10 September 2012

Hurry Up, Fall.

We had a taste of Fall-like weather this weekend. It was fantastic to feel something below 90ºF. It's jumping back into the 90s this week, and then slowly cooling off. I'm so excited. Though, the worst part of it is, waking up every morning feeling like I got hit by a truck. Not to mention, my allergies have been crazy these past two weeks, so I knew it was coming. I just never know what it is until the cooler weather hits. /old person

In other news, I've been reading like crazy, and it's nice. I read the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy, and it was terribly hilarious. 's review on Good Reads is the perfect way to describe it. I suggest you go read it.
I also tried to read The Dog Stars by Peter Heller, while intriguing, the way it's written drives me nuts. That doesn't mean it's bad writing, it's just hard for me to figure out who's saying what and when they're talking. I got about a fourth of the way through before I had enough.
Along with those, I started reading the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich. You know, One for the Money, Two for the Dough, etc? They're actually pretty good.  I'm having to slow down, because another coworker is reading them, too, and she's only on five.

I've also started knitting again. YAY. Thanks to the cooler weather, something sparked inside of me, and I'm attempting a pair of socks...again. This time, it's going a bit smoother. I'm using some Mary Jane's Attic that I've had since 2008, so it's well deserving some use. I'm too lazy to take pictures right now, and so this won't be a picture-less post, have this, courtesy of the internet:

GO DAWGS. 2-0!

02 September 2012

Test tube?

As a kid, I was a tomboy. While I liked Barbies and dress up, getting me in any thing other than a shapless t-shirt and jeans was a challenge. I didn't care how I looked. I wanted to be comfortable and not have to be "lady-like" when I slouched. Trying to put make up on me before dance recitals, you'd think I was being tortured. Even in high school when all my other friends were wearing make up and cute outfits, I'd throw something on, brush my hair, hope my socks matched and ran out the door.

I think it was college before I figured out I wasn't dog ugly, and that if I put in my contacts, wore a fitted shirt, and just a hint of make up, I could make the boys run into flag poles. (True story.) And now, in my late twenties, I've realized that wearing dresses and makeup is FUN. (That sound you just heard was my mother fainting from shock.)

Needless to say, when I got home from work on Thursday and saw a bright pink box on the counter for me, I was excited and disappointed all at once. Mainly, because I thought it was a box of baked goods. BUT, what I found inside was better than that.

Gratis bathroom shot.

New Beauty's test tube! Oooh. Beauty samples! Ten years ago, I would have given my mother an evil look. While, today, I squeed and called her almost immediately after inspecting it. It was filled with exciting new goodies for me to try.

Um, hello amazing stuff. If you click on the picture, you can see what's in there.
So far, I've tried:
- Mally Lipstick, it's pretty awesome, and the nude goes really well with my pale skin tone
- Smashbox photo finish foundation primer, works well
- philosophy's love sweet love, I may be biased, but I love everything from philosophy.
- bliss body butter in lemon and sage, once again, biased.

I haven't needed to try the eye spackle yet, along with the hair care products or the Algenst. I'm trying the Algenist tonight, though. If anyone wants to know, I'll report back.

It also comes with a New Beauty magazine, which, while flipping through, I frowned upon some of it's contents, mainly because it's promoting cosmetic surgery. I mean, unless you feel you look that terrible, I don't think you should do that to yourself. Though, that's just my opinion.

But, the best part about this is, I'm signed up for a bunch more samples! So, basically every two months or so, I get a new one of these suckers!

And there. That's my vain post for the month.

Thanks again, Mom.