisonic skin care brush because she saw it on Oprah, not knowing I'd been pining over this new technology eight months prior.

You get the point. If it involves skin, I want to know about it. So after reading Bergdorf Blondes a few years ago, I told my friends that I was going to get an alpha beta peel.

In the book, the character "moi"goes into a dermatologist's office and gets this face peel. Plum Sykes, the author, describes the experience as follows: Moi goes in and she sees a bunch of women exiting the doctor's office with glowing skin as if they had a "pregnancy glow." Moi then decides to get the procedure and endures a few minutes of minor tingling before leaving the place glowing brighter than the sun.

Me, being 20 at the time, felt I was in desperate need of an alpha beta peel. If a Bergdorf Blonde can get one, why shouldn't I? Such logical reasoning.

After a ton of research, I was set on an appointment at a local european spa, known for their luxurious facials and body wraps. I mean, if it's european, then it must be good. Why do you think all the celebrities are constantly taking trips to Capri and Florence?

I was leaving for New York City the next week to catch up on some much needed Yankees games. I was so exciting to get glowing skin before this trip because I just knew something magical was going to happen on my trip, and I had to look fabulous!

So let's fast forward to Saturday, the day of my appointment. I had booked online, which might have been the worst decision ever, because when I walked inside and sat down, nobody bothered to acknowledge me. This wasn't my first rodeo, and I knew that I was supposed to sign some paperwork... standard spa procedure. Yet that never happened. However the spa was tranquil and calm, and it was beautifully decorated. It wasn't like I had just walked into the ghetto and the floor hadn't been swept, and the technicians were reusing the same instruments. It looks nice and professional.

My appointment was at 1:00. It was approaching 1:20 and still nobody had said a word to me. I approached the front desk.

"Hello, I had an appointment at 1:00. Kirbie J.?"
The receptionist gives me a once over, inspecting my workout attire. She looks at the books.
"Oh. Yeah. Um, let me call your esthetician."

Finally! I was eager to get this show on the road. I wondered why the esthetician wasn't ready and waiting for such an important appointment. About five minutes later, she emerged from the back. I cannot remember her name for the life of me.

She gives me a once-over, similar to the receptionist. Did I have a third eye or something?

"Hey, so I hear we're giving you an alpha beta peel. You look too young to be doing this."
I look at her in shock. "Really?"

"Yeah. But I'm not going to deny someone a peel!" We walk towards the back. Why didn't she inform me of this before? I mean, I know my friends thought I was crazy for doing this, but I was getting the sensitive version of the peel. It was probably like the at-home kit I had, right?

The rest is a tad fuzzy. Things I remember: a dark room with spa-like music, something equivalent to a dentist chair, a brief cleansing from the esthetician, a small tingle, a larger burning sensation, a massive pain all over my face that can only be described as my face igniting, the lady going, “Oh, um, well usually the skin starts peeling a day after the treatment but yours appears to be peeling right now”; me crying, her drying my tears, me asking her to take the solution off, her pouring some kind of neutralizer on my face, me still crying; her using tweezers to peel off the skin, me shaking and crying, her asking if I had used any acne products that day (uh, yes), me starting to sob; her not talking.

Needless to say it was a horrible experience. At one point she gave me a handheld mirror so I could inspect my battle wounds. She was right, my face was starting to peel before it had even officially "burned" off. You know when you get a blister and it turns white from being in water, and then it peels off? That's what a majority of my face looked like. Talk about horrifying.

I still had to pay for the treatment regardless of the fact that I could have sued them for not getting my client info or asking any precautionary questions or telling me NO because I was 20-years-old asking for a maximum strength facial peel.

What happened to my face that day is a little hard to describe. This woman made me look like a decrepit third-degree burn victim. I couldn’t even open my mouth to yawn because it would break my skin. It turned red eventually and I looked like I had plastic on my face for a good five days.

I called in sick from work the following Monday because it was not only traumatizing for myself but I was not about to traumatize anyone who had to see me. Bless my co-workers hearts, when I got back on Tuesday they all tried SO hard not to laugh at my expense, because I seriously looked like I had a peel-off masque on my face but it was actually my own skin. Disgusting.

I still looked like shit on my way to NYC... and lucky for me, I was meeting Zac Efron the day after I arrived. I had asked my Uncle to get me the hook-up at The Today Show, where Zac would be promoting Hairspray. Uncle Rog pulled through and got me that connection I was dying to make. And I looked as red as the big apple itself.

I haven’t gotten another facial peel since, but I can’t go without saying that once all of the dead skin had finally peeled off – a day before I flew back to Texas – my skin looked FLAWLESS, which was what was described in the book. So Plum isn’t a complete liar, she just forgot the few minor details that you’d practically have to set your face on fire before you get to that “faux-pregnancy glow.”

For your enjoyment, here's a photo of my face with Zac Efron. Just looking at it makes my face hurt.



Wish the real world would stop hasslin' me

Title of this post brought to you by Matchbox 20... such a great song, and so relatable right now.

