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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Mary Kay Review and Giveaway

I am super excited!  I was given the chance to work with an Independent Mary Kay Consultant.  Her name is Kristina Reed.  She is one of my fabulous blog sponsors and she was kind enough to send me the oh so popular Satin Hands Set. The set includes a hand softener, a hand scrub, and the satin hands lotion. I was sent the set that was scented with a wonderful peach aroma.  It even came in a super cute Mary Kay travel bad.  The whole set (pictured below) retails at $34.  In my honest opinion, $34 is a STEAL!!!  This stuff has been my bff during my travels this summer!




Kristina is so kind and friendly.  She has been super easy to work with and she is very knowledgeable about the products she sells.  I didn't have to ask her any questions about this product because, along with sending me the product, she also sent me a detailed description of how to use it in a way to get the maximum benefits out of this amazing set.  So I got down to business and followed the instructions.

Here is my Before Hand

You can see the dried skin, and the icky lines.  



First, I put a little hand softener on my hands.





Then, after it was rubbed in really well I moved on to Step 2.  I used the hand scrub.  This helped to massage in the hand softener and remove the greasy film it leaves on the surface. 


                                   
                                              














I dried my hands off, but not TOO much because the next step is to apply the Satin Hands Lotion. Having a little moisture on your hands will help the lotion absorb better, leaving your hands more hydrated and soft.



And when all was said and done, my hands felt like someone had poured a bucket of youth over them!!  

TADAAAAA!!!


I also have one last awesome thing to share with you!  When I went to color my hair there were no gloves in the box.  So, I just used my hands with a small sandwich baggy on each hand to kind of keep them clean, because, well, because I NEEDED THE GRAY GONE ASAP!!  There was no time to spare.  I was sending out bat signals with the gray lights glistening from my head.  Oh and when I say bat signals, I actually mean OLD bat signals.  teehee  Has anyone ever used their bare hands to put red in their hair??  Stupid, stupid plan!  My hands came out like this:::







I started to FREAK!  Red stained hands are NOT the look I was going for!  So I pondered what to do and I remembered I had received the hand scrub.  I tried a little bit on my very red hands.  OH EM GEEEEEE!!
It made my hands almost like knew in just a couple of minutes scrubbing!!

You can only see a tiny bit of the red.  It was hardly noticeable.


I can't rave enough about this product!  Kristina and I know you will love it too!  SOOOOO, let's do a giveaway!!  This is your chance to win the same set I did the review on.  How?  Just enter in the rafflecopter below!  

Oh, and because I am feeling extra generous with entries I am going to offer an extra TEN entries to those who make a purchase from Kristina.  This is in addition to the entries you make completing the rafflecopter tasks.  It MUST be made through Kristina though.  You can message her on her Mary Kay Fan page to place the order and she will email me to let me know that you did.  Then I will add the extra entries in there. 

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Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Step2 Arctic Splash Water Table Giveaway


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Arctic Splash Water Table


Multi-level water wells
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Includes polar bear, walrus, and penguin squirt toys
Minimal adult assembly required

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Sunday, July 7, 2013

Self Worth...It seems I have misplaced mine.

but I am finding bits and pieces scattered all over.  I plan on collecting them all though and putting it back together!

How is self worth defined?  As I sit here in bed typing this I have a huge build up of anxiety.  My hands are shaking and my heart is racing.  Why?  Because I have no clue how people will react to this blog.  This is my feeling every time I write a blog.  I wonder if people really care what I have to say.  I wonder if people are reading this and laughing at my ridiculously bad grammar and spelling.  When I post a picture of myself I wonder if people laugh at the way I look in that picture or judge my fashion choices.  

Like everyone, I have flaws. However, I feel like I have more flaws than most. I'm not sure how to make myself feel better about them.  Everyday is a challenge for me.  My self esteem is lacking.  Why is it lacking though?  What happened?  What made me feel like less of a human being?  What makes any of us feel this way?  

The simple answer is that we do this to ourselves.  We conjure up this horrible stuff in our minds about ourselves.  We pick out every single flaw we can find, and we focus all of our self worth on that flaw.  As time goes by we find more flaws to add to the list.  

When the Abercrombie guy said those nasty things a few months ago, I took a lot of flack because I proclaimed that I wasn't offended by his words and didn't care what he said.  That caused an outrage on my Facebook fan page.  I never said I supported the words or that he was right.  I just decided that I wasn't going to be angry over those words.  

Getting angry over Jeffries quotes is a waste of time.  Why do we care  so much about what one company says?  Why do we care how they want to market their line of clothing?  One answer I got was "It makes young people feel bad about themselves."  This is the problem.  We LET people make us feel bad.  Less worthy.  Less attractive.  Less interesting.  LESS, LESS, LESS!!!  We need to stop letting them do that to us.  

