Saturday, July 23, 2005

25 going on 13

I went to the Rite Aid down the street from me just to get mascara and deoderant. In wandering around (easily distracted) I found the section with Wet N' Wild products. Anyone remember these?

It took me back to all the slumber parties I had as a kid where we'd break into mom's make up, or if one of us got lucky enough to get mom's old stuff, we'd fill our Caboodles full and go to town. Not sure why, but make overs were so much fun! Gobs of lipstick, layers of eyeshadow, and hot pink blush--we'd look like girls from Moulin Rouge. It probably explains why I'm strictly a chapstick and mascara kind of gal now.

I couldn't help it...I bought glitter nail polish, eyeliner, and sparkle lip gloss. Let the slumber party begin.

Monday, July 18, 2005

Bomb Threat--What do you do?

Clearly the answer for most shoppers on the Promenade is to gawk at the store and take pictures with the cops.

Today one of the stores on the Promenade found a large suspicious package. Cops were called, bomb squad was brought in, helicopters flying everywhere....we (4 doors down) were told last. Nice. As soon as we heard, we packed up our stuff and got the heck out of the store and Santa Monica.

As we were leaving, we saw stupid people everywhere!! People were arguing with cops because they couldn't shop in the section blocked off with "CAUTION" tape, people were standing/sitting around watching the store as if they were waiting to see the bomb go off, and some were actually taking pictures with cops. It's not a Hollywood set!! When someone says "Bomb," you get your stuff and you go!

Sometimes this place scares me.

Saturday, July 2, 2005

My day at the beach

So today I went to the beach for the first time since I've moved here. Shameful I know.

Sharon asked me if I needed sunblock, and even checked that I had at least put some on my face. I shrugged it off saying, "Oh yea, it's in my moisturizer."

We spent an hour or so enjoying the sound of the waves, I took a nap, she read. All very nice. On the way home I looked in the mirror and noticed my nose was a little pink. Checked again when we got home. Nose and forehead were pink, shoulders felt hot.

After a shower, checked again. Um, yea, I'm a friggin lobster. Oh, and I don't have bathing suit lines. I have lines from wearing my wife beater at lunch pre sun bathing. Nice.

I love being white trash.