Due to the water situation in this house, I don't look at my self when I wash. When I puck my eyebrows, I look at them, not anything else. I really don't see so much of the rest of me because I am so near sighted, (I'm like two and a half inches away from the mirror when I pluck). So I looked at myself at work and discovered that while I have been away from the mirrors, I have winkled up! I have crowfeet! I have bags under my eyes! When I smile, three winkles appear in each of my cheeks! I wasn't expecting this!
Why do you ask. . . Because nothing in my face moved when I smiled until I was 25. I didn't develop smile lines until I was in my forties. Yes, my skin has sagged, and my neck looks like someone took a super hot inch wide band and burned me along my crease line, but winkles! I thought it would take longer. . .
So I have bought a rentinol product from CVS, sun block body lotion from Eucerin, and a level 20 face foundation. Also started wearing lipstick and eyeshadow again. I stopped last summer when I started having non stop hot flashes.
The foundation is a success. It's not really seeable on me, but evens out my skin tone. Men in my age group are looking at me. I don't know. . . part of me wants to date again, but I just can't go through another addict.
I am trying to look at this like I'm hiring a employee, ( which is the mind set I think BF should discover). I want a good fit with my personality. Of course I have no idea of how to find this. But I'm pretty sure it involves writing a better mission statement on Plenty Of Fish.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Beating your best friend with a stick, part two
Best Friend is still involved with convict guy, even although, a, he lied about his age, when he got out and what he was in for, b, has an official girlfriend, c, has told her it's just for sex, d, is now a homeless perkadant addict.
Her iPod and charger have been stolen from her car, along with a box of old food from the trunk, even although there is no sign of forced entry, as if the thief has her car key.
A pack of razors and her facial scrub is missing from her apartment, even although there is no sign of forced entry, as if the thief has a key to her apartment.
Yes, I'm spelling it out for you!
She won't have the door lock changed because it's $40.00 dollars and she doesn't want to take that financial hit right now. She got her alarm activated, but is going to cancel that because she doesn't have a land line to connect it to, so the cops are called. She like to leave her sliding glass door on her balcony open, that is connected to the neighbor's balcony by a wall I could climb over, but doesn't want to get a stick to put in the door track, so the sliding glass door OR the screen door can't be forced open, because that would mean she would have to keep it closed all summer long and use the AC all the time (her words).
See where I'm coming from? She might say she doesn't believe it's the convict, but her action say other wise.
And she's still hooked on him. Other wise she would be concerned for her laptop, which was on the kitchen table, and that nice big plasma screen TV of hers. To say nothing of her safety.
Did I mention how I found out she knows he's a addict now? Supposedly he texted her and told her he was homeless and wanted food. She picked him up in her car, brought him back to her apartment, and went and got him.food.
Oh and by the way, she had eighty dollars in her purse because , somehow "her ATM card got left at a fast food restaurant", and she was using cash until the new card came in the mail. That money disappeared, but of course "it was her co-workers," not the drug addict who was going through withdraw stealing it. . .
And since I know she has been concealing things from me, I wonder if she saw him before and her ATM card disappeared at that time. . .
And I really hope it is the convict, because there a certain class of rapist who like to get to know you, through your stuff, before they actually rape you.
But, noooo, she's not concern at all. Didn't call the police or nothing. . .
I'm not going through another night where she gets drunk and calls herself a whore because she can't get it through her head that he doesn't care for her and does not see her as a human being.
Her iPod and charger have been stolen from her car, along with a box of old food from the trunk, even although there is no sign of forced entry, as if the thief has her car key.
A pack of razors and her facial scrub is missing from her apartment, even although there is no sign of forced entry, as if the thief has a key to her apartment.
Yes, I'm spelling it out for you!
