Personal Dilemma

Dilemma: Skin care

I know, it's nothing serious but I have to wonder- will it make a difference if I do all the anti aging, moisturizing, cleansing, toning, exfoliating, blah blah blahs? I don't like my birthday already, so what happens when I have wrinkly birthdays? Will I stress out that much more?

My mom looks pretty good. She uses Zest on her face, in the shower... I don't think I know anyone that uses a full skin care regime. (Probably because it's expensive and time consuming, and a little gooey.) Will I look 'pretty good' if I just keep using Rowan's baby wash? Baby wash, by the way, does not seem to be reducing my acne. Go figure. Maybe I should try diaper cream- it reduces redness and irritation right?

Confession: I used diaper cream on my hands last night. Desitin may not work on my kids bums but my hands sure felt better... and that wonderful french manicure that comes with it...

Anyway. Back to business.

Currently we are moving into the skin chapter at school. It is actually the most difficult and thorough chapter in the entire book and should take forever. I am so excited! I love skin- especially facials and make up. I would love to be a make up artist... and I don't even need a cosmetology license for that! Anyhow, every chapter I find myself doing my own personal version of research. I have all the fake nail junk I need to suit up a prom, hair stuff galore -and oh how I always need more- and now skin.

Need I tell you how extensive this research could be? Let's just sum it up- anyone who needs anything from Beauticontrol call me... I bought a pack for school facials, mini manis and mini pedis and now have access to a good discount for two more weeks (that means my research cost me enough to benefit you. Read as 'sucker' although this time I had pre planned and was not impulse buying. I guess I am not a 'sucker' for once!)... the discount is all yours. As long as you promise to tell me if you are looking as young as you feel!

Another personal dilemma: I confessed at girls night about a class I want to take (only because I think it could be fun...I have no idea why it would be fun, but it strikes me that way... I couldn't tell if people got what I was trying to say) and am now living in fear that the women in my ward think I am a nut. Or a creeper. Their faces said it all and I wished right away that I never let out my secret! I feel sick.

That's a new word I learned this week. Creeper. But I don't think I want to be a creeper. That sounds... creepy. And weird. And old man-ish. And ickky.

I had to tell Randy not to be worried if people gave him weird looks on Sunday.... When do I quit embarrassing myself in public? Ever? Why can I never shut my mouth and keep my weirdest ideas to myself?

Conversations with our daughter:

Upon driving home from the State Wrestling Tournament (yes!!! Go RAVENWOOD!!! I am so proud of Randy and his team -They are doing AWESOME!!!) and pulling into our driveway I found myself in conversation with Mikayla. Keep in mind that in the past week I have seen her far less than normal because of school and wrestling schedules... and this is one of the first conversations I feel like I have had all week with her. We started talking about anything and everything. And then we ended up here-

"Mommy, I wish we were a skunk family. It would be so fun to stink together."

And then Rowan promptly tooted in my face as I pulled him out of the car seat.