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I tried Bullet Proof Coffee and it was gross

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Picture me scrolling through my feed on Facebook. I happen to come upon all this chatter about coffee that makes you lose weight.

<sound of record screeching> Back up. I can drink coffee and lose weight? Hell yes! Can I have a scone with that too? No? Damn you!

If you’re having a hard time keeping up with all the food trends, Paleo, Raw til 4, juicing, caveman, lemon water…. don’t worry. So am I.

I’m trying really hard to lose the 20 pounds or so I’ve packed on in the last 3 years while blogging. Yes folks. Blogging makes you fat. If I had taken up farming, or bowling, I probably would be a supermodel by now, but no. I decided to sit on my couch with cups after cups of tea and write about laundry and cat puke. It hasn’t done much for my derriere.  Except make it flat. And wide.

So when I saw all this stuff about Bullet Proof Coffee is great to replace your breakfast, give you loads of energy during the day and forget you need to eat so the pounds magically melt off (I added that part) you can pretty much bet your flat bottomed dollar that I’m going to give it a try.

The Bullet Proof Coffee or BPC recipe is as follows-

Take organic non-GMO, only harvested during the full moon fair trade coffee beans, or Folgers. You pick.

Brew a nice strong cup of joe. Instead of adding your usual, you know, Coffeemate, Half and Half, Splenda, whatever shit you put in to coffee to make it taste good, because dammit, coffee doesn’t taste good black. It doesn’t. Just sayin’.

Take a tablespoon of grass fed unsalted butter and plop that in the hot coffee. This is important. Don’t use Country Crock or I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter, or even just regular butter, the grass-fed aspect of this is important because it’s what gives the butter the aminos and nutrients, blah blah blah, that give the coffee its bullet-proofness.

Take coconut oil. Pure organic of course. A tablespoon will do. Plop that in the hot coffee too.

Watch in disgust as the two make an oil slick not worthy of drinking and start dreaming of a nice foamy latte.

Don’t give up yet. This is where you either put it in a blender (nobody got time for that) or take a little hand mixer or hand held frother (that is not a sex toy) and whiz it up in your cup until you’ve emulsified the fats with the coffee.

Now drink.

If you don’t gag first.

You will feel an oily slick on the roof of your mouth and your lips will feel coconutty soft. This is an added benefit. But also an aspect of this that might catch you off guard because it will feel like you’ve been in a pork chop eating contest instead of sipping your espresso.

Now the beauty of this whole concoction is to give you a great coffee buzz while buffering your system with the fats for the coffee to be absorbed and divvied up through your system over a longer period of time. You get a high and a fullness without all the calories of breakfast.

Like most things in our great country, people have decided to do this with vigor and gusto. Tell people that putting butter in their coffee will help them lose weight and you’ve got them drinking Venti sizes of the stuff.

Not so fast bitchachos.

Just don’t forget to actually eat. You know. Food? The stuff that gives you vitamins, nutrients, sustained energy, antioxidants and actual calories to burn? Yeah that.

To be honest, I wanted to like this. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t get over the butter slickness of the beverage. Yes I blended it but it was still like an oil slick down my throat. And I couldn’t get over the weird feeling of being jacked up on fat and caffeine. It gave me a headache.

If you love this method- by all means- go for it. I’m not putting anyone down who does it. But if you’re curious like me and tried it and didn’t like it, then now you know you’re not alone.

 

 

Gasp! Cindy Crawford is a regular woman

Have you seen the pictures of Cindy Crawford in Marie Claire magazine without a stitch of photo shop?

It’s refreshing. It’s liberating. The supermodel, friend of George and Amal Clooney, keeper of the mole that changed the face of fashion, is now revolutionizing the industry once more. The 48 year old mother of 2 and wife of club owner and tequila entrepreneur Rande Gerber, rocked a bra and panties set on a 2013 Latin America Marie Claire cover shoot that only recently is making a stir on the Internet. Why we are just seeing it is beyond me.

Can I just say A to the MEN!

She looks sexy and powerful, she’s fit and fabulous. Oh, and yes, she does have a bit of dimpled skin. You know, because she’s human. Not a plastic mannequin or an oiled and greased up revamped version of herself.

