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Friday, February 4, 2011

Lipstick Jungle

Pardon the gratuitous product placement, but as you can see, I have lots of "lip products." I'm not sure how it happened. I used to have 2 identical lipsticks, one in my purse and the other in the bathroom in my cosmetic bag. I used to have 4 identical Chapsticks, one in my purse, one at work, one in the bathroom, and one in the night table drawer. I have no idea when my lip coverage started multiplying.

It took years for me to find the right shade of lip stick, that goes with my hair and skin coloring and that I actually like. It's a bit brown but it does look good on me. I used to buy Mary Kay but it's expensive so I found a nice L'Oreal that works and is about a third of the price!

This time of year my skin, lips included, are so very dry. I try to keep something on them at all times. I've been on the quest for the perfect lip balm (not lipstick, mind you) for years and I think I finally found it. But first, a recap of what's worked and what hasn't!

These'll do:
The blue Chapsticks are located in the bathroom and in the night table drawer. And I like the blue one because of the smell and because it feels softer going on, which I realizes sound silly. It doesn't feel like a layer of wax sitting on my lips; it feels like it sinks in and moisturizes, unlike the black label one.

I bought the pink Chapstick Not pictured- I used the last of the tube up- sorry!), straight up and honestly, because of the glitter in it. I thought that was cool. I'm an idiot. But once I bought it I liked it because it has just a touch of color, it smells right and it was glittery. It also serves its Chapstick purpose, too.

Yuck!:
The Bath and Body Works lip gloss was a gift and I just threw it in my purse one day. I don't wear it very often because it makes my lips feel gooey. And it's not a good color for me. Yes, it had glitter but gooey trumps glitter. (Princess LOVES the lip glosses from B& BW and doesn't think they're gooey at all. I wish I would've just given it to her before I used it!)

The thin stick of lip balm is not the right shade of pink and doesn't last very long. But I can feel it working, to the point of a hot/ cold tingling feeling. Maybe that's the menthol in it? It feels funny.

The long pink lip gloss has a wand. Someone gave it to me. It's also gooey but it smells nice. It doesn't do anything for lip moisturizing, though.

THE WINNER:
I think the best lip balm of all time are the small round ones. No these are not sex toys, but lip balms from eos. I love love love these. I stumbled on them completely by accident. I was reading a back issue of Elle and there they were.

First, they are so cute and fun looking. They have a nice scent but not color. They're organic! There's sunblock, 15 SPF, in them. They really work for moisturizing AND they're long lasting. I don't feel I'm applying them every few minutes. There's Shea butter in it. It's gluten free, for those who need that, and it's NOT tested on animals- how cool is that!?!

Since I saw it in Elle I figured it wasn't going to be available around here, in my small Midwest town. I figured it was a Bloomingdales product or some other exclusive store. I also figured it was going to cost around $50 bucks. OMG- so not true! These are sold at Walgreens, Krogers, Meijers, Wally World, and CVS!!!!!! And get this, the price is just $3.49 each!!!!!!!! This rocks!!! (Bragger, you totally must get some of this for the biking season!!!!!!! And if you have none of these stores near you, let me know!!!!!)

I love love love mine! I have the Sweet mint, Summer Fruit, and Honeysuckle Honeydew. I want the Lemon and the Tangerine, but I can't find those around here, and I've been to about a dozen places for those two 'flavors'. I got Princess the Summer Fruit and I think she's going to need the whole collection as well.

This stuff rocks. I'm gonna toss the yucks in the trash, finish using the Chapsticks I have, and never buy anything other than the eos lip balms again!

And my lips are so kissable!

Pucker up,
Maggie

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Guess what I did yesterday?

This was supposed to a post about my first spin class that I took last night. But I didn't take a spin class last night because the weather canceled it. Is this a sign from the gods that I'm not supposed to exercise? Lose weight? Spin?

Instead, here is a pictorial view of my "snow day!"

Welcome to my snow day!

A perfect snow day breakfast!

Ice encrusted branches

A cold tree

An icy close-up

Almost deep enough to cover my shovel.

How much fell on the ground...

A nice clean sidewalk, or at least for a little while, before the next snow falls! (thank goodness for snow blowers and for ITSam who cleaned it all!)

Fed the birds some popcorn!

Fence glacier.

My bootprints in the snow.

A tasty snack!

