Today I was out shopping and remembered I wanted to buy a new under eye concealer. I happened to be in Kohl's and decided to look and see what they had available. I was approached by a very friendly sales associate and she asked what I was looking for and if she could offer any help. I told her what I was currently using ,but that I wanted to try something new . I mentioned that I was an esthetician, but I still didn't know EVERYTHING about makeup and was always open to advice, especially on products I was not familiar with. She told me that she was also an esthetician and jokingly asked if the office where I practiced was looking for anyone , even just to help with product sales. She told me she really loved being a salesperson. I told her I previously worked retail for many years, myself, and how I really didn't practice much skincare because I was also an electrologist and I now specialized in laser hair removal.
She was very helpful and asked if I had any limits to how much I wanted to spend because there were a few products she would suggest, based on what I explained I was looking for, but she wanted to offer me something I would like that was also in my budget. She showed me two options, and since I wasn't wearing any makeup, I let her apply them to my face so I could compare them. She was fatastic in her product knowledge and definitely a great salesperson, though not pushy at all. I ended up walking away with a concealer that I really liked and though she did ask if there was anything else she could help me add to my purchase, I felt she was just being genuinely helpful-not just looking to make a big sale. I thanked her and asked if she worked on commission. I wanted her to get the credit for the sale she worked so hard and so well for.
She told me that, no, she did not work on commission and as long as I pay for my purchase, everyone ends up getting credit. I thought that was a pretty cool attitude to have.
At first I felt a little bad seeing a licensed professional working retail, selling makeup. I remember the years I was in that line of work and how happy I was to get out of it. I felt fortunate that I did work in a clinic and had hours I liked better and was able to use my licensed skills in a "hands on" environment. Then I remembered that if it weren't for this girl and her own skills and experience, I may not have found a concealer that was right for my skin. Hell, I may not have found anything at all. What if I encountered someone who didn't like what they were doing and only cared about earning a paycheck? This girl actually ENJOYED what she was doing and took pride in helping people with their cosmetic needs. She could be working in a clinic, but loving the sales side of the beauty business, was probably right where she belonged.
Today made me think about how no job is really less important than any other in the overall scheme of things. As long as every person was doing the job they were best suited for, and enjoyed doing it, there were no small jobs. Every job is important in some way. If it weren't, there would be no need for it.
I know that my job isn't like that of a physician, but it did require a lot of training and certification to aquire the ability to do. I still have to take continuing education classes to maintain my certification. Since regulation varies from state to state, some people outside of Florida could not operate a hair removal laser with the license and certification I have alone. There are some states that require less training. I take great pride in what I do and how far I have come to get here. I also really enjoy what I do. I believe that is a huge factor in how I perform at my job,
Everyone should have a job that enjoy. If you don't love what you do, you probably aren't going to do well at it, no matter how much training you have. I know my job is important. I feel it when I see how happy I make someone when they tell me how much they appreciate the help I have given them with getting rid of unwanted hair.
My job may not be "rocket science" but it does fulfill a need. Everyone's job does. It's just different needs for different people. To some people what I do may be more important to them than what a rocket scientist does.
So when you feel like what you do isn't really that important or requires that much skill, think about this: only an actual Rocket Scientist practices "rocket science".
Trust me. Redheads know best.
Monday, March 23, 2015
Friday, March 20, 2015
Thoughts On Moving Forward
It's been a while since I've posted here. A long while. It's just that I haven't quite felt the desire to write anything. I barely felt the desire to read anything much, either. I think it started when my grandparents passed away last year. It was such a shock to lose both of them in such a short period of time-6 weeks apart. I know it happens. When two people are together as long as they were, if one passes away, it's not uncommon for the other to soon pass as well. I just never heard of it happening so close. I guess it was too much for me.
It took me a while to get back into my normal routine. Work was first, of course. You get the standard, acceptable time frame to grieve. A week. Really though. How can one even put a time stamp on grieving. Everyone grieves in their own way, in their own time. I know I looked like I was fine and able to move on, but inside? No. Inside was a different story. The loss was very difficult for me. Not to say it wasn't for my brother and sister and especially my mother. I just think for me it was extemely hard because I tend to let my emotions stay inside, building up like a volcano, until it erupts into a fury.
I guess maybe that's my biggest flaw. Ok, not the BIGGEST, but close. I keep things bottled up. Then when I finally do let them out, I'm like a crazy person. I say too much. I say things that can be hurtful. I don't mean it. I just do. I also have a hard time apologizing. Maybe THAT is my biggest flaw.
Anyway, I've been trying to get back into writing because this is kind of an outlet for me. It's really why I started a blog to begin with. So I can have a way to express my feelings and thoughts in a healthy way. Some may even say a productive way. I certainly have no issues expressing the way I feel in words-just not on paper, or in this case, the internet.
It's been months since I lost my grandparents. A lot has happened. Thanksgiving, Christmas. I have gotten in touch with my dad and we are rebuilding our relationship. My sister got engaged. I've moved into a new home. I'm trying to get back to normal. Normal. Hahaha. Whatever THAT means.
Hopefully now I will be able to continue to post more frequently, even if they aren't long posts. If I can tweet all day long, I certainly can write a blog post, right?
So here we go. A new beginning. I hope it's a good one. So far 2015 has been pretty good to this redhead. Let's hope it continues.
