For the past three days I've pretty much been living @ the Metro Toronto Convention Centre due to the Symposium. It has got my body all screwed up in terms of sleep, physical exertion and eating [it doesn't take much]. And while I have been tempted by the heavenly scents of the food truck delights outside - I have [mostly] behaved myself foodwise. I don't really have time to exercise this week and if I start to binge out on junk then I will evolve into Captain Migraine and that's so the last thing I need. Today being the last day - I decided it was time to get my proper comfort food on and I ate food from a food truck. Unfortunately [and I mean this] no photo [the truck was quite something with all its pictures and slogans - it was called "Don Juan - lover...of good food!"] as I couldn't risk losing my camera in the confusion of my days @ the conference. Also, the food itself would have made a lovely photo - so hot and plentiful [and cheap].
For a price of $2.50 I got the most gigantic container of French fries [although there was a surprising amount of other vegetarian options - I love chips!]. I think if I worked around MTCC I would have food truck food...entirely too much. The container seemed small-ish when empty, but then the food truck guy just loaded and overloaded the chips - resplendent in their greasy, crispy, steaming goodness! Also available - mayonnaise [and a lack of judgement re: my using mayo on my fries]. I was so eager to eat them that I did burn the roof of my mouth [which due to my pizza love is almost always burned anyway], but it was well worth it. I can't believe that I went to university for four years [three of them living on campus] - surrounded by food trucks - and I never once gave in. Also, I was beyond starving *all* the time. I really should have gotten over my food truck prejudices earlier in life. And let that be a lesson to you.
[as we are well into October, my dream of getting ice cream from an ice cream truck is kinda dead in the water. this is my subsitute. i did continually run for the ice cream truck while shouting "ice cream man! ice cream man! ding ding ding ding!" and tripping out of my shoes...but i never caught the truck.]
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Day Three Hundred and Fifty-Nine - She Works Hard For The Money
I was worried that I wouldn't have a lot to say and that finding ETs while I was working @ the Symposium would be a significant struggle [I don't like to overplan when I'm already overstressed]. Today I kinda doubled my efforts, although both of them happened somewhat by accident. The overriding thing for the day was that I worked a 15-hour day. Even at my old place of employment where we worked some cra-zay hours - I'm sure I never went 15 hours. I arrived @ the conference centre @ 6:30am and I left @ 9:30pm. I worked basically the entire time - stopping briefly to drink a tea and eat a gigantor cheese danish. I was so out of it by the time I returned home I could barely stand up in the shower and didn't really have the energy to eat roasted red pepper and tomato soup that was entirely drinkable [I can be confused by cutlery when exhausted - I guess that's Joseph's line of thinking]. And hooray - I will be back @ the convention centre @ 7:30am tomorrow [it's my sleep in day!]!
This evening there was a fundraiser event for our capital campaign as well as a donor recognition reception organized by yours truly. As I was cleaning up from the cocktail reception I was very late in heading in to the theatre for the event. In fact, I was just going to not go in until one of the convention centre staff told me that I could go up to the balcony [which had been locked]. So I sat alone in a balcony. I was so paranoid that everyone sitting below could see me and would be looking and wondering why I was the only psycho [or person of any kind] up in the balcony [my boss later told me that they couldn't see into the balcony at all]. Also, it was very cold up there being the lonely only body [and wearing a mini-dress too, I guess].
This evening there was a fundraiser event for our capital campaign as well as a donor recognition reception organized by yours truly. As I was cleaning up from the cocktail reception I was very late in heading in to the theatre for the event. In fact, I was just going to not go in until one of the convention centre staff told me that I could go up to the balcony [which had been locked]. So I sat alone in a balcony. I was so paranoid that everyone sitting below could see me and would be looking and wondering why I was the only psycho [or person of any kind] up in the balcony [my boss later told me that they couldn't see into the balcony at all]. Also, it was very cold up there being the lonely only body [and wearing a mini-dress too, I guess].
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Day Three Hundred and Fifty-Eight - Talking To Americans
Apparently many people find many Canadians to be quite funny. And it's true - in the pantheon of mainstream comedians - a lot of them are Canadian - per capita it would seem that we are a much funnier lot than our neighbours to the south. I don't find many of them to be all that funny [Jim Carrey, Mike Myers, etc.], but generally speaking what's left up here is even worse. One of them, Rick Mercer, is kinda like the Canadian Jon Stewart...only, yeah...not so much. He had a show or a few specials called Talking to Americans, which was a bit like the Jay-Walking segments on Leno wherein he would approach Americans [in the USA] and ask them questions about Canada and other things and try to embarass them. While I don't have too much experience in watching this, it was spectacularly unfunny.
