Friday, April 11, 2014

Can o' color.

Mondays are my day off of work and if you know me, you know I cherish them to pieces. 

You said it, Garfield.
I don't have to go to work. I don't ever have to hear anyone say "Somebody's got a case of the Mondays" or have un-funny Monday office-related banter with anyone.

Some Mondays I get nothing done. I watch three hours of the Today Show and start daydreaming about what I'm going to make for dinner. 

Some are super productive, like today. Here's what I did after I dropped the boys off at school/before I picking them up at 2:00:

Worked out 
Cleaned two bathrooms 
Laundry
Wrote two blog posts
Called Grandma ("Looorri...How's my beautiful baby girl?")
Took a shower/shaved my legs (This is huge.)
Walked to the grocery store and bought groceries (Dinner! Tacos!)
Colored my hair

Well...I kind of colored my hair. 
Not really. It didn't work.

Nice? Sure. Easy? Absolutely.
100% Gray Coverage? NO WAY JOSE.

I don't know if this is possible but I think it made my hair more gray than it was before.


"AFTER"

I was mad! I know it was like a $5.99 box of root touch up 
but it took time...precious Monday/day off/I-could-be-watching-Hoda-and-Kathie-Lee-time.

Thank goodness I keep this little can on hand:


Rita Hazan Root Concealer is awesome. And weird. When I use it I always feel like I'm using spray paint and tagging my head. Or using the worlds tiniest fire extinguisher. 

It truly covers the grays; what was once used as a touch up between hair color appointments has now become a staple. 

A little spritz on my part and I say, "Gray?!? What gray?!?
I don't really say that but I totally will if you want me to...

It's not cheap, $25 for a small can of it at Sephora but I only need a tiny bit to cover up the offensive area, it really lasts a long time. And unlike the boxed stuff I know it works.

Rita Hazan, I don't know who the hell you are, but thank you. 

And box of color, I'm off to Fred Meyer with my receipt in hand like a crazy lady, attempting to return an empty box and get my money back.

Friday, March 14, 2014

A love letter to my MTV VJ's.

It’s no secret that I loved my MTV. 

I’ve written posts about early ‘80s videos and the influence and obsession that Music Television became for me. Now, while listening to the oldies station, I still see the videos that I watched over and over again on MTV frame for frame in my mind.

Along with those videos that had the rock stars the channel itself also had its rock stars.
Their names were Martha, Mark, Alan, JJ and Nina and they were my heroes.

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I recently finished reading their book, VJ and I loooved it.


If you watched MTV obsessively like myself or even just a little bit, read this book. It’s like being a fly on the wall during the most exciting time of music and television.

Here are my pre-teen memories of the original five, and why I adored/loved/wanted to be each of them:

Martha Quinn.
I have to start by saying Martha was my favorite. I think a lot of that began with the fact that she grew up in Ossining, New York and so did I. When people would ask me where I’m from and I'd say Ossining, "you know, where Martha Quinn is from." After getting over the fact that she was my hometown hero, she remained my favorite -- Martha had moxie. I loved watching her interview David Lee Roth, Boy George and Bob Dylan. I loved her wearing red tights, big sweaters and Boy Scout uniforms. I just loved my Martha Quinn.

Mark Goodman.
Mark Goodman was so foxy to me. His hair reminded me of my own -- in my pre-teen brain we made a very cute couple and all the rock stars/girls at school were jealous of. Mark had a sexy voice and when he stared at me through the screen saying, "That was Adam and the Ants with "Dog Eat Dog" my heart skipped an Adam and the Ants style drum beat. I remember him sitting in the little red diner booth on the set interviewing Madonna, talking to her about her music and sense of fashion, then they went into the video for "Borderline" and I wished so badly I could be her and date him. *sigh*

Alan Hunter.
Alan was funny. And he wore a lot of vests. And suspenders. He was like the comic relief of the VJ's -- you felt like he was having a conversation with you, like he was your pal. I remember him reporting the MTV News quite a bit, telling me where I could see Triumph in concert and encouraging me to send a postcard to the MTV studios to win the "Lost Weekend With Van Halen" contest.

JJ Jackson.
Oh how I looked forward to my Triple J time! When I think of JJ I think of him in a red and black leather jacket/pant combo alla Michael Jackson. I remember him interviewing Robert Plant, unmasking KISS (!) and talking about the importance of getting my MTV in stereo and getting my home "components" in order. 

