Product Tests #1 & #2: Nivea & Biofreeze

 

Hidey ho, friends!

So yeah, I’m slow at posting. I know an active blog posts weekly, if not daily. But Life gets in my way at every turn. ACTUALLY, it’s Work getting in my way. Not that I mind TOO much, because YAY, JOB! but still. It would be nice to be able to stop stressing EVERY second of the day.

But I’m Me. So that’s not going to happen. But I’ve found a few minutes on this lazy Tuesday to drop some words down about two products I “recently” received samples for that you guys might enjoy.

The first is the Nivea In-Shower Nourishing Body Lotion.

I have aggressively dry skin, so when I saw that this product existed, I was so so happy. I found the offer for a sample on one of the many websites I was signing up for to make money. It was easy. You can grab a sample for yourself HERE.

I got the “Very Dry Skin” version of the product.  The smell of the stuff itself wasn’t anything to write home about. It smelled like unscented lotion on steroids. And guess what? That is my only complaint about the product. No, really. I mean, the sample could have been a wee bit bigger so I could have covered my whole body. And I loved that there was a coupon enclosed, but I want those coupons to show up more frequently, because for a lotion, this stuff is a little expensive when you’re on a budget.

 

In-Shower Nourishing Body Lotion 24hr+ MoistureAfter you soap down and rinse off, you apply to everywhere but your face and feet and then pretty much immediately wash it off, being careful not to slide around in the tub.

Aside from drying my hands out a little bit, this stuff actually worked. It There was no scratching, no itching, no redness. It was nice to not have ashy, gross legs for once. And I didn’t feel goopy, like I’d applied lotion post-shower.

And since they were kind enough to enclose a coupon with my sample, I went ahead and purchased a regular-sized bottle for myself. I stuck with the “Very Dry Skin” formula for this purchase. The 13.5 oz bottle stuck around for 3-4 weeks. I used it every time I showered. My skin never felt like silk, like so many lotions promise, but the skin felt a little more hydrated.

And then I learned there was a Cocoa Butter version. I jumped on that one. I think I’m on my second bottle of that one. I’m going to have to pick up another bottle when I do my bi-monthly shopping tomorrow.

(YMMV, but I’m tall and have a lot of [dry] skin, so I need to use a bit more than the average bear, I think.)

I give this product 5 stars.

 

 

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Gut Instinct

Constipation. Stomach cramps. Fever. Chills. Nausea. Fatigue. Weakness.

It’s time for a Diverticulosis flare up.

And it’s all my fault.

And there’s not really much I can do about it.

Except be miserable and whiny and hungry and did I mention miserable and whiny?

NOTE:

I left this post here 11 days ago, once I got busy and started feeling better. That has changed. I’m not feeling as bad, nor am I as whiny.

So here’s the thing. To outsiders, my life might not seem as difficult as I feel it is. I have a full time job, but I’m struggling to pay my bills–both past and present; I’m no longer a social butterfly, but I’m active on social media because I have anxiety issues and crowds and big events stress me out; I have a pup that I love to pieces, but she’s causing me even more stress even as she cuddles me.

And then there’s my health. I have chronic…everything. I have diseases that women in their 60s are supposed to have, not someone who hasn’t even turned 40 yet. I have had chronic headaches since I was 10 years old, but only diagnosed with migraines within the past decade. I’ve been diagnosed with clinical depression, self-diagnosed PMDD, SAD…There are many types of depression, and I don’t delude myself that I know all about them. I just know what I know. I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism just a few years ago. I have chronic back pain, some of which is because of a vertebrae that fused incorrectly, which has led to degenerative disc diseaseI have broken toes in both feet and high arches that require me to wear specially made orthotics in my shoes. I’m overweight, and have been since I was 7. Some of that led to/was the cause of my depression as a child [that was left untreated until I was in college] and has led to the bane of my existence today, the diverticular disease I’m dealing with today.