My ET today is also spectacularly unfunny, although not unlike that concept. Today I talked politics with an American. I'm reasonably sure this is the first time this has happened [in a face-to-face kinda way]. This came about as a result of our Symposium, which is an international conference on autism that is put on by the place where I work. Anyway, this guy stopped by our table and seemed a little sheepish about being an American, although his southern accent was a bit of a giveaway. He soon was voluntarily talking politics and his fellow Americans and his background. And while obviously we shy away from talking politics while @ work, he was so insistent @ sharing his beliefs that I was able to just smile and nod and not give too much away [though obviously I was dying to]. While I have obviously been actively following this election, it was a really different experience to be speaking with a regular American guy - as opposed to the normal conversations I have shouting @ the talking heads on CNN...
[also he challenged my stereotype of the "typical" white, middle-aged southern guy - so shame on me...]
My ET today is also spectacularly unfunny, although not unlike that concept. Today I talked politics with an American. I'm reasonably sure this is the first time this has happened [in a face-to-face kinda way]. This came about as a result of our Symposium, which is an international conference on autism that is put on by the place where I work. Anyway, this guy stopped by our table and seemed a little sheepish about being an American, although his southern accent was a bit of a giveaway. He soon was voluntarily talking politics and his fellow Americans and his background. And while obviously we shy away from talking politics while @ work, he was so insistent @ sharing his beliefs that I was able to just smile and nod and not give too much away [though obviously I was dying to]. While I have obviously been actively following this election, it was a really different experience to be speaking with a regular American guy - as opposed to the normal conversations I have shouting @ the talking heads on CNN...
[also he challenged my stereotype of the "typical" white, middle-aged southern guy - so shame on me...]
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Day Three Hundred and Fifty-Seven - Explicit Content
Please be warned. There are some hardcore swears ahead. Of the variety that are four letters and starting with F. You've been warned. Please don't take offense.
Okay, so a couple of things. I've mentioned Amy Sedaris' brilliant home entertaining/hospitality book, I Like You a few times before. It's brilliant! Go buy it! Well, she is a crafty sort and does all sorts of laidback crafts that are good for lazy and cheap/poor folk such as myself. One of my favourites [that doesn't involve googly eyes, although it easily could] is the Fuck It Bucket. I've been planning on making one for a long time, but I was waiting for the right moment. The right moment is defined as that magical time when Halloween candy is on sale and I'm under considerable stress. I'm happy to report that the day has arrived - I will be considerably stressed over the next three days wherein I will be working approximately 45 hours with early mornings and late nights and Zellers has a big pre-Halloween candy sale. This afternoon I made a Fuck It Bucket.
As you can see from the photo, a Fuck It Bucket is quite easy to construct, but allow me to guide you through the complicated stages. Step One: Obtain a bucket - you can write Fuck It on it, but since my bucket is black and I couldn't find any fancy metallic pens I have put a sign by it. Step Two: Obtain candy - I am using Hershey candy bars, Cadbury candy bars, little caramels and those powdery Rocket candies as well as I found some mini-bags of Halloween popcorn that pops up bright orange. Step Three: When life gets tough, say "fuck it" and eat some candy. This is the best possible advice I could give, so it's great that someone was able to sum it all up so succinctly for me. Words to live by kids!
Okay, so a couple of things. I've mentioned Amy Sedaris' brilliant home entertaining/hospitality book, I Like You a few times before. It's brilliant! Go buy it! Well, she is a crafty sort and does all sorts of laidback crafts that are good for lazy and cheap/poor folk such as myself. One of my favourites [that doesn't involve googly eyes, although it easily could] is the Fuck It Bucket. I've been planning on making one for a long time, but I was waiting for the right moment. The right moment is defined as that magical time when Halloween candy is on sale and I'm under considerable stress. I'm happy to report that the day has arrived - I will be considerably stressed over the next three days wherein I will be working approximately 45 hours with early mornings and late nights and Zellers has a big pre-Halloween candy sale. This afternoon I made a Fuck It Bucket.
As you can see from the photo, a Fuck It Bucket is quite easy to construct, but allow me to guide you through the complicated stages. Step One: Obtain a bucket - you can write Fuck It on it, but since my bucket is black and I couldn't find any fancy metallic pens I have put a sign by it. Step Two: Obtain candy - I am using Hershey candy bars, Cadbury candy bars, little caramels and those powdery Rocket candies as well as I found some mini-bags of Halloween popcorn that pops up bright orange. Step Three: When life gets tough, say "fuck it" and eat some candy. This is the best possible advice I could give, so it's great that someone was able to sum it all up so succinctly for me. Words to live by kids!
