September 30

I can’t believe the month is over! How did that happen?

Today I thought I’d wear my Lysse print leggings. I’m usually prefer black, purple, and black. I like the Lysse tummy control but I’m not sure I’m liking the floral print.

Or my skinny legs.

Filter: Valencia

September 29

Celebrating National Coffee Day with my favorite mug.

I love this mug because it’s big, but not too big. Plus it features San Francisco landmarks.

Now, for National Wine Day.

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September 28

Since this blog is dedicated to recording my life, one Instagram picture at a time, I would be remiss if I didn’t include the uglier side of things.

This is a zit I’ve been battling for over a week.

I am TOO FREAKING OLD for zits, yet I get them. Most of the time, they manifest themselves in out of the way, out of glaring eye shot locations, such as in my ear, my neckline, or under my chin. This mother decided to present itself right next to my already big mouth.

I’m pretty sure when I’m talking to people, they are zeroing in on that huge red lump on my face.

Fuck.

And sigh.

Anyone who thinks that once you leave your teens, your days of pizza face are over are sorely delusional.

Just saying.

Filter: Amaro

September 27

My new doo is kinda-sorta falling into place.

Now if the rest of it would kindly fall into place…

Filter: Mayfair

September 26

I’m not really this awake at 7:30.

But I have so much to do today.

Dental cleaning, running around. Working. It’s mayhem, I tell you.

Filter: Willow

September 25

I have decided to climb Pikes Peak.

Oh, not all at once. And certainly not really. No, I’m going to walk up using Google maps on my NordicTrack. At approximately 3.something miles per jaunt, I should make it to the summit in 7 days.

That is, if I don’t die first.

Pikes Peak is over 14K feet tall in real life. Walking it, even on an incline trainer, is still walking UPHILL.

I didn’t think about that before I broke my workout into three mile segments.

It took me an hour, and I think I’m going to die.

Filter: Amaro

September 24

I think I’m almost back to normal.

Whatever “normal” is.

Filter: Walden

September 23

Back from Sin City with a severe case of jet lag. That’s because my red-eye flight was two hours late in taking off. This means I was up from 5 a.m. EST Sunday to 3:40 a.m. EST Monday.

I’m not one for sleeping on airplanes, especially with seat mates who aren’t related to me by blood or marriage. I also cannot sleep sitting up, not even in my own living room. By the time we touched down in Detroit at 7:10 a.m. EST, I had catnapped a total of 15 minutes. Maybe.

I will never again fly Spirit Airlines. I’m sure some people just love them; I am not among the fans. One, they nickel and dime you for everything, from overhead bins to water. I don’t know why they don’t charge for air. Two, there’s NO room. I’m a midget, and even I bumped my head on the seat in front of me. I can’t get any smaller; my sympathies to those who are bigger than me. My third reason for hating Spirit: the seat backs don’t recline. Not a smidge. It’s not just improbable, but it’s IMPOSSIBLE to get comfortable enough to doze.

On the plus side, I’m home. Vegas is flashy, it’s fun, it’s a train wreck, but I wouldn’t want to live there. Las Vegas is the gorgeous stripper you wouldn’t want your mom to meet.

I probably shouldn’t be driving, but I had to pick up my car.

Jet lag. It’s what’s for dinner.

Filter: Willow

September 22

Wow. The after wedding brunch at Jasmine in the Bellagio was TO DIE FOR. Honest to God, I can now go to heaven satisfied.

Jasmine is an Asian-Chinese inspired restaurant. There are butterflies everywhere.

I’m loving it.

Filter: Hudson

September 21

I didn’t take this selfie. The woman on the left did.

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