2017 Skin Care Review

Well hello there gorgeous! I will be going over a few skin care items that I have tried, love, and implemented into my routine. I should have started this skin care craze years ago!

Dr. Brandt Oxygen Facial Flash Recovery Mask 1.4 oz $70.00

I ordered this from Sephora.com. This mask is for all skin types, and it purifies and brightens skin. You can leave it on 3-5 minutes, and yes.. enjoy the ride!! Personally, I love how this feels on my face! Like bubbles buzzing around! I feel

Tatcha The Deep Cleanse 5 oz/150 mL $38.00

I ordered this from Sephora.com, and then again on TATCHA.com. This face wash is for all skin types. I love the smell and the small exfoliant beads in this. My face feels uplifted and plump after this, and the smell is clean and fresh. I love that this is gentle enough to use every day. It unclogs pores and hydrates. This has changed my skin tremendously, and make it look 10 years younger!! I will buy it until I die!

Tatcha Camellia Gold Spun Lip Balm  0.21 o.z $30.00

I ordered this from Sephora.com. When it saw it was for dryness and fine lines and wrinkles..sign me up!! I demo alot of liquid lips, so my lip health needs extra attention. I use this during a bath, or really just anytime. It works so well, I will buy it over and over.  It does not leave your mouth sticky or gunky.

GlamGlow Glitter Gravity Mud Mask 1.7 oz 69$

I bought this at a department store, you can find this on their website as well. SO MUCH FUN AND BEAUTIFUL TOO!!!! This mask is so much fun. It comes with an applicator brush which helps tremendously. This peel off mask is to be left on for 20-30 minutes. This is a dream for selfie lovers. This is supposed to firm and tone skin. For me, it is like an instant face lift.

I also Multi-mask!! I add different maks to different areas of my skin according to what the masks claim to do.

Origins Skin Matte Moisturizer with Willowherb 1.7 oz $34.00

I ordered this from Sephora.com. This is for normal, oily, and dry skin types. I have oily zones on my face. So after I cleanse, I use a toner than this matte moisturizer. This product not only smells amazing but minimizes my mores. My skin is soft afterward for hours.

Andalou Naturals 1000 Roses Floral Toner 6 o.z

I ordered this from Amazon.com for 10.99 This is made with alpine rose stem cells to refresh skins Ph balance. I use this many times a day. I use it after my cleanser before my moisturizer. I use it at night! Also, I use this after a mask if my skin is a little red. This product smells amazing. You definitely feel it hydrate and soak into the skin.

Dior Capture Totale Dreamskin 1 Minute Mask 2.7 oz $75.00

I purchased this from a department store. You can find it on their website as well. This product is for all skin types. This product is to be rubbed on until it turns white and left on for one minute ( hence the name aha). I use this around 2 times a week. I REALLY use it around my eyes and those pesky crows feet. This leaves my skin looking younger! I was walking through Dior and the employee put some on my hand. You can really tell the difference!

She Held That Butcher Knife

True Story.
She tossed and turned in her bed. This nightmare haunted her dreams a few times a year.
Her heart stopped after she hung up the phone. The same phone call at 8 AM. She worked the 7p-7a shift at Naval Hospital Guam. So she was asleep each time he called. Each time he called he knew something personal about her. This time was different and his voice changed. He had said he had been watching her and described what she was wearing at that very moment. She ran down the stairs and the back door was swinging open. She grabbed a butcher knife and ran to lock it. She wondered where this man was.

She took the cordless phone off the wall and called her husband at the hospital. She didn’t know the number of the MP’s as they lived on a military base. He hung up and called the MP’s. She sat crying with her back against the wall with the butcher knife. Thoughts raced through her head like is he in the house, she can’t go outside he could take her. Most people would run outside and far away. It’s broad daylight who does this? Oh no, the back door was open did the cats get out? (yes that was a thought).  She needs a gun, he could rape her. 
It came to her that there was a window at the turn of the stairs that faced the bedroom. But who would stand on a roof and look in? Wouldn’t people notice? KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. She ran to the door and opened it. The Military Police came in and she ran out. Her husband and the car brakes squealed to stop, and he ran towards her and she cried and pointed to the house.
One officer said this was not the first report of this happening on base, other houses had been getting these calls too. Come to find out, it was a contract company who did repairs for base housing, and replace air filters, etc.

