Ian Somerhalder, Nina Dobrev & Paul Wesley - Nylon Magazine Photoshoot [February 2010]

Nada Mucho ...

Sometimes this happens.  Not often mind you, but sometimes.  I really have nada mucho to say today.  Not a whole lotta exciting going on in the Fulmer household right now.  And sometimes that's good.  I, for one, thrive on busyness, plans and go-go-going.  My mister, on the other hand, does NOT.  I LOVE to have plans.  I would be okay if our weekends were planned out months in advance.  However THAT stresses. my mister. OUT.  He'd be okay with coming home every weekend, watching movies and never changing out of our PJs.  Now don't get me wrong, I love me some of that.  Actually quite a bit.  But I'm quite girly (shocker) and like to get dressed up, put on make up and HELLO, accessorize.  Can't quite bust out the long and/or chunky necklaces, big earrings, costume (that turn my finger green) rings and bangle bracelets with the sweats.  Well ... SOME people can (and shouldn't) but it is not something I would recommend.  If I stay in PJ mode TOO long I slowly feel myself start to slip into a slightly haggish coma and sometimes fear that I may never come out ... all that said, thankfully Matt and I balance each other out to where he tones down my "where are we going?  who are we going with?  what's going on?  what are our plans?" poodle-like spaztic excitement and I bring him out of old man, hermit crab mode.  However, lately we've been doing a lot of hermit-like activity and I've REALLY enjoyed it.  It's been a bunch of movie-watchin', pj-wearin', take-out-eatin' fun time with my mister.  And NOW he's leaving to go out of town and it's making me miss him even MORE than usual.  Thanks, hermit weekends, thanks.  So, to prepare for him being gone until Friday and me leaving Friday to go to a mystery location with some girlfriends (don't get all excited, I'll tell you all next week, it's no where like Vegas, but still really fun!) and not having this weekend together we had a mini-at-home-date last night.  And I made this ...

(BBQ Chicken Pizza, the secret is Sweet Baby Ray's BBQ sauce.  AH-MAZING)

Had me some of this ...

(Which, HELLO $8.99 bottle of Riesling, nice to meet you, I think we're going to be GOOD friends)

And watched the rest of ...

It was a great little date-night if I do say so myself.  Now, looking back, I should of picked a fight with my sweet mister instead of had a fantastically at-home evening, so I didn't miss him so stinkin' much.  Doggoneit.

After our mini-date I made enough time to catch up on my DVR'ed Bachelor.  Except I didn't watch the rose ceremony.  I know, I know, that's the most important part, but I'm a drama junky so I got my fix.  And it was beyond time to go to sleep.  I'll catch up tonight.  Okay, so first off.  Michelle?  Um, hello wacko.  Thank goodness she finally kissed the man because if I heard her say "when I finally kiss him, it's going to be tongue down his throat, (gag) hair pulling (TMI), clothes ripping off (right) crazy!" again I am pretty sure I might have dry heaved.  Or screamed obscenities at the TV.  Which would've have surely scared my mister.  And maybe caused The Bachelor to be banned from our house.  Of course I'd blame it on the tourrettes.  And THEN, after she tells him she has to leave, and insults his kissing style, and tells him she just wants a husband (a phrase every man that's known a woman for 3 weeks wants to hear) she gets outside and in her "sob-sterview" she says "I had no idea.  He totally kicked me to the curb" (Excuse me, did you just say "kicked you to the curb"?  Do people even say that in the 2000's?  Have we gone back in time to 1998?)  I feel really bad for the people of OC with the TV representation they've gotten thus far between The Real Housewives and The Bachelor.  Two of my CLOSEST friends are from OC and they are not pumped full of collagen from head to toe, do not go crazy-eyed/bi-polar on men they've just met or talk about themselves and the things they have like they're bragging about their kids.  Which, in large doses can be bang your head against a wall annoying too, but far more acceptable in my opinion.  And I can't figure out if I like Vienna or not.  I mean, honey, don't come home and share every last detail of your romantic evening ... with a man that 10 other girls all want ... over and over again ... and wonder why they're annoyed with you.  If he were actually YOUR boyfriend, would YOU want some other girl coming to you and saying "OMG we did this, and then kissed this much, and then did this amazing thing ... " over and over again until you wanted to sew her lips shut?  I think not.  Beyond all that, it was your same drama filled (and I'm pretty sure some staged) episode.  And, of course, I can't wait until the next one.  Dang reality TV, you continue to suck me in every season.  And I'm pretty sure I've lost brain cells as a result.  Darnit.