And it’s glorious.

What do you think?

Cindy Crawford Untouched photo Marie Claire magazine

Photo credit to Marie Claire Magazine 2013

 

 

Don’t let colds get you down

Cough and cold season is here, and if you have kids, chances are you’ve already seen your fair share of runny noses and germy hands.

I’m teaming up with Boogie Wipes and Kandoo to offer some great cough and cold tips and give you a chance to win great prizes!

Cough and cold season is here, and if you have kids, chances are you’ve already seen your fair share of runny noses and germy hands. We’re sharing 5 of the best cough and cold tips for parents! #3 is so important!

Five Tips for Staying Comfortable during Cough & Cold Season

1. Use Boogie Wipes!
Boogie Wipes are all about offering comfort during cough and cold season. These soothing saline tissues will offer comfort to the most sensitive noses, while their fun scents will make your kids want to use a Boogie Wipe – instead of their sleeve.

Click here to read more about Boogie Wipes and to download a coupon.

2. Don’t forget the Mist
Boogie Mist is a sterile saline mist made for the smallest stuffy noses. Its unique scented cap makes kids want to use it, and the sterile saline busts through tough mucus.

Click here to read more about the Mist and to download a coupon.

3. Sleep!
This is easier said than done, but try to sneak in some extra sleep for your kids whenever you can. Try to head to bed a little earlier than normal or let them sleep a little later in the morning. Even 10 extra minutes a night can help in the fight against coughs and colds.

4. Wash those Hands
Washing hands is your number one defense against germs – and Kandoo Foaming Hand Soap makes kids want to wash their hands. The foaming bubbles along with the great scents make handwashing fun!

Click here to read more and to download a coupon.

5. Drink lots of fluids
Drink, drink, drink! Try to encourage your kids to drink one extra glass of water a day during cough and cold season to help stay healthy.

Enter to Win a Cough & Cold Comfort Giveaway Basket

Complete the form below to enter to win a cough and cold comfort giveaway basket. One lucky winner will receive a Crane humidifier, a Boogie Wipes and Kandoo care basket and a $50 Amazon gift card.

Giveaway ends at 11:59pm ET on Wednesday, February 18, 2015. One winner will be randomly chosen and notified via email.

Complete the form below to enter. Good luck!

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Americans like to complain. A lot.

If you were a spectator of the spectacle on Sunday called the Super Bowl then you saw lots of football, commercials, celebrities, and commentary. If you were on social media during that spectacle, you saw all those things plus everyone’s opinion about them.

Actually, if you weren’t on social media, I’m pretty sure good ol’ Uncle Bob was pretty vocal about his opinions as well. I’m 42 and can remember Super Bowls from about 1980. And social media didn’t exist and there was a lot of complaining and judgments made even then. Uncle Bob would scream at the TV and when the team he was rooting for messed up they were usually a bag of shitheads and didn’t deserve to play. Or something like that.

I was rooting for my Seahawks. Yes, it was a painful loss. I still feel the pang of dread thinking about that last play. Not only armchair quarterbacks all over America thought it was a crappy call to throw the ball instead of giving it to our number one running back of the game, and probably the league, Marshawn Lynch, but so did the commentators on NBC. Let’s just say the rookie from the Patriots, Butler, is feeling like going to Disneyland after intercepting Russell Wilson’s pass that ended the game for the Hawks and won the game for Brady and his Patriots.

Never mind ‘deflategate’ or pregame smack talk, media day fines, friendly celebrity rivalries, this was a well matched football game, both teams with a 12-4 record going in to this. An East meets West delight for fans of the game.

So in laymen’s terms, the guys in blue and green with the hawk on their helmets and the big guy who likes Skittles, were playing against the other guys in red white and blue with the guy that is married to the supermodel.

I enjoy football. I understand the game. I can usually see calls when the refs call them, or see them before they’re called. I get it. But I don’t play football. Never have. Okay that one time I broke my pinky when Owen threw the ball at me, doesn’t count. This includes the majority of Americans too. Sure, football is played in cul-de-sacs and high schools, pee wee leagues and colleges. But the ratio of actual pro football players to regular people? 1:500,000. I’m making that up. But I’m probably close.