Yes, I know that the words said by people who run a major corporation targeting young people can be burned into a child's brain making them feel bad.  I think it's sick.  I also think the media fans the fire.  Most people in America would have no clue what he said had a reporter not published it.  Kids would not feel bad about themselves had someone just ignored his ignorance.  Everyone had to make a huge deal about it though, leaving impressionable children to see these nasty words.  However, instead of parents explaining to their children to ignore this kind of crap, and telling them that they are better than the Abercrombie dude, we spread the hate via every social networking site.  This keeps the situation FRONT and CENTER.  It guarantees that our young impressionable kids have to read those words over, and over, and over again.  It reminds bullies that they have something to bully the person not wearing A&F about.  

We do this to ourselves.  We make someone's words so important in our mind that we blame them for giving us low self esteem when they state an opinion.  The don't give us low self esteem.  We do it to ourselves and use people like Mike Jeffries to put the blame on.  

Why do we try and blame someone else?  So that HOPEFULLY they will feel just as bad about themselves as they made us feel about ourselves.  It's a vicious cycle.  We are spreading the hate.  We are effectively helping our children and ourselves head down a path of worthlessness.  Is it on purpose?  Not usually.  Will if be easy to retrain our brain and teach ourselves how to be happy with who we are REGARDLESS of what people say?  Not at all.  We should try though.  We are giving people so much power over our feelings these days.  We need to quit caring about what these so called "influential" people think and say about us.  We need to take our power back.  We need to find something, even if it's one thing, that we can be proud of about ourselves and focus on that.  Then we need to pick one thing about another person and remind them that are worth something to the world.  

We have got to STOP bringing people down to make ourselves feel better!  We need to TAKE control of our self worth.  We need to own it!  We need to embrace it!  We need to stop caring if someone else thinks we weigh too much, have a giant nose, have lopsided boobies, or chunky legs.  We are who we are and the only way to be happy is to accept the good with the bad.  

I have this icky bump on my nose.  Every kid in town points at it and asks what it is.  For a long time I wanted to curl up and die.  Now I laugh and tell kids that the bump appeared from telling my mommy and daddy fibs when I was a little girl.  I warn them to be good and truthful all the time!

I have naturally curly hair.  I refuse to wear it curly in public.  I think it looks horrid.   HOWEVER, I have learned to be grateful for those curls because those curls mean that when I style it straight I have a little extra oomph in my hair.  

I have a stupid flat butt.  FLAT!!!!  I hate it!!!  There are no perfectly fitting jeans for me!  If they fit my butt, they are too tight in the waste.  If the fit my waste, the are too big in the butt and they are so saggy that it looks like I crapped in my pants.  On a bright note, I have super skinny chicken legs to go with my flat but so I have learned to embrace "Skinny Jeans".  Now my fear is that they will go out of style.  

I hate my hands.  My fingers are short and fat and my skin is always dry.  It's miserable.  It's embarrassing.  It's my body though.  There is nothing I can do except, accept the flaws of my hands and try to enhance them in a way that makes me happy.  Whether it's cute rings, or getting my nails done.  

I could seriously dog myself for hours.  I have back fat, facial hair, pimples, fat knees, my feet are ugly, I have a mom pouch in my belly, my boobs are saggy and small, I have bat wings that could fly me to Europe and back, I'm finding more and more gray hair, oh and I also have wrinkles.  I'm 31 for crying out loud!!!!! 

I found all of these flaws because I focused on them.  I hate them because I told myself too.  I told myself to because I thought that other people would think badly of me.  I think that way because I let other people get in my head.  

I DID THIS.  I HURT MYSELF.  I LOWERED MY SELF WORTH.  

No one else did it too me.  I LET them.  I LET them inside my head, my mind, my heart, and my soul.  I let them get in there and terrorize me.  I handed the power over.  I have done it for so long that I am now trying to actively teach my children to avoid doing it.  

The irony in this post?  I am currently terrified to hit the "Publish" button at the top in fear that someone will judge me and make me feel bad about myself for having these views.  I am going to hit publish anyway because I refuse to let any attacks on me, my thoughts, and my feelings be ridiculed!  I'm working on being proud of myself and hitting publish on this post is my first step.  There is going to be no shame in my game, yo!
First I am going to pass the giant bowl of self worth on to you!  
SO....
Write something about yourself that you have been terrified to post because you were scared you would be judged and then take the bowl and pass it on to another worthy person!



PEACE OUT!



30 day blogger challenge, day 12: Complete!!!!!

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Bowling for Cake

I'm usually in town for my dad's birthday.  Except last year because this time last year I was giant, miserable, pregnant, and not allowed to drive.  I'm here this year and I asked him what kind of cake he wanted for his birthday.  He told me he wanted and Old Fart cake.

