Hi Fi Cosmetics
I'm allll about bright but still wearable and pretty eye makeup right now. I recently discovered Hi Fi Cosmetics on Etsy and I'm dyyying to make a purchase! She has some really awesome sales this Black Friday weekend, so had I known about them, it would have been the perfect time. Paying regular price won't stop me though, especially when you get so much for not much considering how little you need for each use. You can buy colors individually, get them in a coordinated set of three, or do a ten or twenty color sampler. Check out some of these stunning photos from her shop! Let's just pretend that my application skills are this amazing, okay?
Multipurpose Pie
You know you're becoming really obsessed with makeup when you're in the kitchen getting ready to warm some mixed berry pie in the microwave and you think to yourself "this would be a really pretty lipcolor" and then proceed to try it. Really pretty and very tasty at the same time.
Lightbulb!
I've been seriously debating the color palette for my office/craft room. I love color so much that I have a seriously hard time committing to it. For the past week or so I've been thinking about blue, green and yellow. While searching for inspiration today, I found it in the form of Pink Light's Miss Kelly palette. I love those colors together, and I would even love to acquire the fabric on the top left and reupholster a big chair in it. What do you think?
Mr Clean, My Ass
I don't know how married people manage their lives together and deal with all the need to do and have to do stuff without washing their fondness for each other down the drain with the dishwater. Living with Boy, this is a huge struggle. He has clothes and random stuff strewn throughout every room in our apartment and he'll leave a dish that he used wherever he was when he ate(i.e. near the couch, always) until whatever sauce is left over gets so hardened on that I'd rather throw it away than scrub it. The thing is, if he was messy and he was fine with things being messy, I'd find that frustrating but tolerable.
What makes it so much worse is that he's not fine with things being messy. He expects ME to make them clean, and he tells me that it's an opportunity for me to practice taking care of him and being selfless. I see it as equivalent to doing something that I know pisses him off and then telling him that it was an opportunity for him to practice not getting mad.
I've tried very nicely asking him to do specific things, like "will you take the garbage down on your way out?" or "will you do the dishes today?" He usually tells me he will, later, and then doesn't do it. Days later, I do it myself. If there's the smallest thing that I say I'll do and then don't get to though I'll hear about how I can't be counted on and I never do what I say I'm going to. I've also tried just cleaning up after myself and letting his mess build up, figuring he'll clean when it gets bad enough. Nope, when it gets bad enough he'll ask me to do it and expect that I do it that day.
I like to clean. If I lived by myself, I might even be obsessive. Living with him though, I've pretty much given up because it's like chasing your own tail. I clean up the living room while he's at work.. he comes home, plops down, and spreads stuff everywhere. I tidy the bathroom.. he leaves every single thing he uses out of the counter, windowsill, or the top of the toilet in a not at all organized or aesthetically pleasing fashion. Meanwhile my makeup and hair stuff etc is neatly put away out of sight. He doesn't do neat OR out of sight.
I've Googled tips on how to get him to do stuff, or at least stop pretty much demanding that I do it for him. I've asked friends for input. And still we have made no progress, and my frustration and resentment is huge. What's a girl to do?
What makes it so much worse is that he's not fine with things being messy. He expects ME to make them clean, and he tells me that it's an opportunity for me to practice taking care of him and being selfless. I see it as equivalent to doing something that I know pisses him off and then telling him that it was an opportunity for him to practice not getting mad.
I've tried very nicely asking him to do specific things, like "will you take the garbage down on your way out?" or "will you do the dishes today?" He usually tells me he will, later, and then doesn't do it. Days later, I do it myself. If there's the smallest thing that I say I'll do and then don't get to though I'll hear about how I can't be counted on and I never do what I say I'm going to. I've also tried just cleaning up after myself and letting his mess build up, figuring he'll clean when it gets bad enough. Nope, when it gets bad enough he'll ask me to do it and expect that I do it that day.
I like to clean. If I lived by myself, I might even be obsessive. Living with him though, I've pretty much given up because it's like chasing your own tail. I clean up the living room while he's at work.. he comes home, plops down, and spreads stuff everywhere. I tidy the bathroom.. he leaves every single thing he uses out of the counter, windowsill, or the top of the toilet in a not at all organized or aesthetically pleasing fashion. Meanwhile my makeup and hair stuff etc is neatly put away out of sight. He doesn't do neat OR out of sight.
I've Googled tips on how to get him to do stuff, or at least stop pretty much demanding that I do it for him. I've asked friends for input. And still we have made no progress, and my frustration and resentment is huge. What's a girl to do?
Creating a Plan
I read this entry the other day on The Art of Non-Comformity, and I realized that the author makes a very good point about how we tend to overestimate what we can do in a day but vastly underestimate what we can do in a year. I also realized that I'm not a very productive person. I don't have much I can point to and say "I did that." or "I wanted to do that and made it happen." I want to set some goals in various areas of my life for 2010. Now, I realize that I am super obsessed with making lists but much less interested in working on them. I'm supposed to be that way.. It's part of my INTP personality, okay? (by the way, that description is very accurate for me). So I'm going to take a few days to mull it over, and then I'm going to create a plan for new decade awesomeness.
Do you set yearly goals? How do people that aren't me manage to be do-ers?
Do you set yearly goals? How do people that aren't me manage to be do-ers?