It took me a while to get back into my normal routine. Work was first, of course. You get the standard, acceptable time frame to grieve. A week. Really though. How can one even put a time stamp on grieving. Everyone grieves in their own way, in their own time. I know I looked like I was fine and able to move on, but inside? No. Inside was a different story. The loss was very difficult for me. Not to say it wasn't for my brother and sister and especially my mother. I just think for me it was extemely hard because I tend to let my emotions stay inside, building up like a volcano, until it erupts into a fury.
I guess maybe that's my biggest flaw. Ok, not the BIGGEST, but close. I keep things bottled up. Then when I finally do let them out, I'm like a crazy person. I say too much. I say things that can be hurtful. I don't mean it. I just do. I also have a hard time apologizing. Maybe THAT is my biggest flaw.
Anyway, I've been trying to get back into writing because this is kind of an outlet for me. It's really why I started a blog to begin with. So I can have a way to express my feelings and thoughts in a healthy way. Some may even say a productive way. I certainly have no issues expressing the way I feel in words-just not on paper, or in this case, the internet.
It's been months since I lost my grandparents. A lot has happened. Thanksgiving, Christmas. I have gotten in touch with my dad and we are rebuilding our relationship. My sister got engaged. I've moved into a new home. I'm trying to get back to normal. Normal. Hahaha. Whatever THAT means.
Hopefully now I will be able to continue to post more frequently, even if they aren't long posts. If I can tweet all day long, I certainly can write a blog post, right?
So here we go. A new beginning. I hope it's a good one. So far 2015 has been pretty good to this redhead. Let's hope it continues.
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Treasure Every Moment With Those You Love
When I woke up this morning I had no idea that by 5pm, I would be sitting in my dining room, crying to acomplete stranger.
It was early January this year that I sat in that very same dining room with my mother and brother, talking about how we felt about my grandparents living on their own and that maybe they should consider moving in with my mother and I. Little did we know, that only 5 months later, this wouldn't be an option, but a necessity. Later that month, on an early Sunday morning, my mom got a phone call saying my 85 year old grandfather had fallen in the bedroom of his condo and was being rushed to the emergency room.
There were tests, tests and more tests. Doctors came and went. Specialists were called in. Each time, someone would come up with an idea of what had happened to cause my grandfather's "collapse",as we had come to call it, and still not one of them could find a medical reason for it.
After the hospital had agreed there was nothing more they could do for my grandfather and he seemed to be in relatively good health, he was moved to a rehab facility. Though there was no clear medical problems with him, he still was not ready to come home, because he could not eat, stand, walk or do much else on his own.
At this point, my mother and I had moved my 90 year old grandmother out of their one bedroom condo and into the 3 bedroom house we shared. My grandfather had been caring for her for the past few years and she was unable to care for herself.
My mom, myself, my younger brother and sister had all discussed what we should do. It was obvious we had no choice but to put the condo on the market, as it was clear my grandparents would never return to it. One of the girls I work with is a licensed realtor, so we began the listing process.
We moved some of our furniture that wasn't really used to make room for my grandparent's furniture and my mom moved her things to the back bedroom once occupied by my sister so my grandparents would have the master bedroom and their own bathroom.
As time went on, my grandfather would have good days and bad days, yet not seem to ever get to a point where he was back to himself. As we waited for him to improve, we continued getting more of his personal affairs in order since we weren't sure how much of them he would be able to handle them all on his own.
Then one afternoon while I was near the end of my workday, I got a call from my mom. She had just arrived at the rehab facility to see my grandfather as usual ,when my grandmother suffered a massive stroke. She was being taken across the street to the hospital ER. I called my brother and sister, and the three of us rushed to meet them there.
After tests were done, the doctors told us that my grandmother would be ok, but wold have to stay in the hospital for a while. Meanwhile, my grandfather remained in rehab. we never imaged earlier this year that we would have not one, but two grandparents in such poor health.
Time went on and soon my grandmother was being released from the hospital and over to the rehab, where she would share a room with my grandfather for the time being.
The doctors and specialists had assessed that there was not much else that could be done for my grandfather and medicare had stopped payments to the facility. If we wanted to keep him there, it would have to be paid out of pocket. We all agreed, including my grandfather, that it was best to do just that. Weeks passed and we started to consider what we should do. At some point both of my grandparents would have to be released from the rehab, but what was the best option for their care? Would we find a nursing home or bring them home to live with my mom and myself, hiring home care assistance. Feeling he would at some point continue to get better and knowing my grandmother would not require much care,we decided to do just that.
The condo sold, we found a home health care service and things proceeded. Soon, it would be time for my grandparents to be released and be brought home to out care. The hospital would arrange for transportation for them and medicare would provide hospital beds, wheelchairs and some in home visits from nurses, physical therapy and the like.
It will be two weeks since my grandparents have been home this coming Saturday and things have been harder than my mom and I ever imagined. My grandfather was looking to be getting better and better, but my grandmother, unfortunately seems only to decline in health. This week, we began to talk about if maybe they would be better off in a facility where they could get round the clock care. we finally decided to call in someone from hospice, to talk about our options.
It turns out hospice care could provide them with home care that was better than what they are receiving now, without having to make them move to a facility. Yesterday we made the call to get them "admitted" into their system.
Today my mother and I met with our assigned nurse and socialworker. It was explained that we would be able to get a nurse out to us any time, day or night if needed, my grandparents would be able to any medical services provided right here and if at any point, we felt it was no longer needed (though this is doubtful) we could discontinue and find another type of care.
