Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Speaking of sweet, who gobbled up some treats at work today? I did, but I didn't go crazy. When I walked into work at 9am, there was already a smorgasbord of desserts out in the kitchen area--cookies with super-thick icing, cupcakes, a chocolate chip cookie sheet cake, doughnuts, candy and an assortment of pies--it was bananas! I avoided this "danger zone" until my stomach started grumbling at 2pm. I didn't bring my lunch and I was too busy to grab something, so I ate this cupcake. Eating something with absolutely no nutritional value sounds kinda pointless to me now, but boy did it taste good at the time. Plus, it came with a spider ring on top!
On my way home from work I stopped by Rite Aid to get some toilet paper and a bag of "Autumn Mix"--it's my favorite. I devoured a few too many handfuls, but in the spirit of Halloween, I think it's OK.
Tell me: What was your favorite Halloween candy when you were a kid. (Mine was Nerds and Kit-Kats). And are you ready for tomorrow?!?
Here we are, the Collis triplets, dressed as the Three Musketeers. "All for one, and one for all!" I think we were pretty pumped about these costumes the first year we wore them, but somehow I remember wearing them more than once. It wasn't so much fun after that. And I know, I know, Liza and Foster look like cute little twins, and I look like the adopted triplet. As I mentioned in this post, I was pretty quick on the puberty front, so that explains it. I was always the odd one out growing up. (And by that I mean, big and chubby). The only way my parents knew for sure that I was theirs is the fact that I popped out of my mom's womb with a unibrow.
Liza and I decided to be secretaries for our first Halloween in New York. Pretty cute, huh? Everyone at the party we went to asked us what we were and complimented our outfits. That's the good thing about Halloween--costumes are great conversation starters--especially if you're single. (I was at the time).
Here we have Snow White, Chuck Norris and Tinkerbell. I'm not even going to try to be modest --I made one badass Snow White. This is probably the only time I had a girlie costume for Halloween; I typically was something goofy or tomboy-ish. Chuck Norris was pretty on-point for Foster. He loved that shit. His best costume though was the year he was a mummy. He was so unravelled by the end of the night, everyone thought he was a bum! And Liza. Liza, Liza, Liza--bless her. She was always something waaay girlie or totally random. One year she dressed up as Springtime Barbie, and was pissed as hell that no one knew what she was. (I guess the floral dress and white floppy hat wasn't enough of a clue, Lize). Another year she was an old lady--it was hilarious! Oh, the good 'ol days.
Ok so this picture is from a dance recital, but I'm pretty sure one of us wore it for Halloween one year for a flapper costume. Look at the serious blush Liza is rockin' on her cute little cheeks. Say it with me now, Awww.
Ok, so I'm not particularly proud of this costume, but my boyfriend likes the pic, so I thought I'd share. Can you guess what I am? No, I'm not a skanked-out ho. Any other guesses? No? I'm a gold digger! I ordered the costume online, and it came with a construction hat, but I just couldn't bring myself to wear it. This was my second Halloween in NYC. Click here if you missed pics from the last two years!
So, what'd you think of my pics? Which one was your favorite? And what costumes did you wear back in the day?
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Just like B.O.B's, the bitchiness usually doesn't come from a mean place, but an insecure place. Sometimes I won't bother saying "hi" to someone for the simple fact that I'm not sure how they will react. Will they give me a quick half-hug and air kiss, and then slink away? Or will they be genuinely happy to see me? It's just a crap shoot really. You never know what mood people will be in when you see them out. So, sometimes as a defense mechanism, I snub people, too.
Sometimes I just cannot deal with social rejection, no matter how many vodka tonics I've had to drink that night. I usually walk into parties feeling a wee-bit insecure about what I'm wearing, so when someone totally ices me at a party, I feel even lower. It is not a fun feeling. Oh why can't I just be a stone cold bitch like Blair Waldorf?!
Has anyone else ever acted like a snob, just so they wouldn't have to deal with one? Please tell me I'm not the only one!