Playing cards over coffee with ITSam

Of course, I was the victor!

More fun and games!

The best dinner!

Some entertainment!Finally, time for bed, after relaxing by the fire in my sock monkey jammies!


Hugs and snowy wet kissies,
Maggie

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

"N"oga

Last night was supposed to be my very first yoga class. Well, guess what?

Noga. Or no go. The weather canceled it. It was blowing, drifting, icing, and snowing is all. Bunch of wusses. The weather really is bringing just about everything to a stand still. So much for exercising and crossing things off the list. Wonder if my first spin class will happen tonight? I'm not holding my breath.

It's so bad that we actually have a snow day today. This is the second snow day Alcatraz has taken in five years. Other than sleep in, I'm not sure what to do with myself. See if ITSam wants to come over and play board games, watch movies and eat all the junk I bought, probably. (though Laughing Cow Cheese spead on Wheat Thins isn't horrible junk, right? However, if I follow it by cookie dough and bbq chips that might be bad....)

If you're watching the weather across the country I'm living right in the middle of the horrendous blizzard and ice storm. Banks, libraries, coffee shops--- all closed. Gas stations are out of gas, stores have no milk or bread. True story- since yoga was nixed I went to Wally World because we needed bread. We really needed bread- we had the heel left, and a stale hot dog bun. I bought bread and a bunch of other junk we didn't need. I thought I'd grab some eggs, and lo and behold--- no eggs. The shelves were full of milk and bread but NO eggs. There were, I should say, organic eggs that were $4.98 for a dozen and there were only 3 cartons of those. I bought none. No eggs. I thought that was pretty strange. How does a blizzard equate to eggs? Why does a large amount of snow drive a person to frantically purchase eggs?

After all the weather is over and done with, there'll be classes later I'm sure. So as for next week's yoga class, I'm thinking I better "be there or be square." Or be there and be a pretzel...

Mags

*********** editor's note: This morning we are now getting snow- not more ice- and we're under a level 2 emergency. I don't know what that means other than DON'T DRIVE but it doesn't sound good, does it? We're supposed to get 12-18 inches and we're probably near 8?

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Weather infringed on my alone time

Yesterday I had to go to Northern Civilization for a meeting and was supposed to have my later afternoon and evening free. I planned on hitting my favorite bookstores, coffee shop, a music store, a bakery and produce market, and then getting some dinner at a local brew house.

Foiled plans since I live in the Midwest which is being hammered with a snow storm that's being labeled as "The Possible Worst Blizzard Since 1979." That just rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?

After my meeting I went to Starbucks. I made some phone calls to check out the weather around home. Then...

No bookstores.

No music store.

No dinner at the brew house.

I stopped at the bakery and the produce market. I bought no produce since they were out of blood oranges but I did get an awesome seafood salad and a garlic pasta salad. And a gourmet cupcake.

Then I came home. I was glad I left when I did even though not a flake was falling there in N. Civ nor at home. But I was about 20 minutes from home when the wind kicked out and the snow just poured out of the sky like soap flakes out of Peter Brady's laundry box.

What should've taken me 20 minutes took closed to about 40 minutes. I picked Mac up at school and was inside the building for less than 10 minutes and my footsteps were already obliterated.

If this actually keeps up all night like predicted, we're gonna have a huge mess in the morning. We already have a 1 hour delay at Alcatraz... I was told by my administration even we might have a snow day! That's practically an act of God in a place like that!

So much for alone time; I didn't want to hang out with Jack Frost and Mother Nature!

Maggie

Monday, January 31, 2011

The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton

I know I don't usually write book reviews here, which is all well and good, but earlier this month I invited my blog readers to read The Forgotten Garden with me. I only picked this one because it's the book I read for my first (and last) attendance into a book club. I wanted extra motivation to finish it. Here's my review, thoughts, and analysis of the novel.

It tends to sound a bit academic in spots, but it's how I think sometimes, it's how I wanted to talk about the book-- and trust me, there was more to say. Sorry this runs a bit long!

I hope you all feel free to leave as detailed a comment as you wish, whether you've read it or not!

Fair warning--- SPOILER ALERT- SPOILER ALERT- I am discussing important things that will totally ruin your reading experience, so if you haven't read, but think you will, SPOILER ALERT!!!