As the social worker took information, I was asked questions I didn't really think I would be considering so soon. What funeral home would we like to use in case one or both of my grandparents passed? Do we want them to remain at home or be moved to a facility when it looks like "the end" is near?
I stared to feel the tears building and the nurse turned to me and said "it's alright to cry", and cry, I did.
It all came flooding out. All the emotions I had been holding back for almost 2 weeks. The realization that I would never again have a two sided conversation with my grandmother. That my grandfather, whom I had relied on for the past 20 years of my life for advice and opinion when I had nowhere else to turn, would probably never stand or walk on his own again. It was all so unbelievably REAL. This was the moment I knew wold someday come, I just didn't know it would come now.
I consider myself so very blessed to have had my grandmother around for so long, knowing friends that are not as fortunate. She is , after all, going to be 91 in September and has lived a long and happy life. My grandparents have been together for over 60 years and have shown me just what the very definition of love is. I have watched my grandmother care for my grandfather for most of their lives and now in the latter ones, seen him in turn care for her. I know soon it will her time to move on from this life and though I want her to stay, I also know it would be selfish if she is suffering. She is no longer living a life that I would want for myself. Bed bound and unable to do anything for herself.
So as I write these words I try to prepare for the time when she ends her journey here and also wonder if my grandfather will improve or decline further, himself. I have decided to remain optimistic, but realistic.
As I end this blog post , I can feel the stinging of my red-rimmed eyes and know it will not be the last day I cry over my grandparents conditions. In fact, I fear it will only the the beginning of many tear-filled days and nights. as I look back on the time I shared with them I value ever second of it and want to treasure every second I have left. I don't know how much I have left, but I am going to make the most of it.
I ask one thing of you, my readers. Please take a moment to consider the ones you love. Then make sure you value every day you have with them. Life is short. Nobody knows what fate has in store for us. Things could turn at a moments notice and nobody wants to regret not having have done or said the things they thought they would always be able to do another day.
Trust me, because Redheads Know Best.
It was early January this year that I sat in that very same dining room with my mother and brother, talking about how we felt about my grandparents living on their own and that maybe they should consider moving in with my mother and I. Little did we know, that only 5 months later, this wouldn't be an option, but a necessity. Later that month, on an early Sunday morning, my mom got a phone call saying my 85 year old grandfather had fallen in the bedroom of his condo and was being rushed to the emergency room.
There were tests, tests and more tests. Doctors came and went. Specialists were called in. Each time, someone would come up with an idea of what had happened to cause my grandfather's "collapse",as we had come to call it, and still not one of them could find a medical reason for it.
After the hospital had agreed there was nothing more they could do for my grandfather and he seemed to be in relatively good health, he was moved to a rehab facility. Though there was no clear medical problems with him, he still was not ready to come home, because he could not eat, stand, walk or do much else on his own.
At this point, my mother and I had moved my 90 year old grandmother out of their one bedroom condo and into the 3 bedroom house we shared. My grandfather had been caring for her for the past few years and she was unable to care for herself.
My mom, myself, my younger brother and sister had all discussed what we should do. It was obvious we had no choice but to put the condo on the market, as it was clear my grandparents would never return to it. One of the girls I work with is a licensed realtor, so we began the listing process.
We moved some of our furniture that wasn't really used to make room for my grandparent's furniture and my mom moved her things to the back bedroom once occupied by my sister so my grandparents would have the master bedroom and their own bathroom.
As time went on, my grandfather would have good days and bad days, yet not seem to ever get to a point where he was back to himself. As we waited for him to improve, we continued getting more of his personal affairs in order since we weren't sure how much of them he would be able to handle them all on his own.
Then one afternoon while I was near the end of my workday, I got a call from my mom. She had just arrived at the rehab facility to see my grandfather as usual ,when my grandmother suffered a massive stroke. She was being taken across the street to the hospital ER. I called my brother and sister, and the three of us rushed to meet them there.
After tests were done, the doctors told us that my grandmother would be ok, but wold have to stay in the hospital for a while. Meanwhile, my grandfather remained in rehab. we never imaged earlier this year that we would have not one, but two grandparents in such poor health.
Time went on and soon my grandmother was being released from the hospital and over to the rehab, where she would share a room with my grandfather for the time being.
The doctors and specialists had assessed that there was not much else that could be done for my grandfather and medicare had stopped payments to the facility. If we wanted to keep him there, it would have to be paid out of pocket. We all agreed, including my grandfather, that it was best to do just that. Weeks passed and we started to consider what we should do. At some point both of my grandparents would have to be released from the rehab, but what was the best option for their care? Would we find a nursing home or bring them home to live with my mom and myself, hiring home care assistance. Feeling he would at some point continue to get better and knowing my grandmother would not require much care,we decided to do just that.
The condo sold, we found a home health care service and things proceeded. Soon, it would be time for my grandparents to be released and be brought home to out care. The hospital would arrange for transportation for them and medicare would provide hospital beds, wheelchairs and some in home visits from nurses, physical therapy and the like.
It will be two weeks since my grandparents have been home this coming Saturday and things have been harder than my mom and I ever imagined. My grandfather was looking to be getting better and better, but my grandmother, unfortunately seems only to decline in health. This week, we began to talk about if maybe they would be better off in a facility where they could get round the clock care. we finally decided to call in someone from hospice, to talk about our options.
It turns out hospice care could provide them with home care that was better than what they are receiving now, without having to make them move to a facility. Yesterday we made the call to get them "admitted" into their system.