Monday, October 20, 2008
Day Three Hundred and Fifty-Six - Suck It Ringo!
So, a few days ago Ringo Starr, my former favourite Beatle [okay, I'm not a huge Beatles fan] made the announcement that he would no longer be responding in any fashion to fan mail and that furthermore, everyone should stop sending it to him. And he said it in this truly dick-ish manner. I mean - I get it - you're a Beatle [but you *are* Ringo - I mean, for what that's worth you should be happy to have so many adoring fans] so you probably get a lot of fan mail and you have for decades and you're sick of dealing with it. So pay someone to deal with it for you. Certainly you still expect people to buy your music...so yeah - you've got to give a little. Or, yknow - not. You're rich and famous and your fans will love and defend you anyways - that's one of those things you get along with the money and fame. So good for you. But whatever happened to the Ringo from that infamous Simpsons episode?
Anyway, it got me thinking about the celebrities that I have such affection for - the ones who never seem to let me down. Well, I narrowed it down to just three and I wrote fan mail. I didn't ask for anything - like an autograph or whatever - that just doesn't do it for me. I just thought I would let these people know that they have played a role in my life and how much I appreciate that they do the things that they do. And kids - this is so hard to do. Without sounding like some weirdo stalker. Or a dorky little kid. I advise you to give it a shot and I think you will see why you don't write fan mail.
The three I chose will come as no surprise to anyone who reads my blog with regularity: Amy Sedaris, Bill Kurtis and David Letterman. I told Amy the story of how I took a huge stack of her entertaining books from the humour section of a large bookstore and moved it over to the cooking section [she was very insistent that it was not a humour book - that it was a real guide for home entertaining - I can attest that it is both] and about how much I enjoy her appearances on Letterman. I told Mr. Kurtis [he's too much of a cool old guy for me to call by his first name] how I have been watching him since I was a little one and how he inspired me to always dig deeper and to study journalism and that we share the whole turnaround on the whole capital punishment thing. And Dave - well, he's my TV dad so I told him that [in a highly senstive/non-creepy way], relating how I grew up watching him with my dad, eventually realizing that the three of us had the same zany sense of humour and also how I admired him for being such a grouchy bastard who never fails to give people the gears.
Seriously. This was difficult. Try it.
Anyway, it got me thinking about the celebrities that I have such affection for - the ones who never seem to let me down. Well, I narrowed it down to just three and I wrote fan mail. I didn't ask for anything - like an autograph or whatever - that just doesn't do it for me. I just thought I would let these people know that they have played a role in my life and how much I appreciate that they do the things that they do. And kids - this is so hard to do. Without sounding like some weirdo stalker. Or a dorky little kid. I advise you to give it a shot and I think you will see why you don't write fan mail.
The three I chose will come as no surprise to anyone who reads my blog with regularity: Amy Sedaris, Bill Kurtis and David Letterman. I told Amy the story of how I took a huge stack of her entertaining books from the humour section of a large bookstore and moved it over to the cooking section [she was very insistent that it was not a humour book - that it was a real guide for home entertaining - I can attest that it is both] and about how much I enjoy her appearances on Letterman. I told Mr. Kurtis [he's too much of a cool old guy for me to call by his first name] how I have been watching him since I was a little one and how he inspired me to always dig deeper and to study journalism and that we share the whole turnaround on the whole capital punishment thing. And Dave - well, he's my TV dad so I told him that [in a highly senstive/non-creepy way], relating how I grew up watching him with my dad, eventually realizing that the three of us had the same zany sense of humour and also how I admired him for being such a grouchy bastard who never fails to give people the gears.
Seriously. This was difficult. Try it.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Day Three Hundred and Fifty-Five - Hippie
I'm not a huge fan of making from scatch things that can be easily obtained from a store or restaurant. Provided that the price is reasonable [my time is money too] and the taste is...tasty! Of course. And since the current granola bars that I've been eating since Junior Kindergarten have served me well I have never felt the need to look elsewhere for them. However, the cost would be much less if I made my own and perhaps there is some sort of hidden deliciousness so this afternoon I made my own granola bars. As you can see by the photo...things didn't exactly go as planned. That is - if my plan was to make the granola bars and have them actually cut and then placed into some sort of wrap and then taken with us on our daily travels...that plan will not come to fruition.
