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Review: CURAD SoothePlus Products

This post was sponsored by CURAD as part of a sampling activation for Crowdtap. I received complimentary products to facilitate my review.

When I was told that they would be sending me some things to sample, I thought I’d be getting a few bandages…I got so much more!

1 box of FIVE medium rolled gauze
1 box of TEN medium non stick pads
1 box of TWENTY FIVE large gauze pads
1 roll of sensitive skin paper tape

WOW!

I liked almost all of the items.
I found the large gauze pads to be very soft and absorbent.  Very good for any size wound (you can cut or fold them down if needed).
The medium rolled gauze was a win as well, very soft and stretchy enough so you could probably use it like an Ace bandage to stabilize a sprain.
The paper tape is a godsend for anyone (like me) with sensitive skin.  I’ve gotten angry red rashes just from plain bandages before, so it’s nice to have something that won’t upset my skin and won’t hurt to remove!
I didn’t care for the medium non stick pads.  They had a weird, plasticky feel.  I know that is how it is non stick,  but it seems like it hampers the absorbency.

However, I have used these items to restock our emergency first aid kit, and feel better knowing it’s there!20106337_1780096455340757_7651623697407092790_n

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Because Death Is a Comedy In My Family

It’s true.  I mean when someone dies, we get sad and cry.  But it’s not long before we start laughing.  Often right through the funeral.
Example: when my Great Aunt Angie died, there was a viewing as she was going to be cremated.  We all went and sat there, just…looking at her.  They had her on a gurney and it was at a 45 degree angle.  Now I noticed something was…off about Ang right away, but kept my mouth shut.  My cousin Michelle (Angie’s daughter) was sitting if front of my mother and myself.  Suddenly she turned around and said, “I’m sorry, but did they stuff my mom’s bra?  She wasn’t that busty!”
Example: one of the most told stories about my Uncle John involves me.  My aunt had just gone through breast cancer and had a mastectomy.  It was around the Christmas holiday, and I was in the kitchen talking about her prosthetic breast (we seriously discuss this shit in my family).  My uncle went into the garage to bring in a case of soda.  I told my aunt, that the prosthetic was really good, because I honestly couldn’t tell which was which.  She told me, “This is the fake one.  Feel it, it’s really soft.”  So there I am, squeezing her fake boob when the garage door swings open and there’s my uncle.  He said, “I know what you’re doing and I know why, but really…”

Well, my dad passed away in April.  My brother and I went to Texas where he lived to clean out his apartment, and I got sick while I was there, because of course I did.  Anyhow, we had him cremated and the remains sent here.  He wanted his ashes sprinkled up in the mountains in Mendocino where he used to go hunting long ago.  So my brother rented a minivan, since there were six of us: myself, my mother (they remained friends and would talk on the phone now and then after the divorce – before he moved to Texas, they even went out to breakfast a few times), my brother (who did all the driving, and there was a lot of it), and my three nephews (the youngest was almost 18, so they aren’t little kids or anything).

So we drove for five hours and put his ashes in two different spots.  But dad had the last laugh.
At the first place we all got out, and my brother got the box that the ashes were in.  Now I came prepared, I had brought those little paper masks like what doctors use (like in the third picture, below).  I was the only one who put one on.  I had enough for everybody, but nobody else wanted  one.  I was the only smart one.
My brother started to pour out the ashes (picture 1), and the wind picked up.  Me and one of my nephews ran around to the other side of the car.  My brother got a face full of…well…dad.  We heard him kind of holler, “AAHHHH!”  When we got back in the car he asked my mom for some water, and rinsed out his mouth.  And since I am a younger sister, I helped out by saying, “I told you so.”
The other spot was fine (picture 2), no dad blow-back (although I still wore my face mask).  I also managed to avoid getting carsick on the winding, bumpy roads (thank you, chewable Dramamine).  And we stopped at Fenton’s on the way home, so that was pretty nice.
And I will have you know that when dad’s ashes were delivered, I put them directly in out apartment storage unit.  It creeped me out.  We had to carry them on the train to get to my brother’s house (we had them in a tote bag), and when the boys picked us up, I said loudly, “Open the trunk for grandpa!”

