My father - may he rest in peace - gave me many things including an enormous head, lead feet (the reason I rarely saw action on my high school basketball team), and an undying devotion for the University of Kansas. I live just a block away from that university now, and only three blocks from storied Allen Fieldhouse where the University of Kansas beat our arch-rival, the University of Missouri, yesterday. It was the last-ever regular season, Big 12 Conference game in a rivalry born on Civil War battlefields with Kansas on the side of good and God. (For you out-of-state readers who may not know - or care, understandably - M.U. is leaving the Big 12 for the SEC.) It was a down-to-the-buzzer, one-point, overtime barn-burner and the best, most exciting game I've seen in my entire life. After an exhausting night of celebrating, I woke up in a sweet afterglow tinged with melancholy. I sure wish my Dad could have seen that game. And I'm sad to see such a great tradition come to an en…
I'm on a serious Brussels sprouts kick right now. Here they are sliced thin on the mandolin, sauteed in lemon-infused olive oil and butter, then tossed in lemon balsamic vinegar and Garlic Expressions salad dressing. Sprinkled with fresh, shredded Parmesan cheese. Divine.
I'm hoping today's column will make readers think twice before hitting the tanning beds (which should be outlawed, imho). And, if you're over 40, get your epidermis into the dermatologist's office for a full body scan asap.
Yes, I'm on a bit of a soapbox. But, I think I'm entitled.
I took advantage of a completely unscheduled day to stay at home in my yoga pants (I could live in these things), let my forehead heal, and catch up on my reading. This terrific new book (release date: March 13) is right up my alley these days since I'm determined to take much better care of my skin from here out. Written by a New York "dermatologist to the stars," it's packed with easy, affordable tips - including plenty of drugstore product recommendations - to help your skin look its best. The good doc offers 77 rules in short chapters written in pithy but personable style. Here are three freebies for you, but I really recommend you buy the book: Avoid UV heating lamps in nail salons because the UV rays age your hands.Don't use sunscreens containing Retinyl Palmitate.Best over-the-counter remedy for extremely dry skin: Vaseline Intensive Rescue Clinical Therapy Skin Protectant Body Lotion. (Geez. How'd they get all that on the label?)
With one more day of treatment to go, this is about as bad as it's looked, so far. Surprisingly, it hurts very little now. The skin is tight and the cream stings a little going on but, all in all, not tragic. And now that my bangs are getting longer, camouflage is even easier to achieve. I'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel!
The plot thickens (see preview post below): On the second night of our stay in London, a concert will be held in my honor (oops! I mean the Queen's honor) in front of Buckingham Palace. Headlining are Paul and Elton, Tom Jones (get out of town!), Shirley Bassey and a"host of other stars to be announced at a later date." If Adele signs on, I'll be completely gobsmacked! The bad news is that the 5,000 available free tickets are to be given by lottery to U.K. residents only. (Whatever!) The good news is, there is serious potential for some major celebrity sightings. The bad news is, there is no way we're getting anywhere near Buckingham Palace on this trip. And the crowds aren't going to be fun either. Or will they? After all, what self-respecting Anglophile doesn't love a good spectacle?
I just learned that the city of London will be throwing a welcome pageant, featuring a flotilla of 1000 boats down the River Thames, on the day the hubs and I arrive in town. How lovely of them! How charming! Okay, the hoopla is really for the Queen on the occasion of her Diamond Jubilee, but I can pretend, can't I? The good news is, our flight gets in early that morning (June 3) so we can get to our hotel and freshen up before dashing to the river at "high water." Crazy fun stuff like this always seems to happen to us when we travel. Except for the time we missed Paul McCartney in Santa Fe by three hours.
chances are good your favorite lipstick contains lead. Does anyone else find this incredibly hard to believe in this day and age? The top ten offenders: 1. Maybelline’s Color Sensation in Pink Petal. (Lead content: 7.19 ppm) 2. L’Oreal Colour Riche in Volcanic. (Lead content: 7.00 ppm) 3. NARS Semi-Matte in Red Lizard. (Lead content: 4.93 ppm) 4. Cover Girl Queen Collection Vibrant Hues Color in Ruby Remix (Lead content: 4.92 ppm) 5. NARS Semi-Matte in Funny Face. (Lead content: 4.89) 6. L’Oreal Colour Rich in Tickled Pink. (Lead content: 4.45) 7. L’Oreal Intensely Moisturizing Lipcolor in Heroic. (Lead content: 4.41) 8. Cover Girl Continuous Color in Warm Brick. (Lead content: 4.28) 9. Maybelline Color Sensational in Mauve Me. (Lead content: 4.23) 10. Stargazer lipstick in shade “c.” (Lead content: 4.12)
Come on, people, get the lead out already!
"Don't get me anything for Valentine's Day," I say, predictably, every year. "I mean it. Save your money. It's just a nothing holiday created to sell chocolate and greeting cards. I'm serious about this now. Consider it a 'honey-don't'. No purchase necessary."
I just love it when he ignores my instructions.
Happy V-Day to all.