You see - the form that you currently see the granola "bars" in - that is the form they will remain. They have been quite resistant to bar form. So...hmmmm - while I'm not entirely sure what to do with them...my main thought is that I will use utensils to crumble it up and then mix it with yogurt. In fact, I quite often enjoy granola in this format. So, while I would say that these "granola bars" are easy enough to make...since I didn't actually succeed in making them - I don't really want to recommend this recipe to anyone. However, I will say that the oats and honey being roasted up in the oven - that was a sensational smell [and highly recommended].
You see - the form that you currently see the granola "bars" in - that is the form they will remain. They have been quite resistant to bar form. So...hmmmm - while I'm not entirely sure what to do with them...my main thought is that I will use utensils to crumble it up and then mix it with yogurt. In fact, I quite often enjoy granola in this format. So, while I would say that these "granola bars" are easy enough to make...since I didn't actually succeed in making them - I don't really want to recommend this recipe to anyone. However, I will say that the oats and honey being roasted up in the oven - that was a sensational smell [and highly recommended].
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Day Three Hundred and Fifty-Four - Tea For Two
It was just over a year ago that I decided to do this project, having been inspired by Jen [the originator], my own depression/mental issues and possibly a mid-life crisis. I sent around an original list of things that I wanted to do to some of my co-workers and friends to seek their input. Well...I never did get too much input. All of the things I have done over the past year have been either my own idea, the ideas of fellow thing-a-dayers and sometimes Joseph has a good one. Further - I don't think many of my real-life friends read the blog. However, friends/co-workers Kathryn and Sue gave me a gift certificate to the Royal York to use for a session of afternoon tea. Predictably I have sat on it for nearly a year. Today it had to happen - I had afternoon tea @ a posh hotel. Oh yes, and I have pictures [much to Joseph's delight]!
The above is the sweet things they bring over with the savoury little sandwiches. Although they appear tempting and delicious [and they are] - I couldn't manage to eat all of my share [again, to Joseph's delight]. The best thing was the just barely visible cupcake on the second level - it was kinda stuffed with a blueberry coulis and had the best icing ever [and was highly girlie] and was topped with a generous serving of shaved white chocolate. The swans [at the top] looked very impressive, but I didn't really like the taste...also eating them made me feel a bit sad as I care too much for inanimate objects. The scones were amazing and warm and served with really good butter and preserves.
The sandwiches! I was excited about this, even though two of them were not vegetarian. While the crab was very good, I don't like eating it [but I did...because I'm a flaming hypocrite]. The two vegetarian sandwiches were actually the best as they both featured a good quality blue cheese. One was egg and Roquefort and the other was a traditional cucumber sandwich with a blue cream cheese. I didn't know such a thing even existed, but I'm happy I do now.
Oh! And the tea! That part was really good too. All of the teas were loose teas with a fancy set-up used to drain them which was attached to your tea cup. Joseph got an amazingly dull Earl Grey, which our waitress said was a very masculine selection. I chose an ultimate girlie selection of Kyoto Cherry Rose. It was pink. And tasted like...Hello Kitty? Very tasty. So - cheers to Kathryn and Sue for their contribution to the cause! And a great belated happy birthday gift!
The above is the sweet things they bring over with the savoury little sandwiches. Although they appear tempting and delicious [and they are] - I couldn't manage to eat all of my share [again, to Joseph's delight]. The best thing was the just barely visible cupcake on the second level - it was kinda stuffed with a blueberry coulis and had the best icing ever [and was highly girlie] and was topped with a generous serving of shaved white chocolate. The swans [at the top] looked very impressive, but I didn't really like the taste...also eating them made me feel a bit sad as I care too much for inanimate objects. The scones were amazing and warm and served with really good butter and preserves.
The sandwiches! I was excited about this, even though two of them were not vegetarian. While the crab was very good, I don't like eating it [but I did...because I'm a flaming hypocrite]. The two vegetarian sandwiches were actually the best as they both featured a good quality blue cheese. One was egg and Roquefort and the other was a traditional cucumber sandwich with a blue cream cheese. I didn't know such a thing even existed, but I'm happy I do now.
Oh! And the tea! That part was really good too. All of the teas were loose teas with a fancy set-up used to drain them which was attached to your tea cup. Joseph got an amazingly dull Earl Grey, which our waitress said was a very masculine selection. I chose an ultimate girlie selection of Kyoto Cherry Rose. It was pink. And tasted like...Hello Kitty? Very tasty. So - cheers to Kathryn and Sue for their contribution to the cause! And a great belated happy birthday gift!
