by Joey | Oct 16, 2016 | Real Life
You know that scene in Forest Gump where he’s running forever in the same direction and everyone thinks it’s just the best thing ever? And then suddenly he decides I think I’ll go home now? That’s me right now. I think I’ll go home.
This year, I’ve come to the realization that I’ve kept hold of things, I mean white-knuckled-death-grip on things that were no longer bringing me joy or serving purpose because I never allowed for myself to entertain the idea of letting them go.
I don’t know how that happens exactly, but I’ve also come to the understanding that I’m not alone in this. I’m thirty years old, and only just now am I giving myself the permission I’ve needed to just be my damn self.
I’ve accepted my quirks and weirdness and would prefer not to keep any of it tucked away, hidden for fear of judgement. I’ve started to find my people, and with that I’ve learned what unconditional love and full acceptance actually feels like. And for the first time in my entire life I feel like I actually can do what I want, and that being myself isn’t anything to be ashamed of.
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I’ve spent most of my life being told who I am and worse what I am. I was bullied in middle and high school for being quirky and weird, for not fitting in. I was called slut and whore for being friendly. I got chastised for talking too loud only to then have my silence misinterpreted as bitchiness. It always seemed that no matter which way I stepped, I was wrong. So after a while, I stopped bothering.
And that’s where I messed up. That’s where I failed. I stopped using my voice. I stopped trying. I allowed myself to be boxed in and bullied into submission. I allowed opinions louder than my own dictate my life.
I’ve chosen my own path. I’m doing my own thing. But if I keep it all to myself what the hell good is that doing? I’ve spent the majority of my life quietly rebelling, slamming my shoulders into the walls praying they’ll come crumbling down quietly.
And that stops now.
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by Joey | Oct 16, 2016 | Real Life
I called my mom the other day.
Mom? There’s pink mildew all over the walls in my shower.
Gross, I know.
And the truth is, I keep a pretty clean home. It’s not as clean as my friend’s house because I don’t have OCD…but it’s clean enough considering human beings live in it. And maybe I’m just one of those useless, selfish, entitled millennials, but I didn’t really ever learn how to properly clean my shower. I was allowed to spend my childhood running around outside with my friends using my imagination and getting dirty; I was rarely bogged down with a chore list a mile long.
Back to my dirty shower. It was pretty gross. Now, I don’t know why this is, but every place I’ve lived has had showers that behave differently. Take the house we had in Buies Creek for example. I could quickly wipe those walls down mid-shower and it stayed pretty dang clean. But this shower? No. Take two showers and it looks like it belongs to two college dudes who don’t own any cleaning supplies.
Just kidding.
It probably wasn’t that bad.
Now, I’m crazy sensitive to cleaning supplies and bleach. I blame it on that one time I mopped my entire kitchen with bleach in college. I didn’t know any better, okay? So now whenever I’m in the same room as bleach, I feel sick for days.
But you need something with bleach in it, my mom insisted. Apparently once mildew is involved you can’t really get away without it. Fine.
So I picked up the Kaboom No Drip Mold & Mildew Stain Remover with Bleach. Maybe it was the purple bottle, I can’t be too sure, but something about it made me think it would be the least offensive of the bunch.
What you need to scrub your shower:
- Kaboom No Drop Mold & Mildew Stain Remover with Bleach
- Rubber Gloves
- Scrubber brush
- Mask (or your dog’s bandana works just fine if you’re like me and forgot to buy a mask).
I sprayed that shit all over the walls and left it. I pounded out some work. I made myself some breakfast. I took my dear sweet time. And then finally, when I couldn’t ignore it any longer, I headed in.
Y’all. My shower looked brand freaking new, and I didn’t have to kill myself with the scrubbing. And better still, I never got that sick bleach feeling.
I’ve tried everything. over the years. We’re talking straight Clorox down to Borax. The real trick here is getting something that will STAY IN PLACE after you spray it. Especially if you’re dealing with pesky mildew.
Tell me your grossest shower story below!
by Joey | Oct 16, 2016 | Loves
I have a love/hate relationship with lipstick. I love the idea of it but kind of hate wearing it. It’s either uncomfortable or once I walk out into the light of day I realize it looks ridiculous.
And don’t even get me started on the kind of lipsticks you have to babysit.
You know the ones I’m talking about.
I tend to lean on the natural side of the makeup spectrum. I can totally appreciate a full on face of makeup, but that sort of thing just doesn’t fit into my life very often.
So when it comes to looking put together without looking silly, a your lips but better lipstick is a must. And trust me, I’ve been on the hunt for one for way too long.
And then I accidentally found a combo that worked like a dream!
Rimmel Kate Moss: 104 + Loreal Paris Colour Riche Balm: 818: Nourishing Nude
The Rimmel lipstick is a semi-matte finish, and if I’m totally honest I’m so over matte lipstick. It’s like the word fetch–stop trying to make it happen, okay? It looks good on like 2% of the population, and if you’ve got lined lips like mine, forget it.
So while I like the color, I rarely wore it. It was comfortable enough, but like most matte lipsticks it was slightly drying. No thanks.
Slipping the Loreal Colour Riche Balm on top was a game changer though. Not only did it soften up the color, it created a buttery, glossy, dreamy feel on the lips. Yes, please!
Better still, you can pick up this duo on one of your weekly Target trips (don’t lie, you know you’re there at least once a week).
Do you have a favorite “my lips but better” lipstick or combo? Share it below!
