Little palettes of heaven...

I am obsessed with these little palettes! I have these three right now... Saw the Fiji one in person but was not feeling that one. Obsession causes me to still want to buy it though! And I can't find the Moscow one in stock. These palettes are so great and are the perfect size for me. They are small and compact, which is good because they're cheap and since I would get sick of it before it's gone anyhow!

V-A-C-A me A-S-A-P!!!

We were not planning to go on vacation this coming spring for a variety of reasons, most of them financially-related. Damn this big ole' new house. Anyhow, my IL's are going to Puerto Vallarta and Nuevo Vallarta for two weeks in April. The non-stop airfare hit a low on Friday and my husband went ahead and booked us in for 10 days! (He said we "deserved it.") Which we DO, for reasons I won't get into.

SOOOOOOOO CUE the bikini panic! Every.single.year I do the same thing and tell myself that I am going to get VS-caliber hot and then it never works. I just need some extra motivation. I know, cry me a river, right, but sometimes I think it's harder for me because I am considered "skinny" so people just laugh at me if I try to diet, tone up, etc. Every year I come home from vacation and look at pictures and feel embarrassed. Well, I don't want to do it anymore! I am coming up with a plan that holds me accountable and I can only hope that come April, I will be knockin' 'em dead on the beaches of Mexico!

Straight cash homey

I'm the idiot that loved this guy for YEARS and thought I'd never see the day that he'd come back to Minnesota. I got word while suffering through Shutter Island per my husband's request. My phone started blowing up and that was the end of me. I screamed and threw my body around my house in hysterics for two days! Brad got SO incredibly sick of me saying "can you even believe it? do you even believe he is going to be in purple again?!" I probably said it 1,000 times and 1,000 more times in my head. I cried tears of joy for the next week.

And he's an a-hole. So, now he is gone. I am actually glad because he truly did NOT care about helping the team win. But I still cried myself to sleep last night over it. (Yes, Brad must think I am truly clinically insane. Maybe he is right.) Now, I'm left with a team in shambles run by a complete and utter idiot. Oh well. Another day, another dollar. I guess it's back to writing checks and hoping the money is in the bank before they clear. And to think we welcomed him back with open arms after all he put us through. Don't let the door hit you!