Sunday, February 12, 2012

Sometimes I act Like a GIRL!

I have told Jordan and numerous other people that I hate crying.
On me, it's just ugly. So, I have said to him a couple times that I don't like to cry in public and therefore I avoid sappy movies. Per example...even if they might be awesome and motivational:
So, when I felt the tears coming when Jordan was hugging me tonight I was thinking, "NOOOO!!!" My girly emotions betrayed me. I was just stuck with thoughts in my head that I couldn't verbally express and they started pouring out of my eyes in the form of tears.

It was cute when he tried to comfort me by making me laugh and saying, "Hey now...I'm the one holding the purse. I'm suppose to be crying." (Cuz he was holding my purse for me.)

Tomorrow is the Mesa Activity Group YSA Valentine's Dance...I hope the dress code is formal cause I really feel like dressing up and looking hot for Jordan! If I can remember, pictures will come!

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Camille's Quick & Dirty Tip

To help you remember when you bought your mascara last, write the date on the mascara the day you get it and put tape over the writing. Four months from then you won't be thinking in your head, "how old is this mascara??" You'll know!

I had this idea one day and have been glad ever since. This week I noticed my mascara had a lot of fall out then I looked at the tube purchase date...and voila. I purchased it October 14th. (That's not old at all) So I just realized, it's LAME mascara. I mean, I love the brush. It is in the shape of a Christmas tree. But, 2 hours after I've applied there are flecks all over my eye lid and cheek. Sad day indeed. Time to research a new one. So, if you got a text from me this week asking what mascara you recommend, this is the story behind that text.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Random Photos of the Recent Past

On our way out of the movie theater I convinced everyone to get a picture with creepy star wars man. Even grandma got in on the fun! (This was after seeing Breaking Dawn part 1...which I thought was a complete joke in epic proportions. Total let down.)




So, I bought these new pair of shoes a couple weeks before the turkey trot last November. They were 100 dollars from Dick's Sporting Goods! They won a bunch of runners awards. They seemed awesome. Until I got horrible shin splints. Then spent another 10 dollars on sole inserts which I thought was the problem (not good arch support). Nope. Still have shin splints. Man, it's such a runner's killer. It hurts so bad to run. Yet, I still do it.
My good friend Holly blessed her baby boy and had lunch at her house afterward. Amy and I graciously missed our own church to go to hers. :)
My niece playing peekabo with the curtains. It was SO adorable cuz you would go over there seeing her legs sticking out and say, "Where's Piper?" and then she would flip the curtains up with a big smile and giggle.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

This Cold WILL NOT die!

Wow. I've been gradually getting sicker and sicker since last Thursday. It's ridiculous. Haven't been to work yet this week cause I didn't want to get the family I work for sick. Today, I was sick of being sick. So I got up at 7:30, dragged my butt down to Sprouts and purchased some garlic, blueberries and elderberry syrup. I took a spoonful of elderberry syrup every hour. (man, that stuff tastes good!)

Then I made garlic potatoes for breakfast and guacamole with WAY too much garlic for lunch. Tonight, I still feel sick but at least my runny nose went away! We'll see how I feel tomorrow morning. Hopefully I didn't spend 20 dollars on elderberry syrup for nothing. I was hoping to feel better by now after guzzling all that today.

(The purpose of mentioning that I bought blueberries was because I made muffins today with them. YUMMY. I hardly put any sugar in them, I was so proud of my creation. Unfortunately, no one wants muffins made by a sick girl. ha ha ha.)

P.S. the funniest part about having eaten too much garlic is Jordan could completely smell it on my breathe 6 hours later. I felt bad so I kept talking with my mouth tucked in my shirt.