Ummmm....I thought maybe I should hit Pinterest for that!  LOL  So, I did and I found this cake


I showed it to my dad and he decided he no longer wanted and Old Fart cake.  He said it would look to gross to eat.  So I asked him what else he would like.  See the year before I made him a John Deer Cake

This is my own creation.  

So since we did the above cake a couple of years ago we couldn't do that theme again.  So he thought about it and came up with his next favorite thing.  Bowling.  He is a great bowler and loves doing it.  So I told him "Okay, a bowling cake it is!!"

I thought to myself  "A bowling cake????  This is going to be easy peasy!"  A word of warning....Don't ever think that to yourself.  You are setting yourself up for failure by thinking it will be easy!!  The part I thought would be the easiest was the bowling call I was going to put on top. I originally thought that I would simply make the ball on the top out of Rice Krispie treats and cover it in fondant for a completely edible cake.  Then I thought "Why waste the money and time?  No one will eat the Rice Krispie ball anywa.  I'm sure I can find a round piece of styrofoam for cheap at the craft store!"   Let me tell ya, the damn round styrofoam at the craft store was $5!!!  Yes, FIVE.FREAKIN.DOLLARS.  What the hell?!  So then I thought "Oh, you big dummy, you can find a cheap little black bouncy ball!!  You are a genius!!"  Ummmm.....Wrong again!!  It was impossible to find a black bouncy ball around here.  So then I thought that I would go to to the party store here in town and just see how much their styrofoam balls were.  They didn't have any....

So I ran back to the dollar store and got a green bouncy ball and a thin black cloth book cover to stretch around it.  I was certain the bouncy was the PERFECT size!!!  

Nope.

Too big.

Finally I found one of the kids plastic soft balls and my mom got the black cloth around it and I used a coffee travel mug lid to hold it in place on top of the cake.  Ghetto Fab is how I roll!  I made all of the little bowling pins out of fondant and did the score card the same.  Wet the fondant a tiny bit and sprinkles some sugar crystals on for a little excitement.  The I piped on some other decor and TADA!!!!!!!!!

After my frantic morning of hitting up every single freakin' store in this town and a few others, I finally found the right ball to top off the cake and it was in the garage the WHOLE.EFFING.TIME. 

Did it turn out great???  No.  I was rushed.  It turned out a lot better than I thought it would though.  So, I have to show it off a little.  hehe


I think I rolled a "strike" on this one!  Woohooooo  If you hate it please "spare" my feelings.




Oh how I love puns.  haha


Day 11 of the 30 day blogging challenge::COMPLETE!

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

For the Love of Fireworks

As you probably already know, I am back in my hometown for a visit for the entire month of July.  In this town they hold their annual fireworks on the 3rd of July so that families can enjoy the day together on the 4th without having to rush and deal with the chaos that comes with the fireworks.

My mom, my sister, and I took all of my little people to the fireworks tonight.  It was the first time in a really long time that my mom actually didn't have to work and she got to come with us.  We watch them at the same place every year when I came to visit.  My Dad is a member of the Eagles Club, and they have a restaurant and rooftop parking.  Perfect for watching the show.

The show was supposed to start at 9:15.  We knew parking would be atrocious so we decided to go down there at 7, grab a fab parking spot, and have some dinner before the show.  We just knew it was going to be the perfect night.

Why do parents *think* they know that the night is going to go great?  Why?  Why do we do this to ourselves?  It is dumb, and it backfires EVERY.DANG.TIME.  Why don't we learn from our mistakes and just realize that no matter how perfect it sounds, and how well we plan, IT.WILL.ALWAYS.BE.A.DISASTER.??

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!

I have been in this parenting gig for 8 years now.  Not one of the past 8 years worth of events have went smoothly, or perfectly.  What made me think this would be any different???  Sometimes I just want to peek around every corner to check and see if Ashton is there with his camera crew to jump out and yell

"YOU GOT PUNK'D!"

Of course that happening would actually make me feel better.  I would love to hear that I've been getting unknowingly "punk'd" for the last 8 years.  I would feel much better about myself, and my parenting skills.  Who are we kidding though?  Every outing I make should be on video.  It's like a giant never ending joke.

Tonight we managed to get all of this kids in the door.  Thing 1 was starving but was scared to eat because he thought he'd get sick.  Thing 2 only wanted a "hangburger" with ketchup and he wanted it NOW, Thing 3 wanted to eat a napkin, a piece of plastic, the string from her dress, Oh and a finger.  Both Thing 1 & 2 wanted 7 up.  One wanted it with cherries and the other wanted it with just ice.  They both came with cherries.  The world as we knew it was about to come to an end.  I traded classes of ice with him and that seemed to please him.  THANK YOU JESUS!

