Tuesday, July 14, 2009
You Dropped a Bomb On Me!
Today I'm doing something a little different. I'm giving a much deserved shout out to my own personal glam squad. Yeah I said it. The Pauper Princess has a glam squad. Now because I'm poor of course my squad is on a budget. Lucky for me I have Pauper Tip #1...."Work your connections!" In my case that means take advantage of the fact that I have a super talented make-up artist cousin. My cousin Colijia is the shit when it comes to hooking up a look. She is a certified make up artist and consultant. And because she can't stand to see her people, ie.. me looking a hot mess she teaches me how to do my make up. She also breaks a sistah off with some really cool and expensive MAC make-up on occasion. I do love the products but lets face it MAC ain't for the broke! So being the diva she is, Colijia will also alert me to lower cost items that work good enough for an amateur like me. She even gave myself and some friends a make up consultation and application class the last time she came to visit. I may be a pauper but no one has better make-up than the Princess when I use the skills and products she recommends. So now I'm just as proud as can be to let you all know that she and a fellow make up artist, Starlynn, have started their own company. The name of the company is Bombshell Beauty.They are really talented and because we know there is a recession they are affordable. So to get things rolling for folks not near them they have set up a couple of tutorials on youtube. Yes I am shamelessly plugging them, but they are worth it. So checkout the video I've tried to embed. I really hope it works. If not someone with blogger know how needs to tell me how to embed a youtube video. Also subscribe to them on youtube because they are going to be posting a lot more tutorials.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Friday, Friday
It's Friday y'all. I've had a long crazy week. It's only 2 pm and I feel like it is 6pm already. It seems as if the Universe itself is aligning to help me feel better after last weekend's emotional upheaval. Mr Bunny has been on his best behavior which is definitely not his norm. I'm making some progress on my project at school and I was able to pay all my bills this month without help from my fam. So all in all pretty good. I'm still worried about my friend, but there isn't anything else I can do. I call her cell everyday when I get home from school. Sometimes she answers, sometimes she doesn't. I'm not sure which is worse. Talking to her and hearing how far she is from her normal sane self or not talking to her and wondering if she is hurt. And this too shall pass! My little two year old nephew learned how to speed dial me this week. So I did receive a call at 1:30 in the morning because he woke up in the middle of the night while everyone was asleep and decided to call me. It would have been 11:30 his time.
Another cute thing that happened this week is that I had a kitten for 3 days. Growing up I always had cats and I do miss that. On Tuesday morning when I came back from Bootcamp there was a little black and white kitten sitting on my porch. He was a little skittish when I leaned down to pet him, but he came around. I noticed he was very skinny and pretty dirty. I ran inside and got him some lunchmeat and water. He ate it and then ran into the bushes. So that evening when I returned home I looked for him. Sure enough he was sleeping under a neighbor's car. I gave him a little more water and the last of my lunchmeat. I doubted he would eat Mr. Bunny's food. On Wednesday I asked my neighbors if he belonged to them, but noone knew where he came from. Wednesday night I made tuna casserole for dinner. It wasn't that good becuase I used soy milk instead of regular milk. Oh well, by the time it was finished I was starving so I ate it. Well Thursday morning the little kitten, who by this time I was calling Oreo, was waiting on my doorstep again. I figured he could eat some of the tuna casserole. I know it's not the optimum meal for a cat, but hey it's better than air-bisquits. Well Oreo didn't think so. A starving cat won't even eat my cooking. Classic! He looked at me like I was trying to poison him. Times like this I miss my baby brother because he would have eaten it. Of course he would only be doing it because A) he didn't have to make it and B) he would need to be accurate in his description when he retold the story about how nasty it was! Well apparently it was nasty enough for Oreo to find a better place to get his meals. I haven't seen him since he decided tuna casserole was not for him.
