Broadway Nails imPress Press- on Maicure

So a few days ago i received my imPress manicure Voxbox from influenster!
 And ive got to say im loving them already, they are sturdy, fast and easy to use. As a florist my hands are constantly wet and being used and these managed to stay on better than glue on nails did! i was extremelly impressed and could not thank them enough for sending me these products for free! They do wear aroud the edges after about a week, but that is nothing compared to nail polish or actual glue ons! They are so shiny and dont get less shiny the longer you wear them! they have a great life on these im going on week two and they are still holding on great. granted i did buff my cuticles off and i did dehydrate my nails which may have helped but either way they are amazing for the price point!
Thank you gain imPress nails!

Facebook - I'm over it

Originally, when I signed up for Facebook it was fun. In a demented way, there was something intriguing about peeking into the photos and lives of "friends" who I hadn't talked to for years. Sort of. It didn't take long for the spell to wear off though and I started to feel like I was in high school all over again. And I hated high school.

A former friend, who ditched me years ago for cooler friends, invited me to join. Out of pity, maybe, out of her desire to increase her "friends", probably, in sincere attempt to reestablish our friendship, No. And I, stupidly, joined up. Daily I got emails telling me about friend updates and photos being added, etc, etc, etc. Crap I barely cared about anyway but felt required to look at. And I did. And day by day I felt worse and worse and worse about myself and my life and what I had to post up there. And it finally came to a head this week ( maybe two years since I joined) when I realized that while I was looking at the photos of my two former best friends still hanging out after all these years (notice, I wasn't in the photo) that I hated seeing these things and they just made me feel sad and bitter. Jealous even. And I rarely feel that particular emotion. So I deleted my account. Just like that. And I still feel a little weird about it but the sadness and bitterness is fading. I'll never understand why some friendships last and some don't. I'll never understand why I'm never quite good enough to keep as a friend. I'll just never been cool enough to hang with the cool kids so to speak.

Was it all bad? No. I was found by an old friend who I am very glad found me and we keep in touch and even hang out on weekends. Her husband and mine get along great and my kids love them. I am very grateful to Facebook for that.

As for everything else, the phoney "friend" invites, the lame applications and the New Facebook, I'm glad it's out of my life. I'm what I would call an Urban Hermit. Work from home on a computer for many, many hours a day. Don't go out much. Don't have many friends and, except for my husband's family, have no family living anywhere nearby. And Facebook was a nice distraction from my daily grind but when that distraction starts upsetting you it's time to call it quits. It feels like I've abruptly quit smoking. I don't know what to do with my personal time on the computer. Check the emails....visit wikipedia....*sigh* Maybe I'll find something else to do on the internet. Or maybe I should just shut if off and go outside. Hopefully the Facebook thing will be over soon and we can all go outside and talk to people in person again.

A sad commentary on modern families.

Currently I am working at my computer. Yes, I am actually doing work but am on a momentary break. My Husband is murdering and killing things on his Xbox. My 4 year old is upstairs watching cartoons. My 13 year old is watching a movie in another room. Now this isn't really the norm around here but it does occur from time to time. How sad. I think we are a realistic snapshot of many, many families these days. Luckily for us I work from home and am at least present (in body, anyway). Which is good considering the number of hours I work a day. They'd never see me otherwise. Of course if I worked out of the house I suppose work would begin and end around the same time every day and I would get weekends off and paid holidays. It's wonderful when technology can allow you to work from home and pathetic when you yearn for the good old days of working in an office and seeing other adults everyday. And no, hubby doesn't count. He's just a third kid.

Alberta Advantage?!?!?!?! PAH!

Well, I've had about enough of this boom crap. Don't know about anyone else around here but I am truly tired of the crowds everywhere I try to go. The drives that used to be reasonably relaxed and unhurried have become a rush in great groups of cars to get anywhere. Every time I go to purchase something I am stuck in a long line up to pay, every time I want to eat somewhere I give up and leave due to the ridiculous wait times and line ups. I HATE IT. This used to be a nice place to live. The weather sucks often, yes, but at least if you had to go anywhere and do anything you could do it without much trouble. Now you go to buy something, there's nothing left on the shelves. There's no staff to help you find anything and any staff you can find are so indifferent to being at work that they truly don't care about helping you and really have no intention even if you stop them. Incompetence reins supreme in this town these days. Stores have to put up with unqualified, uninterested, unintelligent staff just because they can't get anyone else to take their job. I'm sick to death of this whole boom. I keep telling my husband we need to run away. And we might yet. Houses that were $400 000 two years ago are now $900 000!!! Unless we run away somewhere beyond the reach of this God forsaken boom, we couldn't even afford a pot to piss in.