The last minute of the game went down in a fury of tweets and guhs, and oohs, and WTFs? that were heard throughout the land. EVERYONE had an opinion. And everyone had their idea of who was to blame. Coaching, players, Obama, God, owners… good grief. The conspiracies were rampant. One even included that the coaching staff didn’t want to risk Marshawn Lynch win the game, get the MVP award and painfully have to face the media. Talk about LOL! For real people?

If you didn’t complain about the game, then let’s see, you probably got to complain about Katy Perry’s halftime performance. Because coming out on a giant mechanized puppet tiger operated by humans while she wore a flame dress singing  “I’ve got the eye of the tiger” is just sort of so-so. But not to worry because Lenny Kravits and Missy Elliott ‘saved’ the show by being able to perform with her.

Oh, yeah, Katy needs help performing. Never mind her sell out tours or 5 back to back hits in a row on her last album. She’s just a rookie. I mean, I was excited to see Lenny and Missy and like, “yay, more performers to enjoy!”  But apparently it’s never enough for some.

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Then let’s talk about the commercials. There were some super sweet ones. Budweiser, they know what they’re doing plying our emotions to buy beer using horses and puppies.

Did anyone even notice the awesome Nationwide ad? No, not the one with the dead kid, the one with Mindy Kaling and Matt Damon? I loved it. But whatever, everyone decided to complain about the dead kid one. Personally, I was taken aback by the startling nature of it and thought maybe a different time frame would have been more appropriate, but hey, didn’t it get you thinking?

I don’t even remember what the ad was for with the fanny packs, but at least it wasn’t horrible with boobs and lingerie like Victoria’s Secret. Because our country doesn’t like boobs right? I mean, breast feed at home people. We like boobs. Just not in our face. Okay, in our face, but not on TV.

Because a Super Bowl ad to be successful can’t be too sexy, too sappy, too jarring or too confusing. It has to be just right. Because the American public expect it to be that way! Even McDonald’s giving out free french fries had some folks whining. I admit, I kind of poked some fun at that one on Twitter.

Now that all that sporting stuff is over, let’s go back to doing what we do best. Complain about vaccinations being a government conspiracy, gripe about folks putting coats on their kids in car seats, and wring our hands over GMO food. It’s what we do best.

It’s fun bashing things from the comfort of our Lazy Boy while eating chips and dips and wings.

The morning after has left me with a bitter pill. Not because my team didn’t win, but because America always seems to lose at these things.

Sigh. There’s always next year.

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Jump on in, the water’s fine.

 

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You’re standing on the edge of the high dive. You look down. It feels like 50 feet, but it’s only 15 feet. Your palms sweat. Your breathing staggers.

You back up and climb down the ladder! Holy shit, I’m not jumping from that high!

Don’t blame me if I wouldn’t jump off of a diving board, what with my fear of heights and the fact that I don’t like swimming? I can’t handle it!

But I did do stand-up comedy last weekend, which is practically the same thing.

I know what you’re thinking. I’m a theater major, I perform all the time. What’s the big deal?

The big deal is I’VE NEVER DONE STAND-UP!

Sure, I’ve hosted MamaCon, hosted BabyFest, performed in plays, made my zany YouTube videos; but nothing compares to winging it in front of a live audience trying to be funny, hoping you hear laughter and not quiet cricket chirps.

And to be fair, how does one measure their success performing in front of an audience? Laughter? Applause? Because I heard both. Maybe folks were just being nice. Or they were drunk. So, job well done, right?

Sounds good to me.

I think though what means more to me is how I did something that would scare a lot of people shitless and I lived to tell the story. Some folks handle snakes, some folks jump out of an airplane, ride their bikes off of a ramp, whatever for a thrill. I’m starting to think that performing in front of an audience is my mid-life crisis antidote. It’s the cocaine upper to my every day ordinariness. I like it. I hate it.