Well that was quite long-winded for having nothing to say.  And now, Moody Blues (LOVE) has just come on my online radio and I am going to bid you adieu and enjoy.  Um, maybe I'm more old-lady than I think ... ?

Nail-Biting-Commitment-Phobe ...

This post may look familiar.  Maybe because I did it here?  Well I'm trying again ... that being, trying to rid myself of the acrylics.  Why you ask?  Well, not only is it expensive, bad for your nails and I'm sure, in some way better for the environment (I mean, doesn't everything that's opposite of what you've normally done since before going green was a world-wide phenomenon turn out to be better for the environment?  No?  Just me?)  But the sad MAIN reason is I'M just SUCH A PROCRASTINATOR I can't even make it to get my nails filled.  I know.  Absolutely ridic.  And then what happens when I actually have the time (i.e. am not too lazy to get myself to the NAIL SALON, come on ...) I've not budgeted enough of my weekly budget cash to be able to get them done.  So then, I put it off another week and when I have the $ in the budget, I'm too lazy to get myself there.  I mean seriously Kate, what do you have to do that is SO time consuming and/or tiring that you CAN'T MAKE IT TO GET YOUR NAILS FILLED!?!?  This then becomes a vicious cycle until finally, they get so grown out disgusting that I feel like the ladies with the curly nail acrylics that, in my opinion, should be illegal to have done.  I mean, I have no idea how they even open their car door let alone do something important like, oh I don't know, say, wash your hair or for heavensakes USE THE RESTROOM!?!?  And what if you have to pick your nose (come on, you know you all do it, whether with your finger or a tissue, it has to be taken care of ...) I guess they just use tweezers?  Ick and ack.  Not to mention they've got to have several weeks worth of food, dirt, other people's hair, and/or small animals living underneath them.  SICK OUT.  Please tell me you've seen these long, disgusting nails and know what the hay I'm talking about ...

VOM.MIT.  But let's at least give her props for putting all the players of her favorite basketball team ... or all her baby-daddys ... or all her children ... on her curly nails.  I'm betting she may be a carnie ... But that's neither here nor there.  So, moving right along.  Without further adieu here are my knubby little stems ...

Anyone want to take bets as to how long this will last?  I was going with 45 minutes but it's been 4 days so it looks like I lost ... to myself.  The issue, and you will know if you read my previous post or my oh so appetizing post on peeling, is that I peel the patootie outta my cuticles.  And like I said in that previous post, I have NO idea I'm doing it.  It's so bad that my dad, mom AND mister will all, from time to time, pop me on the hand and I look at them like "WHAT THE H WAS THAT FOR?!?!" when APPARENTLY (according to them) I've been picking the business out of my cuticles for the past 30 minutes/entire movie/whole day (pick one) and not have even KNOWN it.  Unfortunately, (to my dismay since I'm ready and MAYBE a little too excited to pop them back) they have proof when they grab my hand and it's as raw as a piece of tuna sashimi and is looking at me as if to say "What did I ever do to you!?!?!  I feed you, I scratch what needs to be scratched, I wear your promise to your mister oh so beautifully and even let you turn me green with the cheapo rings you buy, and I let you paint me in the face time and time again and what do you do, you RIP ME TO SHREDS!!!"  So, my dear fingers.  I am giving you a break.  Hopefully it's permanent.  But we shall see.  I think the last one lasted all of a month.  Until my fingers hurt so bad I crawled back to the nail salon on my knubs and knees and begged them to give me a full set.  Here's to hoping for a life of acrylic-free nails.

Wordless Weekend ...

You Inspire Me....

