Learn to dance in the rain

What is wrong with me? I haven't blogged like my normal self in weeks. Ugh. Its not like I don't wanna... I do! Its almost like I don't have anything to write about. Psh. Partly I dont have too much going on and partly I don't want to sound like a total shallow airhead who can only talk about the latest eye shadow or chick flick coming out.. it just seems that that is all I feel like sharing. Believe me, if you wanted to hear about my thoughts on McCain-Clinton-Obama's individual plan for taxation if they were elected, dude I could give it to you. Just ask my girlfriends that received a rambling email last night venting about it. haha. But I won't. So what else is there? Randomness about to ensue...

I am so over The Hills. Just annoying. I know you are saying -whatever Ruth I was over it a year ago- don't lie no you weren't. But we both should be over it now. All of it. Team Audrina all the way, Lauren. Sorry chica.
I finally purchased Bobbi Brown's Totally Bare Glitter Lip Gloss from their summer Nudes Collection that I raved about forever ago, and it is even more wonderful than I even dreamed. Ahhhhhh-mazing. Why did I wait so long? But why does it come in such a leeeetle tube that costs 20 smackaroos. Argh.
I am officially done with my job at the church June 1st and am counting down the days! What next? Great question.
I am going to see Radiohead this coming Saturday with my sister. I don't think I am cool enough to go. Seriously. I don't know why but I feel I should be more alternative-hippieish or something. But then, I am going to New York City next weekend with the ladies in honor of Miss Rachel's nuptials. Shoot I know I am cool enough for the Big Apple. Its like the mother ship is calling me home... or maybe that's just Jenn's voice. :)
Even though I know she won't, I would love love for Whitney to win ANTM tomorrow night! We, America, need a plus-size normal-sized woman to win. I would love it. For the rest of us "normal" folk. Man we should all be lucky enough to be as small as Whitney. But I think its going to be that total airhead Ania. However I got these interesting stats from Sephora that should make us all think and realize how fickle beauty really is:
1720: The bigger the mouth, the hotter the girl. Beauty points for girls with a big schnoz to match. 1890: Behold the measurements of a perfect woman: 5'5" and about 160 pounds. Wahoo! 1950: Two words: Marilyn Monroe. No, wait, make that platinum blond. And yes she was size 12. 1980s: Out of necessity, the word "Supermodel" is invented to describe the catwalk glamazons trolling fashion shows with their big hair, long legs, and dingy rocker boyfriends. I think its time for retro - like real vintage - to come back!
I actually really liked What Happens in Vegas. Despite having a totally retarded cliche ending (even by my standards) I thought it was funny. And they had one good bronzer on staff. When you see it you will know what I am talking about. But I would say its a go to see.
I hung out with some random sailor guys from Germany and Australia at our local Chili's tonight (remember we live by the water but still I don't know where my sister meets these people) but they proceeded to make fun of - well everything about me - but specifically my pink-tipped nails. Gasp. Whatever! I am so now I don't care what you say. But yes I have pink-tipped nails. And think they're fab. And they are.
I don't personally think Jessica Simpson and Tony Romo really broke up. Just wait and see. But Lord knows I wish they would. I want my chance to claim me some Romo. But John Mayer and Jennifer Aniston are the weirdest hook up ever. What is homegirl thinking? Johnnyboy chews up and spits out ladies like her for brunch. He is not going to pull an Ashton, girlfriend. Don't say I didn't warn you...
New self-tanning product I am dying to buy : Givenchy Tan To Go. I think it is a lot like my beloved Guerlain Terracotta Spray Bronzer Powder Mist but its a smidgen cheaper, getting rave reviews and I am always about trying out new products. Dang it why won't someone pay me to do this!!! Sadly this day in age it seems that everyone thinks they're a beauty and cosmetic connoisseur. Freaking posers.
I have been having to learn the lesson (for a whyyyyyyle now) that I think can be perfectly summed up by the hope that "God doesn't waste a hurt" which my old pastor told me once. Basically in constant survival mode. But then I got one of those emails today (you know - the ones your mom sends you) that I usually ignore and chalk up to cheesy, but in a simplistic way it really spoke to me : Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle. Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... its about learning to dance in the rain.