When I’m asked to do something, I usually say yes. If I’m asked to address an audience, I don’t scare off easily. If someone asked me to sing the Star Spangled Banner at a Seahawk’s game I would be scared and say no. There’s only so many talents in my wheelhouse!

I met Joanie with Spilt Milk comedy two years ago at MamaCon. She said that one day I should come to Portland and perform with them. SUUUUURE. I can do that.

So back in November, a Facebook message with Joanie went something like this:

Me: Why haven’t you asked me down yet to Portland?

Joanie: I thought you were busy and didn’t want to. How about January?

Me: January? As in for real?

Joanie: Yes. January. We have a Friday show I could use you for.

Me: What should I do?

Joanie: Anything you want.

And then I decided that I wouldn’t just read a blog post like I had done at some other events. I would do some stand up. Like talk to the audience and make them laugh. And then I would put on Spanx. In front of them. On stage. Because somehow, THAT’S easier than telling jokes! I know, I know. I’m weird. What’s the big deal? It’s not underwear. It’s Spanx.

I spent my days and nights running through what I thought was funny, in my head. I muttered to myself while walking the dog. I talked to the mirror alone in the bathroom while blow drying my hair. It’s a process folks. The creative process is complex. I’m sure this is what Sarah Silverman goes through each time. Before she lights up her cannabis pipe, right?

Sometimes, I would lie in bed with my eyes wide open staring at the ceiling while a cold sweat prickled my skin. WHAT WAS I THINKING? I COULDN’T DO THIS! I would yell inside my head. Not outside my head, because James was sleeping next to me.

There was that part of me that wanted to give up. The part of me that was my lower descending colon that would gurgle and bubble every time I thought about trying to get up in front of a crowd just to ‘be funny’.

But I’m no quitter! Who’s a quitter? NOT ME!

Is that from the movie Rudy? I don’t know.

Sometimes what we fear most, makes us stronger and free in the end. I read that on a motivational poster at the KINKOS I went to in the 90s.

I picked a wing man. You know, a buddy that would support me. My wing woman Betsy joined me for the 3 hour drive and split a hotel room with me for the night. She’s been a huge supporter of my blog and books since day one, and I just needed someone to tell me honestly if I sucked but in a nice way while bringing me a soy latte. Or tell me that she peed her pants and she thinks I’m the funniest ever.

I love that when we got to the hotel room that afternoon with a couple of hours to spare before the show, she let me go by myself for a tea at the corner Starbucks and get my thoughts in order. She may not be a performer, but she gets ‘the process’. Some may think a shot of whiskey would have been good for the process, but honestly, I needed to be sharp.

I’d have a gin and tonic before I went on stage anyway. And lots of french fries. Why is it when I get nervous I want to eat?

The intimate little bar held about 60 people. There was a little stage, a microphone and a stool. We even had a green room. You know, the space between the dining area and the restroom backstage. Like all performance venues!

I was to go after Nikki Schulak. Nikki does readings and is a humorist. She always cracks me up. Her book, “My Mid-life Thong Crisis” is a hoot. There’s some body hair and dimpling involved. I like that Nikki read about diets and Prozac and eating her way through Europe.

I decided that during her set, I should probably stand up and get on deck. I felt my legs wobble. Was I capable of this? I mean, what the hell was I doing? I didn’t have anything written down. I had a few jokes that I felt packed a bit of a punch. Hoped they at least would giggle. Maybe snicker under their breath.

So up I went with my package of  Spanx and nerves of steel.

I threw out a couple of labia jokes and used a few choice phrases, and oh my gosh- they laughed!

I won’t spoil it for you. You can watch the videos here.

When I was finished, I felt like I climbed fricking Mt. Everest! Tired and winded? Sort of. But mostly exhilarated. I did it! I faced my fear and I did it!

You know what? It felt fucking awesome.

I might do it again. We’ll see.

What ladder to the high dive will you climb?

Is there something you’re afraid of but really want to do? Do it.

Just fucking do it.

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January Beauty Box Five Unboxing

Beauty Box five is a subscription box program for $12 a month, or $10 per month with a 3 month subscription, or $8 per month with a 12 year subscription.