Believe it or not, I’m not listing all of that to garner sympathy. As a matter of fact, just looking at it all written out like it is ridiculous. There are so many of these things that could have been headed off at the pass during childhood. But that’s a story for another day, yeah?

So there it is. It’s not just one thing that keeps me from going to social gatherings, or writing, or cleaning or whatever. It’s a giant compilation album of my greatest hits.

And this is something I deal with on the daily. It’s not really like these things schedule themselves on different days so I only have to deal with one at a time. I’m not that lucky. Right now, I’m getting hit by a little bit of everything.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that other people don’t have these issues. I’m just saying that I’m not other people and that I have a lot to deal with. And I’m overwhelmed and exhausted. But every time I ask for help…I’m overlooked, or not believed, or just told to “eat right.”

Ok, I’d love to eat right, but how to do that when I have two diets at war with one another? Oh, right. I forgot to mention the goutThe diet to keep my gut healthy says “Eat all the yogurt! Eat all the oatmeal! Eat all the beans! And don’t forget to take all the Beano!” and the diet to keep the gout under control is telling me “No yogurt! No oatmeal! No beans!”

So I just binge on sugar.

I have medicines for that. One of the meds I have, Contrave, is in charge of reprogramming my brain to make better food decisions. When I’m off of that, AND I’ve been given the wrong thyroid medicine, that’s just one giant trip to Dunkin’ Donuts or Panera waiting to happen.

Willpower isn’t a thing I have. And when these binges occur, I know exactly what I’m doing and what it’s going to do to me. But I calmly make the decision to keep going.

So yeah, there’s a great big chunk of “It’s My Fault” in there.

And unless you really look, I don’t “look sick.”

That’s because I put up a good front, unless it’s really bad. And when I’m showing how bad it is, it’s BAD. But folks I guess, just think I’m just not feeling well, rather than writhing in pain on the inside. But I have to have my public face on because I deal with so many customers in a day who need a smile or want to chat or have a laugh.

Laughing hurts right now. I’ve got the beginnings of a migraine trying to land, and I’m trying to ignore it. Especially when nursing students come in to tell me about an 87 year old man on Viagra who pistol whipped a hooker and had a heart attack. It’s a hilarious story, but laughing puts pressure on my sinuses and makes my face hurt, too. So it’s not necessarily the best medicine.

And people just don’t get it. When I say I don’t feel well, I really do not feel well. Headache, gut pain, back pain, sinus pressure…it all leads to an inability to concentrate and do my job. I’ve made so many mistakes here lately, and people just think I’m a giant fuckup.

I hesitate to call myself a “Spoonie,” though. I do kind of fit the bill, but there are people with Fibromyalgia and Lupus who fit the definition more. But yeah, I feel like I have a limited number of spoons, and I end up running out before the day is up and I’m just exhausted, emotionally and physically. It makes me want to hide, to curl up with my pup under the covers and sleep. I don’t have the desire or motivation to leave my nest.

So I’m warding off a migraine, my guts hate me, and guess what? My poor pup is having digestive issues as well. She was treated for Giardia, an intestinal parasite, a few weeks ago. And before that even happened, I had started to switch her food from the puppy formula to the adult formula, and now I’m having to change brands altogether, so her tummy is very unhappy, as well.

But Nugget doesn’t let that affect her. She still runs like a greyhound, and plays and barks at her nemesis and friends out the window, but I’ll catch her eating grass on our walks, and she strains when she poops. So this deed can be laid  at my door, as well.

I try to not let my issues get in my way, but sometimes I just can’t keep the look off my face, or my temper in check. More than once my verbal filter going down has almost gotten me into trouble.

Thanks to my dog and my job, I’m more physical than I used to be. But when my physician tells me I need to exercise more, I’m just at a loss. I do so much moving and lifting and carrying during the day, then my dog drags me around my apartment complex and the surrounding area multiple times a day…All I want to do is sit. Or lie down. And then I feel guilty, which does me no good.

