Monday, March 19, 2012
Mia and Me
Say hello to my little friend. I bought my Clarisonic Mia in Poppy almost a year ago after seeing photographs of myself at a party with my rosacea red face. Needless to say, I was rather horrified and ashamed. I decided to do something about it!
I searched the internet and finally decided to buy my Mia directly from Claironic. Two weeks later, my new Mia arrived with a normal and sensitive brush head, travel bag, charger, and a travel size facial cleanser. I allowed my Mia to charge for 18 hours and tried the sensitive brush head and with the cleanser.
I had found love!
My first impression was the massaging quality of the Mia. It's amazing, soothing and makes washing my face a pleasure. I wanted to do it again! I noticed my face felt smoother after only two uses. It seemed to even be brightening my skin a bit. The redness was fading! I ordered four types of cleaners that Clarisonic offers. I started out with the gentle hydro cleanser. Within a month, my rosacea was under control. All this after only using this little joy twice a day!
I have noticed that if I skip using my Mia for more than 2 days, my face begins to look tired. Once, after not using it for an entire month, (SHAME ON ME!!) I seemed to look older, my eyes sagging a bit, the redness was coming back, and my face felt like it was beginning to feel less toned. The texture of my skin was rough.
After THAT lesson, I always use my Mia twice a day. My moisturizer lasts forever because I don't need to use as much. My face is so smooth, even my makeup goes on so much better. And yes, fine lines and wrinkles do seem to be lessened. I also use the skin polish once a week, and switched to the nourishing cleanser during winter months. I can't stop aging completely, but I can continue faithfully using my Mia.
This is a recent photo of me, taken in March 2012:
And what I looked like before Mia in early 2011:
Now you understand.
I LOVE MY MIA!
Now you understand.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
And Another Saga Ends...
And so the friendship of Me and "Betty Sue" has come to a screeching halt. The tide has turned in the span of a phone call. With a hearty smile, and a light heart, I bid farewell to the aging and widening senior citizen with the childlike demeanor and toddler-like temper.
Because of you, I shall never forget:
Your admiration for Fox News
Your self-published book
Your own children want nothing to do with you
How you ran away from your foreclosed home
How you are fighting with the IRS
Or the multitude of homes you have owned and relinquished...
I needn't continue.
My life is not perfect.
I don't need to own a home to be happy.
I don't run off my friends.
I just cut the fat.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Cranky Britches
I use a certain social networking site that's famous. I'll leave you to guess. I have friends on there I know personally, and we enjoy sharing photos and things that make me laugh.
Then there are the Mommies....
These mommies relish in being the Ultra Mommies. They post unflattering photos of their children with their toothless faces and goofy grins. They think potty training is a subject we all want to know about. Some soon-to-be mommies even go as far to post their ultrasound photos.
I don't share the MRI photos of my brain, or the colonoscopy that my aunt had, so why in the world would I want to look at your fetus?
Some of us are happy not to have little ones running amok destroying our furniture and ruining our carpets anymore. Some of us are not even grandmothers yet. Some of us are happy being adults. And we do adult things that may even shock your sensitive Sesame Street addled brains. But we don't post those things because we CONSIDER OUR AUDIENCE.
Please stop torturing me with your photos and I'll stop bitching on my blog about it. Thank you.
Then there are the Mommies....
These mommies relish in being the Ultra Mommies. They post unflattering photos of their children with their toothless faces and goofy grins. They think potty training is a subject we all want to know about. Some soon-to-be mommies even go as far to post their ultrasound photos.
I don't share the MRI photos of my brain, or the colonoscopy that my aunt had, so why in the world would I want to look at your fetus?
Some of us are happy not to have little ones running amok destroying our furniture and ruining our carpets anymore. Some of us are not even grandmothers yet. Some of us are happy being adults. And we do adult things that may even shock your sensitive Sesame Street addled brains. But we don't post those things because we CONSIDER OUR AUDIENCE.
Please stop torturing me with your photos and I'll stop bitching on my blog about it. Thank you.
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