Nina Blackwood. 
Nina was so hot! That raspy voice, the cool clothes, the black eyeliner, the shiny lips, the trademark hair...Nina was so cool. She interviewed Rick Springfield, Missing Persons, Frank Zappa and I'm pretty sure John Cougar and Brian Adams were in love with her. She could seamlessly transition from the videos for "Once in a Lifetime" by Talking Heads into "Allentown" by Billy Joel which was no small feat. 

Thank you MTV and thank you VJ's -- you are my, along with a million other kids of the '80s, music television touchstone. 

In my mind there were no other VJ's after you. You youngsters can have your Kennedy, Carson Daly and your Downtown Julie Brown...wubba, wubba, whatever. 

To me, nothing is as good as the originals.

xoxo.
Love, Lori

Friday, March 7, 2014

You were born! Take this stuff!

A few weeks ago I celebrated my birthday.
And you know, I love birthdays.

Out with the family, lunch with some friends from work, drinks with the girls a week later, pizza, Thai food, foofy lattes, pastries, cake…life is full. And so am I.

Below is my yearly list I lovingly refer to as “Free Shit I Get on My Birthday.” 

You should take advantage of this stuff too. Because you were born and duh, because IT’S FREE!

Aveda Lotion.
My favorite freebie this year because it smells fantastic and it was a full-size freebie. I don’t know what I did to get on Aveda’s good list but whatever it was must have been pretty great. They gave me a choice of getting some of their pure essential oils mixed in with massage oil, getting an atomizer full their pure-fume, or this hydrating formula lotion. I went with the lotion because how often are people giving me massages, and I have enough perfume. The oil I chose is their “invigorating” mix of peppermint and citrus because Lord knows, I could use some help getting invigorated. 



Aveda Hairspray.
And while I was there they also gave me this control force hairspray. I gotta admit, I felt kind of bad leaving with a pretty bag full of great product. I also had a lovely cup of tea while I browsed, and a complimentary hand massage (seriously.) 


Brow Wax.
Did you know that you can get a free eyebrow wax at the benefit counter during the week of your birthday? I do it every year. They do a great job and I love their products and their kitchy packaging. If you don’t mind sitting in the middle of a department store getting waxed and tweezed while strangers and possibly your ex-boyfriend walk by you (of course) then this is for you. Oh, and it’s free.



Mascara & Lipstick.
Every year I look forward to my birthday treat from Sephora, signing up to be a member of their Beauty Insider program gets you a goodie on your special day. This year’s kit was from Make Up For Ever, a great mascara and lipstick combo. Love the neutral color of the Rouge Artist Natural Lipstick and the Smoky Extravagant Mascara is perfect for my purse. I kind of feel like Sephora and I broke up since I went part time at work, I don’t get in there as much as I used to. But they still give me little gifts. Holla. 


See, there are so many benefits to having birthdays.

And if you go out to dinner on your big day for God's sake, let someone know. 
Because you'll totally get a free mud pie

Friday, February 21, 2014

Little brown book.

A few weeks ago Portland got hit with a snow/ice storm that kept us pretty much indoors Thursday through Monday. When we did venture out we played in the snow, we stayed in and watched a lot of movies, and of course ate a ton of cookies/popcorn/drank gallons of hot chocolate.

One day we also got motivated, and threw away a lot of garbage, rearranged some furniture and cleaned. I worked off some of those cookies. I vacuumed and dusted. Let's just say it's been a while since that happened.

While in the kitchen standing on a chair to reach a new light bulb in a high, high cabinet above the fridge (convenient) I unearthed this gem:

Who remembers these?

I was 13 years old, it was the end of 8th grade.
Yearbooks were not available to us in middle school so we all passed these
little puppies around to get each others "autographs."
 
The inside is like a little origami festival, after someone would
sign I'd fold the pages all pretty like this:


Within these colored pages we would tell each other to have a good summer,
get each others phone numbers and write sweet sentiments such as:



And also this:


Lots of friends wanted me to "KIT" (Keep In Touch):


And Loved Me Like A Sister...
 
 
Some expressed themselves musically.

 
Some were not very good writers, and wanted to tell me so.


Some were just...strange.

Some were total buzz kills.


Some wanted to be friends, but not too good of friends.
 
 
And then there's this -- thanks Ann.

 
 
Here's what happens when you let your teacher's sign your book.
 
 
Honestly...I preferred this type of math.
 
