Thursday, January 28, 2016

Little Life Brooke Moss

It is dang near impossible to explain the "Expat Hoarder Mentality" to someone who hasn't lived abroad. 
Never, ever take for granted the ability to go into a grocery store and buy exactly what you want, when you want it. That's a luxury I didn't quite understand until I moved abroad. 
For instance, I just got over a horrible bout with the flu. Actually, that name doesn't do justice. Let's be more specific, and refer to it as: Satan's Sick Way of Making You Wish You Were Dead Tummy Bug. Anyhoo, as I was clawing my way out of the trenches today, I would've done unmentionable things for a bottle of ginger ale. Now, my stomach doesn't tolerate bubbly drinks anymore, but I would've been willing to risk it for 1/4 cup of some blessed, *real* ginger ale. But no. Because I live in Korea.
This is why I have found a deeper appreciation for the convenience of American shopping. Want some spaghetti squash? Go get it! Need some Crystal Light? Here, take 20! Have a hankerin' for some peanut butter cups? Come on over, we've got plenty. 
Say a little prayer. Thank God for American grocery stores, friends.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Guess what I discovered?


Who knew?

Yup. Here in South Korea, Karaoke is king, and so with three of my fellow expat friend's having birthday's in January, naturally we decided to celebrate with some Mexican food and karaoke. (Well, a Korean interpretation of Mexican food, which is questionable at best.)

I wasn't planning on staying. Honestly, in South Korea people drink. They don't just have drinks with dinner, they pound the alcohol down until they're cross eyed. Granted, my circle of friends aren't like that, but since some of them were celebrating birthday's, they were whooping it up right proper. However, I don't drink, so I expected to be bored, embarrassed, and itching to go home and write.

Because honestly...I'm always itching to write.

But I discovered something about myself. I really like South Korean Karaoke. You get a private room (that is decorated like something out of a mid 70's porno flick). You bring some drinks (alcohol for them and H20 for me) and some snacks (because cake makes you shake, friends.) And you and your friends sing and dance and act a fool, but nobody else in the place can witness your humiliation. After a while we all stopped caring about how we sounded, and just focused on being loud and crazy. It was awesome.

I'm starting to think that my expat friends are as great as my friends back at home. Which is awesome. 

I really dig Karaoke. When I turn 40 in May.............I want to do it again. Holla.


Wednesday, January 13, 2016

I have a peculiar fetish...

Funny guys.

There is literally nothing more attractive than a funny guy.

My husband is crazy funny. But he doesn't show that side of himself to very many people, so he is like a closet comedian for me. I love it.

I also love famous funny guys. I think I love them more than the regular, run of the mill, hot actors. Though, I still enjoy those dudes, too. But funny guys? Fantastic.

Here are a few of my favorites:

Kevin James is one of my favorites. He reminds me of my nerdy hubby. His character in "Hitch" is my husband to a T.

Who are your favorite funny guys?


Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Fake hair...don't care!

I've talked (very) openly about my struggles with (fe)male pattern baldness, stress-induced hair loss, and alternative hair wearing...and the response from my reader and writer friends has been so heart warming! It really touches my heart to know that my struggle is familiar to others, and that I'm not alone in my frustration.

So this year I wasn't visited by Santa Claus. Instead, my Hairy God Mother stopped by, leaving me two new Jon Renau wigs to make my winter and spring lovely! I was so grateful. Wigs can only be worn for about 6 months (of daily wear) before they start to get matted and the lace fronts turn scratchy and start losing strands. Since I'd worn my last two wigs (I rotate between two wigs during a 6 month period) since the summer, it was the perfect time for Santa er, my Hairy God Mother to stop by.

This time around, I chose two longer styles. They're both Jon Renau wigs--because, well, let's just be honest: Jon Renau is the best at synthetic wigs (which I prefer over human hair) priced affordably. And they're both blonde--because my handsome nerd of a husband prefers me with blonde hair, and so I said I would make this the year of blonde. But the longer style came from my childish need for long, beautiful princess hair. Unfortunately, I've always had short, fine, easily damaged and broken hair, and I've never experienced long locks. But now that I'm balding? Why not!

If your hair is coming out of a box, why not get the hair you've always dreamt about. :) are some shots of my fun new hair. I actually had someone tell me the other day that I didn't look old enough to have four children, or a sixteen and a half year old...after I kissed that person right on the mouth (Just kidding--I missed) I explained that it's the (fake) hair. People see the blonde Barbie hair and it de-ages me by at least a decade. Holla.

This is me with my handsome hubby. Isn't he cute?

Friends, if you're experiencing thinning hair, or patchy loss, or even if you just hate your bio hair, please consider treating yourself. It's okay to want to feel beautiful. And for me (and hopefully each of you) 2016 will be the year of self care. No more BS, no more apologies for being me, no more putting myself on the back hair is just one facet of that commitment.

Hope your Hairy God Mother visits you soon!