Kombuchwhat?

I've been drinking the GT's Kombucha lately. Now that it's back at the Whole Foods that is.

I saw people drinking it before. People like Bethenny Frankel (you watch it, don't lie), my friend Jillian, Lincoln Park stroller moms who don't actually have a stroller their nanny does that, you know...all those people.

Then the drink was pulled from shelves for not being honest about the tiny minuscule amount of alcohol in it. I mean, the label did say it was "fermented" so really, what did people think that meant?

Anyway, it's back on the shelves and I obliged. I obliged several times. I really like it. It makes me feel good inside.

Problem: it's pricey. It's like buying a vente latte every morning. So I don't. I can maybe MAYBE buy one a week. Also, it does make me burp. But not near as much as I thought. It actually just made me feel a little jittery and really clean. Sounds weird, but it's true.

Part of me feels like this is one of those things that rich waspy people do. That it's not really healthy for me etc, but the label says it's healthy. So I believe it. I'm not a Kombucha expert. I assume GT (the brand) is so they know more than I do on the subject. If the Russian/Chinese/Japanese cultures of the world have sung it's praises for hundreds of years, why can't I sing along with them?

Bottoms up!

Ladies...

And if that's not enough for you...



And you guys, I don't even think she was actually in Germany when she filmed this! She's amazing!!

Breeeeeathe

(evajuliet)

I love this print. It looks kind of manly, like it would be hung in a barbershop. It's also very girly to me because I consider myself girly and I am very attracted to art prints with words. I have several prints I've ordered that include sayings or words.

Side note, my great grandpa owned a barber shop. Holla.

Life!Life!Life!

artwork by Jandy

Look at that sweeet piece of art. John made this for me for my birthday and put it in a frame. He made it in Excel. EXCEL! The man is a pixel art genius. The coin count at the top is our anniversary. He's a neat boyfriend. Perhaps I should keep him.

This week I'm pushing my organizing and cleaning and painting of the condio. Believe it or not, I'm still not done painting. Probably because I haven't been that organized about much lately. I'm getting better. I read the blog Apartment Therapy as much as I can (it's amazing, read it). The guy who came up with the blog/runs the blog/owns the blog, wrote this book:


I started it a long time ago, but only got past the first two chapters. I'm determined to finish it. At the beginning of the book he tells this story about a guy who couldn't get his life or work together after a break-up and his home in turn was a disaster. He got his home together and not only did his emotions begin to heal, but he got tons of work coming his way.

I'm not saying that getting my condio in full working order as a place that reflects my personal style and taste will get me acting jobs and I'm not going through a break-up. I would however like to come home, throw my purse on the couch and not have to stare at a wall with five paint colors on it and a bag of clothes that needs to be taken to Salvation Army like yesterday.

Birthday Week has ended.

I am exhausted, motivated, many pounds heavier (thank you multiple birthday dinners), and also really thirsty.

I'm not thrilled to be beginning this week. I'm REALLY FREAKING HOMESICK.

It's insane. It's bad. I'm sad. I want my mom and my dad and Texas. Like, yesterday.

I promise to make this the last time I whine about being so homesick lately. I'll never get past it if I keep talking about it so much.

On that note, enjoy these lovely musical sounds.



Nighty night y'all. Rest up so we can party next weekend all over again...for some reason I'll make up halfway through the week.

Happy Birthday to Yours Truly

(paisleybeetle)

It's mah birthday, pop the champagne.

Posts will NOT be daily because I'm celebrating.

Yipeeeeee!

Dream No More

Growing up I watched lots of old TV shows thanks to my dad. One of my favorites was Get Smart.

I had this secret dream that when I got older I would play Agent 99 in the movie remake of Get Smart. I would take my dad to the premiere and Don Adams would be there and I would introduce him to my dad.

Thanks Anne Hathaway for being a dream crusher.

Thanks.

From the bottom of my heart.

Thanks.

Yes, I know that Don Adams passed away before the remake came out. This is all Anne Hathaway's fault, regardless.