I love France! The culture, the language, the style! (My friends and I are going to Paris next year!) I was looking up new haircuts and I feel in love with a cut called the "Gamine cut". Audrey Hepburn had one; and as I google and come across more images (especially french celebs) I'm convinced its time for a cut! Audrey Tatou makes me want to cut my hair myself! I'm in a stage where I need to change. I'm boring myself; and that's not a good look.


Anyway, I wen to see The Young Victoria with my friend Beatriz and I have to say I absolutely loved it! Victoria and Albert's love story was so beautiful! I also love Emily Blunt and Rupert Friend (swoon worthy; Mr. Wickham in Pride & Prejudice US version) so maybe I'm a swayed easily. Anyway, it made me think of modern day romance, or the lack thereof really; and how we're so comfortable with it. I am sorry, I love the sonnets, the letters, etc. I'm not saying be cheesy to the point I will vomit (lol), I'm just saying can we put romance back into romance?

TGGGBOFIF!

I know.  You're thinging "What the ... ?"  That, my friends, stands for "Thank Goodness Gracious Great Balls Of Fire It's Friday"  No idea why, but that song was stuck in my head yesterday.  So I ran with it.  I'm going to warn you, today's going to be scatterbrained.  I can feel it.  I don't have much to talk about, EXCEPT I DO have a bang update.  The bangs are now a little more bangin' (sorry I just couldn't help it).  And you want to know why?  Because I WASHED MY HAIR.  The picture I took yesterday was after I hadn't washed my hair since (prepare to be shocked and maybe a little disgusted) two nights before (gasp!)  Used to, before I stopped taking BC (don't get too excited, I stopped because it was making me crazier than a mental patient that's had too much coffee and not enough meds and my poor mister was having to take the full force reprocussions of me turning into a scary, hormonal, medusa of a wife) my hair was not ... oily.  But now, if I run a brush through it, or lay down, or put on a hat, or look at it wrong in the mirror, it all the sudden looks like someone took a spray bottle full of motor oil, pointed it at my scalp and sprayed 152 times.  SO I'm going to let you in on a little secret to cure the motor oil syndrome, but after I show you how my banglets have turned into bangles!  And then fo reals, we're going to stop talking about my bangs.  Because it's starting to annoy ME.  And make me feel a little self-centered.  So I can only imagine what it's starting to do to all of you.

  (Hello orange face.  MUST. LAY. OFF. BRONZER.  I really can't stop.  It's a problem)

See?  See them peekin' out?  I think it's safe to say that it's at least DISTINGUISHABLE that I have some sort of bangage.  So until I get my hair highlighted again, I'll be happy with that.

Okay, on to the best thing ever.  Dry shampoo.  Yes, you heard me right.  And it's from none other than T&G (it's strange that I'm promoting them so much when they do, in fact, ROB ME BLIND!)

Life. Changing.  You just spray this stuff into your roots, wait a second and then brush it through.  Because sometimes (okay, let's face it all the time) you'd rather sleep an extra 45 minutes than wake up, shower, dry and straighten your hair.  This is also the reason that I have 2 billion head bands.  And hair clips.  And hats.  Easy ways to cover-up a bad hair day (Which, when people say that, it just means it's dirty.  Let's just face facts here)  If you're interested you can always go pick some up at T&G OR get it here.  Happy dirty hair days ladies!

Okay, onto more ramblings.  My mister is getting Lasik today.  I know it's weird I haven't mentioned it, but it's because I DIDN'T KNOW!  Ha.  This is so my husband.  He decides he wants to do something and he MAKES IT HAPPEN.  This is how this went, I get an email from him on Wednesday:

Mister:  I wanted to talk to you about something, I've been thinking about getting Lasik for awhile and wanted to know if you're okay with that?

My email back:  Of course, that sounds like a great idea!  Definately look into it!

(10 minutes later I get a phone call)

Mister:  Okay, I have a consultation tomorrow.

Me:  WOAH, that was quick (laughing).

(The next day after the consultation)

Mister:  They give a discount if you get it done within the same week of your consultation, so I'm getting it done tomorrow.

Me:  (Soft giggling at him) That's exciting sugar.

