Okay, just kidding. Sorry it’s been so long since I posted. I’m borrowing internet where ever I can find it, and using computers that aren’t my own as well. When I get my own computer back, I’ll be posting regularly again, but until then… not so much. Sorry.
Wow. Just wow. A whole store full of pink goodness. From guitars to rubber duckies, it’s all here and it’s all pink. The Pink Superstore had to have been built with me in mind. That is all.
How did I find it, you ask? I Googled pink Alvarez guitar, that’s how. They don’t have the Alvarez I was looking for, but they do have several pink guitars! And a pink violin, too.
Boy, the eyes tell the tale, don’t they? Whatever your current condition, the eyes show it first: over-tired, dehydrated, under the weather, whatever, they put it out there for all the world to know. And that effect is only exacerbated by age. Or so I’ve heard. *cough* That’s why I now use eye cream, and why I always read the ads for new eye creams, like this one from L’Oreal. Cause at 20-21, I am all about “depuffed eyes” and “diminished dark circles”. Sounds like it might be worth the $20 asking price, if you ask me.
Make up in the morning, skin care at night. It’s a glam glam life here at want 2 be Barbie, but it sure beats doing dishes!
You know, there is no makeup under the sun that can really hide skin that isn’t taken care of. You just can’t let your face go and expect some miracle cover-up to make you look fab. And trust me, I have had periods of time where I refused to admit that was true. But now I know better. And I use good products on my face, because I only get one, and I want it too last a good long time, and then look great for three more days. (I’ll leave you a few minutes to ponder the meaning of that.)
Anyway, I saw the Squalane Products on Drlark.com and thought I would tell you about them. The products seem reasonable priced and you can have them auto shipped. The Ocean Actives contain squalane, an anti oxidant sebum from -get this- the livers of three species of Mediterranean sharks. I might be willing to try the stuff on my face, but harvesting it is one job I definitely don’t want. Might chip a nail doing that.
My teeth ahve never been exactly what one would call bright white. They’ve always had a bi of a yellowish cast to them, and as long as I was smoking, I didn’t mind too much. Now that I have quit, however, I am ready for my teeth to be white. Or at least as white as they can be, given genetics and my habitual coffee and tea drinking. But you know what happens to teeth as we get older, right? The get less white, and since mine weren’t actually white to begin with, I am fighting an uphill battle. That’s why I am willing to try different toothpastes to see if they help. I signed up today to get a free sample of Arm & Hammer Advance White, and thought you might be interested too. Not that your pearlies are less than bright white, of course, but only in the interest of getting free stuff.
I want some tylenol. My little plastic back hurts. Up at the top. And also the bottom. And my boobs are sore. And my ovaries ache. Peri-menopause is a real pain in my …. everything.
I want a convertible. I want it red. I want it fast. I know it’s not practical, and I realize I’m probably in the middle of a midlife crisis. I don’t care, I want it anyway. And I can want whatever I want to want. Deal with it.
I tried the Anew Night Repair, Yes, I did, and it gets the Barbie Seal of Approval. That looks like the lipstick print above, in case you wondered. Now, I don’t really need this stuff, just so you know. It’s a sample my Avon lady gave me because she did because I buy lipstick and eyeshadow and bath gels from her. She is trying to make me think I have crows feet so I will buy more stuff, but we know this is not true. Plastic faces do not wrinkle.
So, the Anew night repair creme goes on very light, and sinks in rapidly. Just a dab will do ya! In the morning, my face doesn’t feel overly greasy like it can with some night creams. The smell is fresh and barely there, which is a plus, because heavy scents in face creams really put me off. After a week of use, my face feels smooth and I am beautiful. But I was already that.
I want a new van, because the latch on my sliding door on mine is broken, and I have to manually pull it down to shut the door. I am going to chip a nail doing that one day, and then I will wither you all with my hot stare of death. I want it to be red like that one. I want dual sliding doors, so I can reach all those carseats. And I want the radio to work, too, this time. No, scratch that. I want a cd player and MP3 jack, so I can turn it up really loud and make the kids suffer through WHAM! and Air Supply, just like they make me suffer through their bickering now. Sweet revenge indeed: a new red ride and surround sound.
When I was a little girl, I had a butt load of Barbie dolls. I kept them and all their clothes in a five gallon pickle bucket, and I amused myself for hours, helping that little plastic doll live a perfect life. I wanted to be Barbie back then because she had that handsome husband, and those cute little itty bitty molded hair babies. Today, I still want to be Barbie, but my reasoning has changed. Today, I’m 40-something, with a handsome husband and a passel of real-haired kids, and I still want to be Barbie because that bitch has everything.