Today my mother and I met with our assigned nurse and socialworker. It was explained that we would be able to get a nurse out to us any time, day or night if needed, my grandparents would be able to any medical services provided right here and if at any point, we felt it was no longer needed (though this is doubtful) we could discontinue and find another type of care.
As the social worker took information, I was asked questions I didn't really think I would be considering so soon. What funeral home would we like to use in case one or both of my grandparents passed? Do we want them to remain at home or be moved to a facility when it looks like "the end" is near?
I stared to feel the tears building and the nurse turned to me and said "it's alright to cry", and cry, I did.
It all came flooding out. All the emotions I had been holding back for almost 2 weeks. The realization that I would never again have a two sided conversation with my grandmother. That my grandfather, whom I had relied on for the past 20 years of my life for advice and opinion when I had nowhere else to turn, would probably never stand or walk on his own again. It was all so unbelievably REAL. This was the moment I knew wold someday come, I just didn't know it would come now.
I consider myself so very blessed to have had my grandmother around for so long, knowing friends that are not as fortunate. She is , after all, going to be 91 in September and has lived a long and happy life. My grandparents have been together for over 60 years and have shown me just what the very definition of love is. I have watched my grandmother care for my grandfather for most of their lives and now in the latter ones, seen him in turn care for her. I know soon it will her time to move on from this life and though I want her to stay, I also know it would be selfish if she is suffering. She is no longer living a life that I would want for myself. Bed bound and unable to do anything for herself.
So as I write these words I try to prepare for the time when she ends her journey here and also wonder if my grandfather will improve or decline further, himself. I have decided to remain optimistic, but realistic.
As I end this blog post , I can feel the stinging of my red-rimmed eyes and know it will not be the last day I cry over my grandparents conditions. In fact, I fear it will only the the beginning of many tear-filled days and nights. as I look back on the time I shared with them I value ever second of it and want to treasure every second I have left. I don't know how much I have left, but I am going to make the most of it.
I ask one thing of you, my readers. Please take a moment to consider the ones you love. Then make sure you value every day you have with them. Life is short. Nobody knows what fate has in store for us. Things could turn at a moments notice and nobody wants to regret not having have done or said the things they thought they would always be able to do another day.
Trust me, because Redheads Know Best.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Meaningful Beauty Crème de Serum- A Review
I think most of us have seen those late night infomercials where Supermodel Cindy Crawford talks about her skincare line, MEANINGFUL BEAUTY.
You know, that "magical" secret beauty line that keeps her looking so young and fabulous? Yes, THAT one.
Well, as an esthetician, I am always on the lookout to try new products and see just how well they really work. One night sitting up watching tv, I came across those infomercials. I have to admit, I was intrigued. I mean look at Cindy! She's about 2 years older than I am and she really does look incredible.
Of course, as intrigued as I was I was also skeptical. Let's face it (no pun intended) Cindy IS one of the most beautiful women in the world. She has the money and means to have access to anything and everything she can to keep looking that way. So is it really all because of some secret ingredient found in a melon that keeps her youthful glow? I really wanted to know.
On a personal note, I have been told I look younger than my own 43 years and I chalk that up to good genes as well as my knowledge as a skincare professional that knows how to properly care for my skin. If you have the right tools, and know how to use them correctly, most people can achieve skin that looks great and remains looking that way.
Now, the facts. Listen carefully. What I am about to say is very important. THERE IS NO MIRACLE IN A JAR THAT WILL MAKE ANYONE LOOK YOUNGER. Yes, I said it. You can try everything out there, but we must face facts, we are going to get older-like it or not.
BUT-and yes, this is a big BUT- there ARE certain ingredients that can and will help us maintain healthy looking skin. we cannot stop the clocks, but we CAN slow them down a bit and look good while doing it.
Ok, so back to the subject you came here for. MEANINGFUL BEAUTY.
I just so happen to be a member of a wonderful program called INFLUENSTER. As a member, often I am selected to receive complimentary products from Influenster for testing purposes.
As my good fortune would have it, I was selected to try...yup, you guess it- a sample of Meaningful Beauty Creme de Serum.
When I learned of this opportunity, I of course, jumped at the chance. I was finally going to see what all the excitement was about. I immediately started posting on FACEBOOK and TWITTER, telling everyone I knew that I was going to try the fabulous product that Cindy Crawford swears by. My friends were excited, too. Many admitted they also were curious as to the secret to Cindy's great looks. Now they could find out from a source who is unbiased. Anyone who knows me , knows I will never promote or encourage use of something I think is not a good thing. I am honest to a fault and especially when it comes to skin care. It's my profession and people rely on my honesty. So, if I was going to use this product, they knew the information I shared would be 100% true.
Now, when my serum arrived, I was very excited to try it. I wasn't expecting very much to be honest. It containsa ingredients that are essential to healthy, younger looking skin. Hyaluronic acid (HA)and ant-aging peptides. Oh yeah, and that super antioxidant melon complex.
Now I have been using a serum with HA and peptides for years, so I knew the benefits I would get from those. The melon complex? Well, I don't too much other than the info I received, but I knew it wasn't going to hurt.
So by know you must be wondering what I think, right? I mean this is supposed to be a review, not a discussion of my beauty routine. Ok, here it is. MEANINGFUL BEAUTY Creme de Serum is in fact, quite impressive. After just a few days, my skin was significantly softer, silkier and smoother. I kept looking in the mirror and touching my skin. Today I even went to my office without any makeup on.
