I can always find what I am looking for whether it's to put a cute care package together for my college kid, candles that smell great and last a long time or the emergency turkey pan I forgot to get for Christmas dinner.....or Thanksgiving dinner. Every. Single Year.
This weekend I was determined to find things for the guest bathroom downstairs. It's the bathroom my daughter and I use for 'getting ready' .... meaning - face washing and teeth brushing and putting makeup on.
I got tired of stooping over to get the witch hazel and cotton balls and face pads every morning and night. I know, first world problems. But, it was an excuse to see if I could remedy it!
I had on my list to look for bottles and jars. I wanted a bottle to put the witch hazel in...that was a cute bottle that I could leave out. At first I went looking where the vases were, thinking I could cork a bottle....they were cute. But I wasn't done yet.
I went to the jar/glass/dishes aisle and first spotted these tilted glass jars that were PERFECT for cotton balls and face pads. I grabbed two of those.
Then I spotted a vinegar bottle.
It was exactly what I was looking for. Except there was a decal on the front.
I thought I could use a blade scraper and scrape it off...no problem. But, that didn't work. So, I took to my craft bin.
I taped off the label and painted black over the label and let it dry. Then I had some silver crackle paint and did a layer of that. Done.
I love it and it matches the bathroom and looks adorable. For three bucks, y'all.
The next DIY that I did cost me nothing because I had everything. Over the summer, I got my daughter a rack with hooks to hang her scarves on. Only problem was that it wouldn't stay on the wall. It came with foam adhesive and it wouldn't STAY on the wall.
I had some scrap wood (which I always seem to have lying around) and sanded it. I then painted it white and sanded it one more time for a worn/beachy look. I then got clothes pins from outback. I looked for weathered ones...those are more interesting, right? I glued them on, let it dry, put a ribbon on the back for hanging and bam. It was done.
You will not believe how easy it is to make delicious tortillas! Whenever I can, I make them fresh. And today was the day.
The mister just bought two bushels of fresh cilantro. That dictates the meal planning. I love cilantro. LOL
So, this morning I made the fresh tortillas. Then started a pot of beans with cilantro and onions. Later I made some spanish rice and then threw it all together on a place and into my face.
My daughter's Tita (rest her sweetest soul) made a pot of beans every morning. Today, she told me Tita would be proud. I feel her whenever I throw beans on the stove to cook all day.
Tomorrow, I'm making breakfast tacos with the leftovers.
Watch the video and see just how easy it is!
Here's the recipe :
4 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons baking powder
2 tablespoons shortening
1 1/2 cups water
Whisk the flour, salt, and baking powder together in a mixing bowl.
Put it all in a food processor and add the shortening. Mix until the flour resembles cornmeal.
Put it all back in your bowl and add the water and mix until the dough comes together and knead it until it's smooth and elastic.
Divide the dough into 24 equal pieces and roll each piece into a ball. (I made 12 tortillas out of this recipe to make the tortillas larger)
Preheat a large skillet (or cooktop) over medium-high heat. Use a well-floured rolling pin to roll a dough ball into a thin, round tortilla. Place into the hot skillet, and cook until bubbly and golden; flip and continue cooking until golden on the other side. Place the cooked tortilla in a tortilla warmer; continue rolling and cooking the remaining dough.
First of all, duh. The sane heads all know this. Not only is he an indecent human who totes his guns and commands his minions to literally go to war on homosexuals and abortion doctors, or misleads his masses, or releases people's private information to his minions so they can harass them....he's also a big fat liar.
Generally, it's hard for me to pin down his exact lies because he deletes so many things daily that proves he's a liar. However, I was able to today.
But in 2013, Joshua posted the same exact video saying the same man....yes the man in both videos above, had a stroke and was in the wheelchair for only three years.
Caught in a little lie, are we? So which is it? Several years, twenty years, three years? And if this miracle is so readily available, why aren't all the cripples in the world at your door? I know, because you are a snake oil salesman.
One who wears expensive shoes and watches and clothes but begs for money for a new camera (that no one on God's green earth has ever seen) or money for whatever. How many GoFundMe pages have you had that you stole...I mean...raised money and then took down never to reveal the outcome?
People like this boil my blood.
I could go on and on, but it's late and I don't feel like busting a blood vessel over Joshua Moronstein.
I take a breath every time I say that. I've been taking a breath for the past five years when I say my age. I can barely form the sound for FOURty without having a rush of panic flow through me and a slight veil of sweat forming on my upper lip and trickling down my back.
It's no secret, most women hate getting older. I'm no exception. In my forties I've been diagnosed with more chronic pain illnesses than I care to mention and that's on top of a couple I had since my twenties. My skin is sagging. Bags are getting bigger. My forehead has started to wrinkle. The corners of my mouth are drooping. I still get zits. My hands look old. My neck has wrinkles.
