I Have a Justin Bieber Liver

Some of you loyal readers (Which I love any and all traffic to my not so advertised blog, so thank you in advance for reading. ANYWAY) know that I have had a little brush with not so awesome functioning liver.

You may think, "GASP! I didn't know someone could live for more than 8-24 hours with liver failure." Well that would be right. I don't have liver failure, but more that it's not breaking down everything as it should. Sure, it can filter my booze, processed foods, and artificial sweetner just fine, but that's just because those are the pushy bitches at the front of the line to meet Justin Bieber. My other bodily functions are more of the pushovers in this whole "Justin Bieber is my liver" scenario. (You know those girls that just plot and pine over Justin quietly in their room talking to his poster as if it were a real person.)

Those pushovers? Need some backstage passes to show those pushy bitches who really matters to Justin.

So, how does one get those backstage passes? For me, I see a naturopathic doctor. That means that instead of using chemicals (whorey behavior with roadies), I am cleansing (winning passes through an official fan club lottery.)

This means that my Justin Bieber liver gets face time with those functions that make my body run like a well oiled machine and keep the pushy (now whorey) bitches completely out.

In simple terms, I had a three day fast before a three week cleanse. The fast? Was crazy. I don't know how I managed to last three days eating no more than two bell peppers and drinking a lemonade concoction. I know that popular culture has given fasts and cleanses a bad name, (In this whole Bieber Fever scenario, it would be everyone outside of the tween-iverse) using a cleanse and fast that is supervised by a doctor (iTunes Genius suggestions), I choose to modify my diet and use known beneficial supplements (not changing the channel when JB is on) over those chemicals (whorey a la Lohan).

Fasting is not for everyone and by no means should be done lightly. It's weird to have food again, and even weirder that for the next month, I am essentially an ovo-lacto vegan. (OK, so I get some chicken, turkey, and fish in there, but really, it's a huge change.)

(And for those not in tune with their inner hippie, an ovo-lacto vegan means that you don't eat any animal parts or products like dairy, eggs, steak, etc.)

Long story longer, I have a Justin Bieber liver that has morals and won't let pushy bitches with whorey behavior kick it with it.

Beacause I'm a Self-Professed Techno-Weenie

I added the mobile and email abilities to my blog.

What does this mean for my devoted readers and passers by?

I'm glad you asked...

It means that I might be more inclined to post more frequently because I can do so via email and text message. AND...since I have the handy dandy iPhone, I can do all of that with my little security blanket.

Happy Friday and I hope that everyone has an amazing Labor Day weekend!

Cape Cod Wedding Weekend

Listening to all of the news outlets talking about Hurricane Earl and the fury it's about to rain (Get it? Rain instead of reign?) down upon Cape Cod, it made me realize I have not blogged about my trip to Boston and a little weekend in Cape Cod to celebrate Jessica and Kevin's wedding.

(First, I'm a bad friend. Now that it's out there, we can focus on the fun from June. And relish summer that much longer with the fact that the wind chill this morning in Denver was 37. And the high today is supposed to be in the low 80s. If that doesn't prove Mother Nature is menopausal, I don't know what will. I digress.)

First, I landed in Boston and met up with my friend since kindergarten, Caitlin. (Fun fact: She's the bride to wedding number 4 of 4 this year in Connecticut.) She moved to Beantown post-college, so I got to do the local stuff instead of the tourist traps. We managed to hit up a Red Sox game which is the closest thing to a religious experience I can imagine.

Troop 1812: From cookies to beer. (Note: that's an authentic rotary sign Fenway t-shirt compliments of Caitlin and her fiance Mark.)

Next up on the agenda was a trip to the Cape. (Say it like Elle.) The mist/fog that was around in a mild climate was surreal. The rehearsal dinner was at Kevin's parent's house and it was an amazing dinner with plenty of food for the masses and fresh "caught" oysters. We had a great contingent of Deltas to dominate the gazebo dance floor.

Never fear, we know how to make a group shot work.

For the ceremony and reception, we were at the Crosby Mansion. The mansion is from a sea captain named Something Crosby. His family lived there. It overlooked the ocean. It was pretty amazing. Oh, and during the whole ceremony, the pastor dropped all "R's" and added "R's" to anything ending in a vowel.

We aaah gatha-ed here to celebrate the wedding of Jessicar and Kevin.

During the reception, we naturally had to check out the Atlantic ocean. The water was a little chilly, but that didn't keep us from dipping in our toes. Also, it was overcast and rainy the entire weekend, aside from their wedding day. Not a cloud in the sky and no threat of rain.

I know I look like I hit the vitamin D cocktail a little harder, but to be fair to the other girls, it was the beginning of the summer.

