Real Deal

It’s a rare occurrence for me to wash my hair. It’s such a chore, and I hate tackling it. My mom gets embarrassed at how greasy and smelly I sometimes let it get.

I never paint my fingernails or get manicures. My nail beds are horrible.

My gas station indulgence is Peach-O’s, and when it comes to the gummy goodness, I am a brand name snob. I will only eat Trolli.

I sleep in my Dad’s old baseball jersey. His nickname, Peavley, is stitched on the back.

I just learned to throw a bait caster. Come here bassy bass.

I still have drive-by’s/stalk in Scottsboro. Me and Hannah and Rebecca.

If you see me, and my hair is in a ponytail or a side pull-back, there’s a good chance I slept in that style the night before. My hair maintenance is just pitiful. I need Brenton in Scottsboro.

I shave my arms. All my friends complain I’m “prickly”.

I’ll never be accused of not showing enough leg or not wearing enough blush.

I cried in Ghosts of Girlfriends Past. There we were, in Paris waiting for a plane back to Rome, and I was sobbing my way through the French subtitles.

In the Public Eye

Something to look forward to.

Oh yeah, I'm girly.

Howdy Heidi.

Every Thursday night, it was a Bellomy family event. Even 'ol Keith made a pause out of his busy schedule for "That's HOT!"

The Beautiful campaign is never a let down.

The picture that pops up when Brenton calls. He styles me.

Most of these advertisements I have cut from magazines, framed, and displayed in my room. I don’t know what it is, but I am visually attracted to airbrushing and editing. There’s just something about a whimsical scene and pretty people. But it makes me think, in my life, what is my advertisement? Am I encouraging others in their walk, am I pointing them to Christ, and am I following through with my words? And yes, I make mistakes, but I do know that God isn’t finished with me, and if you are reading this and breathing, then He isn’t finished with you either.

“…being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” –Philippians 1:6

Neon Lights

More times than not, I am listening to Miranda Lambert on my iPod. I’m a huge fan, and I think it’s because I relate to her so well, or at least I think I relate to her so well. This is when my imagination gets the best of me, and I pretend I am on stage. For instance, The House that Built Me, her latest on the radio, I love our little house on Clemons Road, and I can’t imagine anyone else living here. Desperation there’s danger in frustration, I understand that. “All the things that make you made, and all the baggage in your past, don’t leave much room for a girl like me to be”, “It’s too bad didn’t have a chance to make me your best friend”, “Don’t worry about me, I got a wild card up my sleeve”, “When the lights go down, I won’t be around”, “If He could calm the storm and heal the blind, then I bet He could understand a heart like mine” are a few favorite lines from her compositions. But, Miranda has slipped one on me. I just discovered it, because it is not on iTunes or any of her CD’s. It’s the only thing my Mac has been playing lately. Poor Em. The song says it all, and the secret is out.

Setting the Record Straight

I’m not dating anyone. I don’t have a boyfriend, and I’m not planning a wedding. My Wal-Mart run-ins have turned into “How’s your love life?” questions. NO ONE around my neck of the woods ever asks ME how my love life is. Amanda called me saying, “Someone asked me about this boyfriend of yours.” Oh lawd, and just last week, I ran into one of my high school friend’s mother. She said, “Someone told me you were getting married.” I just laughed and said, “Well, you aren’t the first to ask me that!” But to be honest, the questions and the, “I heard who you are seeing’s.” don’t bother me. I look at it as “getting my name out there.” and the rumors are way more entertaining than my real life. It’s good to know the Scottsboroians haven’t given up total hope. I’m still hoping for my small town wedding!

Save the Date for One Two One Eight!!

I don't have to keep it a secret any longer, TOM AND KATIE ARE GETTING MARRIED! Cruise and Holmes, move over, there's a new TomKat in my focus. I am just thrilled, thrilled, and I love being around the two of them. I always tell Katie she is the genius girlfriend. I wish I could be her apprentice, because I have a few things to learn about that role. So in December, I will be there, with my jingle bells on. Yay for soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Tom Peavy!

Back, Ready to Attack: Travel Happy

Some of my favorite memories with my friends and family are the times that we have traveled together. Except for the time my parents and I went to San Antonio. I’ve been brainstorming a blog describing how I was not a “Happy Camper”, “Oh, the Places You’ll Go, But Please, No More San Antonio.” I’ve tried to put my awful attitude in the past, but my father LOVES to bring it up. Traveling with loved ones is very important to me. Being in a car for hours and hours, I enjoy that, and an airport is one of my favorite places to be. It’s exciting, you’re going to see someone special, visiting a place you have never been, or maybe returning home. So when I am traveling, I always notice how people travel, what their bags look like, how comfortable their shoes are and are they wearing make-up for the red eye. It’s interesting, because observing how a person travels can say a lot about their personality. Do they feel it’s important to buy Louis Vuitton luggage? Well, me and Rebecca Coan do.