Decisions, decisions.
This is how I wound up with enough nail polish in my bathroom to start a Bad Kitty Mani- Pedi- Spa and salon.
Let's make believe for a nano-second that I won't go back to Walgreens and buy both. Anyone care to help me pick the best color?
Obviously these wigs had to be locked up. Otherwise some (like ME) would steal 'em. Because OMIGODYOUGUYS, I love fake hair.
Photo taken at the totally sketchy "flea market" near my sister's house in North Carolina. I was in heaven, although I did throw away the $1 lipstick because it tasted like a crayon.
- Cat/BadKitty
PS, does this picture remind anyone else of that old lady porn mag, "Grey Box"?
The Clever Girls at Blogalicious. Obviously I'm the one on the right, Sheila on the left and Stefania in the middle. Photo credit: Leiticia Barr
Last week I attended the fantastic Blogalicious Conference in Atlanta, GA. It was definitely one of the best blogging conferences I've ever been to, in terms of size, connecting with like-minded women and all-around organization.
And to think, I almost didn't go.
You see, Blogalicious 09 was the first blogging conference for women of color, and while I am many things, including colorful, I am as white as you can get.
So why did I attend?
Well, when my Clever Girls Collective partner (and BFF) Stefania suggested that we attend, I have to admit that my first thought was that there wasn't a place for me at the conference, and I questioned whether or not I should go.
But then at BlogHer during the Ford Factory Field Trip, I met the delightful MamaLaw Justices Fergie, Ny and Jonesie, the women who organized Blogalicious. And I heard that my buddies Heather B. and Renee J. Ross would be there. And I'd see Carol, my Uptake.com travel writing colleague. And new friends Mommy Niri and Letiticia/TechSavvyMama were going.
Not to mention that my other Clever Girls partner, Sheila would be there, and Stefania was giving the opening remarks!
I decided to go because so many people I respect and care about would be there. How could I miss such a good party?
Hey, in case you're blind to the color pink, here's a reminder that it's Breast Cancer Awareness month. Please do a self-exam,
and if you're 40 or over, schedule a mammogram.
No, it's not going to be the best feel up you've ever had, but it could save your life. I did it and lived to tell the tale over at 40whatever.
Look, I know you're avoiding and putting it off. We all do! I "forgot" to make my appointment for almost a whole year! Just remember that it's worth the effort, because if you have breast cancer lurking in your tatas, early detection can save your life.
And hey, if you really don't feel like even doing a self-exam, chances are there's someone around who wants lend a hand and grab your sweater puppies. Everyone loves touching boobs!
Grab your melons for health!
In May I turn 40. My BFF Stefania hits the delightful mammogram milestone in October.
We've
been talking about how to celebrate -- visit to Paris, do yoga in New
Mexico where we can engineer an accidental meeting with Val Kilmer, or
see Barry Manilow twice in one month.
Oh, wait, we did the Barry thing last year, so maybe this year we can meet Cher. Or Stevie Nicks. Whatever antics we come up with, of course we'll write about it, because that's what we do.
Obviously that means we need another blog. Say hello to 40 Whatever.
This is my professional style writer opinion: People, get a clue! J-Simp is a curvy girl with terrible taste in clothes.
But let's get one thing straight, Jessica's not fat, she's stacked.
She's been through the "high-waist-mistake fat wringer" before. For an illustration, please see the photo above from The John "I'm A Tool" Mayer Era.
Perhaps this time will teach her to donate all -- yes, Jessica all -- of her high-waisted pants to Goodwill or Dress for Success. This style will always look bad on her, no matter how much/poorly she accessorizes.
Leaving aside her wardrobe shortcoming, there is not a (straight) guy out there who wouldn't be pumped to hang out in a hot tub with a bikini wearing Jessica, right now. They might request ear plugs, to avoid hearing her inane chatter, but she would score high on any T&A assessment.
To summarize: say all you want about her clothes, but leave her ass alone.
I just spent the past four days at the BlogHer conference hanging out with a bunch of cool women who like to overshare online. Some I met online first, so now I always think of them by their aliases, like Sassafrass, Xiaolin Mama, and bossy, and others I met IRL before reading them like Glennia, Charlene, and Danielle. And of course I was joined at the hip to my BFF Stefania, aka the famous Citymama who had a book signing during the conference! I'm so proud of her!
All wicked smart, and good writers, and everyone is incredibly supportive, even when it's a bad idea, like getting two drinks at once.
My favorite part was that Stefania stayed with me for the whole long weekend. She sums up the conference perfectly, like she always does. Also, that's a picture of her saying "shit," on camera. In a pink Momocrats trucker hat. How fucking cool is she? Love it!
Recently I had a "get to know you" coffee with a potential freelance client. This woman and I had chatted about our shared love of macaroons from Miette, an incredible French bakery at the Ferry Building, so we met there and got a cookie to nibble with our hot drinks.
The macaroon was delicious, and I had to force myself to eat it politely, in small bites instead of one big gulp. I was about to gleefully confess this to my new acquaintance when she said, "The one cookie is perfect! It's all I need for the whole day!"
No wonder she's so damn skinny, I thought.
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They never eat.
THE END.
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