Anyway, here we are, approximately 1200 words later, and I finally figure out what the point of this post is.

Education is important. If you have some sort of illness/disease, research it and ask questions. Get your doctor to talk to you about the ins and outs of what you have to deal with. That’s part of the battle.

That’s the part of the battle that I lost. I never asked the questions I needed to, and I’m still very confused about a bunch of things regarding my health. But sometimes you don’t know that you’re supposed to ask these things, you just think your physician is going to supply you with all the info you need.

Never trust that. Never.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Under Construction. Again.

So here’s the thing.

I’ve got this job that takes up all of my time. I’ve got this puppy who takes up what is left. I love my job, and I love my puppy even more…But I’m exhausted. And depressed. And broke.

Let’s go back a bit.

We all know about the job, we all know about the pup–look at her. Isn’t she cute?

 

Isn't she cute in her little sweater?

Isn’t she cute in her little sweater?

 

Anyway, all of my time and energy is spent making my pup happy, and also making my customers, employees, and boss happy. So there’s very little left over to make ME happy (which I am, but that’s a story for a different day).

It’s very simple to make me happy. Let me sleep, feed me, let me watch tv, and let me create.

Therein lies the problem. The pup doesn’t let me sleep in, but she will take naps with me and watch my stories with me. I have people feeding me left and right. But I don’t have any time or energy to CREATE.

I have a fanfic I started writing with a friend in late 2014 that has been on hiatus since, and tons of ideas trying to get out. And that’s in addition to the stories I’ve already got on paper waiting for the red pen of doom.

“But Sam, you could always wake up early to write.”

Why, yes, I could. But then I would have a nervous breakdown by lunch. The pup wakes me up by 7:30 every morning. The next hour and a half is dedicated to her before I go to work. The first hour and a half after work is hers, also.

“But Saa-aam, you could always stay up late to write.”

Once again, yes, I could. But after I get home, walk me and the dog several times, make and eat dinner, clean up that mess, and bathe, I’m usually too exhausted to do anything but lie on the bed and stare mindlessly at the tv.

I TRY to do things at work in between tasks, but these days, that bit of time is spent trying to make extra money.

Long story short, I hit a/n opossum on Halloween, and I had a stretch of bad luck that didn’t end until January of this year. The biggest thing that happened is that my car DIED, like DIED, the day before Thanksgiving, as I was on my way to work, in the middle of traffic.

Yay.

Being as I work in retail, and that is the most hellacious time of year for those of us in that line of work, I had no time or energy to spare on finding a new ride. So in addition to relying upon co-workers and the city bus that didn’t get me close to work, I had to use Uber and Yellow Cab, which cost a pretty penny.

And since my apartment got flooded by my next door neighbor’s toilet (I TOLD you I had a run of bad luck), and they refuse to replace the carpet without me writing a manifesto on why I think they should, I’m looking for a place to live.

So I need money. And since I’m too exhausted to take on another actual job, I’ve started doing the survey thing. And the sweepstakes thing. And the picking up pennies out of puddles thing. I’m about to start the Extreme Couponing thing…

Anyway, I’m going to stop feeling guilty for not blogging, for not writing, for not editing, and maybe, just maybe the stress and depression levels will pull back a touch, and allow a little bit of creation.

Like right now, I’m supposed to be working on store invoices, but I thought I needed to get some words out and on a blank sheet NOW or they would never happen.

And now we get to the actual purpose of this particular entry.

Since I’m doing all this stuff to earn extra money, why not share some of the knowledge I’m gaining? It’s like my store’s motto: We drink the bad stuff so you don’t have to. I’ll be the one to go through all of these many companies that pay for this or that and let you know if it’s worth doing. Or if a particular product is worth trying. (Dude, samples.)

While I’m exhausted and out of time, I’m having a wee bit of fun with this. And it’s the perfect thing to try to focus this blog on [now]. (Yet another blog post for another day.)

