When I pictured the image of my blog photoshoots I pictured myself in a white flowy dress on a bluff in Mykonos, effortlessly capturing shot after shot of the finest quality…in reality it’s more like me in an alleyway sitting on a concrete block covered in fire ants in my DIY denim shorts trying to appear artistic by a graffiti image of a blonde who looks like me…I’m a straight fool…but whatevs, carry on. I’m a country gurrrlllllll…through and through. So I can’t get away from a few things like
Dress: Sherri Hill // Earrings: Jim Ball // Bracelet: David Yurman // Makeup: Full list coming soon // Lipstick: Bobbi Brown Pink Mauve Liner and Anastasia Beverly Hills Pure Hollywood Liquid Lipstick So this one time I won a pageant. And each year they invite me back where I willingly squeeze myself into a beautiful Sherri Hill gown like a big ole sausage and try and appear elegant whilst standing next to Heather French Henry(the forever Miss America and my friend to whom grace comes easily). I paint my makeup
It’s funny how one thing leads to another in life…especially mine. How growing up in a small town led me to big dreams…singing country music led me to Miss America…Miss America led me to The Amazing Race…The Amazing Race led me to hosting travel shows…….so on and so on…. Through all these travels and experiences I’ve learned a thing or two about a thing or two. About travel, makeup, hair, fashion, people, and life in general, and everyday I have people asking me to share my secrets. Well I’ve never
Malta…oh an adventure I’ve yet to share. Coming soon!
What I learned from my Amazing Race Adventure… Coming soon!
I have started this blog over and over. I’ve rewritten it, added to it, taken away from it, deleted it. At first I went on and on…slamming away at these poor little donut glazed keys…going all the way through Miss America…story after story after story about Rush Limbaugh’s kindness, Mario and I sharing peanut M & M’s backstage, sneaking room service in the dead of the night, prayer circles, race car crashes, security guards wearing air force ones…but as I typed and typed, something kept me from posting it. I
I love Kris Kristofferson. There is a presence about him that is so special. It reminds me of Christmas. There is something that radiates from him that I am certain is a presence that can’t be explained. I feel in his voice, and hear in his songs, and each time I see him I wonder what it is that he understands that the rest of the world (including myself) does not. I also get this feeling on Christmas. I know you feel it too, that unique joy that takes you
Today, in Clark County, I experienced something new. I thought I had been in every situation possible until I did a program in an auditorium where they were giving flu shots on the stage behind me. It was my first school of 8 today(one of 28 this past week) and by far one that I know has prepared me for any interruption in my Miss America interview. So the sound system doesn’t work, naturally, and I begin my program without it…I don’t need it anyway…my voice projects, they’re quiet…ha…”Alright boys
well sort of…a coal miner’s grand daughter counts. I never know what type of situation I will find myself in by the end of the day, so when I ended up several hundred feet underground at Riverview Coal Mines with a personalized glittered hard hat on, it was no surprise. Mining has been the livelihood of many members of my community and my family for years, and as I always say, you can’t turn your back on the people who made you who you are. So it is one of