Life with Helen

I’ve thought long and hard about this blog. I don’t want to sound proud or boastful, and I don’t want to sound like I’m lecturing. I just want to share these thoughts and maybe make a point. As women, we all have things about ourselves we don’t love and often try to change. Our butts are huge; we have thunder thighs, or worst of all, the dreaded booty-do. This is when your belly sticks out further than your booty do. It doesn’t matter if you’re a body builder or a couch potato, there is something you want to improve upon or make better. I’ve never been skinny. I’ve always been bigger than my friends, but that has never stopped me from being who I am. Throughout my entire life I have exercised, played various sports, and I still love being active. I am extremely healthy, and I have blood work and doctor records to prove it! However; as I grow older I am quickly realizing that weight is just going to be something that I struggle with, and I am completely at peace with that. I love ex...

My favorite part of any award show is the Red Carpet. I like the E! Red Carpet coverage because I think Giuliana Rancic, Kelly Osborne, and Ross Matthews actually know what they're talking about...most of the time. This year I got carried away with my Beauticontrol Tierra Azul bath milk and warming face mask that I completely forgot and missed it! Thank heavens for DVR! I love award shows and pageants so much mainly because it involves two of my favorite things, dressing up and judging people. ;p KIDDING...kind of. There are very few celebrities that I don't like, and I usually think my favorites are the best dressed and my least favorites are worst dressed. For example, that slut, Angelina Jolie, could wear a burlap sack or the most stunning Marchesa, and I would say she looked like a dirty "concubine" either way. This year was a little different. Some of my favorite actresses were showing up in gowns that my Mamaw would use as curtains. Without further ado, my best ...

It seems like when I was in pre-school I was constantly trying to find ways to drive Helen crazy. I promise it wasn't intentional! Anyway, I had never had a haircut before, but I had seen plenty, and it looked like entirely too much fun! I decided that it had to happen. The next day, I waited until just the right moment. Helen was busy around the house and keeping an eye on me, as she always did because it was absolutely imperative that she did. Just then the telephone rang, and these were the days when you had to stand at the phone because there were no cordless phones! It was my Nanny! Yes, this meant she would be talking for at least an hour! I grabbed the scissors, and started chopping away at my blond locks! It was so much fun, and then Helen turned around. Uh oh. She was furious, but it was too late. The damage was done. Helen then had no choice but to take me to get my first OFFICIAL haircut. I looked like Peter Pan for quite a while. In fact, we were watching a home video o...