Christmas, Christmas, STRESS is here....

And another Christmas comes and I haven't done any of the things I would like to do to prepare. My house isn't very decorated, my gifts aren't original or even thoughtful at this point. If you asked for socks, that's what you're getting. Exciting when you just get what you ask for and no surprises. Sadly, I haven't the time to worry about it except while I type this blog. My intent is once I'm done, the guilt is out there and released from my thoughts and conscience.

We all need more "stuff" like we need a hole in the head anyway. I can't keep the crap I own now free from dust, what do I need more stuff for?? My kids certainly don't need anything. Yes, I am one of those mean Mommies who actually tell people not to buy my kids anything. They have toys. If they don't play with them, then "poof!" the Goodwill Fairy appears and bags it all up and takes it off to the Goodwill store. So why buy them more things that I will most likely be dropping off at the second hand store by February? Do me a favor, buy them something and give it to Santa's anonymous or some such organization. And then tell them you did that. They won't miss the toy they never had and someone else would benefit from the kindness.

work, work, work

Seems lately that's all there is around here is work. Hubby is working 6 and 7 days a week as they are so busy and other than boring old working for pay, there is boring old housework to be done as well. Soon my own work will be kicking into high gear as the busy winter season approaches and I will be working 6 days a week as well. And the sad thing is that with life's expenses slowly inching their way higher and higher, we certainly don't seem to be getting any enjoyment out of the extra wages. We haven't the time to enjoy anything with the amount of hours we work. Oh how I long for a quieter age, a slower age. When life was more simple. Soon it will be winter here and with that will come snow and cold temperatures. Then, sadly, I will be even more sequestered in my lonely basement office, not to go out until spring. I may as well hibernate. If that paid well, I would.

As any who may read this can tell, I am in rather dreary spirits today and am not fit for conversation. On that happy note I will bid thee farewell for today.

Family Politics

So I get this weird email the other day from my sister saying that it's come to her attention that someone has told Mom and Dad about her Son's medical condition and she really didn't want them to...blah, blah and so on. I realized, while reading the email, that I had no idea what she was talking about so emailed her basically saying just that. Not two minutes later I get a phone call from her and she's using "the voice". Now, since you don't know any of my sisters, this one in particular has a way of speaking down to you when she's pissed off where she is trying to sound like something is no big deal and she's not mad when in reality it is and she is. So she goes on to tell me that she's sure "you didn't know" not to tell Mom and Dad and all this stuff. Apparently it's me she's mad at and I still have no idea what she's talking about. Not a clue. So I asked her what medical condition and it turns out it's a psychiatric condition, firstly, and secondly she's the only one who's diagnosed this condition and thirdly, this was the first I'd heard of it. So I know it wasn't me, I told her so and she said things like "well I'm sure I told you, I remember I could hear you clicking away on your computer while we talked. You probably just don't remember." Well although I do tend to not really listen all that close to what's going on when I'm working, I am quite POSITIVE I would remember something like this. Geez. And besides that if I didn't remember how on earth would I remember to tell Mom and Dad. And of all my siblings I would say I am by far the most tight lipped. I don't tell Mom and Dad squat. Especially other people's news. I just don't do that. And I also don't spend alot of time, if any, gossiping about my siblings. They're all mental, Mom and Dad know that, nothing to discuss. So I emailed my other sister who lives in the town with my parents and told her to phone me when she had some time (works long night shifts and weird days) and when she called me she said " Oh, that was me" NICE. So in the mean time, the other sister had called everyone and told them that I had blabbed when in fact I had not. I'm not a blabber. But they likely all think I am. THIS is exactly why I am happy I don't live near any of my family. I miss them all alot often but when things like this come up, I remember why I'm glad I don't have to deal with them every day.

I think the moral of this story is don't selectively keep secrets. It will always bite you in the ass.