May 19, 2012

Goodbyes can go to hell

Friday night, two hearts were broken. I'm sure more were affected, but I can only be sure of the two.

I know it sounds dramatic, but it's the correct word, and it's the only one to explain how I feel.

It wasn't due to a boy or a death, which most would associate heartbreak with. I think the most powerful, helpless form of heartbreak has to be the inevitable goodbye. It sucks. And Friday night, at the stroke of 12:00, Taryn and I had to see off our dear friend Emily, as she left California a law school graduate and entered her real life in Texas.

I guess we should have expected this. I mean, we both knew she was coming out for law school. Inside, though, I always thought she'd stay and do her law thing here. But with a great job and family (including a year-old niece and another babe on the way), LA is a hard sell. I mean, Texas is home for all of us, and there's been plenty of times that myself and Taryn (I'm sure) have thought, for a second, about the luxury of living back in The Great State.

I hate goodbyes. I feel like the last few years have been full of them. 

2008: Saying goodbye to the Chain Gang -- my dearest, closest friends from college 
2009: Leaving Texas, my family, friends (and boyfriend at the time) for Los Angeles
2010: Ending a relationship
2011: Watching my brother say goodbye to high school, and thus watching him leave behind his childhood

Which leads us here. What's bizarre is that all of these events have happened the same time EVERY year!

I've known Emily since 4th grade. She and my friend Bailey (who, ironically, lives out in Los Angeles now too) gave me my first nickname, Kirbs, at a bowling alley. We stuck together through middle school and stood by one another during all of the ridiculous high school drama, including boyfriends cheating on us, sorting through lies regarding "he said/she said," and watching a friend go through anorexia, something I think both of us will never, ever forget.

We shared having a close-knit family and a strong faith; she came to my Grease themed movie-watching party where we witnessed an entire back row of high school students making out with one another. We attended Disciple Now together almost every year, were on every council high school had to offer, and took most (if not all) of the same classes. I have about 100 notes in a scrapbook circa 6th–9th grade that we'd write each other during class and pass off in the hall. We'd play MASH, ask about who was dating who, and make signs for one another to put in our binders. During our obsession with Coyote Ugly, she made a sign indicating herself (eerily) as "The Law" and myself? "The Dreamer." (I have a sick, photographic memory.)

She was there for me when my aunt was murdered. She brought me a Frappacino when my first serious boyfriend broke up with me and my parents were on a vacation. We spent Fridays at football games together and summers at the lake. She's seen me at my worst (bad breakups, acting like a snotty bitch at the birthday party she helped plan, and my reenactment of the Britney Spears Pepsi commercial where I was, yes, Britney), but also at my absolute best.

Then we parted ways during college. We stayed in touch, but that's where she met Taryn, and it all came full circle when the three of us made the move to LA. 

I never thought I'd have to say goodbye like that again, especially to the same person. I remember before we all left for college, the group of six met in the parking lot at Berry Creek Country Club and chatted for awhile before the impending doom was set upon us: we had to say goodbye. The whole time I was trying to keep my composure, but I felt so sick about it that I could barely even speak. And when we did say goodbye, there were tears. A lot. Like those really terrible sobs in the car on the way home.

And then we were off.

One thing I'm so thankful for is having Emily out here the same time I made the move. The transition was difficult, but she made it easier. She introduced me to Taryn, who is one of my closest friends here, and someone who (in a short time) I feel is a confidant and truly care about. I'm thankful for that because you always hear about the competitiveness between new besties and old besties, and all three of us we our own little clan together, each uniquely connected to the other. 

Em also made sure to invite me out with her classmates when they'd have parties, which expanded my network of friends, something I'm also thankful for. I remember when I came back from Christmas vacation, I wanted to make sure we spent as many weekends together as possible because she'd be graduating soon. 

And then "soon" turned into "six weeks!" and that turned into "10 days!!!" Two Fridays ago, she drove me to LAX and we grabbed In 'N Out, and, she doesn't know this, but I cried in the airport after she dropped me off, because I knew that was probably the last time that would ever happen here.

I am going to miss my friend. I will miss not being able to swing by her apartment after work to grab a drink, or get ramen, or a snow-cone. (My favorite!) I'll miss the events, like horse racing and the Marine Corps Ball and Bar Reviews she'd like me tag along to. And I'll miss getting to vent to her regularly and disclosing what kind of debauchery I got myself into the night before. But I know I will get through it; I've done this more times than I've ever wanted or considered having to do. 

Why does growing up suck sometimes? It's pretty crappy. True friends might not see each other all the time, and they may not even talk on the phone very much, but when they're back together, it's like no time had passed at all. Yes, that's so unoriginal and it's been said plenty of times before, but I know that's how it will be with Emily, much like it is with my other close friends. But it still doesn't make it hurt less.