(I cannot think of the company name now, but I remember seeing the work trucks for weeks after. That began my trouble with sleeping. )

Running With The Night

Silently she tiptoed down the stairs and out the door. She looked up at the night sky and set her pace. Crisp air surrounded her and she breathed it in. The earth beneath her bare feet didn’t bother her. This was the only time she felt free. Shackled to a life she didn’t choose, the darkness surrounded her and she felt safe. For most people, it was the opposite. Sometimes clothes didn’t cover all of the bruises, and there is no cloak to cover the mind.  The body heals in time, the mind is a muscle you have to strengthen. 

This time was different, this time she would not go back. Would she die out here, would someone help her? Surely if they saw her, they would see the abuse. Everything came together..the temperature, the wind, and her soul. She ran until she thought she could fly. She could feel her heartbeat and smiled as if she could take over the world. It was almost if nothing terrible had ever happened to her. For a small moment, her mother was not psychotic, and her father did not drink to drown her yelling out. Could she keep going?

Hours had passed, and she didn’t  realize it until the night sky turned pink and purple. She looked around, where was she? Then it hit her like a ton of bricks, she was far away from harm. Inside to her very soul, she felt the invisible shackels lift from her ankles. She had a new start, with absolutely nothing. And absolutely nothing was fine with her. She was a survivor.

The Diving Bell and The Butterfly

I am sharing a few thoughts on this short AMAZING book that I read last year. This book is moving, it is emotional, and it is based on the real-life store of Mr. Bauby. If you have read this, please like and comment below.

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly take you into the extraordinary mind of one man, Jean-Dominque Bauby. In 1995, Mr. Bauby suffered a stroke at the young age of 43 and proceeded to be diagnosed with “locked in syndrome”. Unable to communicate with anything but his left eyelid, he documents memories of the past and the present, with all things imaginative and inviting.

What can you say about this amazing book that is rightfully called The Diving Bell and the Butterfly that has not been said before? It takes your imagination through the mind of a colorful man whose life ended too soon. The man was Jean-Dominque Bauby and the life he led came to an end in 1995. But before that, he suffered from “locked-in” syndrome. Locked- in syndrome as defined by NORD (National Organization for Rare Disorders) is a rare neurological disorder in which there is complete paralysis of all voluntary muscles except for the ones that control the movements of the eyes. (retrieved from https://rarediseases.org/rare-diseases/locked-in-syndrome/) A man whose words were so descriptive with sights and sounds, you could picture everything through his eyes. Naval Hospital Berck-sur-Mer, located along the French Channel, was where Mr. Bauby was housed for long-term care following his stroke. After the stroke a coma ensued for 20 days and when he woke up he had only the use of his left eye-lid. And with this small movement, he was able to document his day to day life, as well as memories that he held dear in extraordinary detail. He describes himself as being reduced to a jellyfish and horrible to behold. Bauby goes on to describe the first time he saw himself as someone appeared to have emerged from formaldehyde, with a twisted mouth and one eye sewn shut. But those who held him dear knew differently. His mind was full of love, laughter, and fond memories. Let’s start with the symbolism of the actual time of this book.

Bauby stated “My diving bell becomes less oppressive and my mind takes flight like a butterfly”. (p.5) Personally, I had never heard of a head being labeled a diving bell, to be honest, that was when I first knew I was going to love this book. I envisioned his description of Cinecitta as magical. Cinecitta is described by Bauby as a deserted terrace with balconies that “opened onto a landscape heavy with the poetic and slightly offbeat charm of a movie set” (p .29) The movie set is filled with suburbs described as a model train set, and buildings that he compares to a ghost town. He goes on to describe the sea that foams “such an incandescent white that it might be the product of the special-effects department”. (p.29) Now can you just picture looking down and seeing such a place? Bauby imagines himself a director and goes in in detail to rework some scenes from different movie.

