Living Uncomfortably: A Soul-Baring Photo Shoot and Sweaty Upper Lip

Recently I decided it was time to refresh some of my professional profile pics. It’s a little crazy that we live in an age where refreshing one’s image or reinventing ourselves is as easy as pulling a new image from a file folder and posting it to our countless online profiles, but then again, there’s something to be said for it too.

While browsing through my folders I quickly realized that the extent of my pictures consisted of mug shot-esque looks of surprise, an array of forced goofy smiles, red-faced action shots, or portrayed a much younger version of myself. If I could realistically keep depicting myself as a fresh-faced 27 year old bride, I’d be ok with that. But that was 5 years, one fat roll and several crow’s feet ago.

As an adult, I decided that I needed adult pictures of myself. Not those kind of adult pictures…sophisticated and professional pictures that an adult would be proud to display on anything from a social media profile to a business card to a personalized mug. Luckily, my friend, Megan is a professional photographer and recommended that I schedule a professional photo shoot right away.

My Brain is a Steel Trap but My Desk is a Trash Heap

In a previous blog post, I outlined my Zest for Life project, a list of action items that I would like to accomplish in order to create a better me. However, I just realized that I missed a big one that I absolutely must include in order to attain my life of bliss. So here is my very important item #16…

Get Organized.

Yeah, yeah…who hasn’t decided that they’re going to get organized at some point in their lives? Just watch an episode of “Hoarding: Buried Alive” and you’ll probably end up elbow deep in canned goods in an attempt to organize your pantry. Read more

Confessions of a Hair Salon Floozy

I have a confession to make….

I’m not a natural blonde.

Ok, so that’s probably not much of a surprise. I have yet to meet somebody who has perfectly coifed fair-haired tresses without the help of Light Golden Blonde #613. That’s not true. I’ve actually met a few and I give you all a level-10-foil-highlight salute….while at the same time kind of hoping that you’re headed toward premature gray.

I’ve been sporting blonde locks for about ten years now and love my flaxen alter-ego. You see, my natural hair color is more of a mousy, dirty-dishwater brown…you know the color you get when you mix instant oatmeal and turkey gravy in the garbage disposal? Yeah that’s it. Read more