I went to a wedding with my SHMM and his family this weekend at the Tyee Yacht Club in Seattle. It was everything a wedding should be:
After some serious champagne consumption, I showed off my sweet dance moves, then demanded to go home. I have two gears. On and Off. After too many champagnes, I turn off and it is over.
One of the most memorable parts of the night was our amazing Lyft driver. Of course I cannot remember his name, but he was full of personality. He works during the day as a substitute teacher in the Edmonds School District and drives for Lyft on the weekends. He told us he is going to start a podcast soon called ‘The Day in the Life of a Lyft Driver.’ Champagne Chatter will most definitely subscribe to that podcast.
I went a day this weekend with no black eyeliner. I just wore mascara. SHMM (Sexy Hunk a Man Meat) said that my lashes looked long and lushes. I am not sure I am convinced.
My personal goal this week is to not wear black eyeliner on Thursday and Friday. Have the lashes and the mascara hold it together on their own.
I started reading Meet the Frugalwoods last night, and now I am half way through the entire thing. This book is great. The writer and her husband never go into debt and figure out how to live a financially independent life. So up my ally.
However, in the current chapter I am reading, the couple change their lifestyle dramatically to save for their goal (I am not going to give it away), and the author stops wearing makeup. It takes her a month to gradually eliminate makeup from her daily routine.
I thought about this for a minute. I decided I cannot eliminate makeup or any body enhancements from my life. I am looking for husband number two right now. I want my future partner to look his best, and therefore I want to project looking my best as well. I look my best with concealer and eye makeup.
I think my eyelashes are growing. I really don’t know anymore. So much time is spent in the mirror looking at my eyelashes that I just assume they are growing. It doesn’t look like they have grown at all without mascara on, so I fully cover them in mascara each day.
I think there is eyelash growth. My eyebrows are still a disaster, but whatever. I think my eyelashes actually look like normal eyelashes again. Get this…I have enough natural eyelash to CURL! Progress is being made.
Each Christmas I give each of my kids an Experience Present. So far the Experience Present has been the same each year, and it is the same experience for both of them. I write a card to each of them telling them how much I love them and that they will get to enjoy one day skiing with just me.
We ski every weekend throughout the winter, (not because I am a real outdoorsy kind of gal, but strictly for my own personal sanity. Our winters are LONG) so this may not sound very exciting. However, the kids take ski lessons for 6-8 weeks, while I ski by myself, and then when the multi-week lessons are over, we ski together. It is always the three of us.
This one ski day with just me and one of my kids allows us to spend the drive to the mountain and back together, ski lift rides chatting, a lunch date, and they get to choose all of the slopes we go down for the day. We also take a trip to the Vista House on the top of the mountain where they get the treat of hot chocolate while I enjoy an icy cold adult beverage.
My kids are also twins. They are rarely apart from each other and do not get my individual attention very often. I am sure this is similar for parents of children in general. But (yes, I am pulling the But Card), twins reach most milestones at the same time so rarely get singled out for accomplishments. EX-They learn to ride a bike at the same time. They are in the same grade at school so the 3rd grade music program isn’t just for one of them to perform. They typically get the same developmentally appropriate gift for Christmas and birthdays (bikes, scooters, roller blades), and they will share their high school graduation with their sibling.
So I try to make our ski day special for just them.
I like to think that both of my kids will remember our “Ski Dates” with great fondness when they are older. Telling their own children about the times we spent on the mountain.
But for now, I just tell myself that I am a kick-ass mom.
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This is Casey…
One week into using Rodan+Fields Lash Boost and I have spent HOURS looking at my eyelashes and eyebrows. I have probably spent more time in the last week examining my eyelashes and eyebrows than I ever have before. That includes while I was training myself to put on falsies.
I don’t notice any growth. Which is fine because the company says it will be 4-6 weeks before the eyelashes and brows are conditioned enough to show that they are longer.
FYI, I still haven’t gotten comfortable taking up close pictures of my eyes and their surrounding hair.
