Unfiltered. Day 4 & 5 Venting & Top Fav Beauty for May

So I dropped the ball and missed last nights post. Today's post will be double the fun.

Fridays are always fun/awful at the same time.  It's the last day of the week so everyone is a little anxious to get out of the office and start of their weekend, especially since this weekend is a 3 day. I ended up working late but got home before Derrick did from the gym. We walked around the mall and got him some new swim trunks. Side note, Derrick is obsessed with the shortie swim trunk style for the last two years.  He thinks it motivates him to push hard on his leg workouts so they look good in them.  These are the swim trunks he bought for this summer:

Check them out: Swim Trunks

"They're almost bigger in this picture then they are in real life" is what Derrick just said to me while I'm writing this.

So yeah, that's all I have to say about that.  If I'm brave enough, I will post a picture of him tomorrow while we are at the pool. No guarantees though.  

*Language warning*. While my husband has some strange fashion choices he is an extremely loyal person, anyone who knows him will tell you this.  He always tries to be there if you need him.  So it really frustrates me when he has friends who want to get in shape or need a gym buddy and then go for a while with him and then stop and blow him off.  And then when he tries to re-motivate them they give stupid excuses or tell him that he's too pushy.  Are you shitting me?  You came to him asking him for help/advice and he offered to work out with you and be helpful and motivate you (because that's what good gym buddies are) and you can't be honest with him?  If you don't want to work out anymore, then tell him.  If you don't like working out with him, just tell him.  Don't be fucking cryptic about it.  Derrick is so passionate about the gym and he knows how much it can change peoples minds and attitudes and how good it can be for your mental health and he ALWAYS wants to share that with others.  Especially people he cares about.  When did people stop being polite and become so entitled? Why does no one care about how their texts or blatant lack of communication makes someone else feel?  Is it so hard for us to communicate our feelings in a way that is respectful and empathetic to others?  
*End rant*

Day 5 : Saturday

Today's post isn't really an unfiltered one, just one where I wanted to share some of my beauty favorites this month. I am a beauty junkie. These aren't in any particular order, I love them all equally (mostly). Not sure why the images are so f-ing huge.  Still figuring out this blog ish.

Fav #1
This got really big on YouTube, I watched Kandee Johnson review it and since I love her and really value her opinion as a makeup artist I went out and bought it.  I really love the coverage and the finish.  It really does make your skin look flawless and it blends really easy.  I use this regularly.  Only thing negative I have to say about this is it's not great for super oily skin types.  You would have to really set it with powder or a setting spray to keep it from melting off your face. Other than that, this is gold.

Fav #2
I've NEVER worn Mac Foundations before.  I was always scared because I felt like it would really break me out.  A couple weeks ago I was really stressed and flo was in town and my face was a reck so I caved and went to Mac.  I have been using this almost every day.  The thing I love most about this foundation is that it doesn't look super heavy or look cakey like most medium/full coverage foundations.  I feel like I'm wearing very little foundation when I wear this.  It lasts throughout the day and has a pretty matte finish which I like.  This will probably remain in my collection long term because I love it that much.  

Fav #3

I have loved Nicole Guerriero for YEARS on YouTube.  When she came out with her own skincare line I was like YES PLEASE!  She always uses this in her videos and I was really intrigued so I bought it and the first time I used it I almost wiped it off because the rose fragrance was really strong.  I didn't wear it for a while and then found it in my bag and decided to give it another try and the rose fragrance didn't bother me at all! It's weird how one minute you hate something and then decide to give it another chance and find out you love it. This stuff is so good! + it's the perfect shade of pink.

Fav #4
Never used these until a few months ago, always grossed me out a bit. Not sure why.  These fragrance-free ones are magical.  I have one in my bathroom and one in my purse. They're kind of like mascara to me, never leave the house without it.

Fav #5
I've been using this for several months now and I've barely used 1/2 of the bottle.  This stuff is just the best.  I use it to set my under eye concealer.  It's just dope, if you haven't tried it just buy it and you'll thank me later.

Fav #6
I've used and abused this palette for over a year now.  I use it almost every day.  The colors are so wearable and neutral that they're really easy to use daily.  The shimmery colors are great for days where you don't want to apply a lot of shadow but you have to look somewhat presentable.

Fave #7
100% my holy grail eyeliner of all time.  It's SO easy to use and it never creases on me or flakes off.  I have pretty oily eyelids so I am always trying products and being disappointed in them.  I discovered this last year while we were on vacation in Florida and I totally forgot my gel liner at home.  I had never used this but decided to try it because I was desperate.  I was worried because of the humidity it would drip off my face but I kid you not while we were in Florida, my eyeliner was always on point (unlike the rest of my face).

Face #8

Last, but not least my beloved Dip Brow.  I can't say enough lovely things about this product. Anastasia Beverly Hills really is the Yoda of brows and she knew what she was doing when she developed this.  Best product EVER for filling in brows and keeping them in place.  Seriously it's just da bomb.

The end! 