Then it was time to go to the rooftop.  Once we got up there Thing 1 informed us that "I am NOT sitting on the ground.  Bugs will crawl on me!"

TOO BAD!

Thing 3 wanted to crawl all over the roof and scrape her knees, and Thing 2, he was break dancing all over the place.  Finally the fireworks started.  The boys finally shut up for a few seconds.  The Princess really enjoyed the show.  Then, Thing 2 had to pee.  SERIOUSLY???  He's the one potty training so I couldn't make him hold it.  I ran him inside and let him pee.  He was in such a hurry that most of the pee ended up in his shirt.  *SIGH*  I helped him wash his hands though and we ran back out.

As soon as I got out there, Thing 1 informed us that he wanted to be dropped of at home because he was tired.  Ummmmmmm....not really how it works WHEN YOU'RE 8!!  Suck it up kid!  It's only a half hour show.  This is also the kid who has been counting down the days until it was fireworks time for the last month!!  After finishing that arguement, Thing 2 looked up at me and informed me he didn't get all the pee out the first time and needed to go again.  So we ran back in, went through the whole bathroom process AGAIN, and ran back out.

Once I was back out Thing 1 had talked his Grandma into walking him down to the car and letting him sit in there.  This confused Thing 2 and when they left he got upset and wanted to leave too.  So my sister, the princess and I went down there to just pack up and go.  This was a bust!  Once we got down there the kids heard the finally going off and then wanted to get out of the car and watch it.  Ummmmmm...HELLOOO??  You both wanted to leave....Now the fireworks are blocked by buildings and you want to get out and try and watch it?  Freakin' kids!  I swear they have more mood swings than a pregnant woman!  I'm glad to be home and in bed now.  I'll show off a few of the good moments though :)















Tuesday, July 2, 2013

I Have an Announcement

EVERYBODY, GET READY TO CHEER!!!! (or be grossed out....depending on what excites you)

At the ripe old age of 4 years 1 month and 28 days my middle child has finally taken the initiative to quit making me wipe his ass!!!!!  I also didn't have to wipe up one puddle of pee OR wash any urine drenched clothing.

There is a light at the end of our potty training tunnel!!  I truly thought it was a burned out old bulb but now my faith is renewed and I think it may actually be one of those energy savers that start out dim but brighten and last for years!

I have to confess, I was starting to worry.  I actually started googling "home school" and not as a "Just in case." scenario.  I really thought I would never be able to send this child to school.  I had retired the idea of one day having the house to myself and actually getting cleaning accomplished and a show watched without having to pause it 30 times.  I had just made plans to start putting money in an "adult diaper fund" for this child.   Today changed that feeling of doom and turned it into a feeling of hope and faith.

I no longer feel like a complete failure.  Turns out all I needed was a little help.  So I just want to take a minute to say thank you to my Mom, who has made a big effort to help me through this struggle and support me.  Oh and a double thanks for her bribing methods which REALLY helped make this possible!

We set out 2 jars.  "Hunter went potty" and "Hunter wet his pants"  if he went on the potty, he got a quarter but, if he wet his pants he had to give a quarter back.  It worked like a charm!!!  Now, this Mommy is going to "Do the, potty dance!" hehe

Barf!!! 


Truth!


Day 9 of the 30 Day Blogger Challenge:::COMPLETE!!!!

Monday, July 1, 2013

Walk This Way

Well, it's official.  I have myself a toddler.  Adeline took a few steps yesterday and quite a few more today.  Life as I know it is officially over.  Her life, on the other hand, is just getting started.  Before long she will take off running.  If only her sweet little mind could comprehend how far her little legs will actually take her.

The joys of accomplishment are so amazing at this age.  They are truly remarkable.  They are appreciated by children so young.  They are rewarded, and welcomed, and recognized as a huge spectacular event.  They are joyous and full of claps, cheers, hugs, and kisses.  These accomplishments are sweet...well...bittersweet.

I love how babies are focused on the here and now.  I love that they don't have a care in the world.  Their little faces full of innocence.  The way they light up with every revelation they make.  I wish that innocence and excitement could be captured and bottled.  I wish we could hold on to it forever.  The hardest part of watching your children grow...the part that is more bitter than sweet...that's the part where you have to see your child's pain during this amazing growing and learning process.  When they start realizing that they aren't as fast as the little boy next door, or they can't roller skate as good as the little girl across the street.  That is what makes watching your babies grow up so painful.

I know that those moments are a long way off for my little princess but, they will be here before I know it.  Until then I guess I will just enjoy this stage of innocence and joy in her eyes and try not to stress over the idea of her growing up.  She's my last baby though.  I guess it's tough knowing these are going to be the last of firsts for us.








30 Day Blogger Challenge, Day 8::::COMPLETE!!!

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