I am using it as directed (once a day, either morning or evening-I chose evening before bed) and it's been about a week. Do I look younger? Of course not. But my skin feel incredible. I can say that much.
I am very happy with my current line of products, so I don't plan on switching at this time, but I would LOVE to try the full line of MEANINGFUL BEAUTY products out to see what kind of results I can achieve.
I know this product is not going to make me look younger than I do. But it's not full of excess chemicals. It's pretty pure. It does make me feel good about myself. I'm happy with how I look and isn't that really all that matters? Is it worth investing in? I think that would be left up to individuals to see for themselves. It's not the Fountain Of Youth, but it works. I wouldn't tell anyone NOT to use it.
The only downside I can see is that you do have to sign up for a auto ship program. Those things aren't really something I like, but if you don't mind that, than I say go for it!
For more on MEANINGFUL BEAUTY CREME de SERUM go here: http://www.meaningfulbeauty.com/products/products,default,pg.html
For more on MEANINGFUL BEAUTY purchasing information, you can go here:
http://www.meaningfulbeauty.com/select-a-system/order,default,pg.html
To find out about INFLUENSTER, go here: http://www.influenster.com/
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You know, that "magical" secret beauty line that keeps her looking so young and fabulous? Yes, THAT one.
Well, as an esthetician, I am always on the lookout to try new products and see just how well they really work. One night sitting up watching tv, I came across those infomercials. I have to admit, I was intrigued. I mean look at Cindy! She's about 2 years older than I am and she really does look incredible.
Of course, as intrigued as I was I was also skeptical. Let's face it (no pun intended) Cindy IS one of the most beautiful women in the world. She has the money and means to have access to anything and everything she can to keep looking that way. So is it really all because of some secret ingredient found in a melon that keeps her youthful glow? I really wanted to know.
On a personal note, I have been told I look younger than my own 43 years and I chalk that up to good genes as well as my knowledge as a skincare professional that knows how to properly care for my skin. If you have the right tools, and know how to use them correctly, most people can achieve skin that looks great and remains looking that way.
Now, the facts. Listen carefully. What I am about to say is very important. THERE IS NO MIRACLE IN A JAR THAT WILL MAKE ANYONE LOOK YOUNGER. Yes, I said it. You can try everything out there, but we must face facts, we are going to get older-like it or not.
BUT-and yes, this is a big BUT- there ARE certain ingredients that can and will help us maintain healthy looking skin. we cannot stop the clocks, but we CAN slow them down a bit and look good while doing it.
Ok, so back to the subject you came here for. MEANINGFUL BEAUTY.
I just so happen to be a member of a wonderful program called INFLUENSTER. As a member, often I am selected to receive complimentary products from Influenster for testing purposes.
As my good fortune would have it, I was selected to try...yup, you guess it- a sample of Meaningful Beauty Creme de Serum.
When I learned of this opportunity, I of course, jumped at the chance. I was finally going to see what all the excitement was about. I immediately started posting on FACEBOOK and TWITTER, telling everyone I knew that I was going to try the fabulous product that Cindy Crawford swears by. My friends were excited, too. Many admitted they also were curious as to the secret to Cindy's great looks. Now they could find out from a source who is unbiased. Anyone who knows me , knows I will never promote or encourage use of something I think is not a good thing. I am honest to a fault and especially when it comes to skin care. It's my profession and people rely on my honesty. So, if I was going to use this product, they knew the information I shared would be 100% true.
Now, when my serum arrived, I was very excited to try it. I wasn't expecting very much to be honest. It containsa ingredients that are essential to healthy, younger looking skin. Hyaluronic acid (HA)and ant-aging peptides. Oh yeah, and that super antioxidant melon complex.
Now I have been using a serum with HA and peptides for years, so I knew the benefits I would get from those. The melon complex? Well, I don't too much other than the info I received, but I knew it wasn't going to hurt.
So by know you must be wondering what I think, right? I mean this is supposed to be a review, not a discussion of my beauty routine. Ok, here it is. MEANINGFUL BEAUTY Creme de Serum is in fact, quite impressive. After just a few days, my skin was significantly softer, silkier and smoother. I kept looking in the mirror and touching my skin. Today I even went to my office without any makeup on.
I am using it as directed (once a day, either morning or evening-I chose evening before bed) and it's been about a week. Do I look younger? Of course not. But my skin feel incredible. I can say that much.
I am very happy with my current line of products, so I don't plan on switching at this time, but I would LOVE to try the full line of MEANINGFUL BEAUTY products out to see what kind of results I can achieve.
I know this product is not going to make me look younger than I do. But it's not full of excess chemicals. It's pretty pure. It does make me feel good about myself. I'm happy with how I look and isn't that really all that matters? Is it worth investing in? I think that would be left up to individuals to see for themselves. It's not the Fountain Of Youth, but it works. I wouldn't tell anyone NOT to use it.
The only downside I can see is that you do have to sign up for a auto ship program. Those things aren't really something I like, but if you don't mind that, than I say go for it!
For more on MEANINGFUL BEAUTY CREME de SERUM go here: http://www.meaningfulbeauty.com/products/products,default,pg.html
For more on MEANINGFUL BEAUTY purchasing information, you can go here:
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Friday, August 9, 2013
Nobody Touches My Sister And Gets Away With It
At this point in my life, I don't think I have met anyone who hasn't been a affected by cancer in some way. Either, they have had it themselves, or a friend or family member has. My best friend's father died of lung cancer, a good friend was diagnosed with breast cancer last year and my own father fought melanoma. Twice.
