Insta Make Over

Wednesday I was handed a horrid, horrid piece of torture. My official badge for work... including a great horrible picture. Im talking worse than a drivers license photo. My minimilistic beauty regiman was very apparent by my ghostly appearance and no lip gloss, plus way undermaintained eybrows, and a bad hair day on top of it and you have my picture. Not a pretty sight.

I've been determined to step up my beauty regime a little bit. I'm a fan of lipgloss but I actually went and bought lipSTICK the other day, which I haven't done in about 5 years (seriously). I love the CG 'TrueShine' line now! It makes picking a color almost goof proof, as long as you can decide rather you have light, medium, or dark skin tone.

Then I found some time yesterday after I got off of work early while noone was expecting me to pick up the boy or be at home and I went and got my brows waxed. I seriously love that feeling of the hot wax and the tingling of skin afterwards. I hate pain-I find tweezing to be a situation that I want to curl into a fetal position and weep, but I love me a good brow wax.

With my neat clean brows and some lip color and I'm feeling like a new gal! I wonder what I'd have to do to be able to take a new picture or atleast how long I should wait until I "lose" it?

Monday Morning Blues

I really, really don't want to go to work today!! Hubby's parents, 3 nieces/nephews, and us took off Friday for the beautiful foothills of the Appalacian Mountains in Eastern KY. It was a great weekend for camping, and there were a ton of things for the kiddos to do (they even trick or treated one night). An added bonus was getting to see a ton of friends that we had to leave behind when we moved north.

All parents have learned the hard way that kids will do anything in their little power to totally humiliate you. Mikey made me turn redder than I have before this weekend. He along w/ 2 little girls were playing on the playground in the camp ground, when all of a sudden I look up to see Mikey pull down his pants (up I jump, and try to sprint up the 'rock climbing' side of the equipment--the fastest/easiest way up). Needless to say, I was too late, and my dear son was on a mission w/ his hose.... to see what all he could hit! He definitly has range when it comes to this so that made it that much more hillarious apparent that he's had practice at this. What do you do in a situation like this? Luckily the other father on the playground handled the situation w/ his girls really well, and didn't get mad at us.