Maybe My Organic Isn’t the Same as the USDA’s?

I have to tell you guys what just happened to me. All week, I’ve been using my Posh samples waiting for my box to arrive. I ran out of Night & Day face Creme last night. 😞 Tonight, I grabbed another face cream I have, that I actually spent a lot of money on. It’s organic, and advertises Argan and Rosewater as it’s ingredients. It’s ORGANIC (do you see the USDA Organic sticker?!?!?)…. yet, all I smell is rubbing alcohol. I never noticed that before!! My face is not moisturizer at all either. It feels tight yet a little greasy. What’s that all about? 

Now I feel like I wasted my gorgeous  Posh face wash product by basically removing it with perfumed rubbing alcohol! 

I absolutely can’t wait until my box gets here!!


Review – Perfectly Posh BFF Face Wash, Giving me Life Face Mask, and Night and Day Face Cream

I’ve been admiring my friend, Erin’s, Perfectly Posh posts on instagram for a while now.  The packaging is so darn pretty, and the products are simple. I’ve been a Lush junkie for years now, but lately, their products have been burning my skin, and the smells are just too overwhelming. As a result, I’ve been searching for a natural replacement. Welcome Perfectly Posh!

I requested some samples, and received them this afternoon. I was so excited opening this package!  In my sample package were BFF Face Wash, Giving me Life Face Mask, Night & Day Facial Moisturizer, Fall Out Girl Chunk Bar, Sugar Mama Body Scrub, and Hot Mess Hand Creme. 

I immediately ripped open the BFF face wash and was so happy to find out the face wash is peppermint based! I’ve had a headache for two days now and peppermint always helps me feel better. The wash is gritty, so it exfoliates, but fine enough, I used it on my lips. I did not, however, use it on my eyes. I actually let the wash sit for a few minutes so I could enjoy the smell a little longer! It rinsed off very easily with one pass of a warm wash cloth (okay, hot wash cloth, but wherever). 

Next was the Giving me Life Face Mask. Oh my goodness! IT HAS TEA TREE OIL IN IT!!!! I LOVE tea tree oil!!! It’s one of two essential oils that I carry in my purse with me at all times.  Bug bite? Tea tree oil! Scrape? Tea tree oil! Tired? Tea tree oil! See a pattern here? 

I slathered on a thin layer, as per the directions, went and took some selfies, and watched the voice. 

As it dried, I enjoyed the soothing aroma of the tee tree oil, and felt my face tighten up. The mask washed off so easily too! One wipe with that hot wash cloth, and it was gone! I can’t describe how soft it was coming off. It was like butter. My face didn’t feel dry or tight after wiping the mask off either. 

I cut open the Night & Day Face Creme and actually giggled when I realized it was lavender based! I hit the relaxation trifecta! Imagine my excitement after the hell week (yes, I’m aware it’s only Tuesday) I’ve had. This face creme, oh my goodness, this face creme….so soft, so cool. 

Now I’m sitting here trying not to continually touch my face because it’s so soft. I imagine I’m all bright and shiny (in a good way) too! 

I’m absolutely looking forward to tomorrow so I can use these products again!  Is it too early to confess that I may be in love?

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Review – Younique Touch Mineral Foundation 

Let me preface this by saying, I have really good skin. No blemishes, and very little unevenness. I wear foundation to create a smooth and even palate, not to cover anything. I am a 42-year-old mother living in sunny Southern California. My beauty ritual involves whatever bath and body works liquid hand soap is by my sink, coconut oil for eye makeup removal, and the basic old school oil of Olay (if I remember).

Things that are important to me in a foundation are: no smell, lightweight coverage, color matching, and staying power.

In cones Younique Touch Liquid Foundation. I traded two eyelash kits that didn’t work out for me for this foundation. I’ve had this foundation for about a week, and have used it almost every day since I received it.


You guys. This foundation is awesome. It’s so silky smooth. It feels like velvet going on, and it stays all day. My face feels clean and moisturized, and just smooth. The light weight formula lends itself to layering, if needed. We went out on Friday night, and wanted a more smooth look, so I did 2 layers of foundation. It didn’t cake up, and it didn’t feel like I had a lot of foundation on my face. I could touch my face and nothing would cone off either!

Overall, I love this foundation. I’m not thrilled about the price, but it is in the same range as other designer lines. I just need to get over it. Especially with my aging skin. I will definitely buy this foundation again. I love it!

I get mine here: Leah May – Younique


Learning new habits

So, if you don’t know this about me already, now you do…I’m overweight. Growing up, I was a size zero (0, Nada, not, nothing) albeit an anorexia induced size 0, but a size 0 nonetheless. Now, I struggle daily with the distorted body image I have. One little pang of hunger and the spiral starts. I think, “oh boy, here it comes, something I can control.”  Then the panic hits. “No. I can’t go back there”, but the temptation is still pretty strong and I combat that by eating too much. Again, it’s a control issue.