I continue to document my Efudex drama for all the people who will be handed a prescription by their dermatologist, then proceed to Google "Efudex" images until they're so scared they put off treatment for months, like I did. Here I am at Day 16 (with 5 days to go) and, while my forehead now resembles a pepperoni pizza, I am doing fine. It has been far less painful than I thought and the itching, while annoying at times, is totally manageable. I have a way to go until I achieve total crustiness (that's the holy grail of this deal; the sign that you are healed) but, so far, I've had no desire to stay away from people, like my doctor told me I would. The difference, of course, is make-up. I don't wear it all the time because it tends to increase the itching. But on days like today when I have to do some light errand running, it's a godsend. Here, for you present and future Efudex patients, is my arsenal... From left to right: Clinique's tinted moisturize…
Whitney Houston died yesterday afternoon in Los Angeles at the age of 48. So young; so tragic. I've been browsing her videos this morning and decided to post this one because, despite its extreme 80's cheesiness, I still love the song.
I'm jolly. I'm old. 'Guess it's time to finally go to jolly old England! Just booked a 2-week trip to the U.K. in early June for the hubs and I. 'Nothing like planning a bucket list trip to take your mind off what ails you.
I discovered two important things today:
1) While I have a relatively high threshold for pain (childbirth will do that for a gal), I have ZERO tolerance for itching. And, oh, how these lovely lesions itch. Like chicken pox, they prickle. ARGH!
2) While the bangs strategy was genius from a cosmetic standpoint, the fringe feels like little needles when it brushes against my forehead. I had to pull my hair back in a headband as soon as I got home from work. Hopefully, I won't gross anyone out at the dinner table tonight.
We hadn't been to a Free State Brewing Co. beer banquet in years. It's become a red hot ticket and you have to be on the ball to get seats. This year, tickets to all four nights sold out in 11 minutes online, but I was there at the opening bell, fingers blazing over the keyboard, and scored a table for six. It was a decadent thing to do on a "school night," but well worth it (and an excellent distraction from the increasing annoyance of my Efudex treatment.) The banquet pairs all kinds of beer with exquisite food, and you just can't believe how complementary the flavors are. The best pairing may have been with the entree (shown above): Rack of New Zealand red deer, blue and orange sweet potatoes, braised Brussels sprouts and red wine rosemary glace with.... Copperhead Pale Ale with a sprig of rosemary! (Note to self: Investigate use of fresh herbs in various kinds of beer.) With the exception of one very small slice of brioche (topped with pan-fried fois gras, bla…
Efudex treatment is a little like labor. It starts slowly and intensifies in stages, exponentially commanding your attention along the way. The spots on my forehead are darkening, and the skin is tightening with kind of a low-grade, constant burn. It's been so gradual that I'm adjusting pretty well. Today, I didn't attempt to cover it with make-up, as I did last week week. The doctor recommended keeping the skin covered with Vaseline. I found a petroleum jelly product with added shea butter and Vitamin E at CVS that felt so good on my face, I put it on my hands and neck, too. Fortunately, my new 'do with heavy bangs is hiding most of the speckles, to the point where I might go ahead and go to lunch with the Rotarians with no fear of people losing their appetite. Critical to the 'do's magic is this new product - Night. Rider by Kevin Murphy - which holds my bangs exactly where I want them. Lovely citrus smell, too. Highly recommended.
One of the reasons I haven't been BoomerGirl'ing much lately is because I was rehearsing this fine cadre of, er, gals for a talent show, which finally occurred last night. The show was part of the "Red Shoe Event," a fundraiser for our community homeless shelter. Our top secret act was called "Honey, I Shrunk Beyonce" and our featured number was "All the Single Ladies." What you don't see in the picture above are the "arms" of the Beyonce clones since their wives were rehearsing elsewhere. This is what the scene looked like backstage when the act came together, and I use that term loosely.... A friend videotaped the show. I hope to see our act soon on YouTube. When I do, I'll embed it here so you can see why I've been so distracted lately. (I'm still hearing that song in my head.)
I agreed to review "V is for Vagina" by Dr. Alyssa Dweck without hesitation. After all, I performed in "The Vagina Monologues" last year around this time (in front of my son and daughter, no less). I've become one with my lady flower! V-Power, and all that. Still, I wondered if there was anything dear Doctor Dweck could teach me, at my age. I received my advance review copy and skimmed the pages. As suspected, there were only a couple chapters of interest to a post-menopausal woman, provided said woman isn't considering a piercing down there or, God forbid, a vajazzle job (think Bedazzling meets the Brazilian - yikes!) I put the book down on the breakfast bar to read later, and never saw it again. 'Seems my adult daughter has absconded with the tome and is none too eager to return it. I'd say that's a positive review.
I decided I might as well start my Efudex photo diary this morning while I'm still in a good mood. As you can see, there are some red spots surfacing on my forehead, most notably the one in the middle (I'm going to look for a large ruby to hide it.) It's going to get a lot worse before it gets better but, for today, it's manageable and pain-free.
This morning, I added a new ingredient to my traditional Greek yogurt and frozen blueberry smoothie recipe - sugar-free black cherry syrup! Mmm. I still threw in some cinnamon (lowers blood sugar), lemon-infused balsamic vinegar, Chia seeds and a scoop of vanilla protein powder, but the syrup replaced the Stevia nicely....and with no sugar substitute after-taste. Keeper!