If you were a bridesmaid and had a taffeta, water-stained dress, what would you do? Naturally, you would go frolic in the ocean. Well, at least if you're Daisy or Christie.

Clearly, this was also done completely sober. [Side note: Where's that damn sarcasm font?]

The wedding and reception were a great time...from what I remember....and from what I'm told, I had a great time. It was great to have a mini vay cay with my friends, but made even better because I got to celebrate Jessica and Kevin's first day as Mr. and Mrs. Foley.

Before I left, I got to hang in Boston for another day. Caitlin and Mark took me over to the North End for dinner with Daisy (who had to stick around Boston for another 2 weeks for work) and Andi and her fiance Chris (who live in Boston). We had amazing Italian food and capped off the night with a cannoli from a little bakery.

Practicing for our yachting days.

Granted, I waited several months to post this, but I loved reliving the weekend with this post. It was the beginning of this summer, so it's made me cherish those warm summer days in between.

A Colorado Cupcake Wedding Weekend

As some of you may know, one of my best friends and fellow blogger, A Colorado Cupcake got hitched this last weekend in beautiful Beaver Creek, Colorado! I stayed with the groom's family and you would never know that we had all met only a handful of times before.

The beautiful bride and her charming husband picked Beaver Creek for the mountain locale and to host a bevy of activities for their guests.

We started off the weekend with a Bridal Luncheon hosted by her future sisters-in-law, Suzi and Ashley.

Then it was on to the Rehearsal dinner hosted by the parents of the groom.

Where they had a S'more making bonfire in honor of the couple! (Note to self: learn how to make homemade marshmallows in mint and orange flavors.) (Actually on second thought, that might lead to a post-dodgeball losing White Goodman style weight gain. Effin' Chuck Norris.)

After the gorgeous ceremony at the Beaver Creek Chapel, the couple sped off into the sun(set) with their shabby chic "Just Married" sign.

Here's an up close of that shabby chic "Just Married" sign.

Then, the real party started! We have a tradition that we dance to Like A Prayer by Madonna at all of our fun, social events.

Here's the groom's cake. It's a Texas tradition, and unfortunately for me, the Aggie fan, it had to be Bevo.

David and Chelsea have both been great friends to me and a true blessing to have shared the first day of the rest of their lives as Mr. & Mrs. Ellis. They have a great support network and I am so glad that these two lovebirds found each other amidst every other guest.

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

I conducted an experiment this weekend that turned into another experiment once I hit the town.

I bit the bullet and got some hair extensions. Granted, I'm not going all Rapunzel with them, but I did add some length to my medium bob. I was trying them out since I have seen them used with ease with one of my other friends and realized that I would love to have longer hair some days.

With that, I ended up with some perfectly matched strands that I had my hairstylist as and trim accordingly with my appointment. Results of the experiment: I love having long hair. And long, curly hair at that. It's a trip, that's for sure.

Here, you can see how it turned out. (Don't worry, I covered that track with a little teasing.) My hair normally falls at the top of my neck when it's curled like this, so you can see it added some inches in curl. I'll have to follow up with pics when I style it straight.

The other experiment came when I hit the town to celebrate my cousin's girlfriend's birthday. (Follow that? There's a test later.) The conclusion is that gentlemen prefer blondes. But, blondes with long hair. I wore an outfit that I have previously worn (Chaddy, don't judge. If it ain't broke, don't accessorize it.) and knew the confidence I exuded (read: response from the male). But this time, I think the sheer volume of long, blonde hair made me a little more noticeable.

Either way, I'll take it and my tracks.

Quick Little Post

If you do only one thing today, tell your loved ones that you love them.

You never know when someone near and dear to you will be called home in line with His plan. One is never meant to understand His timing, but we must have faith and trust that everything happens for a reason.

Love, support, comfort, and sympathy for my friend and her family.

With peace, love and light for your days.

Humble Is My Middle Name

And, I'm incredibly modest. Just ask me.

So, in getting glam ready for a little Lady GaGa tonight, I was awoken by my dog wanting to get up at 5:30am. This is highly unusual from a dog that gives me the evil eye when I make him get up at 7:00am to go sleep somewhere other than my bed.

In all that life dishes out, the good and the bad, you can still wake up to your pup wanting out at 5:30am.

The icing on the cake, however, is the fact that he woke up not because he wanted to go try out another bed a la Goldie Locks, but rather to vomit.

And that's where I'm humbled. Crouching over my poor pup at 5:30am, strategically placing a plastic bag under him for easy clean up, all the while thinking about how I have to get up for the day in 20 minutes and I'm more pissed knowing that I won't get that 20 minutes of sleep. And then Harry heaves and I feel bad for the little guy.

It's good to know that Harry will always be there to keep it real.