In my effort to attempt to loose this weight the right way, I am working on my eating habits. Breakfast is a biggie for me because I don’t eat it. Usually it’s three coffees and all my medications. I know it’s not good for my metabolism to not eat breakfast.  I’ve been making these egg muffins lately, and I love them. I put a little tapatillo on them and have an awesome breakfast!

I take 1/4 head of broccoli and 1/4 head of cauliflower and break them up in the Cuisinart.

Mix in 2 eggs, and 1/4 cup of mozzarella cheese, garlic powder, onion powder, salt, and pepper.

Line the bottom of 10 muffin tin openings with the mixture, then cake in a 350 oven for 15 minutes.

Brown 8 oz of breakfast sausage and drain then sprinkle on top of cooked vegetables.

Break an egg over each.

Bake at 350 for another 8-12 minutes depending on how well you like your egg yolks baked. (I like mine like a soft gel).

Yum! I’ve added a spicy Cajun seasoning to each, and a little salt and pepper. I take two to work every morning.

If there’s any left over veggie mix, I use it to make “pizza crust”. Good stuff. Enjoy!


The Second First Day of College

I am so ridiculously proud of this young man. Ian  Today, was his (second) first day of College at a new school, Mira Costa College.

His story starts many years ago, when he was in Kindergarten.  At the time, he was so advanced, that he tested out of 1st grade.  He entered second grade as a 6 year old, and didn’t even skip a beat.  He’s always been big for his age, so no one really noticed he was younger than everyone in his class.  Fast forward to 7th grade when we moved back to the USA, and he was moved up again, going from first term 7th grade to second term 8th grade.  Still, no one noticed because he was tall, mature, and held his own with the other kids in the grade. He entered the University of Arizona 4 months after his 17th birthday.  If that isn’t something to be proud of, I don’t know what is.  The year away didn’t go well though.  But, my goodness!  He was barely 17 when he picked up and moved 7 hours away on his own!  He gave it the good ‘ol college try (pun intended), and found some things out about himself.

Today, though, I am more proud than I was the day he started at U of A.  Why?  Well, because he  gets it now, and he did it on his own.  He came home from U of A broken, physically for sure, but I think a little mentally too.  He dug himself out of a devastating situation, got a couple of jobs, and enrolled in College closer to home.  He paid for his own units, and books, and has become almost 100% independent.  He still lives at home, with the plan to save more money so he can move out on his own with a cushion and a plan.  He buys his own food, prepares his own meals, does his own laundry, keeps his living area neat and clean, and he helps out when he can.  He’s working so hard and he is happy.  I don’t know a lot of kids his age that could have dealt with the simultaneous loss of his life long dream due to what he thought was an irreversible injury, and having to come home from college to tell his parents he failed for the very first time in his life, the way he has.  There were so many ways this could have gone beyond sideways, but he kept his focus, and he is “getting shit done” (his catch phrase), and I am so very proud of him.

We are all looking forward to one day soon when the Neurosurgeon calls to schedule his spinal surgery, but need to have an allergy test first, as the medal used in the artificial disc has a tiny bit of nickle in it.  Skin contact with nickle causes raised welts that itch, so he’s been instructed to see an allergist just to make sure the artificial disc won’t cause an allergic reaction internally.  Just like with his father, it is one step at a time.  This time though, he’s got a good base going and has his priorities in order.  I am so excited to see what barriers this young man breaks down next!  I love you my lion hearted boy!

A Little Word Therapy

The two most common questions I get asked are, “What happened at your sports club?” and “Why did you leave so abruptly?”

Those are good questions that I can’t say I am removed enough from in order to answer thoroughly.  I have my theories, and my hurt heart guiding me, and that’s not fair, but I need to work through this because I realized this last weekend that people are still talking about it, and that bothers me.  So, here it goes:

What happened?

I know that there were parents that accused my husband and me of using money from the youth team’s registrations to fund the High School teams.  I know that there were parents that thought we also only supported the High School/older teams and not the youth.  I also know that wasn’t true. These same parents decided to lynch us for these rumors.  Do I care to rehash it all? Nope.  It’s a dead horse.  I know we had a family that I thought was managing the youth teams really well, and that I trusted.  Unfortunately, they left over a donation disagreement.  The only other thing I will say is that there is a lot that you have to do differently when you have a sports club that plays for a school district when that sport is not CIF.  You can’t charge money for your players to play because of AB 1575 (This bill prohibits a pupil enrolled in a public school from being required to pay a pupil fee, as defined, for participation in an educational activity, as defined, as specified. At Fallbrook high school, this extends to club sports that are played using the high school name, fields, mascot, etc).  You can request a donation, but it has to be completely voluntary with no repercussions of nonpayment. We never turned a player away. I’ll leave that right there.