I’m not going to promise specific posts on specific days, because although deadlines are usually my friends, I will lose my mind if I try to promise too much. So I’ll say this: I have things to tell you about, and I will tell you all about them in due time.

I’m trying new things. That’s why this Beautiful Disaster is Under Construction.

 

Well, Well, Well. Look At What The Cat Dragged In

Or, dog, in this case.

This is Nugget. She's the devil in disguise.

This is Nugget. She’s the devil in disguise.

Yes, dear readers, instead of blogging, instead of writing, but in addition to working my ass off, I got a dog.

Actually, I got a puppy.

my baby

Her name is Nugget. She is an Australian Cattle Dog (aka Blue Heeler) mixed with an Her foster dad named her that because she looks like she has chicken nuggets on her back.

Her full name? Chicken Nugget Face.

I don’t know why, but I call her “Nugget Face.”

Actually, I DO know why.

LOOK. AT. THAT. FACE.

She's a nugget.

She’s a nugget.

There was no way I couldn’t take her home.

Here’s the story:

A couple of my customers had just decided to start fostering dogs. Their first mission was to take care of three puppies, two sisters and a brother. Nugget, Buttons, and Sammy (short for “Sammich”).

baby nug

One of my Minions rescues Basset Hounds, so of course she’s extremely interested in animals of any kind. Well, they brought the pups into the store, all three still small enough to fit in a laundry basket, and it was all over.

Nugget was the one who caught my eye; she looked like a combination of two puppies I’d sort of fostered in 2001. Puppies I’d loved and couldn’t bear to part with–but I had to. But instead of going directly to her, I played with her sister, Buttons, who had some pretty coloring.

Me and Buttons

Me and Buttons

Sammy was adorable, too, but I kept looking at Nugget. The pups made a few visits to the store. They were growing so fast and just ridiculously cute. But every time I thought about not ever seeing Nugget again, I got so upset and emotional. Finally, I asked foster mom what it would take for Nugget to belong to me.

Even after being certain…ish, I was still waffling. I can barely take care of myself; fish and plants die under my care. But I was lonely, painfully lonely, and I’d been wanting a dog (read here: DOG) who would cuddle with me. I had never thought about getting a puppy.

I texted FM that I just couldn’t do it, that I couldn’t be so selfish as to make a pup conform to my lifestyle. I work kind of long hours. I don’t like going outside. She’d be better off with a family with kids.

And then the day after, I texted her again and told her I changed my mind.

I HAD TO.

And yes, I DO have some regrets: My skin is no longer flawless. I no longer have a couch. My time is no longer my own. I have no privacy in the bathroom. I’m not qualified to be a dog mom.

But have you SEEN her?

AWWW BABY

She’s MY dog, through and through. Fate brought her to me. I couldn’t close the door on her.

And you know what? The foster parents ended up adopting Sammy and foster mom’s mom got Buttons. #FosterFail

Birthday Blog-o-rama Thursday: Now What?

The end has come. July is pretty much over, and the Leos have taken over.

So now what? you ask?

Well, I’m going to continue working on all of my current WIPs, put together another blog and another book, I’m going to try to pass the time until Fall TV premieres show up…And I’m doing a scavenger hunt.

And I’m terrified.

It’s called GISHWHES, or

GREATEST INTERNATIONAL SCAVENGER HUNT THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN

and it was started by this beautiful asshole

It might be hard to tell, but that is the face of pure evil and mayhem. He’s so charismatic he could be mistaken for a cult member.

Wait. I think he IS a cult leader.

Well, anyway, GISHWHES is apparently this week-long scavenger hunt where you do crazy things and perform crazy acts to be caught on film for a chance to win a trip to hang out with the Dark Overlord. This year the trip is to Croatia.

Firstly, I don’t have a passport, I’m afraid of heights…I’m not winning. I know that already. But I’m doing this because I WANT to, and because his highness hypnotized me with his pretty blue eyes and smile, the bastard.

