This is one post that I thought I WOULD NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS write about – my skin care regimen! Enough people showed interest in what I do for skin care that I’m actually writing about it.

In fact, here’s the picture that started it all…

The only filter I used was one to improve the evenness of color because I’m sick in the pic but just HAD to show off my, now, bracket-free chompers. Oh glorious day!

I was terrified of posting this pic because I’m not wearing ANY make-up at all. People would see my redness and some of my wrinkles. As a woman, God, forbid that I should do something natural like, I dunno, AGE? Succumb to the fact that I’m getting older? Share my secrets of witchcraft that allow me to stay the ravages of time?!?!

Ok, I lied on the last one; but you get the gist. We (men and women – though more tough and stringent for women) are held to a completely unrealistic standard of beauty. But we can fight back. We can embrace whatever standard of beauty we choose whether it be sans makeup or full on Sephora product test makeover.

For me, I don’t wear makeup often any more. In fact, I wear it maybe once a month; but it wasn’t always that way. In fact, there wasn’t much choice between makeup and no makeup because I was so embarrassed by my skin. Cover-up, foundation, and powder were my holy trinity of hiding my numerous blemishes. Even just remembering the shame I felt about my skin has little Freya, my dog – the one that doesn’t seek affection, curling up next to me offering her silent comfort and support.

My first zit? Kindergarten. No, I’m NOT kidding. Ask my mom (if you know her) about showing me how to use OXY cream. The acne slowly began to worsen. In fourth grade, my dad tried to cheer me up by telling me that by the time I make it to High School… all of my friends will be battling acne while I will have grown out of it. Yeah, he meant well  that Liar-Liar-Pants-on-Fire.

So, Bonnie, WHEN did your skin improve? It wasn’t until my 30’s. Seriously. I was still breaking out, using Clean and Clear, and a few prescription medications. However, it wasn’t until a dietician that had similar skin afflictions sat me down and shared some serious knowledge with me.

Acne can be set off by any number of reasons; but what really makes it stay and not go away if your skin is clean and well taken care of? Most of the time, it’s hormones. Most people have skin that’s hormone sensitive. If you don’t… well, then, aren’t you a lucky b*tch?!?! Can anything be done about it?

Absolutely!

Ask yourself, “Do I need to wear makeup today?”
Make sure that your skin is makeup free as often as possible. We live in a DIRTY, DIRTY place. All the crap that we inhale and that our skin has to protect us from takes its toll. So, with our skin cranking out the natural protectant, sebum, letting bacteria and other particulates blend with sebum that’s trying to fight pollution and other invaders is like turning your skin into a petri dish.

If you’re going to remove your makeup before cleansing your skin, I recommend Neutrogena Makeup Removing and Cleansing Wipes. They don’t irritate my skin and cut through waterproof eye makeup. If you think you need a bit more oomph, try some Micellar Water and a washcloth or a soft rag.

What about cleansing your skin? For me? It’s either Dove Sensitive when my skin is doing ok and not irritated for whatever reason. And, during times that it’s pissed off at me… Nivea Creme Bar. If I need to exfoliate (I don’t exfoliate every day. It increases my inflammation), I use either a strip of exfoliating cloth or exfoliating gloves. One of the best tools in my skin care arsenal is my Clarisonic Mia2. Now, I didn’t pay “sticker” for mine. Buying a used Clairsonic handle isn’t gross as long as you are using new brushes. For me, I use off-brand, sensitive brushes on low speed.

Moisturize! DO IT!

I have FIVE Holy Grail products.

