Boulder and the Beautiful

Now you even get your own Victoria’s Secret line? Lucky trust-funders!

http://www2.victoriassecret.com/collection/?cgname=OSPNKCLIUCO&cgnbr=OSPNKCLIUCO&rfnbr=5098

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http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=28004399&utm_source=etsy_finds&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=etsy_finds_072809

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• Want to start your day with something perty? Check out our latest photo galleries! http://ow.ly/hhNC #
• Look gorgeous while sweating! http://ow.ly/hhMW #
• Boulder duo brightens the tennis scene. http://ow.ly/hhMC #
• Outdoor entertaining: As simple as possible. http://ow.ly/hhMt #
• As seen on pearl street – dude in a jester costume. #
• Looking for a formal/wedding dress shop that would like to be featured in September’s Women’s Mag… hit me up. #
• The latest style: No eyebrows!? See Bobbie Thomas’s blog and barf with me: http://allday.msnbc.msn.com/archive/2009/07/21/2003487.aspx #
• “When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other.” – Chinese proverb, on beauty #
• Need a laugh? Listen to these songs without auto-tune: http://bit.ly/1DwuRT #
• Um… my best friend bought a Bumpits. Please console me. https://www.bumpits.com #
• I wish I were here…. http://ow.ly/hhLc #
• It’s a sock day. #

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Your crumpled metal edging is not a yard sculpture.

http://boulder.craigslist.org/zip/1248801366.html

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• Vodka with vitamins?! http://ow.ly/hhK4 #
• The power of the feminine: http://ow.ly/hhJQ #
• I seem to have worn my orange pumps a little too much. #
• The strength in sensuality! This is one of my favorite topics ever. http://ow.ly/hhJ3 #
• My favorite Boulder store of the month: http://ow.ly/hhIm #
• Just talked with Bobbie Thomas, “Today” show beauty queen…. inspired to give myself an at-home spa day! #
• Don’t kill Aphrodite. You are sensual. Own it, girl. http://ow.ly/hhIF #
• Tips on how to refresh your look with recycled fashion: http://ow.ly/hhIc #
• Need an excuse to shop? I love these eco-friendly, fair-trade items made from recycled metal? http://ow.ly/hhHY #
• Ut oh. The contortionist in the green spandex is out on the mall. #
• As seen on pearl street: a man playing the xylophone with his feet. #
• Need a great beach book? http://ow.ly/hhHJ #
• Here are three products I’m loving for July. http://ow.ly/hhHB #
• As heard in the newsroom- what is the style for nep-tizzle? #
• Need a laugh? http://www.latfh.com/ #
• Knitting + coffee = awesome. http://ow.ly/hhMJ #
• July’s Women’s Magazine is out! And awesome, if I do say so myself. #

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OK, I am obviously confused about my colors. Regardless, here’s a pretty cool deal going on right now.

Dig out your old pink compacts, Mary Kay will recycle them and plant a tree. Here’s how it works:  Turn your old pink compact into a local Mary Kay consultant and she  will send it to Mary Kay.  For each compact turned in Mary Kay will plant a tree.

Here is a local contact:
Leah Kennedy
Mary Kay Cosmetics
303-589-3257
www.MaryKay.com/LeahKennedy

Some studies have connected aluminum, found in deodorant, to diseases. Alzheimer’s. Kidney problems. All kinds of ouch.

Why mess around with that scary stuff when there is a perfectly lovely alternative — a natural deo with no aluminum that actually works. (If you’ve sniffed the hippies on the Pearl Street Mall you know that “natural” can be quite unpleasant.)

I have been wearing the natural antiperspirant and deodorant by Skin by Monica Olsen for about a week now. The first day, I noticed that my armpits smelled different and it annoyed me. Later, I exercised and I didn’t sweat profusely or stink so bad that the other gym rats moved away.

I gave the product the final test this weekend in Lake Powell’s 190-degree weather, and I can now say, without hesitation, this deodorant works under even the most repulsive of conditions.

My scent of choice: Lavender.
$13.95
www.skinbymonica.com

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My friend, Leah, made this list of bad dates on Marie Claire’s Web site.  She’s slide No. 22, about the unfortunate mustache.

http://www.marieclaire.com/sex-love/relationship-issues/articles/bad-date-stories?src=nl&mag=mar&list=mhb&kw=ist

Here is my own tale of a horrid date — also involving Leah — not that this was actually a date of any kind.

My friends and I are out in Denver at an adult prom party. I am wearing a banana clip, one pink fingerless leather glove, a tri-layer tutu, mismatched earrings and several stars glued to my temple. So it is no surprise when some dude at the bar hits on me; obviously, I look Cindy Lauper hott. Maybe hottt with three t’s.

At first, the dude — who has a doolittle haircut and couldn’t be older than 18 (maybe 15) — pushes my shoulder as he walks past. Meh? I keep dancing, because “Footloose”  is on, and it is time to kick off my Sunday shoes.

That I do, and they land in the middle of the dance floor. Now I am barefoot and doing awesome ’80s moves, such as the Roger Rabbit, and Dude walks past again, obviously hunting me. But this time, instead of the aggressive poke, he grabs my arm and literally jerks me out the front door. I am so shocked that for a moment I stare at him, like “How do I know this person? I must know him.” Because no guy would ever rough up a girl he doesn’t know as an attempt to… hit on her?

He blurts out: “Tell me what you have going for you other than your good looks.”

I am not sure if I should be flattered or frightened, so I opt for silly (always the safe answer) and I start dancing.

“Well, I am kicking off my Sunday shoes. I have that going for me.”

He is not amused, and squints and glares some more at me, his hand still locked around my wrist tightly.

At this time, Leah notices my banana clip is missing from the dance floor and sees me outside in what appears to be a domestic violence/kidnapping incident. Like any girl, her “Save Me, Friend” radar is blaring on high volume, and she knows I need an immediate escape route. She races to my side, wedging her tiny self in between me and Dude, forcing him to lose grasp of my now purple-with-lack-o-circulation arm.

“I am Leah. I am her sister,” Leah announces. (We have similar exaggerated facial expressions and the same crude sense of humor that most people think we are sisters anyway.)

I chime in, “Yes, she is the nice sister.”

Dude looks back and forth between us, not sure what to do. Until:

“Yeah, if by nice sister you mean I would kill you with my hairbrush.”

Leah doesn’t flinch. She looks Dude right in the eyes and doesn’t smile or blink or breathe.
It’s perfect. Dude slowly backs away, speechless.
I think I saw him running down the street, crying for his mommy.