Pore Perfect

I love beauty products, but I do not love the prices. Through Pinterest I found a do-it-yourself pore strip recipe on Petit Elefant. Two ingredients! I can handle that. I figured I'd give it a go, I just needed to grab the gelatin from the store, which I did earlier today. I always have milk on hand. One envelope of the gelatin is almost a tablespoon. I added the milk and stirred as instructed. I think I should have added a little more milk. I microwaved it for 15 seconds and then I was ready to apply. I grabbed an old makeup brush and went to work. Let me just say, with my microwave, 15 seconds was too long. The first brushful I applied was way to hot! Allison, the author of the of the original post, was not joking when she said to work fast, as the gelatin does begin to firm up in no time. I tried to work quickly, so I'm going to say that's the reason I did a lousy job covering my trouble spots. Peeling off the mask was a lot of fun. I did get too close to my eye on the left side of my face. Peeling that piece off was uncomfortable. My skin does feel nice and smooth, and you can definitely see my pores look better! Things I need to remember for next time. 1. Use more milk. 2. Don't microwave as long. 3. Do a better job applying the mask. I'm happy with the entire process as well as the results. I'll be doing this again!

Copy Cat

I know I'm late to the party, but I've finally joined Pinterest. Since I really don't blog about anything worth reading, I've decided to change things up and let this blog be an account of my attempts at doing things I've pinned on Pinterst. Here's to hoping for some good results!

I’m Not Your Bitch

Things have changed a lot at work since I was posting somewhat regularly. I no longer answer calls, instead I’m out doing field work. I like it so much better than being tethered to my desk. Before I started doing fieldwork fulltime, I was working two days a week under the tutelage of another coworker. This coworker is one of my two officemates. My other officemate does share this office, but does no fieldwork in this building. I think that’s the big reason why I worked so much with one guy over the other. BuildingBuddy would take me around showing me things, or he’d send me off on my own, saying he was there if I needed him. The building would eventually be divided between the two of us, and most of the work I did on my own was for the area I would one day cover. I’m not sure what OtherOfficemate thought was going on, but it certainly wasn’t BuildingBuddy sitting back and doing nothing while I went out and did everything. OtherOfficemate would throw out snide comments every now and then, “You done being BuildingBuddy’s bitch yet?” I honestly don’t think it was ever like that…like I was being taken advantage of and suckered into doing someone else’s work, at least not by him.

Around the same time that I started my fieldwork fulltime, OtherOfficemate was at his deadline for a couple of large projects, and he was not ready. Rather than asking me for help, he’d walk over and give me a few tasks to do. It really annoyed me that he wouldn’t even ask if I was busy with something else. Nope, he’d just walk over to my desk and tell me what to do. For as much as this annoyed me, it annoyed BuildingBuddy even more. I can understand why. Aside from the whole not-asking thing, BuildingBuddy knows I have a hard time saying no. “You’re too nice” he says. I told him that even if I said no, I didn’t want to be the new kid that wasn’t being a team player. Especially when our supervisor was well aware of the impending deadline and of the fact that shit wasn’t ready. BuildingBuddy was worried I was setting a bad precedent; if I didn’t stand up for myself Officemate would keep dumping stuff on me. I was hopeful (and stupid) to think that once the projects were done things would get better. Nope.

This morning I was balancing my checkbook while sitting at my desk. Yes, I do balance my checkbook, every month, to the penny. My mom made me do it when I was younger, and now I like doing it. I did have a few work-related things to do, but I admit, I took a minute out for me. I was having a hard time getting the numbers to balance, and I was grumbling aloud to myself. Officemate asked what was bugging me, and I told him that it was nothing big, just trying to get my checkbook straight (which I did). I guess he saw that as my being bored with no work, because a few minutes later he started telling me about the two upcoming tasks he has to do and which one he’d prefer me helping him with. BuildingBuddy could hear the conversation, and he started in on how I don’t need to do anyone else’s work, just my own. I appreciate him standing up for me, but at the same time, everyone shut up and leave me alone!

Hi

Hey little blog! I haven’t forgotten you. I just have that same debate over and over regarding your existence. Should I keep this thing going? Does anyone read it? Even if no one does, do I enjoying writing and posting? I think I do, and there have been plenty of times I’ve had stuff on my mind that I’ve wanted to get out but it hasn’t made it up here. For example….