Apparently there were 157 or so items on last year’s list.

………

…….

………………..Excuse me.

Anyway, I’ve wrangled a few of my buddies into doing this with me, just for fun, for Misha, and for charity.

We’ll see how charitable I feel at the end of the week. Wish me luck!

 

Registration for this year’s hunt is closed, but to check things out for next year, visit GISHWHES.

To check out the charity, visit Random Acts.

 

Thanks for coming along on the Birthday Blog-o-rama! See you soon!

Birthday Blog-o-rama Wednesday: Empathin’ Ain’t Easy

I’m pretty sure I’ve used that title before, but once again, I’m worn out and exhausted and my brain is mush.

So I used to refer to myself as a witch. Like,  a wicca, nature, magic-type witch. I mean, I still do, but it means something so very different these days. It used to mean that I was mildly psychic, could predict the next song on the radio before it came on, call up the wind upon occasion, read people and other things.

But things started to change a little for me. I used to be extremely high strung, always upset, my mind whirling, my emotions a crazy tempest.

But then I realized that not all of that stuff might not be MINE.

And luckily, I have a few ladies in my life who understand this sort of thing. And one of them, bless her face and intuition, sent me this blog post: Are You An Empath?

In that post, there are 30 traits of an empath. Many of these traits resonated with me so loudly my ears are still ringing.

 1.     Knowing: Empaths just know stuff, without being told. It’s a knowing that goes way beyond intuition or gut feelings, even though that is how many would describe the knowing.

For me, Knowing has been hard to explain to others because there are people out there who will say, “Oh, that will change someday” or “You can’t know that for sure.”

Oh yes I can.

2.     Being in public places can be overwhelming.

Abso-damn-lutely. There are so many people with so many emotions and issues flying around they get stuck on me. That’s why I go only to places that I HAVE to go, otherwise my life is hellacious.

 3.     Feeling others emotions and taking them on as your own: This is a huge one for empaths. To some they will feel emotions off those near by and with others they will feel emotions from those a vast distance away, or both. The more adept empath will know if someone is having bad thoughts about them, even from great distance.

I’m insecure just for this reason. I can kind of tell when someone doesn’t like me, even if they act like they do. I’m insecure with people I have known for years and love. It’s very difficult to balance.

 4.     Watching violence, cruelty or tragedy on the TV is unbearable: The more attuned an empath becomes the worse it is and may make it so they eventually have to stop watching TV and reading newspapers altogether.

 5.     You know when someone is not being honest.

I’m a little less apt at reading this, but there are definitely signs.

 6.     Picking up physical symptoms off another.

Dude. And don’t think this doesn’t piss me right the hell off.

 7.     Digestive disorders and lower back problems: The solar plexus chakra is based in the centre of the abdomen and it’s known as the seat of emotions. This is where empaths feel the incoming emotion of another, which can weaken the area and eventually lead to anything from stomach ulcers to IBS (too many other conditions to list here). Lower back problems can develop from being ungrounded (amongst other things) and one, who has no knowledge of them being an empath, will almost always be ungrounded.

Let’s see. I was hospitalized for intestinal issues, I’ve had IBS, I’ve had stomach troubles my whole life, I have the most weight around my middle, and I have extremely bad lower back problems.

Yahtzee!

8.     Always looking out for the underdog: Anyone whose suffering, in emotional pain or being bullied draws an empath’s attention and compassion.

I have some REAL issues watching the commercials with the Sarah McLachlan dogs or the starving children. I’m not cold-hearted when I change the channel, I care. Trust me, I do, but it always upsets as if it is happening to me or someone right next to me. I feel secondhand embarrassment for some people sometimes. I want people to do better for themselves.

 9.     Others will want to offload their problems on you, even strangers. 

I’m not a bartender, but I sell booze, and boy, do I hear some problems. I have been in a certain situation for a very long time now where I am THE sounding board for a certain situation. I have had to cut all communication with the person involved because I just canNOT deal with this situation or the stress and problems it causes me.