It's sad, but it's true. Cancer is everywhere. Now it's closer than I ever thought it would be. My younger sister has it. Breast Cancer. When I say it out loud, it's still hard to believe.
I remember when she told me she found something that didn't seem right. I told her what everyone else was telling her. "I'm sure it's nothing. The doctor will check it out and you will be fine." "YOU WILL BE FINE." I was wrong.
Big sisters are supposed to protect and look out for little sisters. It's part of the job. You assure them the Boogieman is not real. You stand up for them when someone is mistreating them. You love them and keep them safe.
I remember one night many years ago. My sister was a teenager and in my early twenties. She was outside with friends and came inside because some girl had either punched her in the face or threatened to punch her. I can't remember which, but I remember storming outside and asking "who punched my sister?" I was told who the offender was and grabbing that girl by the throat, pinning her up against the side of my house and yelling at her " Don't you EVER lay a finger on my sister! EVER! Nobody touches my sister and gets away with it."
Sure we fight and yell at each other. We don't agree on everything and sometimes we say things that we don't mean to each other.
Little sisters steal clothes and toys and makeup and other stuff from big sisters and big sisters tattle-tale and tease little sisters. It's all part of that special sisterly bond, but the end of the day, no matter what, you always have each other's back.
We can be screaming at each other one minute and storming out of the house, but hours later, we are back to restart and it's like nothing ever happened.
I would do anything for my little sister. ANYTHING. I would push her out of speeding traffic, keep her deepest secrets, let her cry on my shoulder, lie for her.
I'd do anything in my power to save my sister, only now I am powerless. Now is the one time I couldn't keep my little sister safe. I couldn't stop this monster from attacking her. I never felt so helpless. I want to take it all away from her. I want to take her place and God help me, I would if I could.
I know I need to be strong for her. Her battle has just begun. I can't take away the cancer, but I can be there for her. I WILL be there for her. I'm going to stand along side her and pray for her and let her know that I am here for her. Most of all, I will tell her how much I love her, every chance I get. I may be the older sister, but I admire my sister and sometimes she protects ME.
My sister is strong and she will win. When she does, she will be stronger. I'm proud of her and how positive she is. She's a fighter. She's not going to let this keep her from living her life as she is. I'm going to be right there to make sure she does. It's all I can do.
I may not be able to push cancer up against the house, but as I said that night years ago, "Nobody touches my sister and gets away with it." So back off, cancer. You've hurt many people, but this time you've messed with the wrong person.
It's sad, but it's true. Cancer is everywhere. Now it's closer than I ever thought it would be. My younger sister has it. Breast Cancer. When I say it out loud, it's still hard to believe.
I remember when she told me she found something that didn't seem right. I told her what everyone else was telling her. "I'm sure it's nothing. The doctor will check it out and you will be fine." "YOU WILL BE FINE." I was wrong.
Big sisters are supposed to protect and look out for little sisters. It's part of the job. You assure them the Boogieman is not real. You stand up for them when someone is mistreating them. You love them and keep them safe.
I remember one night many years ago. My sister was a teenager and in my early twenties. She was outside with friends and came inside because some girl had either punched her in the face or threatened to punch her. I can't remember which, but I remember storming outside and asking "who punched my sister?" I was told who the offender was and grabbing that girl by the throat, pinning her up against the side of my house and yelling at her " Don't you EVER lay a finger on my sister! EVER! Nobody touches my sister and gets away with it."
Sure we fight and yell at each other. We don't agree on everything and sometimes we say things that we don't mean to each other.
Little sisters steal clothes and toys and makeup and other stuff from big sisters and big sisters tattle-tale and tease little sisters. It's all part of that special sisterly bond, but the end of the day, no matter what, you always have each other's back.
We can be screaming at each other one minute and storming out of the house, but hours later, we are back to restart and it's like nothing ever happened.
I would do anything for my little sister. ANYTHING. I would push her out of speeding traffic, keep her deepest secrets, let her cry on my shoulder, lie for her.
I'd do anything in my power to save my sister, only now I am powerless. Now is the one time I couldn't keep my little sister safe. I couldn't stop this monster from attacking her. I never felt so helpless. I want to take it all away from her. I want to take her place and God help me, I would if I could.
I know I need to be strong for her. Her battle has just begun. I can't take away the cancer, but I can be there for her. I WILL be there for her. I'm going to stand along side her and pray for her and let her know that I am here for her. Most of all, I will tell her how much I love her, every chance I get. I may be the older sister, but I admire my sister and sometimes she protects ME.
My sister is strong and she will win. When she does, she will be stronger. I'm proud of her and how positive she is. She's a fighter. She's not going to let this keep her from living her life as she is. I'm going to be right there to make sure she does. It's all I can do.
I may not be able to push cancer up against the house, but as I said that night years ago, "Nobody touches my sister and gets away with it." So back off, cancer. You've hurt many people, but this time you've messed with the wrong person.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
UNHAPPY? Do Something About It!
Lately I've been getting a little annoyed with people who are always complaining about how bad their lives are. They are too ugly, too fat, too poor, can't find a guy/girl, don't get enough sex...you get the idea.
Of course, I am not referring to people who are dying from terminal illnesses or something THAT bad. I'm strictly referring to people who are "Debbie Downers". Those who everytime you make a statement always come back with a complaint about how rough life is to them. Oh, POOR YOU.
Sorry, but nobody lives a perfect life. NOBODY. Well, maybe Beyonce'.