 
Stay sweet.

Friday, January 31, 2014

Hard habit to break.

Last Sunday evening, while patiently waiting to see what was going to happen between Anna and Mr. Bates Downton Abbey, I decided to stop on the Grammys to see what the hell is going on in the world of music today. 

In my brief viewing time I made these few observations:
  • I think I like Macklemore.
  • Madonna totally looked like the Quaker Oats guy.
  • Daft Punk is two robots.
I got excited when I heard “And right after the break, CHICAGO…” 

They sounded great, doing a medley of their ‘70s hits with Robin Thicke of all people.
Hey, hey, hey...it totally worked.

My Dad listened to the old school Chicago - the horns, the “Does Anyone Really Know What Time It Is”, the “A man selling ice cream…singing Italian songs…” Chicago.

Can you feel it?
Yes, I can.

But my Chicago, the songs and lyrics that truly have stuck with me are the sappy-sweet, 1980s, Peter Cetera-era Chicago.
FIRST CONCERT EVER.

With Valentine’s Day just a few weeks away how can you not put on one of the following songs and be transported to a school dance, a first date or a romantic dinner. Or if you’re me the back of a big yellow school bus, in distress bawling your eyes out.

Hard to Say I’m Sorry.
I was like 12 when this song out and my family was prepping for a move from NY to FL, this song always makes me think of that time in my life. That super-difficult transition during tween-dom, not a kid anymore…not a teenager yet (a perfect time for a move across the country.) It talks a lot about being “far away” and going on a “holiday” and how “I just want you to stay.” Waaaah.

SOUL CRUSHING LYRIC: 
“Couldn’t stand to be kept away, just for the day, FROM YOUR BOOODY.”

Hard Habit to Break.
Standard crying on the bus fare here. I had just broken up with my first actual boyfriend Albert, back in ’82 when this tearjerker came out. The local radio station had a call in show in the evenings where you could dedicate songs to others and I dedicated this song to Albert. A LOT.

SOUL CRUSHING LYRIC: 
“Being without you takes a lot of getting used to. Should learn to live with it. I DON’T WANT TO.”

You’re the Inspiration.
Ahhh, the King of the crying to Chicago on the bus songs! Also released in 1984 and also makes me think of the aforementioned ex-boyfriend Albert. Cried to this one in a different way since it’s not a break up song…more a song for what could have been between us if he hadn’t of blown it by breaking up with me. 

SOUL CRUSHING LYRIC: 
“You should know, everywhere I go, you’re ALWAYS on my mind, in my heart, in my soul…baby.”

In retrospect the move from NY to FL eventually worked out well - good God, I never would have met Albert if we hadn't moved, right?

Oh, and Albert and I would never have made it - we had nothing in common. He and his family were from Cuba so around them or his friends he barely spoke English to me, which wasn't the best foundation for a relationship. He mostly just made out with me.
 
But our love wasn't meant to be...it wasn't the kind of love that lasts forever.
 
 

Friday, January 17, 2014

Disney done right.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how bad I want to take my kids to Disney – they’ve never been and are at what everyone tells me is THE PERFECT AGE to go.

I have never been to Disneyland - I’m a Disneyworld girl.

Being a teenager in Tampa made Disney pretty easy – when company came to visit, we went to Disney.
On summer vacation, we went to Disney. On my brother’s birthday, we went to Disney.
People can say 6 and 8 are "the perfect ages" to go all they want.
But in my book, the perfect age to go was 18 - back in May,1989.

GRAD NITE.
Here’s the deal; the park shuts down for one night open only to high school seniors.
FROM 11 AT NIGHT UNTIL 5 IN THE MORNING.

21 smackers - all night party.

There were rules to Grad Nite, especially when it came to what to wear:

Even Mickey was unsure.

I had enough trouble figuring out what to wear to school on a daily basis.
Now I had to put some serious, prom-level thought into another outfit? I was in heaven.
 Could this be more 80's? The polka dot dress! The Clair Huxtable shoulder pads!
The suspender guy jumping! Paisley ties!
The slutty girl with the off the shoulder sweater and leggings is not amused.
 
After many sleepless nights I settled on this outfit, and well, here I am "modeling" it.
My b/f/f Susanne and I would hang sheets in my living room and take
pictures of each other like we were fashion models. Lord. 
Dear fashion industry, HIRE ME. Love, Lori
I LOVED this get up – the top had a built in vest, the material was
all shiny and flammable and the skirt was long with a jagged hem at
the bottom that was all different CRAZY lengths.
 