She won't have the door lock changed because it's $40.00 dollars and she doesn't want to take that financial hit right now. She got her alarm activated, but is going to cancel that because she doesn't have a land line to connect it to, so the cops are called. She like to leave her sliding glass door on her balcony open, that is connected to the neighbor's balcony by a wall I could climb over, but doesn't want to get a stick to put in the door track, so the sliding glass door OR the screen door can't be forced open, because that would mean she would have to keep it closed all summer long and use the AC all the time (her words).
See where I'm coming from? She might say she doesn't believe it's the convict, but her action say other wise.
And she's still hooked on him. Other wise she would be concerned for her laptop, which was on the kitchen table, and that nice big plasma screen TV of hers. To say nothing of her safety.
Did I mention how I found out she knows he's a addict now? Supposedly he texted her and told her he was homeless and wanted food. She picked him up in her car, brought him back to her apartment, and went and got him.food.
Oh and by the way, she had eighty dollars in her purse because , somehow "her ATM card got left at a fast food restaurant", and she was using cash until the new card came in the mail. That money disappeared, but of course "it was her co-workers," not the drug addict who was going through withdraw stealing it. . .
And since I know she has been concealing things from me, I wonder if she saw him before and her ATM card disappeared at that time. . .
And I really hope it is the convict, because there a certain class of rapist who like to get to know you, through your stuff, before they actually rape you.
But, noooo, she's not concern at all. Didn't call the police or nothing. . .
I'm not going through another night where she gets drunk and calls herself a whore because she can't get it through her head that he doesn't care for her and does not see her as a human being.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
The Color Purple
The irises have done incredibly well this year. Not only did some of my mother's irises bloom, but so did ones I have bought!
Mom's Iris
The iris I bought and planted 5 years ago, that bloomed the first year, had the bloom ripped off by the kid across the street, and never bloomed again until now. Yes, I like run on sentences. Deal with it.
And the irises I bought at the iris festival a couple of years ago and never planted are starting to bloom.
This is Mulberry Pink. I think not.
Why yes, THERE is a giant pine tree next door shedding those cones. And no, my green trash container disappeared last week so I'm waiting for the new one to be delivered to sweep them up!
Mom's Iris
The iris I bought and planted 5 years ago, that bloomed the first year, had the bloom ripped off by the kid across the street, and never bloomed again until now. Yes, I like run on sentences. Deal with it.
And the irises I bought at the iris festival a couple of years ago and never planted are starting to bloom.
This is Mulberry Pink. I think not.
Why yes, THERE is a giant pine tree next door shedding those cones. And no, my green trash container disappeared last week so I'm waiting for the new one to be delivered to sweep them up!
Last Night Was Very Strange
Because I woke up in the middle of the night, and realized that my right (?) foot had been moving violently, to the point my bed was rocking back and forth, and my head board was making a cracking sound as it shook.
When I woke up and realized what my foot had been doing, I actually said out loud "Am I having a seizure?" But I felt fine and promptly fell back asleep.
Now my first thought when I woke up this morning was that somehow my little backyard trespassers had done it. But after a little reflection, I realized the only way they could have done that, was if one of them was in my bedroom with me, shaking my foot. I think I would have noticed that.
Hmmm, earthquake? Why just my foot then? Don't think so.
A more better possiablity to me at least, is the sprirt in my house. Mr. Michieveous . Why it would be doing that, I have no idea, but it does fit the bill.
So, I will try to keep track of when I wake up in the night and why. And the next time I go to the doctor, I will mettion it.
When I woke up and realized what my foot had been doing, I actually said out loud "Am I having a seizure?" But I felt fine and promptly fell back asleep.
Now my first thought when I woke up this morning was that somehow my little backyard trespassers had done it. But after a little reflection, I realized the only way they could have done that, was if one of them was in my bedroom with me, shaking my foot. I think I would have noticed that.
Hmmm, earthquake? Why just my foot then? Don't think so.
A more better possiablity to me at least, is the sprirt in my house. Mr. Michieveous . Why it would be doing that, I have no idea, but it does fit the bill.
So, I will try to keep track of when I wake up in the night and why. And the next time I go to the doctor, I will mettion it.
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