As Margaret has mentioned… It is COLD up here in these parts. The Polar Vortex has hit us hard and some of us can’t imagine the end of snow in site. And if you haven’t looked at the calendar lately, it is March. This means: Find stuff to do outside with snow and ice or you will lose your ever lovin mind.
Last weekend, my SHMM (Sexy Hunk a Man Meat) and I went to his parents house to enjoy some snowshoeing and cross country on the lake. The sun was out, it was frigid cold and the ice was everywhere.
The key to enjoying the great outdoors in this weather is the right outerwear. Do not go outside with cheap gloves and mittens. Not worth it. And for the sanity of everyone in your life, do not give your kids crappy gloves, mittens, socks, long underwear, hats and face covers. It’s not worth it. Your kids will be miserable. Your kids will hate you. You will hate your kids. And anyone that can hear them screaming about how cold they are will hate all of you.
SHMM! What a stud!
What do you do during the LONG winter months to not go bat-shit-crazy?
My husband recently had a conference at a ski resort. I tagged along with 2 out of our 3 kids. I have tried skiing on many occasions, and as
athletically inclined as I’d like to think I am, I absolutely, without a doubt,
Can. Not. Ski. It’s not like I haven’t
tried. I have tried short lessons and
day lessons. Each results in frustration
for all involved. I resemble a large
clumsy animal on ice and I spend more of my time in the snow than skiing on top
of it. It’s very deflating. Three instructors have failed me, or rather I
have failed them. I have never left the
bunny hill. So, like any mother who
despises being cold and can’t ski, I booked ski lessons for my two sons, had lunch
at the top of the mountain with husband and his co-workers (it was delish, in
case you were wondering) and then had a massage at the spa. It was wonderful. Until it wasn’t. My massage therapist thought it was her
personal mission to work out EVERY knot on my back. This was not possible without giving me some
serious problems…apparently I carry a lot of tension. I woke up with severe neck pain at 3:00 am. I could turn my head left, but not
right. The right side of my body was
absolutely wrong. This is a problem,
unless you are ambidextrous. Then the
left side of your body can take over, but I’m not. Ambidextrous that is. I can’t even ski.
Part II – Cold and
I got home with two crazy boys and a neck that I could only
turn left. Upon entering, I realize that
the inside of my home seemed COLDER than the outside of my home, which is no
small feat in the dead of a North Idaho winter.
I call husband who I think can walk me through fixing the problem. No answer.
I call my mom and tell her how cold I am. She gives me sympathy, but what else can she
do 1400 miles away?? Eventually husband calls back and tells me he will call
someone he knows to “check it out.” I
spend the next two hours in the down jacket I never took off, gloves and added
another layer of clothing until someone from a local heating company rang my
doorbell. I open the door and invite him
in. He doesn’t take off his dirty wet
work boots before walking across the carpet to inspect the thermostat. Shouldn’t they carry booties to wear over
their boots – especially in winter?? I’m
too cold and in too much pain to speak up about it right now so I just pretend
I don’t see it. If I make him mad, he
may not fix the problem as quickly as he could otherwise. Or overcharge me for being a pain in the ass. At this point he can wear wet dirty wet work
boots or a pink tutu if he can make my house warm. The problem was a dirty flame detector. Problem solved for $65. Small victories.
Part III – The Rash
Back to the neck pain.
I really want to be a natural remedy kind of girl. I want to put lavender on mosquito bites,
drink peppermint water for stomach issues and put frankincense on my wrinkles
for eternally youthful skin. Turns out I
am extremely allergic to essential oils.
I’ve known this for a long time, but have insisted I can overcome these
allergies in the name of being natural.
Well that and I spent a small fortune purchasing all the must have
essential oils which supposedly can treat every ailment from A to Z without any
help from the evil pharmaceutical companies.
When husband got home he offered to give me a neck rub with some Deep
Blue, which is an essential oil blend designed to help with muscle aches and
pains. The next day I woke up with a
horrible rash. Maybe worse than all the
other rashes I’ve ever gotten from essential oils. Combined. So I now have neck pain AND an excruciating
itchy red bumpy rash in the same area.