Turning 32 has not been easy. I really feel like my birthday hit a few months ago and I’m no longer the same person. I feel old. I feel like I’m getting closer to death. I really feel like we spend more time breaking down than we do building up. I mean, what’s the average life expectancy of a US female? Ehh…depending on what you read it’s about 77 years (thank you Google). I’m not quite to the midpoint yet (not quite I said, I know I’m getting close), but I already feel like I’m falling apart. My hair is turning grey, and has been for a little while now. Though the funny thing about that is every now and then when I pull a loose hair off shirt or whatever it is a grey one haha! Or does that mean I’m going bald, too? My body feels old and achy. I have wrinkles, my metabolism is slowing. One foot in the grave I tell ya.

Anyways…joining the gym was a complete failure. I just didn’t feel comfortable going there, like the employees were so judgmental. I’m sure it’s just me overacting, being over sensitive, but still, it’s how I felt. As a result, I hardly went. I do have some inspiration to try and be active. Still playing soccer, and I want to run a 5k. I’ve been saying that for a while now. I have cousins that run. They’ve done 5ks & 10ks, and a few are going to even run in a warrior race, through mud and fire and stuff. Another is training for a triathlon. We’re all close in age - two of them are older, and one is younger. If they can do it, so can I. Well, maybe not the triathlon because I can’t really swim that well, and not the warrior race because I’d probably have a breakdown if my shoes got dirty, but running general, yeah, I should be able to do that. And I do on occasion, I just need to stick with it. Good grief I get distracted easily. What’s this? An invitation for margaritas? OK! I need to focus!

Speaking of focus, I really should do some work right about now…

I Have A Blog?

I forgot all about this thing. Goes to show you how much is going on that is worth discussing with the masses. As you were.

Pumping Iron

I joined a gym! Yeah, I’m shocked too – don’t feel bad for being surprised. I really hope this is something I stick with. Back in May I started taking golf lessons, and I’ve loved it. I’m actually frustrated that no one in my usual gang of friends can go play, for one reason or another (out of town, too hot, whatever). After I go to the driving range, I’m pumped, and I feel good about myself. I’m hoping the gym will be the same way.

I’m worried I won’t go because I’m distracted by other things. Soccer two nights a week, and I like to do something golf related once a week, whether it’s the driving range or an actual lesson with our instructor. What happens if I play soccer on Mondays, need a rest on Tuesday, and then play again on Wednesday? That leaves only Thursday through Sunday, days all clumped together. I’m sure I’m worrying about nothing. Right? I’m gonna be pumped, and I’m gonna be motivated, and dammit I’m gonna go!

Up Yours

So my roommate’s cat has pooping issues. I don’t know all of the technical terms and such. I do know the cat’s colon backs up with feces and she ends up getting constipated and eventually it is impossible for her to go to the bathroom. As a result, she’s taken to the vet to have the backup of feces removed. It’s hard on her system and may eventually play apart into her death. Not a happy story. It was decided, that as a preventative measure, maybe the cat should start receiving enemas. Yep, you read that right – an enema. Right now the plan is every two weeks, the cat gets stuff shoved up her rear.

Roommate’s job has made her familiar with enemas. Me, on the other hand, nope, had no idea. I’ll spare the details (unless you really want to hear them), but that poor kitty. We were warned that cat bites are very dangerous, and if you are bitten by a cat you should go for professional medical attention, and that, because of the bacteria in their mouth that is similar to e. coli, you’ll probably end up on antibiotics. Anyways, they put the kitty in a plastic cone collar, and then they put her in a kitty bag, recommending we get one. I say “we” because I’m the poor sucker meant to help with this. The bag is neat, it has the zipper on the top, so you drop the cat in, zip it up so only her head sticks out, and you’re set. You unzip a bit from the back end, but the arms and legs are stuck inside, so you don’t get clawed to death. Once the kitty was in the bag, we learned how to perform the procedure. The up-the-butt part is quick, and then the kitty gets to spend the night in the bathroom, with a litter box that she’ll hopefully use.

Yep, that was my Thursday night – jealous?