I received bad news last Thursday that's been bothering me all weekend.  I've been trying hard to shake it, because tomorrow is always a new day, and perhaps things will end up working out, but I can't get it off of my mind.  I was informed by my boss that I can't go home for Thanksgiving because we have black-out dates starting the day after Thanksgiving until Christmas Eve.  I was also informed that I can't go home for Christmas either because of seniority.  Trying to let God take care of this and ease my troubles... but I can't help being upset that I can't spend the holidays with my family, since they're the most important thing to me.

Maybe I'm being a baby about this. I'm sure a lot of you are accustomed to spending the holidays without family.  But I am super close with my own, and to me the holidays are times to spend with the ones you truly love and care for.   I'm sure if you're not spending it with your parents and siblings, you at least have a fiance, or significant others; grandparents, aunts and uncles, a cousin or two to spend it with. I don't have that security out here.  To say I'm slightly worried would be an understatement.

I would love for my family to come here, but if I have to work then there isn't a point for them to sit around Los Angeles without me, and I really don't want them spending the holidays in a hotel.   Flying home for two days and flying back doesn't seem like the most rational plan either.  I am getting my first taste of officially being alone in California.  Texas is my home, and because I had no plans to return to The Great State until the holidays, I was really looking forward to November and December.  I just hope that I don't wake up on Christmas morning alone in my apartment, yet I don't know who would be here if my family wasn't in town.  Who knows what I'll be doing by that point anyway... maybe if I am alone I will go to a soup kitchen to volunteer.  It could be a really great thing; a blessing in disguise.

I want to thank my family and friends for your constant support and also just ask that you pray for me, I'm feeling especially lonely out here in LA this month.

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While I love helping people out...

Hey guys,

While I love getting comments and e-mails about how great my blog is and how you guys enjoy the posts and layout, I'm not going to walk you through how to create a blog, how to design it and how to write your stories.  It's not my job, and people actually get paid to do stuff like that (they're called graphic designers, web designers and ghost writers).  Please be considerate and realize that while I would love to give everyone some general tips and direction,  I had to figure this stuff out on my own as well through a lot of research and a strong reliance on my education.

One other thing:  I'm a huge proponent of stopping piracy.  I hate it when people illegally download music and movies because the artists, crew and production team work really hard on their projects and should be rewarded (monetarily) for their efforts.  With that being said, I want to stop blog piracy as well.  I know what you're thinking... "blog piracy?"  Yes.  I'm creating a new term.  It's where you steal almost everything about someone else's blog but then slap your own name on it like you created it or something.  Yet you're stealing ideas, you're stealing designs, etc.  It's similar to copyright infringement, and if I could I would sue.  Let me explain...

I was getting a little antsy today when I realized that not one person, but three different people have "copied" (I hate to use that word) my blog.  I was minding my own business when Facebook's glorious newsfeed informed me of some status updates, which included some web links that I clicked on.  Turns out, these links led me to these people's personal blogs, where I was really shocked to see that they mirrored mine almost to a T.  I know they read my blog because they've commented to me about it before, so I'm not letting my imagination run wild.  Literally, one of the banners is an exact replica of one of my older banners that I created myself; they just slapped their picture (haphazardly) over mine.  Their blog is called "______ Goes to Hollywood."  Not even kidding.

While my idea isn't the most original, just a simple horse and pony blog,  I put a lot of work into it.  It's slightly upsetting that if someone feels like it, they can sign up on a website, steal a domain name and go on like it's not wrong.  Please, be original and make your blog your own!  I'm half-tempted to post the sites on here just to prove the blatant form of "flattery," if you'd like to call it that, but I'm going to refrain because that's rude.

End blog piracy TODAY.

Jul 11, 2010

Music Monday

1.  Boys in the Summer - Jessie James
     The country version of Christina Aguilera.  I love this song a little too much.
2.  Ordinary Girl - Hannah Montana
     I love me some Miley Cyrus.  I also enjoy how this song sounds acoustic at the beginning of it.
3.  Magic - B.o.B. feat. Rivers Cuomo
     B.o.B. is blowing up everywhere.  Anytime I hear this song on the radio, I see a massive pool party and people performing a choreographed dance routine.  It's that good.
4.  Undo It - Carrie Underwood
     It's Carrie, thus I love it no matter what.  I like it when performers sing songs that really don't relate to their life at all.  Carrie and Beyonce are always singing about these men who are complete drags, yet they're both happily married.  It's nice to see that not all music has a hidden meaning or story behind it.  They aren't open books!
5.  Little Wonders - Rob Thomas
     Rob is a beautiful song writer and I adore this song.  It's so peaceful and calming to listen to.  I also really like his song "Someday."
6.  Pyramid - Charice feat. Iyaz
    I'm glad I finally found this song on iTunes.  I searched for four weeks straight trying to figure out who the heck sang this song and furthermore what the title was.  I could not, for the life of me, figure out what she was singing.  Apparently it's the word pyramid, and here I am thinking she's singing pirouette, and pirolei (whatever that means), and then I thought Iyaz was saying something to the effect of "like a Birdman, like a Birdman, eh," which got me wondering if it was really Lil Wayne on the track and not Iyaz, and why in the world they digitally altered Wayne's voice so drastically.  Don't worry, it's not that complicated.  Anyway, Charice has huge backing by Oprah for being awesome, and she's even performed with Celine Dion.
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