Interrupting Regularly Scheduled Programming
Hi, it's really me...as opposed to two weeks ago me which is what you have been getting in my sporadic and nutty updates over the past month. What can I say? Things broke down - but I ended up spending more time actually *doing* these ETs and obviously less time writing about them in a timely fashion. Also, last week I worked 45 hours over only three days so I've been sick-ish, exhausted and generally not a great person to be around.
However - I'm happy to say that this is my official last day of ETs [and also means that tomorrow is my birthday!]! Hooray - I made it! And while I will be doing the rest of my updates, unfortunately they will have to wait. In about 30 minutes I'm going to be off to Montreal for my birthday weekend extravaganza [yes, weekend starts on Thursday and ends with Barack Obama being the President!]. Because, you know what they say - there's no Canada like French Canada - it's the best Canada in the land! And I definitely want some of that action for my milestone birthday. Also, I've been told there will be lemurs. So - chances are updates will start on Tuesday, November 4th while pensively waiting for election results - so please come back, stay tuned...or read really old entries for evidence of how much of a split personality disorder I've developed over the year.
And please American readers - go vote! Of course everyone knows who I would vote for, but sadly I don't have a voice in this one - though you could consider it a birthday gift to me and vote the way I would? Any takers? Well, no matter who you favour - just make sure that you are heard - every vote counts and all that cheesy stuff! I'm sure this will come to an exciting conclusion...
However - I'm happy to say that this is my official last day of ETs [and also means that tomorrow is my birthday!]! Hooray - I made it! And while I will be doing the rest of my updates, unfortunately they will have to wait. In about 30 minutes I'm going to be off to Montreal for my birthday weekend extravaganza [yes, weekend starts on Thursday and ends with Barack Obama being the President!]. Because, you know what they say - there's no Canada like French Canada - it's the best Canada in the land! And I definitely want some of that action for my milestone birthday. Also, I've been told there will be lemurs. So - chances are updates will start on Tuesday, November 4th while pensively waiting for election results - so please come back, stay tuned...or read really old entries for evidence of how much of a split personality disorder I've developed over the year.
And please American readers - go vote! Of course everyone knows who I would vote for, but sadly I don't have a voice in this one - though you could consider it a birthday gift to me and vote the way I would? Any takers? Well, no matter who you favour - just make sure that you are heard - every vote counts and all that cheesy stuff! I'm sure this will come to an exciting conclusion...
Friday, October 17, 2008
Day Three Hundred and Fifty-Three - All Things Arianna
In truth I suppose that I am a bit of an aging liberal hippie douche. As much as I hate to admit it...though honestly I think it's because I'm not really one for labels. And some of my beliefs and methodologies are not very progressive at all. When it comes to the type of media I choose to pollute myself with I'm not @ all picky. This is mostly due to the fact that I read very quickly and therefore I can afford to waste my time reading a lot of rubbish [also, I don't have a real job - I highly recommend this]. For the most part though, my intake revolves around a steady stream of CBC Radio, CNN and the New York Times with a variety of other things peppered throughout, including all of my favourite talk shows. While I'm quite open minded in terms of what I read/watch I'm a bit ashamed that I don't really read a lot of blogs. Especially the fancy and uber-professional blogs. I'm not sure why other than the fact that bloggers don't even have to attempt to hide their affiliations and motivations. I like a bit of mystery I guess. On my Google taskbar thing [that I love] a story popped up from the Huffington Post and yes, despite my aging liberal hippie douche credentials I've never visited them so tonight I visited the Huffington Post. It was...curious and not @ all what I expected. The fonts are simplistic - the layout all jumbly...I dunno...it's certainly not the hip design that I expect from the elite liberal media.
Oh - the content? Yeah, it was fine I guess. I just feel like I'm not really learning anything, yknow? I mean, I learned that all sorts of hep people that I really dig write columns over @ ye old Huffington Post and there are lots of high-larious videos from The Daily Show and elsewhere...I generally don't find "true" liberals to be funny @ all, so that was a little surprising. But the thing is - I can't help but feel as though the Huffington Post [as well as right-wing blogs and etc.] are just preaching to the choir and therefore I'm not entirely sure of their purpose, other than as a gathering place for people to get together and be all King of the Hill [yup, uh-huh, yep, yo...take a drink]. And I guess people need to do that. Mostly I just do that by myself or while shouting @ various CNN personalities. But yeah, I just might re-fashion myself as a pundit [I find people in my demographic are sorely under-reprensented in today's media - yknow - us white, Canadian, 30-year-old, overeducated, underemployed elitist geeks]...so watch me eat my words once this blog is finished.