None of it do I like.
Makeup doesn't seem to help these days. Or does it?
I started wearing makeup in the early 80s. A time of black eyeliner in the eyes, blue eyeliner and shadow, raccoon mascara and big hair. I've learned to lighten up.
But, for today's purpose, I went a bit dramatic. Just to prove a point. And that point is, even a person of my old and zitted and haggared age, makeup works magic.
The movement, if you will, was spawned by the popular beauty blogger known as NikkieTutorials shared a video about the “power of makeup.” She said many people shame women who love makeup, claiming that they’re only wearing it to impress men or hide their insecurities.
For a lot of young women, they use makeup as a way to express themselves or hone their beauty talents....a myriad of reasons really. Me? I use it to pretend I'm younger again.
I post a lot of myself without make up on my Instagram. I've learned not to be ashamed of my face. I grew up being told not to even leave my room without makeup. That tells a young girl that she has to wear makeup or you're not pretty. It basically told me no one wanted to see my face unless it was dolled up. It made me hate my freckles and uneven skin tone. Makeup taught me how to make myself look more attractive. I taught myself all that 'bad' stuff is pretty cool.
So, yeah, it took years for me to realize my face is my face and I should love it. It was having my daughters that showed me the real importance of teaching young women to love themselves.
And here I am with my own version of The Power Of Makeup.
It's no secret I've not been close with my parents for a number of years. Growing up with a narcissistic mother is hard.
Along with that came separation from my nieces and nephews as well. As with everything, there are also two sides to this story. I know I come out the bad guy on the other side. On my side, I am a child who asked her mother to accountable for certain things and help me with issues regarding my adoption. Both requests were ignored. It went a little farther on their end with name calling. But I won't go into that.
Years have gone by and there are a select few that still speak with me. I'm very grateful for that. They have no idea how special it is to me.
I kept silent for years. Didn't have a voice. Thought that my voice didn't count. I don't stay silent anymore, I tell the truth and hold people accountable. For those reasons I stopped having a relationship with her. I also kept my children from her because I was protecting them.
Both my children knew when they became of age they had the choice to see her. My oldest took it right away. I never withheld her, discouraged her or forbade her. I keep my word. My youngest wanted nothing to do with her. That was her choice. She missed her cousins, though. And she feels everyone hates her. I know they don't.
This year she turned 19 and asked if she could see her cousins during the holidays...which meant seeing mother. She understands that comes with the package, as everyone gathers at her home for Christmas. I wrote about it here.
My oldest told mother and her reaction was that she was glad my daughter realized family is important...too bad I couldn't do the same thing.
She never can resist any residual slap in the face. And my oldest, being who she is, never tells anyone off when I'm dissed. She's not me. I don't force her to be me either.
So, let's talk about how important family is to my mother. Shall we?
Family is so important that even though she had an entire seven months to prepare, she didn't get my step daughters one single Christmas gift the first Christmas I spent with my husband. She snubbed them to their faces. That was the last Christmas I spent in my family home. While my mother in law went out of her way to be kind to her new granddaughters and daughter in law.
Family is so important that the only Christmas gift she got my husband....ever.....was a $25 gas card.
Family is so important that when my grandfather was dying, she felt it necessary to have someone tell me that I wasn't welcome to my grandfather's deathbed and subsequent funeral.
Family is so important that at the funeral of my grandfather (I sent my husband with my oldest to attend), my husband was told that I was never molested. I must have remembered it wrong. AT A FUNERAL.
Family is so important that when my little brother died, I was lied to about all of it. I had to request the police report to find out he committed suicide. But not only that. Since no one had the decency to tell me the truth, the police report was the bearer of bad news in all it's forensic and detailed glory. I can't unsee or unread what was in that report. Why I was lied to like I wasn't even a member of this family, I have no idea. It just shows me how far outside she wants me. She's got it. I'm outside. That is unforgivable. I can't ever forgive her for that. I've lost my grandparents and little brother and will never see them again. Neither will they, but they were lied to and forbade from the grieving process.
Family is so important that when she took grandchildren on special summer trips, she always left out one in particular. I can't imagine my pain if she ignored my child like that.
I could go on, but as my daughter just pointed out....I may just have a stroke. And as I said back to her, "I hope you never have to feel the anger and pain I have had to."
So when someone in my family reads this, because I know people in my family read my blog, let mother know that I indeed know how important family is.
My children are my family. My husband is my family. My close friends are more like family that she ever will be again.
While it's hard for me to understand why most of my family members feel the need to ignore me, I've accepted it. I can't fight it. I can't change their minds. I can just be me. That's good enough for some people.