Carrot Mask :)

Easy,  inexpensive and healthy! The  ingredients contain natural antiseptics and antioxidants which kill germs and protect the skin from damaging  free radicals.

Ingredients:

2 medium carrots – powerful antiseptic to kill germ and protect skin with antioxidants. Carrots help protect the skin from free radicals and promote the regeneration of healthy skin cells.

1 Tbsp honey – also antiseptic and reduces swelling
1 Tbsp olive oil – nourishes and cleans the skin
1 lemon – astringent and acidic.  This maintains the acid mantel of your skin which keeps in moisture and keeps out germs.

Directions:

1. Peal the carrots and steam until soft.
2. Mash the carrots into a creamy consistency.
3. Mix in 1 tbsp. of all natural honey.
4. Stir in 1 tbsp. of olive oil.
5. Squeeze a few drops of fresh lemon juice into the face mask mixture. Lemon is a natural astringent and will help clean greasy skin.  If your skin tends to dry easily, add only 8 to 10 drops; if you skin tends to be oily, add up to 1 tbsp. of lemon juice.
6. Use a spoon to drop small amounts onto your hands and gently massage the mask onto your whole face for several minutes.
7. You can keep it on for an additional 5  minutes.
8. You can then just wash it off with water in a sink or easier – in the shower.

P.S.  This is all food ingredients to after, any that you don’t use on your face – you can eat!
P. S. S.  If you go to a spa for this, it could cost $40 – $140! 

The lemon juice which is acidic when used topically has an alkaline influence internally because of the specific minerals it contains.

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Cara DeLevingne

I just love her.

Ellie Goulding - "Your Song"

hunger games

I haven't done anything all weekend... I worked ALL week and it's my right to be a lazy twat during my time off. I couldn't even be lazy though. I did housework and some other shit. Worked on this blog a little.

Yesterday I didn't really feel the best. I think it was a side effect of the garcinia supplement I've been taking. I'm not fat. Nor do I think I'm fat. I need to tighten up and I can't do that if I'm hungry all the time. I have no willpower. I WILL eat. Which doesn't help me in my endeavor to slim down. Hence, the garcinia. I've also been taking Relacore. It helps me with stress, which in turn, cuts down on stress eating. I've also been trying to exercise more. I want to be cut like a fucking diamond by the spring. Fuck this muffin top shit. It's not out of hand, but it will be if I sit on my ass and do nothing. Speaking of my ass, I need to get my squatting on too. Work on dat aaassssss. *ass ass ass ass ass ass* ANYWAY. Yesterday I was in a supplement induced haze I guess. If such a thing exists. I was in a funk. And I was really pissy yesterday morning. Half of that stems from Babe's negligence in the "picking up after yourself" department. He made something to eat and just left everything scattered in the kitchen and went straight to video games. *pet peeve!!* It really gets under my skin. I don't mind cleaning. It's my house too. But there's a fine line between splitting the housework and being a fucking maid. In case you're wondering, he cleaned up his own mess. He knows when I'm pissed. And why. Because I tell him. I don't play games.

(*Ladies. Don't be shy. Tell your man when you're pissed and why. Communication is key. Just try not to be a complete bitch about it. I struggle with this.*)

One of my nearest and dearest of friends stopped by on her way to Kohl's yesterday. I missed her face. We'll call her M.M.  I hadn't seen her in forever. She lost a ton of weight and she just looks so fucking good. Plus after a slew of losers she finally landed herself a decent man. They moved into a cabin in the woods together. It's beautiful. She's just doing so many great things and making good decisions now. I'm so proud of her. Also a little jealous because she's getting her tits done and I want my tits done now, too. Ugh. Whatever.

I really don't know what time I'm supposed to be at work tomorrow and it's kind of stressing me out. I'm gonna go eat.

Puss

Turbo <3

satisfaction

I'm not really a person that gloats or thinks I'm better than anyone. I'm not snobby. But seriously, I enjoy so much that moment when some stupid bitch gives me the stink eye somewhere, like she's better than me, and then we see each other in the parking lot, and she gets into a piece of shit beater and she sees me get into my Cruze. White with tinted windows.

Hahaha. Nice car, cunt.

Be mad.

:)

americana

insert witty title here.

