Recent Thoughts...

This is a mish-mash of random things that have been running through my head. Welcome to my silly, crazy head...

I need someone to teach me how to apply eyeliner properly. Last year I had a really good technique - I'd use a pencil to draw a thin line, then go over it with cream eyeliner in the same color, then finish it off with some shadow to set it. Now every time I try the same method it looks like I got punched in the eye. I've lost my mojo and all those You Tube tutorials are not helping. Can someone please come to my house and help me?

When I was a kid, my dad and mom would watch reruns of the original Star Trek and also The Next Generation. I thought the show was cheesy and overdramatic, but have you seen the newest movies? They're really freaking good, and they too have elements of cheese and drama, but now as an adult, I kinda like it.

I'll be 35 in a month and that depresses me. I don't think I am going to celebrate my birthday this year.

I've used retinol on my face since I was 26 and for some reason in the last few weeks every time I put on my day moisturizer or my night cream, my skin feels like its getting a chemical peel. I am afraid to search on Web MD for the cause because every single search result has cancer as an option. Have you ever noticed that?

I sucked at blogging the last 6 months. I have all these posts running through my head during the day, then get I get home, spend time with Brighton, put her to bed, make dinner, hang out with Matt, clean up the house, and by that time, I am too spent to do anything constructive. I miss this place and I want to write more, but I need to be more disciplined about it. Until I can get this whole balance at work and home sorted, it might just be a post or two a week here. Sorry!

I gave my cat a haircut with a pair of kitchen scissors last week. He laid on the floor and purred and let me chop his mangled mess of fur off, section by section. He is still my first love, that grumpy ball of orange fur, even if he pukes up hairballs on the guest bed.

Is the entire internet land having more babies, or am I imagining things? Matt and I talk about number two on occasion, and I'm on the fence about it. I'm leaning towards Brighton being the only biological child in our family, as pregnancy doesn't come easy or free in this uterus, but the jury is still out. But man, oh man, do people ask about this all. the. freaking. time. Why does it matter? Can't I just enjoy my already born, extremely cute child that I already have? What is the rush? And why do people feel the need to ask such invasive questions? This is another post for another day.

My boobs are officially a small B, and slightly floppy, and this makes me all sorts of sad. Prior to pregnancy they were a solid C and not floppy in the slightest. Pregnancy made them temporally enormous, then breastfeeding made them even bigger then they just - poof! - disappeared after I weaned the baby. An acquaintance just recently had her breasts done and every time she posts a selfie on Instagram I make a mental vow to stop spending my fun money on fancy coffee drinks from Starbucks or Madewell shirts and start a "Fix Kara's Boobs" jar. Until then it's push up bras for mama.

Let's end on that thought - push up bras. You're welcome. :)