Em, I'm proud of you! I've said it a thousand times, but I'm going to miss you and don't want you to go... but you're already gone so I might as well shut the hell up. :) Love you. (Cue adorable yet horrifying photo collage... now.)

May 6, 2012

Colette Falla


This is long, long overdue! But I'm trying to keep up with the blog a lot more lately.

New music time!

You should always support your friends, so I'm here to support one of mine on his new business venture. Colette Falla is my friend Jerren's roommate, and she currently released her debut single called "Underwater." I love British singers and the single has a retro sound which is very similar to the likes of Adele, Duffy, and even Amy Winehouse, given, like Colette, they're all British and all have a vintage vibe. One word I'd use to describe it is sultry. 

"Underwater" was co-written with Jerren and Johan Carlsson from Carolina Liar.

Photo by Kelly Wilson

She's gaining a lot of steam over in the UK with "Underwater," and currently the single is out on iTunes. Take a listen and if you like, spread the word here in the US! She's currently on a promo tour and she'll be in Austin this upcoming weekend performing. Maroon 5 even gave a little signal of approval by tweeting the video.


I'm really excited to hear one of her other songs that's been getting some buzz -- there's a lot of people in the industry who are anticipating a full album, and my friend Taryn said there's a song about a hangover that has a fun Katy Perry vibe. Which, really, who doesn't like a good hangover song? If you want to hear it, support her music so she can get her songs out there!


Big Rich Texas: A Review

Against my own will, I've succumbed to Big Rich Texas. I watch it religiously, every Sunday, and sometimes when there's a marathon, I'll put off hitting the gym. I actually started watching it because I feel such a huge ownership over anything Texas (like I own the state or something) and I wanted to see what kind of shenanery was about to go down. Because if you know me, you know I hate nothing more than the Texas stereotype: that we're all hicks, ride horses, wear cowboy hats and boots, have giant hair, were all in pageants at one point, etc.


I'm a Texas girl. I drink whiskey. I wear cowboy booties (they're cuter). I like college football, I know how to line dance; I know what constitutes as good Tex-Mex food and what doesn't, I know how to make a margarita (a good one), and sometimes, if under the influence, I run around yelling "DON'T MESS WITH TEXAS!" (Which, obviously, is how I refer to myself... intoxicated.) Furthermore, I know the true meaning of hospitality, politeness, and enjoy country music. 

However, I hate horses. They terrify me. I will never ride one ever again. I'm not a hick. Contrary to my old boss, I actually grew up in a well-populated area, in a suburb, right outside of Austin. I was born in Houston. (Big city). I went to college in Fort Worth, and frequently traveled to Dallas. (Two huge cities.) Refuse to wear a cowboy hat. Sorry. I was never in a pageant, and while I have friends who were and are still a huge part of the pageant scene, I find that some pageant girls like to flaunt their prize-winning beauty around because they have nothing better to talk about and they really need to focus on learning how to wear their makeup from day-to-day since pageant makeup is out. of. control. Thankfully the people I know in pageants are nice, normal human beings. :)

Anyway, what does this have to do with Big Rich Texas? Well, watching, it pretty much plays up all those stereotypes and then some:

Plastic Surgery
During the tell-all, all the women (the mothers) discuss all the surgeries they've gotten: breast augmentations (Bonnie even says she had her boobs "installed"), some kind of hand rejuvenation so  they match their new faces, etc. They've all gotten Botox, and a few have had rhinoplasties. I mean, most of the mothers look great. More power to them. But it gets a little crazy when 5'2'' Whitney wants DDD breasts because her role model is Pamela Anderson. Oh, and I can't leave out the fact that Leslie wanted to encourage Kalyn, who's 18, to get lipo so she could improve Leslie's pageant business. Good times. (Note: I have nothing against plastic surgery but Whitney does NOT need bigger breasts and encouraging your child to get lipo at 18 is ludicrous.)
Hicks
Kalyn is Leslie's Goddaughter, so I'm not sure how disgusting this is technically, but it's pretty foul. Kalyn starts a huge drama when she starts sleeping with Leslie's son, Tyler. I know they're not blood related, but COME ON. This is why people around the country think we're all a bunch of heathens in Texas. That we're all backwoods hicks that date within our families. That's disgusting. I mean, she refers to him as her brother at one point. I'm sorry... but I have no affectionate feelings for my brother beyond platonic, and that he's my brother. It's grossing me out thinking about this. I need a Xanex.