No, I bet even SHE has bad days. I'm not saying that some people don't have it REALLY bad, but for the most part , if you look at what you dislike in your life, I can bet there is going to be SOMEONE who has it worse.
Here's the thing. If you are unhappy about something in your life, you can do one of two things.
One: you can start taking steps to changing what you don't like.
Two: you can shut the fuck up.
I don't mean to be rude, but when I was fat, I didn't walk around saying "man, am I fat".
Sure, I wasn't happy, but for a while I didn't really mind it enough to keep telling everyone about it. When I finally DID get to the point that I WAS really unhappy, guess what I did? I DID SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
Guess what? If you start eating healthy and start exercising , it turns out you will lose weight and become fit.
Now maybe that is an easy example of how to make changes in your life for the better.
Here is another example. You aren't happy at your job. Now I know with the current economy, not everyone can just quit their job and find another they like that pays the same, but you can make other changes. Maybe you can go back to school and further your degree. Maybe you can look into what it is that is making you miserable. Is it the pay? Is it the people? You can always make small changes that will help make it just a bit more pleasant or at least tolerable for the time being until you CAN make bigger changes.
Some people may argue that they can't change the way things are. I have a word for those people: "LAZY". There is ALWAYS something, no matter how small, that can be done to make things a little bit better. The important thing is to TRY. If you aren't willing to at least do that, than you need to just stop complaining. If you try and fail then you at least made the effort. Not trying is just good enough.
One thing I know for sure, before you change anything, you might want to consider changing your ATTITUDE. Maybe the reason you are so unhappy is because you never think about the GOOD things in your life. There are challenges everyday, but there are also many good things we all have to be thankful for.
I will leave you with this famous quote from a very wise woman:
Trust me. Redheads know best.
Of course, I am not referring to people who are dying from terminal illnesses or something THAT bad. I'm strictly referring to people who are "Debbie Downers". Those who everytime you make a statement always come back with a complaint about how rough life is to them. Oh, POOR YOU.
Sorry, but nobody lives a perfect life. NOBODY. Well, maybe Beyonce'.
No, I bet even SHE has bad days. I'm not saying that some people don't have it REALLY bad, but for the most part , if you look at what you dislike in your life, I can bet there is going to be SOMEONE who has it worse.
Here's the thing. If you are unhappy about something in your life, you can do one of two things.
One: you can start taking steps to changing what you don't like.
Two: you can shut the fuck up.
I don't mean to be rude, but when I was fat, I didn't walk around saying "man, am I fat".
Sure, I wasn't happy, but for a while I didn't really mind it enough to keep telling everyone about it. When I finally DID get to the point that I WAS really unhappy, guess what I did? I DID SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
Guess what? If you start eating healthy and start exercising , it turns out you will lose weight and become fit.
Now maybe that is an easy example of how to make changes in your life for the better.
Here is another example. You aren't happy at your job. Now I know with the current economy, not everyone can just quit their job and find another they like that pays the same, but you can make other changes. Maybe you can go back to school and further your degree. Maybe you can look into what it is that is making you miserable. Is it the pay? Is it the people? You can always make small changes that will help make it just a bit more pleasant or at least tolerable for the time being until you CAN make bigger changes.
Some people may argue that they can't change the way things are. I have a word for those people: "LAZY". There is ALWAYS something, no matter how small, that can be done to make things a little bit better. The important thing is to TRY. If you aren't willing to at least do that, than you need to just stop complaining. If you try and fail then you at least made the effort. Not trying is just good enough.
One thing I know for sure, before you change anything, you might want to consider changing your ATTITUDE. Maybe the reason you are so unhappy is because you never think about the GOOD things in your life. There are challenges everyday, but there are also many good things we all have to be thankful for.
I will leave you with this famous quote from a very wise woman:
Trust me. Redheads know best.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Single (And Happy) White Female
So I was on Twitter a few minutes ago and somehow the subject of being married vs. single came up with a few of my followers.
Someone said they have been single for a long time and would like someone to "do things with". Another person noted that being single is surely better than feeling like you "settled" or being a "boring housewife".
I myself have been single for what some people may find far too long. After my last long term relationship broke up, I didn't rush out back into the dating pool, and I admit I got very comfortable living that way. It's easy to fall into a routine of working, coming home, doing my own thing and mostly not having to worry about what another person is doing. I really do value my alone time. Some may say that's selfish. But isn't that better than being with someone just because it's what society feels is right? Should I have settled for a lifetime of being with someone I really don't love and doesn't love me just to avoid being alone. Hell no.
Now don't get me wrong, I am not saying I am happier being single. I do like having a person to do things with. I enjoy lots of activities that are much more fun when you have another person with you. But do I feel like less of a person because I'm single? Not at all.
I feel like I do live a full life as a single woman. I have a fantastic career that I love. I have a great family and wonderful friends. Sure, I don't have any children, but I don't need to be married for that. So why do people look at me like they feel sorry for me when they hear I'm single. Why do they ask what is wrong? It's as if it's not a choice, but a situation I got stuck in.
I know lots of married people who are very happy. I also know single people who have no intention of ever getting married. They don't feel the need to have another person to "complete" them.
I don't believe that there is really any proof that either being single or married is better. I think it really is dependent on the individual. Some people just like the whole family setup. House, spouse, kids, pets, etc.