Sorry, not much of a personal post today but I wanted to share these because a lot of my friends ask me to do a YouTube video and share them but I'm not sure yet how comfortable I am doing those.  One day I will!  ... hopefully.

Ta ta for now.










Unfiltered. Day 3

I went by our house today. It's hard to believe that our house has gone from this to check out the progress and it's crazy to think that a few months ago it was this:
and then to this:
and a few weeks ago it was this:

Today when I went to see it, they have nearly dry walled the entire house (from what I could tell from the street) and the outside is nearly all ready to be started on.  I will post a picture this weekend when we go by again and I can walk through it (our builder has asked that we don't walk through it during the week).  It has windows, doors and dry wall guys! I don't think you understand what this means for me.  I still can't believe that we decided to buy this house, even now it feels unreal.  But seriously, building a house (even a townhouse) is a huge pain in the ass.  The waiting game is literally the worst.  So far our neighbors seem normal, I don't know if they have kids but they seem around our age?  We were there a few Sundays back while LDS General Conference was going and they were blasting it loud enough for us to hear it outside so that got me a little ... creeped.

Things I am more excited for about this house:
a) I get a GARAGE. Like for real, anyone who has lived without a garage knows the struggle that is scraping your car off every morning. It blows big dick.
b) We will finally have room for visitors! I am hoping family/friends will come see us now and stay! ... but not permanently.
c) My dogs will have a little backyard with grass. Chanel is obsessed with eating and rubbing her face in the grass here at my in-laws.
d) This will be our families home.  This will hopefully be where we bring home our babies, where they take their first steps *eeek* (no this is not an announcement).

Mostly I am just looking forward to the next step in our lives.  Derrick and I are both really hard workers and are both really looking forward to it paying off and being able to get this house.  It's going to be f*&(ing scary.  Here's to the biggest adulting thing we've done yet! I will try not to pee myself in exciting/fear.

See you tomorrow! Night!

Unfiltered. Day 2 Happy Birthday Sarah!


Today is my little sisters birthday! Yipee! Today she is 22 years old (dear lord am I seriously 27?). I don't really remember much about the day she was born, except that my Dad was bald and we weren't home for a while that day since she was born at home. I do vaguely remember seeing her for the first time, but mostly I was just so stoked for a little sister.  Little did I know the terror should would reign down on me for years to come.

Things I remember from when she was a baby: I remember how she used to SCREAM at bath time. I'm talking glass-shattering, cut-to-the-core-of-your-soul kind of scream and she would turn bright red.  Or when she would cry so hard no sound would come out, that was a fun one. So basically I just remember you crying ... a lot.

When we were little:  We shared a bedroom for nearly 8 years.  We slept on bunk beds for a long time and I remember always trying to freak her out at night (secretly I was just as scared). Once I had glow-in-the-dark braces and would lean over the edge of the bed and say her name till she'd look up and BAM I'd be there with mouth wide open, teeth glowing and she would literally jump out of her skin.  Come to think of it, I am likely 99% of the reason she used to wet the bed. I seriously traumatized her. 

We haven't always been close, or seen eye to eye. She's made choices in her life that I haven't agreed with just like I've made choices in my life that I am sure she doesn't agree with.  We are very different people. But on the inside, we are still sisters.  I've always tried to love her unconditionally even when I've wanted to strangle her or control her life.  

She's 9 months pregnant now and is due on June 5th with her first baby girl and today while we were drinking slurpee's together on the deck (classy right?), I looked at her and saw my little sister but also a soon-to-be mom. And for a moment I felt very maternal and protective towards her and scared/excited/terrified/happy for her.  My red headed, screaming, stubborn baby is going to have her own baby soon and that is so surreal. It's hard to explain relationships you have with your sister to someone who doesn't have a sister.  It's a very love/hate/you suck/but let's still be friends kind of relationship that you just don't get unless you have a sister.  Let's continue to become closer mmmk?  

P.S. I can't wait to hold that tiny babe of yours in my arms and welcome her to our straight up cooky & disfunctional family. 

Unfiltered. Day 1


Hey.

The last few weeks/months have been really... I mean... really hard for me. In a serious "soul-searching" "mid-life crisis" "I am going to give myself a stroke" kind of way.  Yes, that is 100% overdramatic. But it's how I feel and this is my safe space so I can cry if I want to.

         We sold our house last month in 24 hours and literally had to move in 2 weeks.  We got a cash offer for our asking price from a lady who was moving to Provo from Puerto Rico (ahem probably drug money, just saying'). I never realized just what all has to be done in order to move when you've been living in the same place for 6+ years. Beyond what you've done the previous 3 weeks in preparation to just list your house.  I was already burnt out but then to move in 2 weeks was like "holy fuh". 

