Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Friday, December 25, 2009

Christmas Wishes from LC



"For to us a child is born, to us a son is given. He will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace." --Isaiah 9:6

On my absolute favorite holiday of the year...
Thank you God for these GIFTS you've blessed me with...

The gift of my health; for keeping me alive and allowing me another year of life when mine could have easily been taken this year...

The gift of my friendships; for sending the most incredible people into my life...

The gift of my family; for their support, encouragement, and constant love...

For the gift of my Mom; who always made sure I looked adorable on Christmas and always made the holidays super special for all of us...

For the gift of my Dad; who always puts his kids needs before his own...

The gift of LOVE...all the LOVE surrounding me makes the holidays, and everyday, so much more amazing.

The gifts we wrap in paper and bows and ribbons don't hold a candle to the people you've so generously given to me.


"Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exists, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy."
(From an editorial in the New York Sun, 1897, responding to a letter from 8-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon)

Thursday, December 24, 2009

What Not To Wear, Church Edition


Considering I’m a bit of a fallen away Catholic, it should not have surprised me when I walked into the church I grew up going to every Sunday as a kid, on Christmas Eve, and nearly every head in the back of the church turned to stare at me.

Was the ceiling about to cave in? You would have thought I was a big harlot who just sashayed through through the front door of the Vatican. Just because I haven’t been to Mass in a really long time doesn’t mean everyone needs to judge me. Does it?

“Who is she judging,” I whispered to my brother about one of the girls who was staring me down. “That bitch was like, the village bicycle in high school. Everybody took turns riding her. Now she’s a born again Catholic? What the hell.”

“I think it’s because they haven’t seen you in a long time,” he said. “By the way, you probably shouldn’t call people sluts in church. Jesus doesn’t like that very much.”

As I took off my coat, I began to wonder if the dress I was wearing was too clingy, too short, too curve hugging.

“What makes you feel like that?” my teenage niece Angela whispered to me halfway through church, after I asked her if I looked like a whore.

“Because there’s a guy three rows back who is staring at me, and he hasn’t stopped since we sat down.”

“He's staring at your butt!” Angela said, laughing. “Your dress is not too short. It’s very classy."

When we went home, my brother, sister-in-law, my niece and I, I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe my dress was, in fact, inappropriate for church. So I stood in front of the full-length mirrors in my Mom’s house and stared at myself. No, I was still pretty much fabulous.

I got to thinking about all the fashion faux pas I saw in that church service. There was an abundance of women who wore all the wrong things, especially in a church.

In the spirit of Christmas, because I’m so generous, I’m GIVING you all some pointers on making your wardrobe church appropriate.

1. The girl in church who wore knee high boots? Yeah, those are cute, they’re definitely in style, especially in the cold weather. But try not to pair them with a skirt that is actually a TUBE TOP, because you weigh over 180 lbs, and the cottage cheese spilling out the bottom and top of your skirt? Is so not something I EVER want to see again, especially in the house of the Lord.

2. The woman who is 65 years old (I know, because you’re older than my own mother is) should probably get a reality check. You are no longer a teenage girl. Therefore, it’s not a good idea to wear Disney character baby tees with denim skirts and Vans sneakers to church. And shorten the length of your nails. I mean, how do you even wipe your own ass? The priest may be nice enough not to judge you, but God sees everything, honey. He may love you just the same, but even He wouldn’t like your outfit.

3. The girl who stared at me when I walked in the door, a.k.a., the village bicycle? Just because you’re skinny from all the coke you’ve snorted through the last decade, doesn’t entitle you to wear that outfit. Your pants were in style. In 2002. Rocket Dog sandals? I wore those in 2000 around ASU. No self-respecting girl should be caught dead in them now. 4 inches of foam on your feet, in winter, at CHURCH? Girl. You must be on drugs. And P.S.--nobody wants to see your bra straps hanging out, especially the priest.

Some ideas for church appropriate outfits? Just look at this photo of the ladies of Lipstick Jungle for inspiration. Jazz up a simple shift dress with pearls or pretty accessories, and you’ll be a big hit in church. Yes, Catholics believe in forgiving everybody and everything, (why do you think most of the Mafia is Catholic?) but I think they draw the line when you look like a dime store hooker during the church services. Jesus created your boobs, but He doesn’t need to see them on full display during the Mass.

I think I will forward this on to the Pope.
I feel like he would be proud of me for making this public service announcement.
After all, even the Pope wears Prada loafers.

The Sweetest Thing about Christmas is Friendship...


One of the best Christmas presents EVER: my long lost BFF, who had been estranged for about 5 months, text me this morning to wish me a Merry Christmas.

This is the longest period of time we've ever gone without speaking to each other.
Considering we've been inseparable and friends since we were about fifteen, I felt like part of me was missing all these months.