When I was a little girl, it was always just an assumption that I would grow up, meet the "perfect" person , get married, have kids, and live "happily ever after". Even though I thought about it, I was never one of those girls that "planned" her wedding. I didn't read bridal magazines, or pick out colors for my bridal party to wear. I didn't have a "song" for my first dance, or honeymoon destination picked out.
I have been a bridesmaid twice. Neither time was I jealous of the bride.
I have seen numerous friends and family members get married and have children. I get the Christmas cards and see the Facebook posts. I am happy for them all. Do I think they have a better or more fulfilling life? Not really.
I have also seen people who got married in their 20's and ended up getting divorced. I know of people on their second marriage and even some on their second divorce.
I have recently started to think about getting back into the dating "scene". The most recent experiences were not that great and made me see I may not be missing out on much after all. I do know I haven't exactly been looking for a partner. It's not that easy to meet quality people. The older I get, the harder it becomes. Most of my friends are married. I'm not a fan of online dating. I don't really go to clubs anymore. Honestly, I don't really look for dates.
I'm not saying I wouldn't get married. There was a time when I was sure the man I was with would eventually propose. It didn't happen. I lived. Yes, I think about having a companion for life. Someone that I can cook for, tell all my secrets, desires and dreams to. Someone to share funny stories with. Someone to make memories with. It's just that it's not my goal in life.
My brother would say "you can't meet anyone if you don't leave the house." While this is very true, it remains that I'm just not in any rush. If I met someone I found attractive that I had common interests with and they asked me out I would say yes. It's just not a priority. If people can't understand that, it's fine by me.
There may very well be a Mr. Right out there somewhere. I'm sure there are plenty of quality men. Maybe I'm just not meant to be committed to one person. Sometimes knowing you are available is kind of fun. There is a little bit of satisfaction in listening to my married friends complain and thinking I don't have to deal with some of those issues. Other times, I think about what my life would be like if I were married. Would I be better off? Who really knows?
For now, my life is good. Having a spouse or partner wouldn't guarantee my life would be better. As for a child? Let's just say my biological clock hasn't run out yet, but THAT is topic for a different blog post.
Someone said they have been single for a long time and would like someone to "do things with". Another person noted that being single is surely better than feeling like you "settled" or being a "boring housewife".
I myself have been single for what some people may find far too long. After my last long term relationship broke up, I didn't rush out back into the dating pool, and I admit I got very comfortable living that way. It's easy to fall into a routine of working, coming home, doing my own thing and mostly not having to worry about what another person is doing. I really do value my alone time. Some may say that's selfish. But isn't that better than being with someone just because it's what society feels is right? Should I have settled for a lifetime of being with someone I really don't love and doesn't love me just to avoid being alone. Hell no.
Now don't get me wrong, I am not saying I am happier being single. I do like having a person to do things with. I enjoy lots of activities that are much more fun when you have another person with you. But do I feel like less of a person because I'm single? Not at all.
I feel like I do live a full life as a single woman. I have a fantastic career that I love. I have a great family and wonderful friends. Sure, I don't have any children, but I don't need to be married for that. So why do people look at me like they feel sorry for me when they hear I'm single. Why do they ask what is wrong? It's as if it's not a choice, but a situation I got stuck in.
I know lots of married people who are very happy. I also know single people who have no intention of ever getting married. They don't feel the need to have another person to "complete" them.
I don't believe that there is really any proof that either being single or married is better. I think it really is dependent on the individual. Some people just like the whole family setup. House, spouse, kids, pets, etc.
When I was a little girl, it was always just an assumption that I would grow up, meet the "perfect" person , get married, have kids, and live "happily ever after". Even though I thought about it, I was never one of those girls that "planned" her wedding. I didn't read bridal magazines, or pick out colors for my bridal party to wear. I didn't have a "song" for my first dance, or honeymoon destination picked out.
I have been a bridesmaid twice. Neither time was I jealous of the bride.
I have seen numerous friends and family members get married and have children. I get the Christmas cards and see the Facebook posts. I am happy for them all. Do I think they have a better or more fulfilling life? Not really.
I have also seen people who got married in their 20's and ended up getting divorced. I know of people on their second marriage and even some on their second divorce.
I have recently started to think about getting back into the dating "scene". The most recent experiences were not that great and made me see I may not be missing out on much after all. I do know I haven't exactly been looking for a partner. It's not that easy to meet quality people. The older I get, the harder it becomes. Most of my friends are married. I'm not a fan of online dating. I don't really go to clubs anymore. Honestly, I don't really look for dates.
I'm not saying I wouldn't get married. There was a time when I was sure the man I was with would eventually propose. It didn't happen. I lived. Yes, I think about having a companion for life. Someone that I can cook for, tell all my secrets, desires and dreams to. Someone to share funny stories with. Someone to make memories with. It's just that it's not my goal in life.
My brother would say "you can't meet anyone if you don't leave the house." While this is very true, it remains that I'm just not in any rush. If I met someone I found attractive that I had common interests with and they asked me out I would say yes. It's just not a priority. If people can't understand that, it's fine by me.
There may very well be a Mr. Right out there somewhere. I'm sure there are plenty of quality men. Maybe I'm just not meant to be committed to one person. Sometimes knowing you are available is kind of fun. There is a little bit of satisfaction in listening to my married friends complain and thinking I don't have to deal with some of those issues. Other times, I think about what my life would be like if I were married. Would I be better off? Who really knows?
For now, my life is good. Having a spouse or partner wouldn't guarantee my life would be better. As for a child? Let's just say my biological clock hasn't run out yet, but THAT is topic for a different blog post.
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