The Little Princess

Tardis, Transport Me To the 80's!

Are you old enough to remember these? LA Gear was the coolest shoe of the 80's. Kids and adults all screamed for the latest pair, and the one above was one of the coveted pairs everyone needed to own. (Next on the list: switching one converse with a friend.) We all rocked the MJ's.

I remember the first pair I begged for. We were talking on my mommy board today, and I remembered my beloved pair of black and pink LA Gears. I begged and begged and begged. Even wrote in my school journal that my dad WAS going to buy them for me. I just knew it. Imagine his shock and surprise at reading that. I wrote it 2 months before he bought them. Because I just KNEW.

Told you I made things happen with my mind. I will win a billion dollars. I will win a billion dollars...

ETA: Apparently my awesome physic powers failed me and I left the I out of the word Tardis. It was not meant to say tards, but tardis, which is what The Doctor time travels in.

Everyday Minerals, I think we have to break up.

It's going to be hard though. I don't know if I can live without you. I'm just so upset and hurt. I can't believe you discontinued one of my favorite colors. Jasmine Tea was so beautiful. Made my eyes sparkle so pretty. And you took her away. Why? Can you tell me that? No? No single answer? I've looked everywhere, and all I can get is "not found".

I hate you. But I still love you.

I.... Yeah. Totally Magical.

My throat hurts. I caught strep by thinking about it. Well I did! Nothing you say will prove otherwise. I'm magical and can think things into existence. *Will win a million dollars. Will win a million dollars*

Our neighbors daughter came down with Strep on Monday. On Tuesday Alice came home and said her teacher had strep. Today, I woke up with a raging sore throat.

Coincidence? I think not.

Don't be jealous that I'm magical and you are not. Oh, stop trying to be all reasonable and say I caught the germs Alice brought home, either from her friend or teacher. I'm not falling for that. I am a magical being.

Now, *I will win a BILLION dollars. I will win a BILLION dollars...*

I'm A Makeup Whore

We have a thread on one of my mommy boards all about makeup. This has led to us mommies spending our entire monthly accounts on cosmetics we don't NEED, but know make us look totally drop dead. We've all become total makeup whores. Until recently, I've always done my makeup when I go out, but now, I'm using every reason to peacock myself up. DH calls the board my "sewing circle"

This is me (God I should have remembered to put on my lipstick first!!!):


This is me in green and gold:


This is me in purples with NYC Pink Champagne:



And finally, my most recent Revlon Shimmering Sienna (75% off at CVS):



So run out, buy yourself some makeup, just so we don't feel like the only makeup crazies out there. ;)

Strange Days

While driving Thumbelina to preschool this morning, I saw a woman who looked like my mother from far away. Since we were passing the neighborhood near where she lives, it was plausible, but in the end, it wasn't her. I started thinking about all that she was missing out on. That when I do have another child, she'll never know him/her. Then I wondered if she were to die, would my sister and I go to her funeral?

I went to the bank afterward to cash a few checks. One of the checks was from my Godmother, for Girl Scouts. There was one teller at the window, and I honestly didn't bother to look at her nametag until a second teller appeared. The second teller had the same name as my Godmother. That wouldn't be strange, except for the fact that the first tellers name was the same name as my Godsister. Creepy.... I headed to Alice's school and dropped off her forgotten lunchbox.

I went home, and read online from an awesome mommy about a CVS makeup deal, so I left again to go buy some makeup before picking Thumbelina up for preschool. While getting ready to walk in the door, I notice an elderly man who looks so much like my maternal grandfather it hurts me. He died January 2, 2006. Not a few days before I met my husband. I hate he never got to meet him. I hope my grandfather approves.

I put Thumbelina down for her nap (no idea how this girl will make it through kindergarten. She loves her naps), and my father calls. Apparently my mother had called him, left a message wanting to get together in February to talk. I make jokes about it "My mommy and daddy are getting remarried!!!", we both laugh, and then go about our day. Or so I thought.

A few minutes later, my phone rings and I don't recognize the number. If my dad hadn't of called, I would have answered it, but I knew as soon as I saw it, who it was (according to google it''s not her, but they are WRONG). "Hey Peaches, it's your mom. Call me back!" As if the past 28 years never happened. I was prepared to let it go, but then she called back, and left a longer message. A vicious one. Saying if she ever saw my sister again she would kick her ass. How she doesn't know my nephew (insinuating she doesn't care for him), how if she were to die and we showed up to her funeral she would jump out of the casket and kill us both. So, I guess that answers the funeral question?