1. Almond Oil: it’s a great universal oil. As long as you don’t contaminate it, a 4 oz bottle should stay ok for the time it takes to use it. I use this oil as my primary moisturizer whether just be cheek and forehead or around my eyes. This stuff is a great everyday moisturizer.
2. Nivea Soft: I use this as my skin protectant. It has SPF in it, and makes my skin feel amazing – not to mention… it’s CHEAP! But, don’t let the fact it’s cheap make you think it’s a crap product. I wouldn’t put it on my skin if it were. I’ve used $225 moisturizer that didn’t do what Soft could – protect my skin while keeping it soft.
3. Tea Tree Oil: Yeah. It smells a bit funky, but it’s AWESOME for breakouts and any other skin injury that’s at risk from bacteria. It’s antibacterial and antifungal. If you have kids, then you know how prevalent ringworm has been since Hurricane Harvey. Create a 1:1:0.25 mixture of Tea Tree Oil:Almond Oil:Peppermint Oil for a spray bottle to use if you have pets that show signs of ringworm. Yeah, good luck keeping them still to spray them, but this stuff WORKS!
4. Peppermint Oil: Holy COW! Does your skin ever get irritated or get hot flashes not related to menopause? Meet your BFF Peppermint Oil! I’ll put some body lotion in a spray bottle, thin it with almond oil, and add a little bit of peppermint oil at a time until I discover the perfect mix. It’s trial and error. What may be too weak for one could be too strong for another. When your skin gets hot or reddens or itches like mad, take your spray bottle and spray the irritated areas and rub the mixture in to the unhappy area. POOF! No more angry skin!!!
5. Retin-A: A lot of people use this stuff as an anti-aging cream. I use it to keep the demon acne away! This is the only product that works for me. Seriously. I’ve tried everything except Accutane. That would have been my next step. I apply this twice daily after applying both oil to soften to skin and increase absorption and Nivea Soft as my protectant.

OK! That’s my secret. Not much of one, but this is my routine. There are days that I wear makeup. I make sure my skin is treated first. When I worked at Sephora, I learned new and interesting ways of prolonging shelf lives and keeping skin blemish free. For that? TOOLS! Not just any tools either… some prefer sponges while others prefer brushes. I’m a hardcore brush girl and disposable cotton applicators. I don’t double dip either. I’ll apply what I need either to the back of my hand or makeup palette.

When wearing makeup, the two best things you can do? After your done applying your look, use translucent powder to seal and makeup sealant spray. It’ll prolong your look! When you start to shine, use blotting papers! USE. BLOTTING. PAPERS. Don’t add more powder to incubate whatever is currently living on your face.

Finally…. GET SLEEP AND DRINK LOADS OF WATER.

And that’s it. Longer than a water bill and but shorter than a cell bill!

If you ever have any questions about a makeup product, skin care, etc… contact me. My days with Sephora have got to be good for something!!!

Dear Teachers,

Congrats on choosing the most important job in the world – the shaping of young minds. One such young mind, myself, is pictured here in my first selfie in 1984. It was totally accidental on one of those old 35mm cartridge cameras. I love the red tongue from the sugar-free popsicle I was eating.

But, this pic says everything about me that I’d like to share with you except for two things:
1. My father had little control of his temper and would abuse (sans-hitting) me and my mother.
2. I had undiagnosed ADHD because it manifests differently in girls – something not widely known back then.

I was a sweet kid and often one of the favorites because I genuinely wanted to learn and would help my classmates without hesitation. My standardized test scores would usually score somewhere in the top 10% and were sometimes the highest in my grade.

The thing is… I sucked at being in a classroom. No. I wasn’t disruptive. No. I didn’t pester fellow students. What would I do? My brain would get hijacked by ADHD and would, what I like to call, roll. Basically, it looked like I was daydreaming, and, in a way, I was but I had no control over it. It was something I couldn’t stop.

I couldn’t focus if my life depended on it, and it did. My dad would lose it over my grades and out would come the insults and the yelling and screaming and the throwing of stuff which was terrifying.

I was 9 y/0 the first time I dissociated during one of his tantrums. I call/called it the mini-blind effect. Some light would get through but not all. Translation: some messages would get through so I could nod at the appropriate time, but I was almost fully checked out. Thank you, Amygdala.

As a result, my Sympathetic and Parasympathic systems were constantly in flux and in recovery. I don’t think I got a break from the fear-adrenalized feeling that I had every day until I was 19 y/o.

But, I’m not telling you all of this for sympathy. I’m sharing this so that what I am about to say will make sense.

