Slow down, Turbo.

Grace, poise, eloquence...

Not exactly words I would EVER use to describe myself. Especially not after what I did to myself approximately 2 weeks ago.

Josh and I were over at some friends house to watch the TT/KSU game and the Rangers play it out for their entry into the World Series. As the night went on (and Kstate WON), I noticed that the bottle of wine I purchased to share with friends was empty- and that I had consumed it all on my own. Probably because I was hanging with 2 pregnant ladies. Anyway, that leads me to the next part of the night...

We were all discussing funny things that we do to our husbands/boyfriend, and I was telling a story- okay, I was RE-ENACTING a story, of how I get really scared when I have to go to the bathroom at night at Josh's house as I'm convinced a ghost is watching me from the bathroom window. So when this happens, I have to run into his room and dive into bed on top of him.

Unbeknownst to me, there was an arm-rest hiding in the sectional I was using as my "Josh" prop, and when I demonstrated the dive, I dove face first into it, crushing my nose. With blood everywhere and my once symmetrical nose now on the left side of my face I ran into the bathroom. This is where Josh found me, lying on the floor, with paper towels pressed against my face. I'm pretty sure the response I got was "Really Babe? What did I tell you about re-enactments?"

We spent the rest of the evening at the ER, where Josh got to watch the Rangers win from the comfort of our hospital room, and where I got to spend $150 for the doctor to tell me that there is nothing they can do until the swelling goes down. Josh was so concerned that he would be accused of beating me, that he spent any face time with the hospital staff hugging and kissing me so he could be sure he appeared as the loving/caring boyfriend. And he thinks I'm dramatic...

I got to go to Chicago on Monday for work with my nose on the side of my face (that was fun to explain to clients), and when I returned home on Friday, I met with an ENT. He suggested immediate surgery to avoid a full on rhinoplasty, which I had the following Monday. After a week in a nose stint, I'm now back to my normal nose.

Moral of the story: Re-enactments are dangerous.

Here are some super flattering pics of the nose progress.

Hospital pic (Josh is a lucky, lucky man).




Day 2- hmm, that is one swollen nose.




Day 4ish- Yep, not so straight.




After Surgery- yeek.




And Today- still swollen but almost back to normal

Things I've Discovered

I've discovered a few things over this summer that I'd like to share:

1. Osa likes vegetables, popsicles and fruit more than her own food. The other day, I caught her carrying around a piece of celery and it looked like a doggy cigar. It made me laugh.

2. I'm no longer really a fan of the sun. In fact, I kind of hate it- it scares me. Gone are the days of laying by the pool working on my tan. 50 SPF and a hat for me please!

3. I'm OK with the fact that I'm still driving the car I drove as a senior in High School. Sure, I still feel 16 when I'm in it, and there is STILL glitter in my back-seat from after parties, but it's free, so I'm good with that.

4. Nick Jonas knows me. Personally (it's true HL). We are working with him on a program right now, and I've been traveling around the country with him. In fact, I'll see him again in 2 weeks in LA. This may not be THAT cool, but I'd like someone else to come up with something better! He really is such a nice grounded guy. I've been very impressed.

5. I'm what they call a 'social media consumer'. I am NOT a content creator. I much prefer to creep around and read what others say. Specifically when it comes to blogging (obviously).

6. In relation to #2- I hate the heat. In fact, I don't think I like summer very much at all. This just further proves my love for the Fall. Hurry up and get here- I miss you so.

7. I'm totally addicted to Pure Barre- a workout that uses isometric movements targeting your smaller muscle groups. I'd say it's pilates, meets ballet, meets Tracy Anderson. Life changing. And way too expensive (darn). This is probably why I've forced myself to be OK with #3. Car Payment vs Pure Barre- Pure Barre wins.

That's all for now. I'd say "stay tuned" for more, but we all know it will likely be another 6 months and I'm not one to lead people on...

Born this way

So I'm sure all of you have heard Gaga's new song, seen her in an egg, noticed her strange flesh colored veins she's had permanently adhered to her face. There's no denying this woman is one strange cookie.

I gotta say though, her message (although out there) is rather liberating. And for the millions of people who struggle with insecurities and misunderstanding and hatred aimed at them, perhaps her message means even more.

Regardless, her new hit "Born this way" just puts me in a good mood, and after reading the lyrics this morning, she's right... "I'm beautiful in my way, cause God makes no mistakes, I'm on the right track baby, I was born this way!"

Happy Thursday all.

It doesn't matter if you love him, or capital H-I-M
Just put your paws up
'Cause you were born this way, baby

My mama told me when I was young
We're all born superstars
She rolled my hair, put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir

"There's nothin' wrong with lovin' who you are"
She said, "'Cause He made you perfect, babe"
"So hold your head up, girl and you you'll go far,
Listen to me when I say"

I'm beautiful in my way,
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't hide yourself in regret,
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
(Born this way)

Ooo, there ain't no other way
Baby, I was born this way
Baby, I was born this way
(Born this way)
Ooo, there ain't other way
Baby, I was born this way
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Don't be!

Give yourself prudence and love your friends
Subway kid, rejoice the truth
In the religion of the insecure
I must be myself, respect my youth

A different lover is not a sin
Believe capital H-I-M (hey, hey, hey)
I love my life, I love this record and
Mi amore vole fe yah

I'm beautiful in my way,
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't hide yourself in regret,
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Ooo, there ain't no other way

Baby, I was born this way
Baby, I was born this way
(Born this way )
Ooo, there ain't other way
Baby, I was born way
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

( Queen ,
Don't be , Queen )

Don't be drag, just be a queen
Whether you're broke or evergreen
You're black, white, beige, chola descent
You're lebanese, you're orient
Whether life's disabilities
Left you outcast, bullied or teased
Rejoice and love yourself today
'Cause baby, you were born this way

No matter gay, straight or bi
lesbian, transgendered life
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born to survive
No matter black, white or beige
chola or orient made
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born to be brave

I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't hide yourself in regret,
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way, yeah!

Ooo, there ain't no other way
Baby, I was born this way
Baby, I was born this way
(Born this way )
Ooo, there ain't other way
Baby, I was born this way
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

I was born this way, hey!
I was born this way, hey!
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way, hey!

I was born this way, hey!
I was born this way, hey!
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way, hey!