So here is what I look like when I wake up in the morning:Except not really because this photo was taken at 6 PM and I had just returned from a really long trip and I'm sure you can sense my exhaustion. Anyway, me without makeup. You are so welcome, Internet.

sssssssssssssI cannot believe I'm about to admit this. In fact the second I say this my face is going to erupt in painful cystic acne once again and my dermatologist will be injecting Benzoyl peroxide directly into my pores. So here goes: I like Proactiv. No, I...I love Proactiv. And that noise you just heard was my brand new linens screaming in horror due to imminent bleaching.

Every season I do what many women do which is to pry open a 200 page magazine and see what is going on in the world of fashion. So what if it is stuff that you wouldn't be caught dead in? So what if you think the idea of platforms and all 80's all the time is nauseating, it's still fun to look.

 Hair is one of my favorite topics of discussion. I've been in conversations where women get riled up like we're discussing Jesus Christ or John Boehner's views on health care. Understandable since hair is a woman's 'crowning glory' so we indeed take it seriously with the appointments and the coloring and the frustrated sighs in the mirror when looking at what we have to deal with come morning. Let's just say that at 6:30 AM I'm about ready to shave off my 'crowning glory' and start over again. 

Quick! What's the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word "jab"? For me it's something uncomfortable. A euphemism for how I feel when something isn't going my way. "I'd like to jab this spork into my eye!" I'd say with all the hyperbole I can muster and an eye roll. I don't see "jab" as something that I'd want done to me even in the best of circumstances. It doesn't scream pleasant. It's quick and to the point.