It goes without saying that you have the hardest job in the world. Really. You really do. You’re partly responsible for all of these young minds and what they learn. So, when a kid isn’t “pulling their weight”, I can imagine your frustration. You’re trying to HELP THEM, and they WON’T HELP THEMSELVES. That has got to be the ultimate “must-take-deep-breaths-and-stay-calm” issue.

This kid isn’t doing their work, but do they ever seem “checked out”? Do they ever seem overly nice? Do they ever overreact when corrected? Does their self-esteem seem off? Do THEY SEEM OFF?

Between the abuse and ADHD, school was HELL for me unless I had a great teacher, and I had far more of those than bad ones, but I remember those bad teachers to this day and still have some resentment toward them. The last bad teacher I ever had killed the desire for me to ever be a teacher. So, if I had a year (third grade, 1/2 of 5th grade, and a couple of HS teachers) where my teacher was awful AND had my father to fear at home… well, you get the picture. ::ADHD dancing with glee around in my head::

I know that you love your job. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t do it. I love that you love your job! I love that you chose a career of service. I hope that you chose it because you want to make a difference. If you did choose it to make a difference, I’m sure you’re achieving that goal!

Here’s one way to go the extra mile and be the great teacher. Look for any of the signs I mentioned above and think about any of your kids and whether it’s really daydreaming or if maybe they’ve checked out because their brains are just tired from all the garbage that their little minds aren’t meant to deal with EVERY SINGLE DAY.

I wish you all the best of luck and give thanks every day that you are a teacher!

Most Sincerely,
That Kid That’s Smart But Isn’t Applying Themself

 

… GRIEF?

I’m late for grief? So, do I grieve wrong – or some other such nonsense?

Yes. And, No.

Really what this is all about is this long crying jag I had in the car today on my way home from the doctor’s office. Ah, the doctor’s office – home of all stressors!

I had surgery on my left Achilles tendon and heel in mid January. This was no small or minor surgery. It involved an Osteotomy (a removal of part of my heel bone), a graft onto my Achilles, and the whole thing reattached to my heel. Basically, my surgeon created better anatomy.

Anyway, even though I’m progressing along at a faster rate of healing than expected, there are days when I swear it would hurt less to stab myself. The amount of swelling against the healed scar makes for a nerve stew that feels like the scar is on fire. Yes, ON F**KING FIRE. Really. FIRE!

Nothing came of my appointment today that I would consider useful. In fact, there were a few very blatant HIPPA violations. Pain + Privacy Issues… well, you can see where this is going to end up. After having my identity stolen TWICE, I’ve got some very strong opinions on privacy and the protection thereof.

So, as I was hobbling the 1/4 mile to my car with the assistance/hindrance of crutches, my mind and body were wearing down. I just stared at the floor only to occasionally look up so I wouldn’t collide with anyone or anything. Normally, my head is up and attention on everything around me… only this time I had something I wanted to hide.

I didn’t want anyone to see the tears in my eyes.

I wasn’t crying because of the physical pain as horrible as it was. I wasn’t crying because I was frustrated with the situation. I was crying because of something that happened on Thursday March 24th.

You see… our pack lost a member. We had to let Thora go. Cancer. While she had lived a very, very long and very, very, very happy life, she was the Heart of the Pack. Everyone thinks their dog is special. However, not all dogs can be the most special.

What set Thora apart was her ability to figure out what anyone, whether it be a known friend or stranger, needed emotionally. She knew when someone was hurting and would seek them out. She knew when someone was lonely and would flop her head on their knee. She just knew. And, this isn’t some romantic twaddle after the fact. It’s the truth.

In fact, she hated all of her prospective adoptive parents. Seriously. She was scheduled to be put down when we got a call out of the blue (still don’t know how they got our number) telling us that if we didn’t come – no one would. We knew she had temperament issues, but we figured we’d see when we got there.

The animal control officer brought her out, she looked straight at us, and she tugged as hard as she could to get to us all the while her tail was wagging faster than a hummingbird’s wings trying to get away from a hawk. It was bizarre and wonderful.

She’d been waiting for us.