If I wasn't really struggling financially, it would be annoying as hell to so many people to hear me talk about the sunny side of being laid off. But lord knows I am strugglin'. I just think things can only go up from here. Way up. And yes, I am finally pursuing and writing about things I am passionate about. (Not that I didn't love writing about Miley Cyrus's first bra-buying experience or Nick Jonas's firs kiss before). The freelance work I've gotten so far is just barely paying rent, but I've had more quality work come my way in the last six months than I have in probably the last three years. And no, this blog isn't paying the bills, but it makes me happy, damnit! Seriously, it's the main reason I jump, not drag myself, out of bed each morning.
So what do you think: Should we be looking our current economic situation more realistically or optimistically? Am I annoying anyone with my optimism?
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
However, to my horror, I notice a few, um, dimples on my arms the other day that I had never noticed before. You know from this post how I feel about my arms, so the last thing I need on them is cellulite. Yikes. That is just.not.cool.
The hypothesis: Your favorite celebrities will have your same hair color.
I have favorite celebrities for different reasons--some based on beauty and some on talent. While I do think Eva Mendes is talented, her beauty is what I'm really drawn to.
She looks like perfection whether she's all glammed up or just au natural. And hellllo, have you seen her Calvin Klein ads? To die for.
Ok, so I'm not suggesting that I look anything like Eva Mendes, but yes, we do both have brown hair. Here are more of my favorite celebs:
Reality stars: Kim and Khloe Kardashian
Victoria Secret Model: Miranda Kerr
Gossip Girl character: Blair
Pop star: Miley Cyrus (Ok, Taylor Swift is a close close second, if not a tie for first)
Female Artist: Beyonce
Comedians: Kathy Griffin and Ellen Degeneres
Enviable body: Shakira
Celeb spawn: Suri Cruise and Violet Affleck
90's Supermodel: Helena Christensen
UK artist: Lily Allen
English actress: Kate Beckinsale
Sex and The City character: Miranda
Mother/daughter actresses: Susan Sarandon and Eva Amurri
And for whatever reason, I always find myself favoring the brunette actress in movies. It was Penelope Cruz in Vicky, Christina, Barcelona, Anne Hathaway in Bride Wars, Ginnifer Goodwin in He's Just Not That Into You and America Fererra in Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.
Even though not everyone on my list is a brunette, the majority definitely is. I even have more redheads than blondes! Interesting. Maybe I'm subconsciously envious of blondes? Or maybe I just can't relate to them as much for some reason? I'm not sure.
My conclusion: True. Why do you think that is? What would your conclusion be?
Monday, October 26, 2009
However, with pretty much every other stage in my life, things seemed to happen so slooowly. During freshman and sophomore year of high school, I went to dinner and a movie with a group of friends every Friday night, while most other girls in my class were out at parties, getting smashed and showing the upperclassmen just how slutty they could be. I didn't have a boyfriend until I was seventeen--who was also my first kiss--so you can only imagine how much longer it was until I experienced, um, other things. You get the point.
Basically, the first two years of college were much of the same. It took at least that long to make a tight group of friends (friends, not just girls I partied with), and for boys to notice me. I switched majors I don't know how many times, and when I graduated, I had absolutely no clue what the heck I was going to do with my life. While everyone else was landing jobs or going to grad school, I was waiting tables at the neighborhood restaurant back home in Kentucky.
And even when I made the leap to New York, it took me almost an entire year to get a job. (I'm pretty positive that at 24 years-old, I was the oldest intern alive. I was older than some of my bosses). Since I lost my job in the spring, and have been forced to totally reevaluate my life, I feel like I'm a tadpole once again. A damn old tadpole at that.
I was venting to my mom today about my situation, and she said, "Well, those who laugh last, usually laugh hardest." And I know she's right. I mean, being a late bloomer does have some positive points, too. I think the main reason that things have always happened a little later for me is because I've really taken the time and made the effort to figure out who I am and what will make me happy. All of my successes so far have come from hardwork, perserverence and a positive attitude--I haven't taken any short cuts. I haven't used people just to get a notch higher on the social latter, or pretended to be someone I wasn't just so I could score a cool, high-profile job. I've been true to myself 100 percent, which really, I don't think is something everyone can say.
With that being said, I'm ready for things to start happenin'! I want to be a frog, damnit!
How about you: Where are you at in the tadpole-frog cylce?
