Let’s get ridiculous. 1
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I have a theory that a life without ridiculousness is no life at all.
(I’m sure this comes as a huge surprise.)
One of my favorite bloggers, Rachel Wilkerson, has a fabulous post where she lays out the rules of being ridiculous. Any ridiculous person knows that there’s good ridiculous and baaaad ridiculous. Rachael explains the difference between the two quite well, but I’ll give you an example to further illustrate her point.
Dyeing your hair pink, wearing a banana dress, and pretending to be Katy Perry’s twin for the day?
Good ridiculous.
Getting a large tattoo of Katy Perry’s face on your upper back?
Baaaad ridiculous.
Make sense?
Taking all of this into consideration, I feel like I’ve had an utterly ridiculous week.
In a good way.
Here’s a few of the highlights:
1. I got Disney Princess nails.
They are pink. They are sparkly. They are the nails that every five-year-old girl dreams of.
At 28, I’m probably a little too old for them, but then again, I wasn’t allowed to wear nail polish at the age of five. I’m simply making up for lost childhood dreams, people.
Speaking of age-inappropriate accessorizing…
2. I’ve taken to wearing kickboxing jewelry.
That’s right — kicboxing jewelry.
You know…like, jewelry you kickbox in?
What’s sad is that I picked these up at the Claire’s accessories in Smalltown mall.
What’s even more sad is that wearing them actually makes me punch a million times harder during Turbo Kick.
Speaking of Turbo Kick…
3. I got my hair done to go to the gym.
This was less because I wanted to impress my fellow gym rats and more because it was the only time I could fit it in. Either way, the smooth, silky locks I spent two hours in a chair for were completely demolished in a mere 45 minutes.
My weave is always drenched with sweat after some intense cardio. Once dry, it ends up looking like…well…that.
Scott says it’s because my hair hates me.
I think my hair just hates to work out.
The silver lining to all of this is that I’ve finally realized sweat works just as well as the eighteen dollar sea salt spray I’ve been using. Maybe even just a little bit better. Now I must figure out how to capture my perspiration it in an easy-to-use spray bottle.
Speaking of spray bottles…
4. I’ve invested in leg makeup.
Airbrush leg makeup.
I feel as if this needs no further explanation.
Speaking of flawless thighs…
5. I kind of looked into trying out for the Minnesota Vikings Cheerleading team.
I’m pretty sure the cut-off age is 24, and I’m not too jazzed about the requisite swimsuit pageant…but wouldn’t it be kind of awesome if I was an NFL cheerleader? If only to get my feet in a pair of those delightful boots?
Obviously, I would start a new blog about the experience entitled “Rah! Rah! Push-up Bra!”
Scott walked into our office right in the middle of my…um…research. I tried to close the browser window immediately, but was a split second too late.
He simply rolled his eyes and said “You are not doing that.”
Speaking of Scott rolling his eyes…
6. I may or may not have ordered the aforementioned banana dress.
The crazy thing is, I’m not even in the market for a banana dress. I simply needed something ridiculous to open this post with and ended up Googling “banana dress” on a whim.
By the time I got to the end of this, I realized that not showing up to my high school reunion wearing a dress covered in bananas would be a cardinal sin. I mean…it just seems so…me.
I mean, aside from the fact that I don’t really enjoy eating bananas all that much.
Jury’s still out on whether I’ll dye my hair pink or not.
It’s like sweaty cotton candy! (Sweaty cotton candy goes well with bananas…right?)
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Aug 10, 2012 @ 08:06:28
Love it! Especially the princess nails & pink hair! Such a rock star you are!