We went though so much together. SO MUCH. I lost and gained my mind. We lost so many wanted pregnancies. Jeffrey, our beloved basset and her BFF, passed away which led us to get Lucian, our GSD, because Thora stopped eating. That scared the s**t out of us. We bought our first home. We had our first experience with owning a LEMON and dumped it ASAP for a better vehicle. And, we lost so many people that we love. I say LOVE and not LOVED on purpose.

So, three weeks ago, I took Thora to see a specialist, Dr. Todd McCoy – a canine dentist, about a growth in her jaw. Deep down, I knew it was cancer. I think Jason did, too. We just wanted to be 100%. Dr. McCoy was one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. I think it was harder for him to deliver the news than it was for me to hear it. He teared up at the end of our visit as he was saying goodbye to Thora, and he’d only met her once. He looked at me and said, “She really is as special as Dr. Kuecker said she is,” and he smiled through his tears.

“Yes. Yes, she really is. I think they sent me to you because they couldn’t bear to tell me.”

The following Thursday came, and Thora’s favorite vet tech was there – Candace. We love Candace, and Candace LOOOOOOVES Thora. Candace was there to help us, and I couldn’t have been more grateful. How do you thank someone that loves your dog as as much as you do that is going to help your dog die? My Granny, many years ago – I think I was 14 – said that the kindest thing you can do for your dog is to help them die if their natural death would be a slow and painful decline. I shared that with Candace, and I could tell that it meant a lot to her that we really were so grateful to her for her compassion.

(sidenote: I’m crying as I write this.)

Thora got her first shot which was an anesthetic which made her fall asleep and feel no pain when the second shot would stop her heart. We sat there for 10 minutes after the first shot as she fell asleep. Thora was struggling to stay awake, and I could tell she wanted something. So, I sat down in front of her, she put her head in my lap, and she looked up at me as if to say, “Hey, don’t be sad Mom. I’m here.” Then, she fell asleep for the last time.

We left before the second shot. Candace was with her, and death isn’t pretty. Thora wasn’t aware, and we knew that she would cross the rainbow bridge with the help from her friend, Candace.

I cried but not that much. I thought that maybe I’d been granted a reprieve from the kind of grief I’ve felt in the past because I’m now a practicing Buddhist. However, there was a part of me that knew I was intellectualizing. I even said it out loud.

There was plenty of sadness and tears between then and today just not as much I thought here would be for someone whom had been such a huge and important part of my life. There were plenty of passing thoughts of… “Delayed Grief, again?” But, I brushed it aside knowing that if it was Delayed Grief, it would come, and it would be by some weird trigger.

So, what is Delayed Grief? It’s the GMO of emotions. Just kidding. Well, sort of. Delayed Grief in individuals that would be considered normal or gifted in development is when the mind shunts grief aside to deal with at a later date. That’s the most simplistic explanation I can think of. It usually develops as by-product of the coping tools that children of abuse develop in order to survive the abuse. Most fellow survivors I’ve spoken with have shared with me how they felt emotionally stunted at times because showing emotion draws attention. We learned not to show emotion in front of our abuser in order to try to avoid abuse.

Eventually, you no longer become aware that you’re shoving emotions aside. Your mind does it for you.

So, here I’ve been over the past week going about my business. My foot started hurting. REALLY, REALLY HURTING. ON FIRE AND SWOLLEN HURTING. My doctor’s PA heard maybe 2/3 of what I was saying to her. I could tell because she’d repeat the exact opposite of what I told her just a few minutes later. Some person I didn’t even know was eavesdropping in on my private appointment. I was tired. I had to hike 1/4 mile to my car. My mind finally hit the barrier that I so badly needed to hit and break. I needed to grieve. I STILL NEED TO GRIEVE EVEN MORE.

And, so… I might be late, but there is no right or wrong when it comes to grief. I miss her. I miss her so much, and now that I’m REALLY feeling it – I can understand better what my husband has been feeling. Not that I didn’t understand before… I did. But, I can feel it alongside him, now.

And, I can also feel what Lucian must be feeling, too. He lost his BFF. We’re not ready for another dog. He’s going to get lots of play dates with his friends, but I know he’s sad because he just isn’t himself.

We all love her. Anyone that she trusted had her trust for life. She was so kind and so smart. She was our “Once In A Lifetime Dog”.