The thing is, we were just 2 people that volunteered. What started as making meals for a team turned into managing registration for the entire club. What started as running water for another team, turned into keeping the books for the whole club.   What started as just wanting to help, turned into managing a club, and that club grew way too fast to over 300 members. We were 2 people.  Yes, we asked for help, and yes, we got it for some things.

The club existed before we even moved to town, and while there were coaches leading the players, no one ever really stepped forward to lead the club.  Parents were picking up random responsibilities here and there and doing what they could until one day, my husband and I had a meeting with the coaches and discussed applying for a 501c3 certification with the thought of applying for non-profit grants in the future to help ease the monetary burden.  It was a long journey that my husband and I traveled on our own while maintaining all of the other volunteer duties we had picked up along the way.  We consulted attorneys, we attended webinars, we read, and read again on the correct steps to take, on how to do this for our club.  Then one day, we got this little post card in the mail.  We did it!  We gained a 501c3 status for the club!  It was an awesome day!  We called the coaches and had a little celebration on our back porch! This happened in the middle of a season, so we didn’t make anything formal or official because we weren’t ready.

Then the new season began, and we lost one of our major contributing youth families.  There was an argument earlier the previous season about soliciting vendors to sponsor practice shirts for our youth teams when the club had outstanding bills from previous seasons to pay.  They left on a bad note, and it’s too bad, but it happened.  Unfortunately, the sour taste that it created stuck around.  When the new season began, we had big plans to announce the new status and have board elections and do all this wonderful fundraising.  We were looking forward to working toward buying new jerseys for the entire club from U8 – U18 in a matching design so people knew we all belonged together.  The youth parents had other plans, and refused to participate in a very vocal and hostile manner.

Why did you leave so hastily?

I walked away because I was angry.  I walked away because I was deeply hurt and I was not going to spend another second of my life working so hard for people I didn’t feel appreciated anything I was doing. I walked away because I didn’t enjoy it anymore.  But mostly, I walked away for my family.

We love the sport we were representing.  We love the philosophy, and the family that lives in this sport, and it didn’t exist in the group of people we were working for.

I was accused of things I don’t even want to think about, so I walked away after devoting 5 solid years of my life to this club.  We worked for this club all year long, even in the off season. We planned vacations around game schedules, and club events.  It was engrained in our lives as part of us.

Was there a formal investigation by the new board?  Yes.  Did they find any of the accusations to be true? Nope.  Did they publicly apologize after so publicly smearing us?  Nope.  Do I care?  Not anymore.

I learned a lesson to the extreme, and I will never volunteer again.  My heart was ripped out and stomped on, and it has taken me almost a full year to even feel comfortable going to a game to watch my own child play.

I am happy for the current board members.  I am glad they can be at peace with what it is they are doing.  The eight of them are not doing anything different than the three (including coach) of us did. There are just more of them and the other parents are happier with the fact that it’s not me.  I’m fine with that.  I’m glad it’s not me too.  I hope that they appreciate the work that was put into getting them where they are today, and I wish them nothing but the best.

The only thing I ask is that when someone asks what happened, I hope that they take a good long look at the entire situation and their involvement (or lack thereof), and that they are truthful and don’t let personal feelings interfere when they tell what really happened.  I also wish that those that don’t really know what happened, just stop speculating and perpetuating the beast.  It’s over.  Move on.  I have, now.

Words that affect the rest of your life

With November deadlines fast approaching, we are in the midst of frantically filling in college applications and editing what we hope are killer essays written by our oldest son.  It is stressful.  Stressful might not be a strong enough word.  It is on the verge of being traumatic.  Hopefully we, as parents, will learn from this first experience and be a little better prepared for our middle son to do this in 4 years.

The typical conversation in our house these days goes like this:

Me, “Good morning! Did you finish that (insert college name here) essay?”

Him, “No mom, I’ve only been awake for 10 minutes so far today!”

Me, “Hey kiddo!  Don’t forget to take out the trash!  Hey, have you finished that (insert college name here) essay?”

Him, “No mom, I’ve been at school all day!”

Me, “Good night my love.  Sleep good!  Did you finish that (insert college name here) essay?”

Him, “No mom, I had to study for AP Chem/AP Calc/AP Whatever….”

Me, “Good morning! Hey….”

Him, “No mom.”

Me, “Oh, sorry.”

Him, “No, it’s ok,  I know it’s important.  It just so much.” Then we both cry a little, hug and it starts over again.

Tonight, we finished a big one.  It is scary as hell to think that 1650 words on a screen can decide your fate.  Especially when you are a family of mathematicians.