I am in love

I went to the store the other day (I know this story starts off like many many other of my stories, but hold on) to pick up a random item. I honestly think it is a completely wasted trip if I make it to the register and have only one item, so I decided to look around for something else that I might want...since I was there. I remembered that I wanted to try another nail color so I found their selection. One little bottle caught my eye and I bought it. I must say: "where have you been all of my life?" I love this color. It is called Plum Vamp.

So I am kind of upset at the name. My first reaction to the term "vamp" was negative in that my typical idea is that the definition is "a seductive woman who uses her sensuality to exploit men." Now no comments from the peanut gallery, but I didn't exactly want to walk around waving my (very cute) hands with the message..."Hey guys, let me exploit you." Not that in this or any parallel reality any man would actually think I was serious. But that is beside the point. I promise this story will actually end.
So I was kind of sad, and I racked my brain for alternate meanings of the word, and remembered all of the horrid music lessons of my past. And there you have it...a vamp. A Jazz term : an accompaniment, usually improvised, consisting of a succession of simple chords.
All is right with the world. I can guiltlessly love my new nail color, and its racy name. I love Jazz. By the way, the Jazz Festival is going on!!!!

Ready, Set, GO!

Talk about being "ready"

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But honestly, as a Christian it is great to know that we really CAN be completely ready to die. Living is great, but just imagine what awaits us when our time here on earth is done? There is no better preparation for death then a life lived for Christ.

But I WANT it.............

I am convinced that a shopping addiction is inherited. Actually, I should stop referring to my love of shopping as a "shopping addiction" because, supposedly, that really is a classified addiction. I did take one of those crazy little online self-evaluation tests and I am proud to announce that I am cleared from any form of addiction, including blogging obviously.

What was I talking about? Oh yeah: shopping.

I lived in the Bay Area for who knows how long, but a while. Can you believe that I had no idea that there was a designer outlet mall within easy driving distance? I know, shocking! Anyway, my mom is in town for a visit so we headed down there for an afternoon/evening of shopping! It was great fun. Most of my favorite designers have an outlet there. By the time we were done the back of my truck was filled with bags. What a wonderful sight. I should have taken a picture. Well that is okay, I am sure that there will be many opportunities to do so....in the near future.