Do As I Do, Not As You Do
It's so much easier to forgive someone else than it is to forgive yourself, for me at least. I expect other people to suck sometimes(and let's just be honest here, okay? we all know my relationship is the inspiration for this post). I expect them to say hurtful things, to act selfishly, to be inconsiderate. It doesn't surprise me to be lashed out at, to have things thrown in my face, to be criticized harshly not based on genuine grievance but rather based on frustration and irritation and you-piss-me-off-ness. I rarely take the bait.. I don't like to bite. My huge ego and I would much rather sit silently and listen to your berating and tell ourselves that you're wrong and mean and unreasonable and self-righteous and that we're better than you because we don't act like you and we can sit here in silence and not throw a return punch.
I forgive quickly. It takes very little time for me to move on, because I'd rather be happy(and probably because just moving on seems like the easiest way to deal with the situation). Every once in awhile though, I throw that punch, and I can't get what I say out of my mind. I'm not someone who dwells on mistakes usually. When I screw up in most regards, I'm almost apathetic because it's already a done deal, so why fixate? But with people I care about, I try to always be benevolent. I expect that of myself. So while I am solidly of the opinion that he's wayyyy more of an asshole than I am and he should be the one feeling badly(and I'm pretty sure he's not, because he doesn't ever seem to think he's wrong), I'm pretty disappointed in myself. I'm far too awesome to not act like it.
I forgive quickly. It takes very little time for me to move on, because I'd rather be happy(and probably because just moving on seems like the easiest way to deal with the situation). Every once in awhile though, I throw that punch, and I can't get what I say out of my mind. I'm not someone who dwells on mistakes usually. When I screw up in most regards, I'm almost apathetic because it's already a done deal, so why fixate? But with people I care about, I try to always be benevolent. I expect that of myself. So while I am solidly of the opinion that he's wayyyy more of an asshole than I am and he should be the one feeling badly(and I'm pretty sure he's not, because he doesn't ever seem to think he's wrong), I'm pretty disappointed in myself. I'm far too awesome to not act like it.
Fix Me Up, Doc
If you're TMI sensitive, feel free to skip this one.
I've been feeling severely under the weather for the past few days. Sunday night Boyfriend and I ordered food from our favorite pizza place, and shortly after my stomach felt funny, but I thought it was just because I had pop with the pizza, and I very rarely drink carbonated beverages. A little while later I went to bed, only to be woken up soon after with the feeling of imminent need to stick my head in the toilet. The next fourteen hours were spent the same way. I even set up camp with my pillow and blanket on the bathroom floor until my boyfriend, selfish jerk that he sometimes is, complained that we only have one bathroom and I was in it. By last night, I was feeling a tiny bit better and proceeded to get a whole lot of sleep, and then today was with a stomach and back that both hurt. I'm now feeling about 90%, which is a big improvement.
This sickness, combined with my recent need to reelect health insurance benefits at work for 2010, has me thinking about health a lot. I've always been healthy in the sense that I have no chronic illnesses, I've had no broken bones or surgeries or anything like that, and I've always maintained a healthy weight. I had vertigo once, I've gotten stitches once, and I have very minor allergies. That's it. I don't smoke and rarely drink and I don't eat meat. I'm somewhere between a size two and size four at any given time. Like I said, I'm pretty well off. But still, I don't feel healthy. Opening jars is unreasonably hard for me, and I'm kind of winded after walking up the three flights of steps that lead to my apartment. I order pizza wayyy more than I cook. I don't work out anymore, at all. I definitely eat more sugary sweet stuff than is reasonable, and except for the days when I buy some kind of yummy but overpriced veggie wrap or sandwich for lunch, most days I probably don't eat any vegetables. I don't really know what I do eat. There's no schedule or regimen to it.
I want to change these things. I'm not going to make some big structured plan, because I know I won't stick to rules and requirements, but I'm going to make some changes.
I've been feeling severely under the weather for the past few days. Sunday night Boyfriend and I ordered food from our favorite pizza place, and shortly after my stomach felt funny, but I thought it was just because I had pop with the pizza, and I very rarely drink carbonated beverages. A little while later I went to bed, only to be woken up soon after with the feeling of imminent need to stick my head in the toilet. The next fourteen hours were spent the same way. I even set up camp with my pillow and blanket on the bathroom floor until my boyfriend, selfish jerk that he sometimes is, complained that we only have one bathroom and I was in it. By last night, I was feeling a tiny bit better and proceeded to get a whole lot of sleep, and then today was with a stomach and back that both hurt. I'm now feeling about 90%, which is a big improvement.
This sickness, combined with my recent need to reelect health insurance benefits at work for 2010, has me thinking about health a lot. I've always been healthy in the sense that I have no chronic illnesses, I've had no broken bones or surgeries or anything like that, and I've always maintained a healthy weight. I had vertigo once, I've gotten stitches once, and I have very minor allergies. That's it. I don't smoke and rarely drink and I don't eat meat. I'm somewhere between a size two and size four at any given time. Like I said, I'm pretty well off. But still, I don't feel healthy. Opening jars is unreasonably hard for me, and I'm kind of winded after walking up the three flights of steps that lead to my apartment. I order pizza wayyy more than I cook. I don't work out anymore, at all. I definitely eat more sugary sweet stuff than is reasonable, and except for the days when I buy some kind of yummy but overpriced veggie wrap or sandwich for lunch, most days I probably don't eat any vegetables. I don't really know what I do eat. There's no schedule or regimen to it.
I want to change these things. I'm not going to make some big structured plan, because I know I won't stick to rules and requirements, but I'm going to make some changes.
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