We are still Courtney and Christina in The Sweetest Thing, Amanda.


Merry Christmas, to my bestie, the girl who has made millions of memories with me through the years.

Love,
LC (your BFF)

Friday, November 27, 2009

For the "Man's Man" this Christmas


In an attempt to solve all your gift-giving dilemmas this holiday season, I will feature items that I think would make great presents for all the people on your holiday shopping list, especially those challenging people who are always hard to buy for. One of those people is no doubt your brother. Or, your best guy friend. Or, the guy at work who not only listens to you bitch, but sometimes picks up the tab for the beer you drink at happy hour. And more than likely, your whiny ass owes him a damn good present.

The book you need to RUN to Barnes & Noble to purchase these guys is called, “I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell,” and after reading an excerpt in the store, I bought it immediately. I was laughing until my abs hurt, and the writer is genius. Your buddies will love it, and will want to add the author to their list of friends to drink with.

The writer is a womanizing, game playing, lying, immature, irresponsible, borderline alcoholic with shaky morals. His saving grace is that he is, in fact, hysterically funny.

Hmm. Sounds like the guys I’ve spent the greater part of my twenties dating.

Pick up your copy of “I Hope They Serve Beer” today at Barnes and Noble, Amazon.com, or Borders, and give the men in your life another book to read, which no doubt will be sitting next to the Maxim and Playboys next to his toilet.

Monday, November 9, 2009

The Keys to Your Heart



For all the gentlemen out there who actually read my blog, (and I not only salute you, but I just want to run up and HUG you for the support and love) I will begin giving ideas to you this entire month leading up to the big 12-25 (a.k.a., Christmas) for the ladies in your life, whether it be your sister, your BFF who provides you with great insight into the world of women, your girlfriend or wife, or, the always important lady in your life—your mother. Hey, you may think you know it all when it comes to football, golf, or Entourage trivia, but when it comes to what women really want under the Christmas tree? Yeah, not so much, fellas.

One absolutely ingenius idea I’ve come up with for the guys out there who want to give their lovers a to-die-for present for Christmas is the Tiffany Key Necklace. You have an assortment to choose from, and they are graceful against the neckline. They are also meaningful: offering a lady a key—whether it is to your apartment, your home, or your heart—that’s always a big deal, and means the world to your woman.

For the woman who means a lot to you, head on in to my favorite place on earth, where it seems nothing bad could ever happen. (Okay, okay, it was actually Audrey Hepburn who spoke those eternal words in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Can I help it if I’ve seen the movie over 150 times?) Pick up a little blue box for your lady-in-waiting today.

Unlock the key to her heart, and maybe, one day, you’ll find yourself right back in Tiffany’s, picking out the ring that will steal her heart away, forever.

Yes, I am in love with love.


My favorite Tiffany locations happen to be right here in my home state of Arizona: La Encantada in Tucson has a fabulous store with friendly, personable associates, and Scottsdale Fashion Square Tiffany's is professional, knowledgeable, and will go the extra mile for you. Check them out today.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

LC's Christmas Wish List...Starts Now.




Numero Uno on my Christmas Wish List?

World Peace. Duh.

But since that shit is probably not going to happen, why waste a wish on something unrealistic? If I’m going to wish for something unrealistic, I’d rather waste my wish on things like a new Chloe bag, or dresses from Diane von Furstenberg, or a Cartier tank watch.

But this is one of those items that makes my wish list, even if I know I might not get it.

Every time I walk into Nordstrom’s, third floor, right by Nordstrom Café and across from Brass Plum, I glance over at the home section where I always stare longingly at this gorgeous satin robe that’s lined with the most incredible fur I’ve ever felt in my life; so soft and sensual, I can imagine my freshly bathed and moisturized body slipping right into it while I do my hair in the mirror of my vanity, or apply my makeup in the mornings. It is luxurious and beautiful and I want it, Santa Claus, damn it!

But since I am no longer a little girl who writes hopeful letters to the man up North, I guess I’ll just have to save lots and lots of loose change and hope for the day when I can bring that robe home, and slip it on the body that was meant to feel such extravagance.

(Yeah, I’m talking about me, Santa, I can’t help it if I’m a little selfish, you never gave me a baby sister when I asked for one 24 years ago in preschool, and I’m used to getting the spotlight. You also haven’t brought me babies of my own—though maybe I should be thanking you for that—and so I have no one else to worry about except myself.)

Who knows what the holidays will hold in store for me…this year, I think someone to kiss under the mistletoe might be a more worthwhile present to ask for than a robe that costs $265.00. But it never hurts to ask, right?

To find this robe, check out Nordstrom online: www.nordstrom.com (the link is also on my blog page.) It is made by a line called 'Giraffe' and the fur lining is incredible.