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Product Review! JAFRA Royal Jelly

This post was sponsored by JAFRA Royal Jelly as part of a sampling activation for Crowdtap. I received complimentary products to facilitate my review.

I was excited to try these products because being in my 40’s my skin has changed.  It needs different care than what I did even 5 years ago, but I wasn’t sure what to use or how to use it.  Enter JAFRA Royal Jelly!
I received five full size products from them: Gentle Cleansing Milk, Vitamin Infused Spot Serum (dark spot cream), Global Longevity Cream (moisturizer), Global Longevity Eye Cream, and Solar Protection Fluid Broad Spectrum SPF 50 (sunscreen).   The order I have listed them in is the order you use them, twice a day (except the sunscreen – that’s only in the morning, of course).
The Cleansing Milk took a little getting used to.  It didn’t foam up quite as much as most face washes I’ve used, but it worked well, and my face felt fresh and clean.
The Spot Serum was a bit of a disappointment.  I have slight dark spots on my cheeks, and though I used this diligently twice a day, they haven’t seen any improvement.  I guess you can’t hope for a miracle!
Third was the Global Longevity Cream.  I really liked this.  Ultra moisturizing and absorbs well.  My only complaint is that it is in a jar as opposed to a bottle…you have to dip your fingers into it, which isn’t very good.  I think a squeeze or pump bottle might be better.  I moisturize all the way down my neck, and this has noticeably reduced the lines I have on it.
After that is the Global Longevity Eye Cream.  This stuff is excellent!  It noticeably reduced the puffiness and dark circles I get, almost immediately!  That alone makes it worth it’s weight in gold!  I have NEVER used anything that does that.
Last but not least is the Solar Protection Fluid.  I’m not a huge fan of it.  Although the consistency is not thick, it feels like it sits on my face instead of absorbing in.  I do like that it’s SPF 50, and it never made me break out, but it felt somewhat heavy and greasy, no matter how much or little I used.

The JAFRA items I received stated on the packaging that they are “For all skin types” and “Clinically, Allergy, Irritancy, and Dermatologist Tested”.  I was surprised and happy that it did not upset my sensitive skin.  Most things promise not to irritate, but this one truly delivered.

All in all, I was really happy with these items.  Especially the eye cream and moisturizer.  If you are looking for a new product to try, these are a bit pricey and you won’t find them in a department store, but they are worth a shot (https://www.jafra.com/skincare/brands/royal-jelly/).  My skin is noticeably brighter and my naso-labial folds (aka “marionette lines”) have diminished.

Give it a try!

 

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Donald Trump Is a Puerto Rican boy band?

Not exactly.  Stick with me on this one.

If you are my age or older, you may or may not remember the Puerto Rican boy band, Menudo.  Their most famous former member is Ricky Martin (if you don’t know who he is, I can’t help you).  Menudo showed up in the 70’s and lasted I believe into the 90’s, changing their image and name to M.D.O. (they may still be around, I have no idea).  They way they kept their staying power was that once they turned 16, they had to leave.  It was in their contract.  They were replaced by some 12 or 13-year-old.  Out with the old, in with the new.

Now…onto Trump.
He married Ivana when she was 28.  They were together for 15 years, from 1977 – 1991.  They divorced when she was 42.  She is 68 now.
He then moved on to Marla Maples.  That was a hot mess from the beginning.  He married her when she was 30, and they were married for only 6 years, from 1993 – 1999.  She is 53 now.
And finally, Melania.  He married her when she was 35.  They’ve been married for 12 years (so far), they got married in 2005.  She is 47 now.  Anyone else wondering when he’s going to trade her in for a younger model?  He seems to prefer late 20’s to early 30’s, and tossing them in their 40’s (except for hot mess Marla).  Out with the old in with the new.