This was a deep read and personal journey for me. As this was penned by a man who, for me, lived through hell. In my mind, and I have imagined this scenario and how gut-wrenching it must have been. To have your body fail you and your mind be wide awake. To have to wake up one day so scared, because you were fine before and now it’s foreign. To have to only communicate with one eye-lid, when your mind is as active as it was before. Memories so sacred, you cling to them and relive them over and over because you cannot feel or touch loved ones anymore. Yet the memories are so warm, like a scarf around your neck when the leaves are falling outside on a chilly November day. His detailed description of past events and memories are so alive with colors and personal phrases from him, that I could see everything clearly.


Bauby, J. (1997). The diving bell and the butterfly. New York: A.A. Knopf.

Locked In Syndrome – NORD (National Organization for Rare … (n.d.). Retrieved October 22,



Cyberbullying and You

Welcome back to another “Communication Series” topic:

Below is a snippet from my Communication final paper from 2016. Cyberbullying is real and can affect anyone of any age group. It is hard to believe that someone that we probably have not met in real life, can affect our mental stability and overall mental health.  I stress the topic of social media and its decline on our mental health to all my friends and love ones. Do not underestimate the power of this important issue.

Sam Laird has published an insightful article in a magazine called Mashable Lifestyle. Laird states that 42% of teenagers have been the victim of cyberbullying in the past year, and of that percentage that 80% are active on social media sites. Laird also goes on to say that almost 3 million kids per month miss school due to cyberbullying. Cyberbullying can manifest in many ways such as: rumors, photographs, threats, or exclusion. And with all of that, the person who is doing this can, for the most part, hide their identity. And they can be persistent with harassment to a wide audience.

The most disturbing fact to me is that Laird said that 20% of these kids think about suicide, and 1 out of 10 attempts it. If you set your brain to really think about the speed of light communication, think how 1 negative comment or photo about someone can reach a massive audience in less than 1 second. The person being harassed has nowhere to hide, no escape from this. Kipling Williams coined a termed named “cyberostracism”. Williams calls it “cold shoulder or silent treatment.” (Williams, 2001) This is apart from cyberbullying which means to be virtually excluded. This could be an online game, chatroom, etc. Be aware of the warning signs that a victim of cyber bullying might show. These include headaches, stomach pains, difficulty concentrating and getting along with others. We can use the internet and social platforms to create a positive light and a positive connection.

We are all unique and special throughout humankind. Let no one tell you otherwise. Let your voice be heard. 

Please sound off below if you or someone you know has experienced this issue.  

INFJ Personality And You


What type of personality do you have? I took the Carl Jung’s and Isabel Briggs Myers’ typological approach to a personality test. Carl Jung founded analytical psychology and his practices and research are used to this day. The link is above. I scored as the INFJ type and I have read everything I can get my hands on since then regarding this.

INFJ stands for I-Introvert N- Intuition F-Feeling J-Judging. This is a pretty long test, and if you are honest with your answers, you can see what you are. There are sixteen personality types out there. As for INFJ personalities like myself, here are some things we do. See if you can spot any familiar things you do as well!

We take criticism to heart and are too hard on ourselves. We are ethical and have superior integrity, as well as find it hard at times to stay focused. We listen more then we talk, but crave alone time. We are quick to compliment others and take responsibility seriously. We work in quick bursts of energy and pay attention to time (hardly or never late). We have a hard time sleeping because our brain is constantly on and working.

I hope you enjoyed this small snippet about this. I would love to hear what you are after you take the test!!

