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Sunday, January 30, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
All About Eyes Serum De-Puffing Eye Massage
What is it?
A rollerball used to massage eye area
to refresh eyes and reduce puffiness. It
contains caffeine, anti-oxidants and
soothing botanicals and works on the
spot and over time to refresh your eyes.
It's small and easy enough for travel and
anytime use and can be used over or
under make up or other face treatments.
I thought Clinique came up with a really cool concept for de-puffing the airbags but as you can tell from the above, it didn't do jack diddly. If anything, I think it made those baggy buggers even more notice-able then it was before. The rollerball itself is cold, so it gives a nice cold sensation over your eyes for the the first 5 seconds but after that your body heat takes away that effect. I really wanted to love this product because in the morning I know I don't look refreshed, I was hoping it was going to brighten my tired little eyes. Don't waste your time or money on this piece of deuce!
Thursday, January 27, 2011
"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident." -- St. Augustine
When I was little, I dreamed of the quintessential fairytale wedding with my perfectly perfect prince charming. Fast forward a double decade or so and now you have the ANTI-BRIDE. I don't loathe weddings nor do I judge those who choose to have them, I just feel for myself that I'd rather have a small, intimate simple wedding. Yes, I know, it's supposed to be one of the most memorable days of my life but so was the day I had my baby and I didn't decorate my delivery room with flowers and centerpieces or have a live quartet play as she ejected from my kuka! That moment was all about love; surrounding and celebrating life with love. And that is how I feel about my wedding. Instead of dressing in Vera, I'll dress in love. Instead of surrounding myself with flowers and centerpieces, I'll surround myself with loved ones, and instead of focusing on the BIG DAY, I'll focus on the rest of my days, my happily ever after. Because the big picture is, your wedding day is JUST A DAY but the marriage is the rest of your life. I think if more people put just as much effort into their marriage as they do their wedding day, there'd be a heck of a lot less divorces.
I'd rather try to be a perfect wife rather than the perfect bride.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
|Naan w. ground beef, tandoori chicken, chicken tikka masala and basmati rice|
|chicken tikka masala|
|Naan bread stuffed with ground beef|
|mango lassi, so yummy!|
Overall, the spices in the food were different than anything I've ever tasted but it was good. It definitely has a distinct taste but it's something you've gotta try atleast once in your life. I wish they had an Indian bakery that I could swoop up some somosas and lassi at!
Anyways, back at home we got working square at my closet by removing the entire left side. I wanted to maximize closet size my adding another shelf/rack for clothes.
If you've read previous posts, I've broken many, many mirrors, but this time it was not my fault. Blame the kids running around my room