There are also whispers that Melania married Trump to get her citizenship.  I DO NOT know if this is true, I know very little about her.  She had permanent U.S. residency in 2001, and became a citizen in 2005.  I don’t know if it was before, after, or because of her marriage to Trump.
But if it was…I wonder if she ever looks at the mess her husband has made and thinks, “I should have gone back to Slovenia and worked at Dairy Queen.  It would be better than this clusterfuck.”
I’ve also heard that she is living in their New York penthouse while the Cheeto lives in the White House.  I wonder what she does there, all by herself.  When I was in school, when the rich kids parents went out of town for a weekend, they would throw a party.  Maybe Melania is in the penthouse throwing keggers.  Picture her in that weird blue outfit she wore at the swearing in ceremony doing keg stands.  You’re welcome.

So I’m sure Trump would love to know that I equate him with a Hispanic boy band, since he loves Hispanics so much.

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Product Review! International Delight One Touch Latte (Caramel)

This post was sponsored by International Delight® as part of a sampling activation for Crowdtap. I received complimentary products to facilitate my review.
I’d heard about this stuff and seen commercials for it.  From regular coffee to latte in 5 seconds?  I didn’t believe it.  But I got a coupon for a free bottle of ot from Crowdtap, so I had nothing to lose.  It came in Vanilla, Mocha, or Caramel.  Well I love getting blended iced coffee drinks at the coffeehouse in caramel, so I bought that one.  Again, I didn’t have high hopes.
The next morning I got up and made my coffee.  The instructions on the One Touch Latte tell you to fill your cup 2/3 full, shake the bottle, turn it upside down, and press the button firmly for  seconds.  So I followed the instructions.

It worked!  It had the lovely frothy cream on top, and tasted wonderfully decadent, no additonal sugar needed!  The mom unit tryied it this morning with her coffee.  The only problem she had was she didn’t push the button down FIRMLY (they aren’t kidding when they say that) and it kind of oozed out and looked yucky.  She just poured another cup and tried again, and she loved it too!
So you get a coffeehouse quality drink in just a few seconds, for just a fraction of the cost, no waiting in line.  It’s a win!SANYO DIGITAL CAMERA

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Things Have Been Busy….

I had promised myself I’d do better on updating, and then life punched me in the face.  A few years back, Sean Patrick Flanery (shineuntiltomorrow.com) wrote a blog post titled “Sometimes you just need a minute”.  It was about the death of his beloved dog, Donut.  Anyone who has ever lost a pet knows that pain.  But I didn’t lose a pet.

I lost my dad.

Before you send your condolences, I need to come clean.  I had no relationship with my father.  At all.  I hadn’t spoken to him in something like 10 years, of not longer.  He didn’t beat me or molest me or anything horrible like that.  He just never seemed to care much about me growing up.  My dad was a sports guy, baseball mainly, he played in the minor leagues until he tore up his knee.  I was not into sports, I was an academic child.  Did well in school, sang in the school choir, was even in a few school plays in elementary and junior high school.
He never came to even one performance.
He and my mother divorced when I was in college.  He eventually moved away to Denton, Texas, where we had lived when I was 20.

He had never taken care of his health, and I spent most of my life telling him he needed to or it would bite him in the ass, and it did.  He had open heart surgery several years ago, and a pacemaker installed.  He was an alcoholic that continued to drink, however, and his diet was horrible.
He was in and out of the hospital more times than I can even remember over the last few years, and in and out of ICU.  He started using a walker and a wheelchair.  His hygiene (never a strong suit with him to begin with) just totally went out the window.  He once questioned my mom (they still talked) about why my brother or I didn’t move down there and take care of him.
That right there is very telling.  He didn’t want to do things for himself, he wanted someone else to do it.