The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton is one of those huge, sweeping epic stories that spans 4 generations and more than a 100 years. The story is around modern day Cassandra, who is a young widow and an antiques dealers; Nell, her grandmother who raised her; Eliza, the mother of Nell who tried to do right; Rose, the woman who is the cousin and best friend of Eliza; and, finally and briefly of Georgianna, mother of Eliza.

Nell was found at age 4 years, sitting on a suitcase at the ship dock in Australia. The ship-master brings the child home and since no one ever tries to claim Nell or is hunting for a missing child, and the ship-master and his wife can bare no children, they keep her. On Nell's 21st birthday, her father reveals how she came to him. Nell then extracts herself from her family (her parents later finally had children, 4 other daughters), ends her engagement and leaves for parts unknown, on a quest to find how she ended up on a ship.

Nell leads a lonely life, but she does marry and has a child herself. Nell knows she's a terrible mother, feeling disjointed and disengaged from her own daughter. When her own daughter is grown and gone from home and Nell is widowed, she embarks on a journey to discover her real family, the one she never knew existed, the one she can't remember (even though she was four and should remember something, she was sick with fever on the ship from England to Australia and doesn't have any memories). With the help of a clue found in a the suitcase she arrived with, through research, and the aid of a private detective, Nell starts untangling her past. Just when she's about ready to solve the riddle of her life, her wayward daughter arrives and dumps Cassandra, Nell's 15 year old granddaughter, in her lap.

Nell is a better grandmother than mother, does the right thing and raises her granddaughter, then dies before she can solve the mystery of her life.

In The Forgotten Garden we have Cassandra taking up the mystery, journeying in her grandma Nell's footsteps across the wordl to see if she can solve the mystery of her grandma's life. through Cassandra we learn of Nell's own journey, the story of the wild child Eliza and her sickly cousin Rose, and about the humble beginnings of Eliza's life with the tragic loss of her baby brother Sammy and her mom Georgianna.

The story's chapters are chunked into the voices of the various women, through diaries and the voices of other's who knew the various women involved. Eliza, who was a story teller, wrote her own fairy tales and these tales are sprinkled throughout the entire novel.

I loved the story of Eliza the best. She had a such a deep connection to her cousin Rose. She overcame a huge amount of adversity, from losing her mother and finding her baby bother dead, trampled beneath horses' hooves in the streets of London. She was then taken to her "family" where she survived the continuous denigration by her Aunt Adeline (Rose's mother and Eliza's guardian). She and Rose become such close friends, like little soul mates. She has a remarkable personality and it fun and silly; her resilience is admirable. I love the story of her.

I admire the storyline of the novel, though I'm really not one to be a fan of the "grand, sweeping epic" novel. I usually avoid these at all costs. And while I love the intricateness of this plot-line, if falls into the trap of most other "grand, sweeping epic" novels- it's way to long and becomes mired. I couldve hacked about 200 pages out of this and still told the story, and I would've liked it a lot better, too, actually.

I do like the richness of all the characters. The story is a fair tale in and of itself, and then weaves fairytales within so I like that cleverness. The evil aunt Adeline who makes the poor wretched child's life miserable while doting her on her perfect, yet ill, child. The handsome princess, the tragedies.

Something else that I do love is that I didn't have it completely figured out- almost but not quite. I knew that Nell was Eliza's baby but I hadn't figured out the father. It was a toss up between Nathaniel (Rose's husband) and Eliza's creepier Uncle Linus. Eliza and Nathaniel became so close during the writing and illustrating of the fairytale book that I thought they had an affair, but Eliza had such a fierce love of Rose and would do anything to please her, I thought that would see our of character for Eliza. After Uncle Linus attacked Georgianna and with his obsession with Eliza, I thought he raped/ molested her. So the twist at the end, of the final parentage of Nell, with a surprise. I also liked how it all fell into place, why Nell actually arrived on the ship and sailed alone, at age 4 years old.

The dirtiness of turn of the century London lead to the bleakness of this tale. I've studied that time period of London quite a bit because I have a fascination (albeit twisted) with London of that time- so I was secretly thrilled and appalled with this part of Eliza's young life. It was deliciously horrid to think the children played a game called "Ripper" or about Mrs. Swindle being for Fagan-like in her evilness that she robbed the dead who washed up on the shore, or stole frocks right off the little rich girls of London. Oh how Dickensian dark and gloomy this part of Eliza's life, but still an important part of the story.

