Thursday, August 28, 2014

Jamberry Nail {Review & Giveaway }


My nails are horrible. Just another thing I've come to accept. I pick at my cuticles and unless my nails are done with acrylic or gel, I screw them up in 2.5 seconds. 

When a fellow blogger, Laynah @ Rose Gold & Ringlets, threw it out there that she had started selling Jamberry nails, my interest was piqued. 

Laynah was fabulous. When I expressed interest in trying out her product she sent over a couple samples, enough for some accent nails. They took me about 5 minutes to apply and BAM, done. There was no drying time, nothing to mess up afterward. 

If you're not familiar with what Jamberry Nails are, by my definition, they are little nail vinyls that are heat applied. Super easy to put on and even though I'm hell on my hands, they lasted about a week for me. This is through snorkeling, sunscreen, hot baths, cleaning with bleach, and my habit of trying not to pick at my nails. I'm sure for normal people they last much longer. 



Now it's one lucky reader's turn to have their own go with a full sheet of Jamberry Nails! There are hundreds of designs to chose from, good luck picking your favorite!



Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Humpday Confessions

Happy Wednesday dolls. We're half way through the week and I haven't killed any tourists so let's call it a win. It's slowly becoming one of those weeks though. On top of everything I had my hopes up for a new job that I interviewed for last week. I got the email yesterday telling me I was not selected. I have a few other resumes out but no luck so far. If someone wants to send some good vibes my way I'd be forever grateful. More on the job situation later, let's move on. 

I confess..

...If I eat cereal, I keep pouring it in  the bowl until I'm out of milk. Meaning way over the recommended serving size. Why do they even put those on cereal?

 ...I like looking at the "comments" while I reply to them. That way I can see everyone's faces.. BTW Kathy, you need a photo. 


....I have some weird OCD moments through the day:
-I have to to pour my coffee creamer twice.
-I have to check the door locks by trying the handle, every time.
-I have to triple check my alarm before bed and make sure the ringer is on.
 I have to check the supply closet door twice to make sure I shut it all the way. ( At work our purses are inside)

Vodka and Soda


I'm off to zee gym now. It's chest and tri's day.. Fun fact: I hate chest & tricep day. It sucks but ain't no body got time for skin hanging off the back of the arm.  

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Weekend Recap | Hair, Happy Hour & Hooks

This past weekend I kind of felt like a normal person. Not only did I get two days off but one of them included a weekend day! Friday and Saturday were spent marvelously consuming lots of seafood and drinks. 

// Friday I finally found a hair salon I like. My dark roots disappeared.. as well as over 5" of hair. It was also the first day AB and I have had off together since I moved down. In three months we haven't had a full day with no responsibilities. Hellooo movies on the couch & happy hour. 

//Saturday we got up kinda early to go fishing. While he carted the kayaks and fishing poles to the truck and bought bait, I changed into my bikini and got myself ready. Right in the middle of getting my shit together I came up with the brilliant idea to have bacon and eggs for breakfast. Word of advice, don't cook bacon in a bikini. You're manfriend may come home and love it, but oil splatters are not fun. 

After we ate, it was fish time. For a coupe hours we were just trying to see who could bring in the biggest fish, what else is new. Then we followed that up with some snorkeling around a local reef. 

I think we came in with way too many fish but I'm not going to be one to complain about knowing exactly where my dinner came from. We had all of the fish cooked at our fav. local restaurant and it only cost us about $12. BAM. Leftovers for days. 


Linking up with Rachel & Lisa, Lisa & Bella

Monday, August 25, 2014

Sore Loser

This is another one of those posts where it's kind of pointless but sometimes when I don't understand something I need to vent about it. 

I CAN'T WIN A GAME AGAINST AB. 
Here's our scorecard right now, AB -9 Me-0.

Pool - 3-0
Monopoly 2-0
Battleship - 4-0 & somehow he caught on to how I was guessing numbers and sunk all my ships in 3 turns. 
Sorry 2-0
Life 2-0

 I'm about to throw in the towel and admit defeat but I have one last card up my sleeve...
I'm breaking out the Jenga.
Shit's about to get real.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Being Judged


There's a few things I realize I have never talked about here on my little piece of the world wide web. One of them being the amount of emotional turmoil I subjected myself to a couple years ago. D-Day, a.k.a. Divorce Day. 

From the time I entered into the relationship that led down the road to marriage until the day the word divorce was uttered, I hadn't realized how much I had changed. Well maybe I should rephrase that. I hadn't realized how much I hadn't changed. 

I was 18/19 when I began dating my ex. Who the hell thinks they know what they want at that age? I thought I wanted someone calm, reliable, safe.. I guess. Who knows. I also did everything how its "suppose" to be done. High school, college, house & marriage, then babies. 

Then one day it was like I woke up. The life I had wasn't what I felt it should be. It didn't feel as good as it should be. I literally had no worries. Great family, a home of my own, we both had jobs and no medical issues. Then, snap of the fingers later, it was over. I wasn't in love with the man I married. I'm not completely sure I ever was. To me, love should be something you feel all the way from your head to your toes. It should keep you up at night bc you're so thankful to have that person in your life. 

Once the D word was brought up it was almost like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Again, not a feeling you should have if you're with the right person. 

Then people starting finding out..

I was mid-twenties and getting divorced. Let the judgement begin. 

Most of my family took it OK but made me explain it over and over. My close friends seem to get it, I was back to acting like the old me. The outgoing, friendly, adventurous me. Then there were the family and friends who treated me like I had done something wrong. They treated me as if it was contagious and they didn't want to catch it. That was the hard part. 

Life as I knew it was over and the friends I had chose to surround myself with turned their backs. 

Know what I learned?

Screw them.

I learned who the people were that were meant to be in my life. Those people rose up, held my hand, or my hair, and never left my side. I'm not sure what I would have done without them. They helped me stick my middle finger up to anyone who thought they could judge me. 

Once I gathered the capability to say eff you and keep my head up, life got a lot easier. 

Moral of the story? Don't be afraid to rock the boat. Anyone prepared to weather the storm with you wont fall out. 

Or if you'd like a better picture of how I feel about those people...