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You receive 5 items; a mixture of deluxe samples, sample packets (grr, those always disappoint me!) and sometimes a full size product (my favorite!)

I have found that Beauty Box five crosses over between department store, boutique and drugstore brands.

I will admit this month’s box seemed a little ‘off’ to me.

Inside looked lovely as always. But I was somewhat disappointed to receive mostly drugstore items, and a mascara that is no longer in production. Here’s what was inside:

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Coastal Scents Eye Shadow mini quad

Despite the tinyness of this item, I love Coastal Scents eye shadows. They are velevety textured, long wearing and come in great colors. I have a palette of these in my makeup drawer. They are definitely an underrated brand and it’s great that they’re getting attention from subscription boxes.

january 2015 beauty box five softsoap

Softsoap Nutri Serums Body Wash

I think I would be happy with this sample if it wasn’t in a box with so many other drugstore samples. This seems great for travel but nothing exceptional.

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Garnier Fructis Daily Care Fortifying Shampoo

I’m a total fan of Garnier products, but I can’t use shampoos like this because of the sulfates. It does a number on my colored hair. I’ll hang on to the sample size for my son or husband for travel though.

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Sally Hansen Salon Effects

I’m a big fan of Sally Hansen products and have tried the Salon Effects before with great results. I’m a little scared of this design though. I think the stripes on my hands will look a little weird if used all at once! It’s very Dr. Seuss and cute, but not for me. Had this been in a proper shade for my style, this would have covered the cost of the box itself!

january 2015 beauty box 5 ultra flesh mascara

Ultraflesh The Gold Standard Mascara

At first I was really excited to get this in my box. And then I did some digging to find that this brand is discontinued and you can find these products on Amazon or Ebay. Hmm. Not sure why that would be something worth promoting in a subscription company? I didn’t try it yet, but it seemed pretty dried out.

Sorry to be a bummer for this month. I think all of us might be in a January slump. Hey BeautyBox five, don’t feel bad. My StitchFix for January was miserable too!

Okay people, here’s to better things for February. Let me know if you got a subscription box this month and what you thought about it.

Product is sent to me for consideration and all words and opinions are my own (obviously).

 

 

Beauty Favorites of 2014

It just wouldn’t be right to not round out the new year with all the beauty products I loved last year. There was a lot of makeup! And most of it was awesome! I’ve collected, curated, and narrowed down what I think is worth your hard earned money.

Check out all the products in the video!

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Why the Idris Elba Bond discussion is one of the most ridiculous things ever

I haven’t been so ashamed of the modern human race as I have been recently. A number of things are considerably wrong in our society. But the latest-  the hubbub over if a black actor should play James Bond. Really? Is it 2015? Or should I put on my hoop skirt and hope Lincoln gets elected?

Not as many folks are as die hard Bond fans as THIS girl. Me. Daniel Craig is my guy. He’s my boo. Well, he doesn’t know about me, but he’s the best Bond ever. Okay, okay. Settle down Sean Connery fans and Roger Moore fans. I hear you.

Those older Bond movies are in a different class of Bond. It’s the cheesy 60s and 70s over the top Pussy Galore spy genre that only Bond can do. Those men made the smirky Bond of those decades a decadent tease that was fun to watch. Full of gold lame, Cold War villans, and disco technicolor.

But Craig’s Bond changed that. It’s grittier, modern, and a whole lot sexier. Bond is serious, pouty, more brooding. He also is more stunt driven. Daniel Craig is running along the top of moving trains, not on a treadmill in front of a green screen. Villains are not just Soviet empires but cyber tyrants, middle eastern terrorists, and more and more the landscape of actual evils we face today.

So who is this Idris Elba fellow and why do we care? Well, I know what you’re thinking, ‘Is this just a ploy to once again show your Emmy picture with Idris?” Maaaybe.

No actually. It’s because after the Sony hack, emails were revealed that Idris Elba would be considered for the next franchise of Bond movies after the last Daniel Craig movie, Spectre, is released later this year. Idris is from England, an Oscar nominated actor for his Nelson Mendela performance “Long Walk to Freedom” in 2014 and also an Emmy nominated actor for his work in Luther, the BBC crime drama. (Which I highly recommend binge-watching all 3 seasons on your laptop while doing absolutely nothing else because you will be addicted.)