Time is moving so fast. In general, at least. In the moment at hand, it seems as if it's crawling. I'm not sure if it's because it's so cold and miserable outside or if I'm just bored and don't know what to do with my day. But it seems like only yesterday it was last January. Only a few moments ago and I was at the golf course. In reality, it was only minutes ago that I was standing in my bathroom straightening my hair and wondering why the fuck it was so cold in there. Meanwhile wearing a cami and panties. Nothing else. I've since put more clothes on. I can't take the cold and I don't want to pay a phenomenal electric bill. ((It's actually 70 in here but I run cold. 80 is when I feel my best.)) I just want to be able to sit at my desk, look out the window, and not see death, mud, and patches of snow. I feel cold just looking outside. I want to see trees with leaves on them. Flowers. Birds. Life. I want to go out and start working in my garden. I just want to be outside. Getting a tan. I hate being trapped in the house. I'm not a winter bird. I just can't.

most likely

the race card

I hate hearing about this on an every day basis, and I'm sure you don't want to be lolligagging through the blogosphere just to stumble upon yet another bitching spree about race, and that's good. That's not what this is. You're in luck.

America is up to its asshole in a race war. I'm not saying it's right or it's wrong to be racist. Your views are your views. If you don't like a particular race of people, it's your prerogative. Whether a person is black or white or green or pink, is irrelevant. It's all in how you present yourself to the world. If you show respect to your fellow human beings and carry yourself with dignity, contribute in a positive way to society, and earn your money honestly, you're okay in my book. I'm not a racist myself, however, there are lots of things that coincidentally seem to keep popping up when a black individual is involved. Not all blacks do this though. I know a lot of blacks and I'm cool with them. They're respectful though. They have jobs. They're very nice people. Some I'm very close with. But these things right here, are reasons why general disdain would be confused for just racism. Just hear me out.

1.) I have no tolerance, NO fucking tolerance, for "yo yo yo whaddup whadduuuup, who you is, who dat ain't" bullshit. If you talk to me, you better have your grammar down pat, be respectful, and speak like you have some intelligence. Belligerently just yelling and having no respect for the people around you is also quite annoying. It doesn't matter who you are or what color you are. I can't tell you how much it makes my blood boil when I'm out somewhere and someone just starts yelling and making a scene and acting like an animal. How many white people do you see doing this shit? Mostly kids, right? If I DO see a white person doing this or speaking like they don't have a brain in their head, they get the same reaction a black person would. Disgust. Like, really? Grow up. Get some dignity. The only attention you get by acting that way is *negative*. It's not a race thing. It's a character thing.

2.) I don't like rap music because it's stupid. It's not because it's mostly by black artists. I like Alicia Keys. I love Bob Marley. I like Otis Redding, Aretha Franklin, John Legend and the like. Rap? No. I can't. There's no intelligence to it. Just noise.

3.) The hypocrisy of this "race card" has me perplexed. Blacks are allowed to say whatever they want about whites. They've got the Black Panther movement. They remake movies with all black casts. They can call us crackers to our faces and we're supposed to be ok with it. BUT GOD FORBID, WHITES would flip it and do the same thing. Where's the KKK? omg..NO...we can't have that. That's offensive. We have to have at least one black person in this show or movie, otherwise it's offensive. If we walk up to a random black person and call him or her the dreaded "N" word, all hell fucking breaks loose. It's hypocritical. I'm sick of how pussified this country is.

I could go on. But those 3 things are key points of contention with me. I don't care if it offends you. Stay off my fucking blog if you find it offensive.

I'm tired.

My schedule has been so crazy. I honestly think I've worked harder in the last 4 weeks than I have in the last 4 years. Holy shit. And no. I've not had the time, nor the strength, nor the desire to blog lately. Why? Well, you work 14 hours a day for 17 consecutive days with no days off except Christmas and New Year's Day and then tell me you give a rat's ass about blogging. Consider it a dare. This weekend is the first weekend I've had off in quite some time. I gotta tell you, the money is nice. However, the havoc it wreaks on one's body is phenomenal. I feel like hammered dog shit. I have no energy to spend all the money I've been making... That's a lie. I did just go on a hell of an online shopping spree. Only because I don't have the energy to actually go out and shop with the public. I can't stand people in optimal conditions, so I'm thrilled that I actually have a valid excuse to not participate in public if I so choose.