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
We tried a new brunch place called Flowers Cafe. It had a cute hippie theme, and all the dishes on the menu had words like "groovy" and "go-go" attached to the names. I got the western egg-white omelette with wheat toast and a skim latte. Simple, but tasty. And cheap--my meal was about $7. My boyfriend got the steamed hot chocolate and it was so good. It was just steamed milk with Hershey's syrup, but it definitely beat the powdered stuff.
I was tempted by this pumpkin doughnut, but went with the apple cinnamon one instead. It was really good--and even had little apple pieces on top--but I didn't end up finishing it because it was a little too sugary.
After our little adventure, I came back and hopped right on the computer to return emails and do a little blogging. It was hard to peel myself away from the computer to go to a yoga class, but I did, and I'm so glad. I really enjoyed it, and unlike this yoga class I recently told you about, I focused on my breathing and just relaxing. (I will say though, that my pigeon binds and balancing poses were on POINT, y'all). I even stayed until the very end of class to do some meditation. The teacher taught the class a new pose that's supposed to help with "balancing your emotions." So we sat indian style with our hands jammed up under our armpits and our shoulders scrunched up to our ears. (Think Molly Shannon in Superstar before she smells her fingers). I'm not sure if this move actually does anything to balance emotions, but it was funny.
Alright, well I'm off to check a couple more things off the ol' To-Do list before I get ready to go out. I'm being very ambitious (especially because it's so rainy out) and hitting up three parties tonight. Hopefully I'll have some good stories to share!
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
As I told you in this post, my dad passed away from lung cancer three years ago. The anniversary of his death is coming up in two weeks, and lately I've been thinking about how these last few years have been without him. I think about him all the time and miss him a lot, but I only occasionally cry about the fact that he is gone. In all honesty, I've coped with his death well.
For the past three years I have felt guilty about this. I felt that the more tears I shed, the more I would prove to myself how much my dad meant to me. I've even found myself feeling happy when I cry for him. See, I haven't forgotten about you, Dad. See how much I love you.
Before I got my current gig at The Knot, and was able to enjoy daytime TV, I saw a Dr. Phil show that made me feel a lot better about this burden I've been carrying. He was talking to a mother who lost her son in the war. She said she feels guilty every time she laughs or has a happy moment. Then Dr. Phil replied with something like, "Your tears don't signify your love for him. Just because you aren't crying, doesn't mean you are over the fact that he is gone. He would want you to be happy." OK, so what Dr. Phil said was a lot more profound, but you get the idea.
I can't say that his words made me feel 100% better, but they have helped a lot. And it's true, my dad would want me to be happy. I think one reason I have dealt with his death so well is the fact that my parents raised me with a "This is life, things happen," mentality. I'm not one to feel sorry for myself or act like I have it so much harder than everyone else. (Even though I do quite a bit of whining on this blog). I realize how blessed I am no matter what other hurdles may come my way down the road. And I like that I was raised this way. I know a lot of other people who totally freak out at the smallest things--it's not something I can really comprehend.
Anyway, I do feel a little better for sharing. If anyone else has something they'd like to get off their chest today, you know what to do.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
I was prepared for my boyfriend to say, "What's this you've got on?" with a quizzical look on his face, as he has done several times before. But, he didn't. He actually liked the look. Sweet. I was a bit surprised--especially because my super-tight skinny jeans and sneaks combo looked a little tomboy-ish, but hey, if the man says he likes it, I'm not going to question him!
So tell me: Who do you usually dress for? And guys, do you think it's weird that women dress for other women? (Trust me, they totally do).
This weekend I went to a yoga class for the first time in about two weeks, but I didn't let that stop me from trying to keep up with the girl to my left. She had a long, lean dancer's body with perfectly sculpted arms, and I was bound and determined to take the bitch down.
As far as I could tell at the beginning of class, we were about equal. Her heels touched the ground when she was in downward facing dog, and she did slow, controlled Chaturanga push-ups just like me. Damnit. Instead of really focusing on my breathing and poses, I found myself praying that the teacher would have us do side planks. That's where I'll get her, I thought. And then, we did!
But then, we did the dreaded crow pose. I have a pretty strong upper body, so the fact that I cannot get my knees to rest behind my arms for more than a split second is puzzling to me. The skinny bitch effortlessly sprang her legs up and looked as if she could hold the position all day. Damn.