And then the Internet exploded like it was 1964. First it was Douche Limbaugh ranting that Bond has always been white. “He’s a Scottsman that is White.” “Period.” White. Did you get that? Like Santa. FOX News likes their folks W H I T E.   Oh puhleeze. Get over yourself Rush! I wouldn’t care so much, only his show attracts 20 million listeners per week.

That’s weird. Because I’m pretty sure that there are black men living in Scotland. Oh, and guess what else? There’s black men who are working for M I 6. The British version of the CIA. Formerly M I 5- and now SIS.

But then he clarified that Bond is a fictional character so it wouldn’t really matter because, oh my gosh, HE’S NOT REAL. Bond is based on the character in the books by Ian Fleming. (Who also wrote Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.  I know, I know, my ridiculous knowledge of trivia is crazy.) Bond could be played by a Chinese British guy right? I mean, as long as he’s British.

And then Mr. Limbaugh went on to say that if folks want a ‘Black Bond’ then let’s just have George Clooney play Obama in his biopic. Oh wait- OBAMA IS A REAL PERSON! But let’s not waste anymore time on the fact that a high profiled radio host doesn’t know the difference between fiction and non-fiction.

Apparently, this discussion was going on a year ago that Idris was considered for Bond. There’s a Huff Post article where Elba expresses that he doesn’t want to play Bond if it’s going to be referred to as ‘Black Bond’. And I don’t blame him.

In typical Hollywood fashion, not one major blockbuster franchise or movie has ever featured a black actor in the lead; Star Wars, Harry Potter, Pirates of the Caribbean…

If you’re actually considering audience demographics, our male leads should be more diverse considering Hispanics make up for more than 25% of ticket buyers as just one example.

It’s a tough ceiling to crack. Hollywood likes like white men. How many times do you hear at award shows, “This has been a wonderful year for women in film.”  Yeah. That phrase bugs me too. Men dominate the film industry. And when good stuff for women comes up, everyone makes a big deal about it. At least we’ve stopped counting the number of black actors who have won awards. After Halle Berry won the Oscar for Best Actress, we have focused less on the ‘black winners’ when Lupita Nyong’o and Octavia Spencer won theirs. They were just ‘Oscar winning actresses’. Finally!

Do we have to label everything? The first Jewish actor to win, the first gay actor to win!  It’s as if we’re surprised when someone other than a white guy wins. Which is saying something.

I mean, come on people. We are so backwards as a country still. Even with Obama in office, a good percentage of this country isn’t comfortable with seeing a black man in a position of authority. Sorry, to say it. But it’s true. If the last few years have proven anything, it’s that we thought overt racism had died down a little after the civil rights movement, but it didn’t at all.  A lot of people are just as racist as we’ve always been.

Even women get the short end of the stick when it comes to progress in this great country. Kosovo, Liberia, Argentina and Denmark all have female presidents. The USA? Still waiting.

I’m pretty sure there are plenty of UK Bond fans that want their Bond white like the good old days. Heck, even Daniel Craig got flack because he was ‘too blond’ to play Bond. Tall dark and handsome apparently is the definition of 007. And white. Let’s not forget white.

Insert eye roll here.

With enough public attention, and whatever the Broccoli family decides, the original creators and owners of the Bond brand, we can have Bond be whoever we want him to be.

What makes a good Bond? He has rugged good looks, looks awesome in a tux, can kick major Bond villain ass, and knows how to seduce the ladies. And by those qualifications- Idris is perfect. #IdrisElbaforBond

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December Beauty Box 5 Review

It’s a little late in the month for my usual Beauty Box 5 review. I realize that. But I think the beauty elves were busy because I only just got my box.  But no worries, it was worth the wait.

Did Santa bring you a subscription to Beauty Box 5 this year? If not, maybe you should just get one yourself!- https://www.beautybox5.com/

So if you need convincing, take a look at the fun goodies in this month’s box.

