Dropped by the Goodwill before I left for Kona...
Ruffly yellow dress - $2.95
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TriCenter from Kona! #1
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TriCenter from Kona! #1
My dark (chocolate and sea salt) secret
I can't seem to escape it. Even at the airport!
The one on the right says Salted Carmel Mocha Frappuccino. They traded "chocolate" for "mocha" but it's not like we're idiots... I get what you're trying to do...
If it's at Starbucks, it's going to be on every street corner, in every city, everyday until my scale tips 300 pounds...
First it was those dark chocolate salted caramels from the restaurant Purple, in Seattle... I think I could lay sole blame there... I had to suffer through the delicous decadence of three whole pieces all by myself in June, and then AGAIN in July! They're like drugs... In fact... I still have 2 in my freezer at this moment... that feels good to get off my chest. I have no idea how I made it home without eating them but I did. The saddest part of this story however is that... I am so mad for these little buggers that I can't stand the thought of ever being denied them... I flew them 1,254 miles back to my home... for my own peace of mind!
But it didn't stop there....then it was dark chocolate almonds with sea salt from Trader Joes. I was so grateful I couldn't find them at a TJ's close to my house... until the other day. They're hidden back by the wine... also not fair.
I stopped frequenting that section because my self control around these things is embarrassing.
But these!!! they put these suckers right at the checkout!
Then... it was my birthday. What do you get a girl who is trying not to accumulate more "stuff" but for whom food is fine...?
The Faceoff
Well... I may not have the pipes of Carrie Underwood or the dancing feet of Julianne Hough... but I too use Proactiv. (I'd also like to add that I am in no way endorsed or sponsored by Proactiv... yet :)
Ok, so here's my sob story... I'll make it quick.
Never had great skin, but I figure we all need a little pain in our life.
( My mom would probably claim it was how I was being punished for sneaking out, dating boys older than me, being a little too mouthy... you know, the usual teenager drama parents dread the moment your born and then suffer through from ages 12-30.)
Back to the point... I was a swimmer and contrary to popular belief that chlorine "dries up acne" mine actually got worse. Always looking to improve her daughters shortcomings
(she even convinced me once to get eyeliner tattooed on my eyes... and I got pink eye and looked like a freak until it faded away. Her response... well you look like a Holocaust survivor when you don't wear eye makeup and I worry you'll never find anyone willing to wake up next to you looking like that)
she intervened again... this time with my skin.
So... one day a box is delivered to our house from Proactiv. She had ordered it off of one of their infomercials as her last ditch effort before she headed downstairs to start working on a lifetime supply of habits for my impending time at the convent... with the other nuns.
I diligently scrubbed my face morning and night, watching closley as exactly 60 seconds passed by because that's what the bottle said. A few weeks in, it actually started working.
It's now been more than a few years... and I still use the cleanser. Do I still need it? I guess I don't really know... but I have a feeling I'll soon be well aware...
It's almost gone. I'd like to think I've grown out of that stage of my life, but I'm afraid it's not always that easy. Ironically enough the other face soap I have is also from her too... I guess we'll see whether it's her daily novena's sent to all the corresponding saints and the Big Guy... or the actual product that pulled my face out of it's pepperoni pizza looking state.
Ok, so here's my sob story... I'll make it quick.
Never had great skin, but I figure we all need a little pain in our life.
( My mom would probably claim it was how I was being punished for sneaking out, dating boys older than me, being a little too mouthy... you know, the usual teenager drama parents dread the moment your born and then suffer through from ages 12-30.)
Back to the point... I was a swimmer and contrary to popular belief that chlorine "dries up acne" mine actually got worse. Always looking to improve her daughters shortcomings
(she even convinced me once to get eyeliner tattooed on my eyes... and I got pink eye and looked like a freak until it faded away. Her response... well you look like a Holocaust survivor when you don't wear eye makeup and I worry you'll never find anyone willing to wake up next to you looking like that)
she intervened again... this time with my skin.
So... one day a box is delivered to our house from Proactiv. She had ordered it off of one of their infomercials as her last ditch effort before she headed downstairs to start working on a lifetime supply of habits for my impending time at the convent... with the other nuns.
I diligently scrubbed my face morning and night, watching closley as exactly 60 seconds passed by because that's what the bottle said. A few weeks in, it actually started working.
It's now been more than a few years... and I still use the cleanser. Do I still need it? I guess I don't really know... but I have a feeling I'll soon be well aware...
It's almost gone. I'd like to think I've grown out of that stage of my life, but I'm afraid it's not always that easy. Ironically enough the other face soap I have is also from her too... I guess we'll see whether it's her daily novena's sent to all the corresponding saints and the Big Guy... or the actual product that pulled my face out of it's pepperoni pizza looking state.
I guess we could call it "the Faceoff"... stay tuned.
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