Shocker: I totally chickened-out on the face reno

Well, well, well. The plot thickens. After months of anticipating my big needle-fest with Dr. Brandt – Botox, Restylane, the whole nine yards – I wimped-out in the reception area of his New York office. He was super behind schedule (at least an hour and a half), and as I sat there, it gave me…

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Home is where the P90X is. Ouch. Cue heating pad.

Never let it be said that I don’t give life my all. My 100 percent. My “A” game. Because I so totally do. In the past 72 hours, ever since we got back from the best trip ever, I’ve been a veritable beehive of activity. And today’s Scorpio horoscope in The New York Post pretty…

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Beauty Armoire Monday: Not seeing age spots

Day four of Road Trip 2011: Heartland America. We’re in gorge downtown Chicago as I try to peck this blog post out on Hubby’s eensy weensy Mac Air. Jiminy Christmas, it’s like a Polly Pockets version of a laptop. So please forgive me if I start writing like this jadfhaifhiauhfeiourhaieuhjhvbufg all of a sudden. Anyway,…

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