This was my girl gang for the evening.
Here we are getting ready to board the party bus to Orlando:
Can we talk 80s fashion right now please?
Look at Jocelyn’s all white ensemble, and Valerie in the middle - I’m surprised Mickey let you through the gates with that short little dress on. And look at Sharon in the red, that giant fringy belt that I coveted!
 
Here's me and my Susanne, all Disney’d out with our ears on that are messing up my perfect hair:
Susanne was stylish in a light pink ensemble paired with a chic
navy giant belt that had a giant gold disc weapon on the front.
 
I love the way this cop is looking at her:
Probably wanted to question her about that belt.
 
We rode Space Mountain at 2:00 a.m. in our fancy clothes!!!
We hollered at boys!!!
WE SAW INFORMATION SOCIETY IN CONCERT!!! 
Pure energy.
What a great picture - seriously, this is in a photo album.
 
And I don’t know how we managed to do it but there were no boys in our little gang cramping our style.

Maybe because none of us had boyfriends at the time? I don’t know.
But I do remember it being a crazy fun night in the 80s with the girls.
Giant rulers and pencil cups! Because we're seniors!
 
Even if Mickey wouldn’t let me wear my studded choker/acid was jeans/bolo tie.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Who's bad?

Recently, I was reminded of one of the bazillion stupid things I did as a teenager.

The other day somebody mentioned that their kid had crashed the family car and I was like…oh yeah...been there done that. Except I backed my dad's new car out of the garage INTO my mom's car that was parked in the driveway.

She laughed and it seemed to make her feel better.
I felt a little sick to my stomach and a little proud at the same time.
I thought of some other stupid things and I wondered if they were dated, 80’s stupid things or if teenagers today still partake in any of the following activities:
Piercing ears with ice cubes and potatoes.
My b/f/f Susie and I would sit on the couch watching MTV for hours painfully numbing our earlobes with ice cubes. Then we would pierce each other’s ears with straight pins while holding half a raw potato behind our ear. I think the potato was precautionary so we didn't shove a needle into our neck? I don’t really know what the potato was for. I had three holes in each ear and Susie had like six or eight. Many a feather and shiny lacquer lightning bolt was worn in those holes. We’d emerge from the TV room victorious, dripping with cold melted ice and blood. Pretty! My parents never seemed to mind or question that we did this; they just kind of shrugged their shoulders confused, and handed us towels.

Fresh off some piercing, Susie and I ready to listen to some
"Hard Habit to Break"/snack break that involved Crisco.

Setting the alarm for 2:00 a.m.
I didn’t set my alarm to study for the big test in the morning, I set it because we had HBO and classic films like Porky’s and So Fine were on in the middle of the night. I lay on the couch in front of our television in the living room looking at boobies and butts, scared to death that my parents were going to come downstairs and catch me.
RYAN O'NEAL!

Changing on the bus.
Before school, Mom put the kibosh on several outfits before I walked out the door to catch the bus. Not a problem. I’d go upstairs, change, put the offensive outfit in a bag and change back into it in the waaay back of the bus while my friends held up their Members Only jackets to shield me. One truly inappropriate outfit consisted of a Madonna Like a Virgin concert t-shirt which I had cut into a stylish half-shirt, denim mini skirt and fishnet stockings. Suitable eighth grade attire.
Not sure why my mom had a problem with this.

Sneaking out/staying out all night.
I would say I was spending the night at Tracy’s house and she would say she was spending the night at mine. Some nights we had a plan, a party, somewhere to go. Some nights…we did not. Those were long nights. Lots of walking around, sitting on sidewalks, scaring friends by knocking on their windows in the middle of the night and make outs with boys. I was the worst at sneaking out of my house, I got caught each time but like a trooper (and an idiot) I kept right on trying.

Me and Tracy on the bus.
Plotting, planning, changing into the above referenced Madonna t-shirt.

See...these things were stupid, but in the big picture of stupid stuff I did (shoplifting, changing the grades on my report card, wracking up charges when I thought I was calling "free" 976 numbers...) these really weren't that bad.
That Madonna t-shirt is pretty tame by today's standards.
And I'm guessing the modern teenager wouldn't risk getting in trouble for
watching a movie about jeans with holes cut in the butt.
This song has been playing in my head on a loop since 1981.