Makeup, Middle Age, and That Man at McDonalds...

I actually made a list of stuff to write about today while driving to work this morning because so many things tend to slip of out of this brain of mine...and so fast. I think I have an airhole or something up there. I'm sure it will be random stuff...morning musings...whatever...but I've used those words as titles already...so not to bore you...I came up with something much more exciting. (Heh.)

First...TO THAT MAN SMOKING A CIGARETTE BEHIND MCDONALD'S THIS MORNING WHEN I WAS IN THE DRIVE-THRU: What-cha-staring-at? Huh? Just so you know....you were really freaking me out.

I am having a really good hair day today. I can't say that often. But today...I am looking so good. Yeah, uh-huh. I am. I would like to take this time to tell Halle Berry that she is so right about that Revlon Fabulash mascara. Girl...you know your stuff...even though I'm thinking I'd tell the world that one mascara is better than another if you paid me a million dollars. Nobody's paying me...but I think I like Fabulash better than Great Lash (even though Great Lash pink and green tube is much cooler) which I have been using since I first decided to paint my eyelashes many moons ago. I accidently bought black when I usually buy brown. But it will do this time. But this stuff actually does more than just color my eyelashes...it actually does add length. Pretty good stuff. I have a few more product reviews so just hang on there...(this may be a long post, by the way...I'll try to keep it as interesting as I possibly can.) My new favorites for the lips...Clinique Color Surge Bare Brilliance in Water Violet and Clinique Colour Surge Impossibly Glossy Lip Gloss. So so so pretty...not bright color but it keeps my lips soft and tinted. I like that. A and M think that "no lips" is the most horrible thing. So I've finally found something I really like and don't mind wearing on my lips. If you're in the market for anti-aging treatments...I whole-heartedly recommend Avon products. I love the Ultimate creams especially the eye cream, the Alternative anti-aging treatment, and Becoming Damage repair. Can you tell I have this obsession for not looking my age? Uh, yeah. The Becoming makeup is wonderful, too. Yes, this is how I'm going to look forty when I'm sixty...which is a new goal I have since yesterday.

I really need to do something about my obsession for fast food. I don't want to have great skin but be fat and unfit when I get forty. Yeah, I need to work on that.

I love learning new words and phrases. It seems lately that I'm picking them up mostly from the extremely cool blogs that I read. (See my list.) My favorites lately..."brain fart," "get jiggy," "earworm," "it's all good." You know...it seems like there was another one...that airhole again. Airhole just isn't as cool as brain fart. Brain fart. Oh, and did you know that the word, "catholic," doesn't always have to be capitalized? Uncapitalized, it means "broad range, all-inclusive, liberal." Huh, I figured it was always capitalized and was an organized religion. I love learning.

I think I dreamed about going to France last night but I'm not sure...cause I don't often remember my dreams. Except when I was dreaming about everybody except Bo Bice...and I really WANTED to dream about Bo Bice. I think I was in France...and I was trying to talk to people...and I was trying really hard to listen to everybody. I don't remember how I did. But I woke in America.

When I take an Ambien (and I do it pretty regularly so that I can go to bed and actually get some sleep), I forget everything that happens between the time I take the pill and the time I wake up. The other night, I took one and then decided to call my friend, JL. I don't remember the conversation. The next day, I vaguely remembered talking to her but not what I said...so I had to call her and tell her that I wasn't drunk when I called her...I was just on drugs. Legal...and prescribed by a physician. It would have been much more interesting to leave the legal and prescibed part off but due to reasons that I don't feel like boring you with...I felt the need to include that disclaimer.

I totally could not find my strobe light last night. My favorite saint has always been St. Anthony. We've got this connection thing going. I love him and he always comes through for me. I was stressing over where I put my strobe light...so I prayed St. Anthony's prayer..."Something's lost and can't be found. St. Anthony have a look around." Then I think I just thought..."Jesus lost, Jesus found." I don't even think I said it...just thought it. And BAM! I remembered where it was. It was like a flash of lightening. Really wild! Pretty cool if you ask me. Which you didn't but I told you anyway. Now, I have my strobe light. We can get jiggy now. (Oh, Jules...if you happen to read this...Thanks!)

Now...the subject of "middle age" came up this week and has caused a stir of emotions within me. A student in my French class interviewed me for an English assignment. Then she wrote an essay from the interview. On a whole, it was fine. But one line in the essay really stunned me. "When you first look at Marybeth, you see a middle-aged woman with light brown hair and hazel eyes." The essay goes on to say how wonderful I am. She got that part right...but exactly what does a middle aged woman look like? I have you know I am planning to live to at least 100 so I won't hit middle age until I'm 50...so I have 14 years at the very least til I hit middle age. By then, I may plan to live longer thus pushing middle age til I'm even older. You know, I don't mind getting older...I just don't to look old. I used to have an obsession with my weight...but I guess I just got tired of fighting that. Now my obsession is looking young. I'm thinking with the help of Avon...I should do a little better than the weight thing. Somebody tell me...what exactly does a "middle-aged" woman look like?

I saw something on the news this morning that just irked me to no end. It was a story about the evangelical church/movement in America. Okay...yall know that I do not condemn religion or faith in any way. But let me tell you, the preacher they interviewed looked like a snake...and sounded like one, too. He said these words..."Every Sunday, people vote by choosing what church they go to. Now, I don't mean to be boastful but I am winning." Then he went off into this real evil-sounding laugh. He was really scary. What exactly is he winning? It just seemed like his heart wasn't in the right place. But I guess that's me judging which is wrong, too. But man, I was really freaked out by him. I kept thinking...is this man the devil? Weird. I don't know why I'm even writing about it...but I guess it bothered me that much.

Okay...that's my list. I have class today. Uh, French class, that is. I wish I could leave after class but alas, I'll be here until 4:30...at which time, I will race home to tirelessly, prepare for the par-tay tomorrow. WhoooHooooo! I'm expecting the girls tonight, too...so this ought to be a very, very busy weekend! Oh, and it's blasted cold here. Our flapper dresses are sleeveless. This is the year that I should have been an Eskimo.