Another cute thing that happened this week is that I had a kitten for 3 days. Growing up I always had cats and I do miss that. On Tuesday morning when I came back from Bootcamp there was a little black and white kitten sitting on my porch. He was a little skittish when I leaned down to pet him, but he came around. I noticed he was very skinny and pretty dirty. I ran inside and got him some lunchmeat and water. He ate it and then ran into the bushes. So that evening when I returned home I looked for him. Sure enough he was sleeping under a neighbor's car. I gave him a little more water and the last of my lunchmeat. I doubted he would eat Mr. Bunny's food. On Wednesday I asked my neighbors if he belonged to them, but noone knew where he came from. Wednesday night I made tuna casserole for dinner. It wasn't that good becuase I used soy milk instead of regular milk. Oh well, by the time it was finished I was starving so I ate it. Well Thursday morning the little kitten, who by this time I was calling Oreo, was waiting on my doorstep again. I figured he could eat some of the tuna casserole. I know it's not the optimum meal for a cat, but hey it's better than air-bisquits. Well Oreo didn't think so. A starving cat won't even eat my cooking. Classic! He looked at me like I was trying to poison him. Times like this I miss my baby brother because he would have eaten it. Of course he would only be doing it because A) he didn't have to make it and B) he would need to be accurate in his description when he retold the story about how nasty it was! Well apparently it was nasty enough for Oreo to find a better place to get his meals. I haven't seen him since he decided tuna casserole was not for him.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Not sure what to call this one
This is more of a rant than a post. I'm really frustrated and kind of sad. I have a friend that I've known since freshman year of undergrad. She was my roommate when I got my first apartment off campus. Well sadly this weekend, I found out that she has deteriorated mentally. She is currently in a paranoid state and travelling aimlessly. She called me for the first time in about a year and a half and she didn't sound well. I asked her to let me help her and she wasn't cooperative. Finally I called the police in her state and asked them to send an ambulance to her. She refused treatment and is now travelling somewhere else. I am very worried about her and I feel helpless. I know that ultimately I can't help her until she is ready to be helped, but it still worries me. So that is why I'm sad at the moment.
I'm also steaming hot because a second friend of mine showed me the true extent of her selfishness. I have always known she was a self-centered and selfish person, but I guess I deluded myself about the extent of it. Every other friend I have that has met her, comments on how selfish she is, but I always defended her. I mean I have no illusions about myself (well maybe a few.. I still believe that I could marry The Rock and be quite happy!) I know that I can be self-centered sometimes as well. I guess I just assumed she was only really selfish for unimportant stuff and that if there were a true emergency or something important she would rise above it and do "what's right". I was so very wrong. Part of the reason I'm mad is because she has never hidden her selfish behavior. I blame myself for not paying attention to what she has shown me via her behavior for years. This is one of those situations where I think I'm just as much to blame as her because I refused to see what was apparent to everyone else. I know I'll get over it in a few days, but I'll never be as willingly blind again. Hopefully!
On a better note. I have been kind of a slacker in my bootcamp. There are two instructors and one of them makes a point of standing next to me often when he is calling out the exercises, then eyeballing me to make sure I'm keeping up. Usually I'm not keeping up. If we do 55 sit-ups I probably only complete 40. Twenty-five squats usually turns into about 18. You get the picture. When we run I'm usually in the last group coming in. Well I was so frustrated and angry about last weekend events that this week I have moved into the middle group. Seriously y'all I had my "Eye of the Tiger" game-face on. I was working off some major frustration. The instructor even went so far as to tell me I was "on fire!" If you believe in prayer please add my dear friend and myself to your prayer lists.
I'm also steaming hot because a second friend of mine showed me the true extent of her selfishness. I have always known she was a self-centered and selfish person, but I guess I deluded myself about the extent of it. Every other friend I have that has met her, comments on how selfish she is, but I always defended her. I mean I have no illusions about myself (well maybe a few.. I still believe that I could marry The Rock and be quite happy!) I know that I can be self-centered sometimes as well. I guess I just assumed she was only really selfish for unimportant stuff and that if there were a true emergency or something important she would rise above it and do "what's right". I was so very wrong. Part of the reason I'm mad is because she has never hidden her selfish behavior. I blame myself for not paying attention to what she has shown me via her behavior for years. This is one of those situations where I think I'm just as much to blame as her because I refused to see what was apparent to everyone else. I know I'll get over it in a few days, but I'll never be as willingly blind again. Hopefully!
On a better note. I have been kind of a slacker in my bootcamp. There are two instructors and one of them makes a point of standing next to me often when he is calling out the exercises, then eyeballing me to make sure I'm keeping up. Usually I'm not keeping up. If we do 55 sit-ups I probably only complete 40. Twenty-five squats usually turns into about 18. You get the picture. When we run I'm usually in the last group coming in. Well I was so frustrated and angry about last weekend events that this week I have moved into the middle group. Seriously y'all I had my "Eye of the Tiger" game-face on. I was working off some major frustration. The instructor even went so far as to tell me I was "on fire!" If you believe in prayer please add my dear friend and myself to your prayer lists.
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