———–>More Psychology blogs to come!<——————————-

Insomnia, Fancy Meeting You Again..

Awake at 3 am, or have problems falling or staying asleep? Join the insomniac club. Personally, I have taken two or three Benadryl a night and still cannot stay asleep. At times, I blame my brain for being so active and having many tabs open, like a computer. I will remember scenarios from 25 years back and think of better insults, or ways I should have handled the situation.

In addition, I am the type of person that is extremely hard on themselves. I critique my words and actions incessantly. I wish I could be a devil-may-care type of gal, but alas, I am not. Worry about the future? Me too! Future scenarios, future encounters, anything at all in the future. This could range from next week to 30 years from now.

Let me tell ya, counting sheep or whatever wooly animal does not work. I even have a box fan the bed for the white noise. Not watching TV or listening to music 2 hours before doesn’t help. Speaking of MUSIC, have you even played the same song in your head all night over and over and over until you are at your wits end? ME TOO! When I googled that specific scenario, it said that is called “ear worms”. Could the scientists have picked a more unappetizing term? GEEZ

Please respond if you have this issue! I would love to hear from you all if you have any helpful suggestions!

What Inspires You?

Does respect inspire you? It inspires me. I respect authority, the Military, and police officers. I open doors for others and say yes ma’am and no sir. But, respect can be listening to someone and hearing their opinion, and not degrading or dismissing it. I feel that in today’s society, we have forgotten that.

When you see others succeed, does that inspire you and make you work harder? Does it inspire you to want to try something new? If you never try anything new, what is life all about? Even if you know you could or would fail, does the trying part matter? Absolutely! For instance, I am trying this blogging thing, and if does not take off, at least I tried! Be inspiring, be original, be one of a kind! Did you know if you smile at someone, they most likely will smile back? For me, it is like yawning..contagious!

Manners and respect should be taught at the earliest age possible. It is like a flower, and with enough nurturing, it can spread and make a beautiful garden. I would love to hear what inspires you, so please comment below!

The Lost Art of Interpersonal Communication

“Communication Series”

What happened to Interpersonal Communication? Interpersonal communication is defined as exchanging thoughts and feelings through face to face communication. What? FACE TO FACE? Not over a text or Snapchat? Have we mostly gotten into a groove of liking a post on Facebook, and not even comment?

I feel that most of us are guilty of this. Long gone are the days were we had pen pals and phones with cords in the wall. When was the last time you actually called your loved one instead of texting? Communication is not personal anymore.

Personally, I had never put much thought into this, until my college major changed to Communication. Of course, communication consists of verbal and non-verbal ques. Sticking to verbal, as a society, do we miss face to face interaction? Of course, technology has played a huge part, if not the whole part, of the decline in interpersonal communication.

I think we all have seen a family in a restaurant and every person is on their personal cell phone. When I notice that, I think how lucky it is to even have a family to eat with !


Endometriosis, you cannot visibly see it, but if you have it, you know it is there. It is there waiting to flare up, to take away your freedom. I have heard that it is not a real issue, it is just a bad “period.” No, it is definitely more than that.

If you have it, you know what I mean. I was diagnosed at 19, and that “having a baby” would cure it. Definitely was not ready to have a baby at 19. Over the years, it had spread and it was life-altering. The pain was almost every day and sometimes, I could not even walk. Yet, it is not a visible injury, so it is hard for people to sympathize or understand. Eventually, I had to obtain FMLA (Family Medical Leave Act), as it protected my job if I was unable to go to work. I litteraly would be running and have a flare-up and bite my arm to keep from screaming as I made it back to my car.  Later, it got so bad that I could not even run anymore.

At 36, it had progressed to cover by bowel and colon and had a total hysterectomy with a bilateral salpingo-oophorectomy. Medication did not help anymore, chemical menopause did not help. All types of birth control did not help. Unable to have children, this was the best course for me.

I would like to hear back if you have been diagnosed with Endometriosis, and where you are at in your story.