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You’ve Got to Bat Your Eyes…Like This

Growing up, I was a total tomboy. I couldn’t tell you exactly when I became girly, but I suspect it was around prom…because the dresses were pretty.

For a girl, I’m pretty low maintenance. I usually wear eye makeup, but I only use foundation on special occasions. Makeup takes time, and I have no patience. Plus, I never really figured out how to use blush correctly.

When I first heard about eyelash extensions, I thought:

Perfect! Now I won’t have to use mascara. Woo-hoo for 3.14 extra minutes of sleep! Sweet!

Extensions normally cost between $150-200. So I cheaped out, and let my nail salon do them for $60. They fell off the next day.

When I saw that a real salon had an eyelash extension special for $50, I tried one more time.

Now if I can just get rid of the nasty red vein....

Now if I can just get rid of the nasty red vein in my eye….

The picture was taken 2 weeks after my appointment…which means some fell out. You can imagine how awesome they looked when I first got them.

Apparently, I have more eyelashes than the average person, so it took almost 3 hours to put on a full set of lashes (because they put them on one-by-one).

As the technician handed me a mirror, she said, “They’ll be even more dramatic if you put mascara on!”

I could see spiders my lashes in the mirror across the room. No mascara needed.

Now I’m used to them, and I love them. But when I first saw them, I was shocked into girly overload…hence this text conversation:

Me: OMG…These eyelashes make me look like a hooker!

Friend: And you’re worth every penny.

 Kudos to the person who guesses what movie the post title is from.

I Am a Puppy Whore

Whenever I’m having a bad day at the mall trying to kill time feeling the urge, I visit the local pet store or shelter to play with puppies.

The first puppy I ever played with was an Australian shepherd. He was such a cutie. And he loved me. The feeling was mutual.

I played with that puppy for over an hour. I even named him. I called him “My Australian Shepherd.” 

Because I’d never had a dog before, I was scared of the responsibility (mainly the poo), so I had limited options.

  1. Convince Kiefer to adopt My Aussie.
  2. Convince my parents to adopt him.

Kiefer declined (that’s the real reason I broke up with him), and my parents declined as well (I knew they never really loved me).

That left only one option: Me.

So I decided that if such an adorable puppy was still there the next day, it was fate. He was meant to be mine. Then I found out My Aussie cost $1,200. Thank goodness someone else adopted him, and I ended up with Esme the cat, who was roughly $100.

Since I lost My Aussie, I’ve become a bit of a puppy whore. Not only do I visit the pet store frequently, I also like to play with friends’ dogs.

In fact, if you don’t have a dog, I can’t be friends with you unless…

  1. You’re super cool and awesome.
  2. You buy me ice cream.

You know about Blarney’s dog Murphy and my brother’s dog Percy the Poodle, but now I’d like to introduce you to the new dog in my life,  Princess’s dog Jack.