Then on top of the physical things you are ALWAYS doing, the emotions.  I am a pretty emotional person.  And unfortunately I don't think I gave myself time to really process emotionally what was happening in our lives. I didn't really take a moment to allow myself to feel grateful or sad or thankful for all the precious memories I would have from that house.  I just shoved my feelings down and packed us up and moved out. We moved in to my in-laws (who have been nothing but amazing and welcoming and just the absolute best) and I've just felt off ever since.  It does a real number on your sense of self moving out of your own space into unfamiliar territory with two dogs who are ALWAYS in other peoples business. I ask myself all the time now, who am I?  I feel like the root of who I am is missing all of a sudden. It's crazy how we define ourselves and what things in our life really play a part in that. As a society we are always looking to social media, work, home, relationships, status, God to help define who we are.  You are not going to find myself on Instagram (well technically you could, but that's not what I mean). Do you know what I mean? 

Unfiltered thoughts going through my head:

When did I stop being me?  Did I ever stop or is this really who I am? What has got me in this funk? Is it because of the house? My job? Is this a funk or is this called being an adult? Why is it so hard for me to be grateful for what I have?  Selling our house as quickly as we did was the BEST possible scenario for us so why am I so frustrated?  Have I made exceptions, excuses and have compromised who I am for the gain of others?  Why is my dog constantly whining? Do I not give her enough attention and love? Do I show my husband enough love and appreciation? What the f&*% am I doing with my life? Am I trying to achieve too much too young? Can't I just run away to Disneyland?

The long and short of it is, I am in this really difficult space and I need an outlet.  Not sure how the internet seems like a logical place...but we all go through tough shit. No ones life is peachy perfect no matter how pretty their feed looks.  I want to be raw, realistic and unfiltered here. So yeah.

-Yours truly.

Because of the Brave

Happiest 4th of July!  This morning I woke up and jumped on Facebook (like everyones morning ritual) and read through all the patriotic posts of friends and family and I got to thinking how grateful I am for those that give their lives, or have given their lives to protect this country but I chose to title this blog "Because of the brave" because getting to where we are at has required a lot of bravery and still does.

So today I am thankful for the brave men and women who on a daily basis fight for their beliefs.  I am thankful for the people who are brave enough to break the mold and reach for the sky.  I am thankful for those who are brave enough to fight for their right to love and marry who they choose.  I am thankful for those who are brave enough to express who they are regardless of the discriminations they receive from the world.  Because while we live in the land of the free, it definitely isn't free from the judgmental.

On a personal note, I have been struggling this weekend. I have felt very judged by someone close to me and while I am sure this person is hurting on the inside from past heartache and life experiences the cycle of pain continues.  At what point in our lives do we say enough is enough?  When do we stop judging the paths that others have chosen to take and accept the decisions they've made?  Doesn't life have so much more to offer us when we accept who we are and who others are as well? We do the best we can, we make mistakes and continue on the path we've chosen.  This is what it's all about. I will be brave and live my life with no regrets.

#murica



Nothing Fancy, Just Real

Ok. Seriously. I can't believe I'm actually sitting here pretending to write a blog. Like I ACTUALLY know what's up. HAH. Let me make this crystal clear for you, dear reader.  I am not a blogger. I don't have a college degree in writing. I am not the smartest person on the planet. I am not going to act like I know it all (ok well maybe a little). I am not trying to offend or push my feelings or experiences onto anyone. I am not writing this to point fingers or pass judgement & I can promise that things may come off like that but I don't intend it to so I hope you read this with an open mind and a forgiving heart and participate! If you have suggestions or life experiences that you want to share with me or others on this blog, DO IT!

The biggest reason I am writing right now is because I think this will be good for me, particularly because I am an introverted, anxious personality. Talking out loud to someone about my issues/fears/insecurities even things that make me happy or excited makes my anxiety worse in a way but I try to because I appreciate and value what other people think or feel themselves.  It brings a lot of things to the surface and I start to get overly emotional and I almost always cry which then brings on more anxiety because I overthink everything.  So here, as I am writing I am hoping that my thoughts and feelings, highs and lows can be translated into text that I can make sense of and process with more clarity.  Does that even make sense?  I just want whoever reads this to know that I am not writing this blog looking for pity, or attention.  I am doing it because I can. Because why the hell not?

Even as I am writing this, I'm thinking "Ok seriously, don't you think you're being a little over dramatic, do you really have to put it out there on the internet?" No, I don't have to put it out there. And this may seriously back fire on me. But I am not a person to take risks or get out of their comfort zone so that is exactly what we are going to do. Right here, right now. Heads up : This blog won't JUST be about the bad things, but about the good things that I feel and the people in my life that make it just that much sweeter.  It won't be anything fancy, just real.

To end my 'blog', today is my baby brothers birthday.  Growing up, he was always kind of a tough kid. He had that big ginger personality that make him a bit of a wild card child. I could look at him wrong and he would just come apart in a full fledge melt down that usually ended with one of us choking or holding the other down till we cried or my mom interviened. Because we are only 16 months apart, we fought like crazy and I'm sure for many years my mom was tempted to drop us off in the desert. But amidst all the craze, my brother was my closest friend. Happy Birthday! We are getting old!