At this point we were in a tie. I knew that if we did headstands, she would come out the victor. And we did. My headstands are getting a lot better--I don't have the fear of falling like I used to; however, when I slowly start raising my legs higher and higher, I get so excited that I'm actually doing it that I usually end up spazzing out and toppling over. And yep, you guessed it, the skinny bitch aced the headstands too.
I guess the teacher picked up on the little competition I had going on because she told the class, "Don't worry about what the person next to you is doing." Oops. Sorry teach, I just can't help it!
So we ended the class with the full wheel and I did mine standing on one leg. SB did hers normal, so I suppose I beat her there, but at this point I was already feeling defeated.
I know that this is something I need to work on if I want to fully reap the benefits of yoga. Lord knows I need more relaxation and meditation in my life. It's going to be a hard habit to break--you guys remember from this post that I'm even competitive walking up the stairs! But, I'm going to try.
What about you: Are you competitive at the gym? And for all the yogis out there: How would you describe your style?
Monday, October 19, 2009
I usually get my hair cut every five to six weeks, but it has been nine weeks since my last haircut because I just can't afford it right now. It's probably not such a big deal to some of you who only get you hair did three times a year, but it is for me.
OK, so once my hair starts getting too long, two things happen: 1.) It's totally flat all of the time. 2.) It takes on a mullet-shape. I know it doesn't look so bad in this pic, but trust me, it is. You should see the back--it does this gnarly flip out thing. It is not cute.
Once a year, I go to Bumble and Bumble for a kick ass haircut and blow dry. (For one out of the 365 days, I have celebrity hair). The rest of the time I go to the hair salon I've been going to for the past five years. It costs $38, and I do not get my hair blown out. (Sometimes my hair dresser takes pity on me and dries it for free). The cut isn't as good as going to the fancy place, but it does the job.
I actually kind like going to my cheap hairdresser because she doesn't try to convince me I should try a new style or that the $20 glossy wash-in conditioner is so worth it. She knows I'm broke and boring when it comes to my hair. I always get a quarter-inch trim, and if I'm feeling really crazy, I go for a half-inch.
I also like my girl because she doesn't insult my hair like so many other hairdressers have in the past. Just about every hairdresser I've been to just can 't believe how thin my hair is for some reason. I am not kidding. I know my hair is thin and I hate it, but what the hell do you want me to do about it? A guy I dated in college even pointed it out to me one time. Like seriously people? I am a Collis, and while Collis' are no doubt the biggest badasses that ever walked the earth, we are not known for our thick, lustrous locks.
Ok, sorry, I'm a bit grumpy. And bitter. What else is new? On the bright side, I might take this opportunity to try some new 'dos. I can't stand Lauren Conrad, but I do love that front fishbone style braid she's been rocking for the past year. Maybe I'll try that.
Tell me: How often do you get your hair cut and how much does it cost??
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Hmm...who else would I want to see? Justin Bartha! He's not even near one of my favorite actors, but The Hangover was pretty sweet, so I figured if I saw Justin Bartha, I'd be happy enough. So once Julie, Federicka, Nancy and I got to the party, we instantly surveyed the room. Not only was Justin Bartha nowhere in sight (he was probably holed-up downtown somewhere, working that hipster scene with gf Ashley Olsen)--but hello, where are the hot bachelors of NYC?! Instead, we got hit on by every lame dude in the place.
I suppose you can't really blame the guys for trying--look how good my girls look. However, we got a couple pick-up lines thrown our way that must be addressed:
Here's Luann. She's a tie with Jill for my second favorite housewife (Bethenny is first, duh). She's pretty and classy, and that's good enough for me. It was funny watching the ladies have fake conversations with each other. It seemed like such work. Towards the end of the night when everyone was posing for pictures, Luann was throwing a minor Countess-esque tantrum about not having her jacket. She was waving her coat check ticket saying, "I'll take a picture, but I need my jacket. Where is my jacket?" Oh, Luann.
We were tired, and a bit unimpressed with the party, so we headed out early. Federicka jumped in front of this cool piece of artwork just as we were leaving. Love that model stare, Fed.
So, all in all the party was just OK. It was cool seeing the housewives, but that was about it. Most of the time, the parties you see on TV really aren't as cool as they look. Just remember that.
Tell me: Who is your favorite NYC Housewife? Season 3 will air in a few months. Are you excited for it?? I am!