Rose was the most unlikeable character, I think. I realize she was a product of her evil mother and the creeper Linus but she was so unlikeable. to think she was so close to Eliza and then to turn on her after she gave her the baby. Even as Cassandra reads the scrapbooks, letters and diaries of Rose, we see she never even tells the truth there, that she lives in lies and fantasies. It's sad she couldn't even manage the truth in her own journals! It's sad, really, and her constant worrying and whining became dreary. Yes, it's terrible about the radiation scars and the killing of her womb, and her sickness because of it, but to grow to hate Eliza was just so sad, and showed how small and much like Adaline she really was.

The one thing that puzzled me all the way through the story was a piece of Nell's story. she had wonderful loving parents and doting sisters. She had a such a great life and was shown so much unconditional love and happiness. Her father revealed her secret to her and she changed entirely. Why? Why couldn't she still love the man who raised her, that she called dad/ Why coudn't she still love her sisters? Why did she pull away and become so cold, such a shrew, so unbending and unforgiving? Why? This is what I never understood. I comprehend she wanted to learn where she came from and all the abandonment emotions that went with that, that she needed answers. But why did she change so abruptly? Why become almost a different person entirely? I could see being mad at her father but to shun them all , to become so unfeeling, to grow apart, to not even be able to love her own child. I don't understand the harsh line that was drawn, especially since she was show so much love and affection all her life from those who found her.

As an academic study, I can find I could discuss the book, but I didn't really like it, or enjoy it.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

What's up his sleeve?

I told ITSam he doesn't have to make a big deal out of Valentine's Day because he had been asking me for the last 3 weeks where I wanted to have dinner on Valentine's Day so he could make reservations, Finally, I told him we should just go out to dinner at one of our favorite places on the Friday or Saturday before and maybe see a movie. I told him a card would be nice and maybe a heart shaped box of candy but not necessary. I told him on the actual day, a Monday, we could just hang out and rent a DVD or Netflix.

He wanted to know and at our age, I appreciate him asking. I guess in his previous relationships, the expectations on V-Day were high. I told him he does so many nice things for me all the time he didn't have to cater to the trappings of Valentine's Day- other than a card.

However, he decided that since I love steak, we should go to a Japanese steak house in Northern Civilization. I guess the chefs "perform" while cooking your dinner, with the throwing and chopping and stuff like that. I've never been there before but it's one of Sam's favorite places so that's the plan. (He said he thinks I'll love it, and I can cross off something else on my 40 before 40 list- haha!)

He told me this last night and then said I should bring my camera. I said okay. Then he said I should dress warmly. Then he changed the subject.

Is it cold in a Japanese steak house or did he ignore my plea for just a causal dinner and up the ante that's going to involve something? The camera thing made sense because I thought if the chef performs then I could take pictures. I didn't get the dress warm part and he's not talking, so I'm not asking.

But I sure am curious.

Could be interesting, sweet, fun and grand. Or potentially hazardous.....

Maggie

Saturday, January 29, 2011

What doesn't kill you makes you...

So, you know how I have take a spinning class and take a yoga class on my 40 before 40 list? And lose 10 pounds? Well, I now have no excuse to not do the first two which are the steps to either the third one, or steps to death. Could go either way.

A friend of mine from work gave me 2 free passes to our YMCA. Our Y gives members passes to give to friends who are non-members. Cool idea and cool for me.

I said I wished I could afford a Y membership and we were all talking about how prohibitive it is. It was funny that everyone at the table thought it was spendy yet everyone but me belonged. Everyone there either had a discount membership or a free one because of where their spouse worked. So later in the afternoon this colleague friend gave me 2 of her free passes. AWESOME!

So I hopped on the Y website and you will never believe what I found. In the month of February they are holding their very first "Beginners Yoga" class. One hour a week for 4 weeks. On Tuesdays. AND they are also trying out, for the second time to see if it's as successful as the first time, a "Beginning Spin" Class. One hour a week for 4 weeks. On Wednesdays.

Since I have these passes I can go to the first class for free to try it out. If I like it I can pay for the rest of the classes or if I don't, then forget it and move one, thank you very much.

It just seems like fate, doesn't it?

Guess what I'll be doing on Tuesday night, and God help me if yoga doesn't kill me, then a spin class on Wednesday. And I'll blog about both--- unless I'm dead from all the exercise.

Maggie