Oh - the content? Yeah, it was fine I guess. I just feel like I'm not really learning anything, yknow? I mean, I learned that all sorts of hep people that I really dig write columns over @ ye old Huffington Post and there are lots of high-larious videos from The Daily Show and elsewhere...I generally don't find "true" liberals to be funny @ all, so that was a little surprising. But the thing is - I can't help but feel as though the Huffington Post [as well as right-wing blogs and etc.] are just preaching to the choir and therefore I'm not entirely sure of their purpose, other than as a gathering place for people to get together and be all King of the Hill [yup, uh-huh, yep, yo...take a drink]. And I guess people need to do that. Mostly I just do that by myself or while shouting @ various CNN personalities. But yeah, I just might re-fashion myself as a pundit [I find people in my demographic are sorely under-reprensented in today's media - yknow - us white, Canadian, 30-year-old, overeducated, underemployed elitist geeks]...so watch me eat my words once this blog is finished.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Day Three Hundred and Fifty-Two - Thunder Road
So...it had to happen sooner or later. And to be honest, I'm pretty proud that this ET is coming on day 352 and not earlier. That's right - it's all about vanity. Tonight as I was coming home from the museum I was listening to The Boss on my MP3 player and as inspirational and kick ass as I find his music the lyrics "so you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore" and then, perhaps more damaging "you ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright" drifted over my ears. And yeah, that combined with spending my time @ the museums surrounded by precious wee younglings who have their spunk and aren't all horrible and jaded...their lives stretched out before them...and yeah, something needed to be done. Something purely superficial. Tonight I used a series of anti-aging products.
I had actually bought the products last year before Xmas. Apparently when I'm buying health and beauty products my brain melts entirely and I buy completely the wrong things, no matter how much I read the packaging. Anyway, I thought it was a neat little set of Burt's Bees stuff - which I adore [in part because they feature bees and I love me some bees] and was going to give to my mum - but then I noticed it was all anti-aging stuff...and felt that my mum would be justifiably upset by the gift[my mum's skin still looks fantastic - she's a Mary Kay chick so it obviously works...I still want to know who is responsible for my terrible skin if not my parents]. Anyway, these treatments were mostly related to the eye area and a bit for the outer mouth/lip area. First there was an all-over face treatment that was all about evening primrose - smelled a bit too flowery for me and made me feel greasy, though I liked the waxiness of it. Then there was a serum with attar of rose for the eyes and mouth area - this was quite liquidy and smelled like an old ladies [note: old ladies - I'm on to you and your anti-aging scam]. Then there was an eye-specific treatment using royal jelly - I liked this very much and seemed to be the most bee-like of all the products.
And yeah, that's it for this subject matter. I promise - no more of this wistful/I wish I was younger bullcrap. I'm lucky to look as young as I do and I do still have much of my life ahead of me [and honestly - 90% of the women I look up to are crazy bitches who likely have super wrinkles - so, whatever].
I had actually bought the products last year before Xmas. Apparently when I'm buying health and beauty products my brain melts entirely and I buy completely the wrong things, no matter how much I read the packaging. Anyway, I thought it was a neat little set of Burt's Bees stuff - which I adore [in part because they feature bees and I love me some bees] and was going to give to my mum - but then I noticed it was all anti-aging stuff...and felt that my mum would be justifiably upset by the gift[my mum's skin still looks fantastic - she's a Mary Kay chick so it obviously works...I still want to know who is responsible for my terrible skin if not my parents]. Anyway, these treatments were mostly related to the eye area and a bit for the outer mouth/lip area. First there was an all-over face treatment that was all about evening primrose - smelled a bit too flowery for me and made me feel greasy, though I liked the waxiness of it. Then there was a serum with attar of rose for the eyes and mouth area - this was quite liquidy and smelled like an old ladies [note: old ladies - I'm on to you and your anti-aging scam]. Then there was an eye-specific treatment using royal jelly - I liked this very much and seemed to be the most bee-like of all the products.
And yeah, that's it for this subject matter. I promise - no more of this wistful/I wish I was younger bullcrap. I'm lucky to look as young as I do and I do still have much of my life ahead of me [and honestly - 90% of the women I look up to are crazy bitches who likely have super wrinkles - so, whatever].
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