Crazy Moms and Cliques
I feel like Texas has this persona of having a bunch of Moms that don't do anything except shop a lot and get in each others' business, and are constantly judging how other moms parent, or, on the opposite end, that they're neurotic crazy people who yell and scream and hoot and holler, and pretty much have no brains that God gave a dishrag. And that's pretty much all depicted in this show. Case and point: crazy Deyanni, who is literally the epitome of an overbearing mother, yells in her daughter Shaye's face before slapping her in front of her friends (and their mothers) after breaking a rule. You can frequently watch footage of her squawking at Shaye during cheer practice, bludgeoning her vocal chords in the process, or calling Shaye "Sasquatch." One thing she should have learned from all that cheer practice? Yell from your diaphragm!

Also, at one point or another, all of the moms yell and scream at each other, call each other bitches, meddle in everyone's business, throw drinks on each other at parties, try to get people kicked out of town and eliminated from elite groups, like the Fashionistas (I hate that word), which is all about making Dallas huge in the fashion scene.

The only thing missing is them causing riots at church bake sales, right?

Pageants
Yes, pageants are huge in the south. And I have nothing against them. I've just been rubbed the wrong way by some pageant girls, so it makes me wonder why it's so important for them to tell everyone they're "Miss _____."
It's like if Gisele was running around telling everyone "Guess, what? I'm beautiful, rich AND married to Tom Brady!" or Oprah was like, "I make about 10 times more than what your entire life costs." No need to boast, ladies! I love a humble pageant queen. But anyway, I hate how they make them such a huge ordeal in the show -- Melissa was decrowned?  No! She never WAS crowned because she got pregnant! Oh HEAVENS, have mercy! Quite the scandal. And Leslie's entire livelihood is to help girls win pageants; Kalyn was her puppet to help promote it all.
They make pageants out to be like the second coming of Jesus when it's a rather petty thing to get in fights about (or in Kalyn's case, get lipo for).

The only people I find somewhat sane (although pretty bitchy at times) is Connie. She has her own store, Uptown Consignment; I think she's a single mom and is doing well to raise her daughter, and I think she's a very beautiful Texas woman. And if Pam wasn't completely bitter about everything, didn't curse and scream at the drop of a hat, and didn't try to bulldoze everyone around her, I like the relationship she has with her daughter.

But who am I to judge? It's reality television. It's highly unlikely that none of this was staged, and I wouldn't be surprised if this group didn't know each other from Adam -- instead, they were thrust upon each other and left to their own devices.

Texas, you're so much better than this show. Especially you, Dallas! (I looooooove Dallas.) But, in true Texas fashion, I have to say this: I don't know any of these women, and while reality TV can make the worst of people, I'm sure these ladies all have fantastic qualities and aren't as nuts as the show makes them seem. In fact, I'm sure thanks to alcohol, and some egging on, they probably received what I like to call the "Hollywood treatment." (Also known as the magic of editing.)

Sending all of my Lone Star love,
Kirbie

May 5, 2012

Hair Chalking and Balayage Highlights -- at home










If you haven't heard about the chalking trend, it's basically a way to incorporate bright colors in your hair without going to the salon and risking a nasty dye job. It washes out in the shower, but there's some things you need to know before you decide to go to town on your hair. 

And, having lived through it myself, heed the following: don't flat iron or curl your hair while it's chalked or it will stain your hair (at least for blondes). I actually don't mind having some subtle, cotton candy pink in my hair, because I feel like the chalk I used was too bright of a pink and made me look like a punk rocker (which I can't pull off very well at all). So depending on if you want a more permanent look, curl or straighten your hair and THEN chalk away.



Also, here's a teaser for our upcoming DIY balayage video! Balayage is my favorite form of highlights, and I did it myself -- at home -- for a video on Bella. Turned out great! The video should post this week.


Lastly, need some inspiration for Mother's Day gifts? Here are my top picks for Mom!

(I'm making a real wonky face in this still, haha)

All of our videos can be found on BellaSugar.com and our Youtube channel!

May 2, 2012

Not abandoning ship

Hi!

As you can probably tell, I've been too busy indulging myself in Instagram and Twitter (oh, and that thing called "work") but I have a bunch of new thoughts and ramblings coming up soon -- including Stagecoach and new music. (That's you, J!)

Unfortunately I don't get home until late these days, and when I do get home, I like to sleep. And tweet. And laugh at ABC7 News because it's pure comedy -- which I'm not sure is what they're going for, but it's amusing nevertheless.

Also, I've decided to subject myself to (more) complete and utter humiliation, so be sure to keep your eyes out for a ton of new posts on Mentervention.

I hate to be this person, but meh, I don't even care at this point. Check out my Twitter (it's where I spend most of my time, social media-wise these days) and as always I'm pretty much in a video every day on BellaSugar. So if you care to see me and learn about any and every beauty tip, trick and secret you can think of... check it out!


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