Eden Gabrielle Fromberg, DO, is an osteopathic physician, Board Certified in Obstetrics & Gynecology (1999) and Board Certified in Holistic Medicine (2003). Dr. Fromberg has an extensive and diverse background in yoga and women’s healing arts, and is a highly regarded consultant in natural childbirth and holistic women’s health & fertility. Born by natural childbirth in Brooklyn, New York, she was fully breastfed, weaned onto a naturopathic diet, and raised as a third generation vegetarian.
Who is Rod Benson aka @boomtho? Only the most popular pro basketball player in Korea. And an entrepreneur, graphic designer and writer too. Remember when I told you about Rod’s hilarious blog?
The dude is smart – he graduated from Berkeley. A 2012 Cal alumni publication article about Rod quoted one of his friends thusly:
“He was kind of a nerd,” says Renee Pesiri ‘07, a Berkeley law student who became friends with Benson during freshman year. “He taught me the Dewey decimal system.”
Remember when I told you that I miss my garbage disposal most? I miss my washer/dryer too.
In New York, it’s a tremendous luxury to have a washer/dryer in your apartment. Even paying $1 million to buy an apartment doesn’t mean you’ll have that amenity. In fact, the building might not even have a laundry room!
All manners of body tape and things to cover nipples
So much shapewear, not just Spanx
Every shade of hair dye
Picture a supermarket but filled only with beauty items. I inevitably go there for one thing and leave with, like, seven.
This time I stood in confused awe by the styling wands. Ricky’s had such a range of options that I realized I needed to do some research before committing.
This photo from the 2013 Kids’ Choice Awards is interesting on its own. How did Kristen come to be sitting on Katy’s lap?
Via USMagazine.com
I don’t know her (obviously) but she doesn’t seem like a big lap sitter. Too much attention.
The pic becomes all the more interesting after watching this video from 2009.
Side note: I truly hope someone has educated Adrienne Bailon about the hurtful nature of the word “retarded.” Click here to learn more about the campaign to end the R word.
She put something on a tissue and dabbed it on my eyebrows before threading them. How was I to know?!
I was tempted to take this picture with me to the brow place today. Aren’t hers great? But instead I let the woman do her thing and follow the natural shape of things.
Threading hurts a little, but I much prefer it to having a stranger wield hot wax over my face. The price is also right: just $6 at my neighborhood spot. (although if I worked for Google, it would be free)
I pop in for a touch-up every month or so and then tweeze between visits.
As I fly back from Dallas, check out more thoughts on music from @AestheticsGirl
It crawls into your head and takes control of your brain—the earworm.
Unbidden by you, you walk to the car with some random song jangling about your head. You hum along to it in line for coffee garnering strange looks from the fellow caffeine hounds, and in many instances the lyrics pop out of your mouth without you even realizing it happened.
The earworm has you. Earworms are tough to kill and can last for days despite attempts to get that song out of your head.
In fairness, not all earworms are bad. The Black Keys “Lonely Boy” has spun itself right round my brain a few times and actually helped to give some pep to my mood. The right earworm can be used to put some extra strut in your step.
The majority of the time though it feels like the earworm is going to drive you insane. Listening to music doesn’t always help, it might be a stop gap measure, but then as you’re brushing your teeth at midnight, boom, it’s there again and you’re brushing to the rhythm of “Conga.”
The best way to defeat the earworm: get another earworm playing in your head to push the first one out.
For me, I start to recite Sir Mix-A-Lot’s “Baby Got Back.” It’s one of the few songs that I know all the lyrics to and it is infectious enough to override any other songs playing in my head. Also I kind of like saying “my anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun”—that line will forever amuse me.
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