Fantastic. I spent the next two
weeks begging my family to scratch my neck/back because you can only reach so
much area with a hairbrush and taking scalding hot showers that should have
given me certifiable burns (believe it or not burning your skin feels better
than itching) and swearing off oils for good this time. My mom came to visit for my daughter’s birthday
and I had her pack every single oil I had to take with her. Hasta la vista essential oils.
Lessons From A
Lesson #1: It’s ok to go to a ski resort and not ski,
especially if there are free lunches and dinners involved. Ski resorts are charming and this one in
particular, had cute shops, cafes and breweries. It’s ok to go and just relax. However, I
would advise doing this with a book in front of the fire with a glass of
wine. I don’t think one can get hurt
Lesson #2: I’m all for using your voice. If you have a no shoes policy in your home,
you should be able to ask people to take their shoes off without guilt. BUT, it’s ok if you choose not to when said
people have come to fix a problem you have (like turning the heat back on in
your house) for fear of retaliation.
Being cold is terrible. Being
overcharged is also terrible.
Lesson #3: If you want to be natural, but it causes unnatural results for you, it’s ok to use pharmaceuticals, like the rest of America. My PSA for today is work with what you are given people.
*Sidenote: I forgot to pack swimming trucks for the boys and had to buy some in the gift shop. Casey would die if she knew how much I paid for those trunks. I could have made the boys swim naked and provided her grocery budget for the month.
My Rodan+Fields Lash Boost Serum arrived yesterday and I started using it last night. The gal that sold it to me told me to be sure to take “before” pictures. So I did. The pictures are terrifying. Try taking a super, super close up of one part of your face. I now want a serum to give me a new face. If that is a thing, please let me know. *Margaret and I think we have the comment section of Champagne Chatter working!
Although I have been having personal issues with my disappearing eyebrows for a while now, I didn’t fully understand how drastic the situation was until I looked at the pictures. Not only are my eyebrows nearly gone, they are absolutely unruly.
So I decided to put the Lash Boost on my eyelashes and on my eyebrows to see if I can add some hair to my eyebrows and possibly tame the hair follicles that are already there.
Posted at 10:30 pm by marshawver, on February 28, 2019
This is Margaret…
Everybody knows that North Idaho gets real winters, but this February is one for the books. Literally. This area has not gotten this much snow in February since 1949. We’re getting way more than in 1949. I didn’t think school cancellations existed here except for in the case of a zombie apocalypse. Maybe not even then. So far we’ve had 2 snow days this month. The school district even changed it’s policy to permit two hour delays. We haven’t had one yet, but still. Policies are being changed because of how much it is snowing.
I wish I could say that I am loving it, but I’m really
not. Just typing this is giving me
seasonal depression. It’s not just the
snow. It has rarely been above 30
degrees all month and very little sunshine.
North Idaho is just hanging out in the 20’s, no hurry to get to
spring. Today is February 28th. March will be here tomorrow. I always thought March was supposed to be
springy and spring has definitely not sprung here. It’s buried under feet of snow. I’ve started to worry about the weather
forecasters. People hate them because
they’re always wrong, but I bet their losing friends in droves this February.
Yesterday was trash day.
We shoveled the driveway and a little path for the trash bin and
recycling bin, which live on the side of the house. The snow berm has since iced over since being
shoveled because the other night it was 8 degrees. I’ll repeat that. It was 8 degrees. I can’t believe it either and I live
here. So I went to drag my trash bin
down the driveway in the blizzard du jour and I couldn’t drag it around the
corner of the house because of the frozen solid snow berm. I yank and yank. Nothing.
I tried lifting the trash bin, but it’s heavy and slippery from snow and
ice. After minutes of this I become
increasingly angry. Angry at the snow
berm, angry at the icy trash bin and angry at the weather. I am now cussing. At my trash bin. I temporarily stop wrestling with the trash
bin because it was exhausting. I look
over and my neighbor is watching me in fascination. I scream “I HATE WINTER!!!!!!” I think I scared him. Spring needs to come soon, because I’m
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