I called my dad to let him know the crazy had reached me, but I got his voicemail. He called me 20 minutes later to let me know he was on the phone with my mom. He was genuinely shocked that she left a message like that, as he had just gotten off the phone, and she was civil. Nice even! Why the sudden 180 from my message to his phone call?

Brick wall, meet my head.

Zoya Nail Polish Review

About a week ago, Zoya had a great deal on nail polish. Great as in FREE. 3 full sized bottles, for only the cost of shipping (6.95). Of course we Bargain Hunting Mamas jumped right on the deal. As did 400,000 others. Which surprised even Zoya. The code was good for a week, but their servers couldn't handle the amount of traffic they brought on. It took a while, but I finally got mine. So did my husband ;) "His" haven't arrived yet, but should soon.

I received mine in the mail today (who's to say they wouldn't have shown up on Monday as the today is the first time the mail has run all week. Snowpocalypse!). I immediately ripped open the package to find even more packaging to rip open. Zoya ships these pretty well to prevent breaking. They also sent some color palettes. 2 palettes I wasn't a fan of, but 2, possibly 3, off the Wicked palette jump out at me. (how fitting)


By the time I was done painting my first pinky, my thumb was already dry. 2 coats and a top coat later, it took 15 minutes before I felt comfortable typing, which is pretty fast, considering other polishes can take up to an hour, if they are dark. I painted my nails in Mata Hari. Ignore how short they are, as one of the nails broke this morning, so I chopped them all off. Plus, I didn't do any clean up on the polish mistakes, just snapped a fast photo.


My only problem with Zoya isn't really my problem at all, but one of a friends. She placed her order, was given a confirmation, but it never showed up under her account. She was patient, but today called them and was informed that the order wasn't showing up. When she gave them her confirmation number as proof, they basically told her she was SOL, as the promotion was over. So after all their "please be patient with us", in the end she was screwed out of a great deal. She went to their Facebook page to talk to someone there, and while others who've posted after her are being answered, as of the time of this writing, Zoya has still yet to answer her questions. Which is a pretty big fail in customer service. You should have at least responded. Instead, it's obvious that you are ignoring any problems and only responding to those saying they love you.

I Am Angry

Everything is political. On one of my mommy boards, we are talking about the Arizona murders that happened yesterday. A horrible thing that left 6 (as currently reported) people dead, including a child. A CHILD. Some psycho killed an innocent 9 year old CHILD. (My prayers are with all of them, but especially the family of this little girl, who had her entire life to look forward to)

Of course, since this was a political thing, politics are going to be brought up. But instead of discussing the tragedy, here I am discussing my anger over politics. Over the masses who would rather argue how one party is worse than the other, than on the fact that some psychotic freak murdered 6 people, in the effort to kill one. Which in the end, didn't work out for him so well.

I fucking hate politics. As I said on the mommy board, they are destroying our country. BOTH sides of it. They are becoming violent, hate filled, and evil. Republicans and Democrats are destroying the country so many of us once felt pride in. In one week, these deaths will just be more political foder for both sides in their effort to destroy us all.

Crabs. We Don't Have Any.

Over heard this afternoon:

"Chloe, do you have any crabs?"

"No, Go Fish Emily"

20....11?

Holy crap. 3 days into the new year and I have yet to toast it. No, seriously. I went to bed and cried myself to sleep on the last night of 2010. I hope that's not indicative of this year.

The kids are back in school, neither of whom wanted anything to do with that horrid 6 letter word. I think they would rather utter the word fuck and deal with my wrath than head back to school. Well, Alice maybe. Thumbelina was fine once she realized she would see her friends again. Apparently she's been bored out of her mind without them.

Matt had Saturday and Sunday off. He also had last Saturday and Sunday off, so I think he feels a bit more rested. I hope. We can cross our fingers and pray! I need him to be better.

I'm trying to keep busy, but am currently ignoring the fact that I have laundry to wash. Hey, I'm cooking dinner and did the dishes! That after hitting 4, yes freaking 4, grocery stores in search of Asiago cheese. I'm very disappointed in my beloved Harris Teeter about this. They used to carry it, for a reasonable price. Now, it's $10.00, and comes in a plastic tub. WTF Harris Teeter? What.The.Fuck. I hate you now.