That's just how he is though, it's hilarious.  We'll talk and talk about something, he'll go look at it, or talk to a salesman or get a wild hair and have it purchased in less time than I have to look at the price tag.  Such a funny boy my little accountant is.  So if ya'll think about it, pray for this handsome boy ...

At about 4pm today.  Isn't this picture funny by the way?  We were at Matt's best friends and his wife's house for her or his birthday ... I can't remember, they're really close together ... and Matt was sitting on the counter (While me and his bf's wife were dancing in the kitchen to a good ole' mix of George Michael, Prince and Micheal Jackson.  Oh how I love all those men) and he jumped off and BROKE THEIR DISHWASHER HANDLE!  With his hiney!  And that is exhibit A in his hand.  I told him it was because he has such a rock solid tush.  HA!  Needless to say he had it ordered and delivered to their house within a week of breaking it.  Like I said.  Makes things happen.

So thanks for the prayers and I hope you lovelies have a GREAT weekend!  We will be doing a whole lot of nothing but putting eye drops in eyes and watching the BOYS beat the HECK outta The Vikings!  GO COWBOYS!!!

She Bangs, She Bangs ...

Oh baby when she moves, she moves ... hopefully you can tell from my little intro that the votes were UNANIMOUS.  Bangs it was and bangs it is!  Well, sort of ... So I went to T&G on my way home from work yesterday.  And told them I wanted to cut bangs.  When you say "cut bangs" does it or does it not imply that you want to be able to actually TELL a difference from having grown out bangs and having ones that are, oh I don't know, say on your forehead?  I would think so, but maybe that's preposterous.  Don't get me wrong the girl was super sweet and did a good job (on the tiny bit she did) but HELLO timid.  This is the problem, I either get someone that is so afraid to be "bang offensive" that they're terrified to cut them (seriously, she grabbed my then long bangs, made a snip to make them a little less long bangs and then said "how's that, short enough?" ... um, no ...) OR I get the snip-happy guy (no, this literally happened, I will post a picture for proof) where he makes me look like a 3 year old child that somehow snuck the scissors away from her mom and then 10 minutes later emerges from her room and says "Look mommy, I cut, I cut!"  See exhibit A for proof of such occurance ...

Now let me explain before you all go saying "That's not that bad, you look cute!"  This is after several practice rounds of "fixing the disaster".  When I left the day of my appointment, the dude, who was their highest level cutter ... that doesn't sound right, but you know what I mean ... ROLL BRUSHED those puppies.  They were bouncing like one of those bouncy balls you get for $0.25 at the front of the grocery store after you bounce it too hard and accidentally lose control of it.  Seriously.  People were looking at me like "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry ..."  I swear when I went to pay the lady at the front desk LITERALLY looked at me like "Is she going to pay for that, because I wouldn't fight her if she doesn't".  My "colorist" told me that she actually thought I'd never come back.  But OH, I did.  I guess I'm just a glutton for punishment. 

So, needless to say, I went home yesterday and (much to my fear and nervousness) took a pair of scissors to them myself ... and they STILL don't look like real bangs!  So, I've decided that when I go get my hair colored the next time I'm going to ask for bangs.  Again.  And see if they decide to grant me my wish.  Here are pics of my bangs (or lack there-of) ...

Well hello orange iPhone pictures, so nice of you to be ... well, orange.

I know.  Super anti-climatic.  Hopefully one day I'll have REAL bangs that I can show you all, but for now, it looks like I'm stuck sportin' the banglets ...

Thank you for all your votes!  I do have a confession to make.  I was going to make the chop no matter what the vote was.  But I SO appreciate all your taking time give me your sweet opinions (and comments)!  Oh, and if you didn't see my husband's comment please go look.  Hilarious.  He came home and said "Were you serious?  Did you really pay $100 for conditioner?"  Isn't he special ... my sweet little gullible mister.  I guess my humor isn't apparent enough.  I'm not sure it's possible for me to be any more sarcastic.  But I will sure rise to the challenge.  For his sake of course. 

Happy Thursday loves, it's ALMOST Friday!!!