Jacqua Hydrating Mist- smells like roses and for some reason, I love spraying my face with hydrating sprays. I’m addicted! #jacquabeauty

Absolute! New York polish remover pads- do you ever head away on vacation and then your polish looks ratchet but you don’t have anything to take it off with? Pop these in your travel pouch. #absoluteny

Juice Beauty Stem Cellular Moisturizer- Winter months leaving your skin parched? Like organic products not just for your food but on your skin too? This moisturizer is becoming super popular of late. Better not get left out and be the only one with dull dry skin. #juicebeauty

Nanacoco nail polish.  This brand seems to be a favorite with Beauty Box 5. The lip glosses and nail polishes are so good from this brand. #nanacoco

Lucky Brand Lucky Number 6- I don’t wear perfume all the time, but I like to try scents and especially woodsy floral ones are fun. #luckynumber6

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A Merry little Christmas to you. Or whatever.

I’m saying Merry Christmas because I celebrate Christmas. But if you celebrate something else, I am still wishing you a merry time. Peace and love folks, right?

There’s so much reflection this time of year. We have holiday cards with beautiful family photos, Christmas letters (or blogs if you will), Facebook even likes to take us through the highlights of the year through pictures and posts.

Is it the lights on the tree? The candles flickering on my tabletop? The sappy Hallmark movie on TV? What is it that makes me cry with intense gratitude this time of year? The beauty of everything is decked with sparkle and lights, red pops of color and greenery. Spring is gorgeous too, but it doesn’t get this much attention!

However, this time of year can be somewhat ugly. It can fill us with resentment. Despair. Feelings of inadequacy. We can’t always give our kids what they want. Maybe our house doesn’t look like anything on Pinterest. Or you didn’t get the wreath up and the lights have been up all year to the chagrin of the neighbors.

Money is tight. End of year expenses come up. Kids are sick. Water heaters go out. Ugh.

My mom always took the time to show me that it’s truly the small things this time of year that matter the most. The big things, like hope, love and family, are of course front and center. But you truly have to look for the little things to make Christmas come to your heart.

I like to light candles, have a Christmas cookie with my tea, heck, have a cup of tea sitting by the tree, whenever I can, to remind me, Christmas is here. Enjoy it.

But sometimes we yell back at that inner voice, “I’M TRYING ASSHOLE BUT I DON’T FEEL LIKE IT!”

This year was such a mixed bag. I’ve never had to deal before with a sick kid. Emma’s chronic pain and endometriosis issues have been a struggle since March. Even since her surgery in June, (you can read about that here) she hasn’t been 100%. Every day she is in pain to a varying degree. She misses a lot of school. We’ve had two trips to the Emergency Room because of intense pain. The kind that registers a 10 on the pain scale when the nurses ask you.

I’ve gone around and around with specialists, psychologists, counselors, teachers, well meaning family members, who all want to help, but don’t seem to have the magic answer.

What’s hard for Emma is that she’s learning there is no magic answer, and that’s a bitter pill to swallow. Sentencing a 14 year old to a future of chronic pain just because she happens to be female, doesn’t make sense to someone who just wants to sing at her school choir concert. Who would like to party with her friends at Homecoming instead of leaving half way through because of the misery she’s in. To do an after school activity or her passion- trapeze- again without being in agony.

That’s been our year. And here it’s Christmas time and she’s been too miserable to see Santa. Yes, I know she’s 14. But we still do the Santa thing. I told her and her brother they will be doing Santa for me until they are married with kids of their own.

She wants to do ALL THE THINGS. But she can’t. And sometimes she’s okay with it and sometimes she cries in her pillow.

Here’s the part that makes me feel like a butthead for complaining. We had an AWESOME year of experiences. Like meeting President Obama, going to the Emmys, going to Disneyland, even Emma meeting her favorite YouTubers was a huge highlight of our year.

I guess it just always proves that life is as much a bowl of cherries as it is a bag of dicks.

So I hope that even when the shitter’s full, you can have peace in your heart. This post sure went sideways didn’t it?!

Merry ________________ (Christmas) to all! And here’s to 2015 being more awesome than sucky.

 

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