His doctors commended his decision to buy a treadmill.  My mom and he talked about it, and he said, “Even if I can only walk for a few minutes at first, maybe I can slowly walk a little more each day.”
When my brother and I went to go through his things after he passed, the treadmill was covered in dust, and had an end table on it.  He had bought a mini-fridge from a neighbor that he could keep right next to his recliner for the specific reason of keeping beer in it – so he wouldn’t have to walk 10 feet to the kitchen to get it.

He had flatlined previous times in ICU and been brought back.  This time when he went in for blood in his stool, he was refusing some treatment.  He flatlined and they gave him CPR.  They called my brother and he spoke to the pulmonologist who recommended that if dad’s heart stopped again, to let it go. He had a 73 year old heart that was bad and only had one working valve that was working incorrectly and backing up blood into his lungs. He was on a ventilator and unconscious, so the decision was on us, but he had been refusing treatment lately, so we thought maybe he was ready to go. We were supporting the decision to let him go if it happened.
A few hours later, the phone rang.  It was brother letting me know that dad was gone.  It was about 1:30 a.m. California time, 3:30 a.m. Texas time.

I was very conflicted about all of it.  I think he was ready to go, just tired of hospitals and being sick and going through all of that.  On the other hand, I was mad that he “gave up”.
My brother and I ended up going to Texas for 5 days and taking care of stuff.  His apartment was a roach infested mess.
The worst part is that most of my dad’s stuff ended up in the trash.  A neighbor lady took all of the meat he had in the freezer, so I was glad that didn’t go to waste, as well as some canned goods. She also took his recliner and a small shelf unit. An old friend of his came by and took the TV (a nice one, wish I’d been able to get it home), DVD/CD player and all his DVD’s, and came back the next day to take his treadmill (again, wish I could have kept it), and helped take some of his other things to Goodwill (usable clothes, walker, wheelchair).
I got sick because of course I did, so after that first day, I was useless, and could only lay in bed at the hotel exhausted.  My brother had to take care of the rest of the stuff.  I felt bad, but I was so sick.  It was not a good trip.

They did his cremation this past Sunday, and on Tuesday, his ashes arrived.  I put them in our storage, because having them in the house creeps me out.  We are going to scatter them up in mountains near where he used to go hunting, but we have to wait for the snow to melt.  In the end, I also had to sell my diamond earrings to a friend just to afford to put an obituary in the paper for him.  Didn’t those used to be free?

There is something very upsetting about the fact that most of my father’s belongings went in the trash, most of his paperwork just went through the shredder, and his body is reduced to ashes.
Your life just goes in the trash.

So…yeah.

Sometimes you just need a minute.scattering-ashes

 

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Silk Protein Nutmilk Review

Review time!
This post was sponsored by Silk as part of a new product sampling activation for Crowdtap, I received complimentary products to facilitate my review. All review comments are entirely my own.

I received a voucher for a free half-gallon of Silk Protein & Nutmilk, either regular or vanilla. The mom unit was nice enough to go pick it up from the store for me. When she got home I looked at it. It was original flavor but it was actually expired! (This was no fault of the Silk brand of course, but a major fail on the part of the grocery store!) Luckily, we only live 2 blocks away, so she went back an exchanged it. When she came back, I noticed she had gotten vanilla instead of regular. I was a little nervous, I admit. I have used plain Silk before, and liked it, but not flavored.
I went ahead and made my coffee and oatmeal for breakfast and decided to use the Vanilla Silk Protein& Nutmilk in both.
What a great surprise!
I usually sweeten my oatmeal with a little bit of honey, but the Vanilla Silk Protein & Nutmilk sweetened it without it being cloying. Having it in my coffee made it taste like a fancy vanilla coffee drink from a coffeehouse. Now I’m thinking of trying it in place of milk for pancakes and making vanilla pancakes! Mom likes it too!
In conclusion, I would give this 5 stars, two thumbs up, an A+ !