 10.    Constant fatigue: Empaths often get drained of energy, either from energy vampires or just taking on too much from others, which even sleep will not cure.

Right now, I am EXHAUSTED. I am worn out. I’ve been on vacation for three days. I felt great, I was relaxing, I was chilling out and reading and lying around, cleaning, writing, watching my shows. I was having a good time. Until yesterday afternoon, when my body decided to have a panic attack. And this morning I woke up feeling like I did just before I caught a cold about a month or so ago.

 11.    Addictive personality: Alcohol, drugs, sex, are to name but a few addictions that empaths turn to, to block out the emotions of others. It is a form of self protection in order to hide from someone or something.

Absolutely. I don’t drink very much. I’ve never liked it as much as others. Yes, I sell booze, and I try things, but I don’t just sit at home and have a drink for the heck of it. My drinking has a purpose.

I quit smoking a year and a half ago.

Drugs…well, better left unsaid with that, but suffice it to say I’m drug free these days. Have been for a very long time.

I sleep, I read, I marathon tv, I drink caffeine to excess. These are my vices. Oh, and I’m addicted to the internet.

12.    Drawn to healing, holistic therapies and all things metaphysical.

White light from those I know has been very helpful in my life.

 13.   Creative: From singing, dancing, acting, drawing or writing an empath will have a strong creative streak and a vivid imagination.

Hello.

 14.    Love of nature and animals: Being outdoors in nature is a must for empaths and pets are an essential part of their life.

Ok, I don’t necessarily like going outside because of where I live, and the extreme weather we have here, but I do love the moon and stars on a clear night. I love walking in grass without shoes. I love catching a breeze on a warm night.

 15.    Need for solitude.

I used to be around so many people. And it was chaotic. I loved my people. They were and are very important to me. But now I HAVE to be alone to be balanced, centered, to NOT be crazy.

 16.    Gets bored or distracted easily if not stimulated.

I am unfocused and flit from one thing to another at times.

 17.   Finds it impossible to do things they don’t enjoy: As above. Feels like they are living a lie by doing so. To force an empath to do something they dislike through guilt or labelling them as idle will only serve in making them unhappy. It’s for this reason many empaths get labelled as being lazy.

BAM.

 18.   Strives for the truth: This becomes more prevalent when an empath discovers his/her gifts and birthright. Anything untruthful feels plain wrong.

I hate being false. I think that’s why I rarely got cast in any theatre productions in college.

 19.   Always looking for the answers and knowledge: To have unanswered questions can be frustrating for an empath and they will endeavour to find an explanation. If they have a knowing about something they will look for confirmation. The downside to this is an information overload.

 20.  Likes adventure, freedom and travel: Empaths are free spirits.

I find this a little less to apply to me. I used to want to travel, but I’ve grown roots. I like staying in one place.

 21.  Abhors clutter: It makes an empath feel weighed down and blocks the flow of energy.

I spend a big chunk of time at home trying to get rid of all the clutter in my apartment, but it somehow gets worse.

 22.  Loves to daydream: An empath can stare into space for hours, in a world of their own and blissfully happy.

And believe me, I’ve got some fun daydreams.

 23.  Finds routine, rules or control, imprisoning.

It’s tough to be an empath with anxiety and a touch of OCD. Routine is good for me. When I get jostled out of my rut, it’s problematic.

 24.  Prone to carry weight without necessarily overeating: The excess weight is a form of protection to stop the negative incoming energies having as much impact.

I’ve been a heavy child since the age of 6. There has only been one time in my life that I’ve been under 200 lbs, and I was not living a very healthy lifestyle.

Yes, some of the weight has to do with eating, lack of exercise, but no matter how much I cut down or exercise, it never goes away.

 25.  Excellent listener: An empath won’t talk about themselves much unless it’s to someone they really trust. They love to learn and know about others and genuinely care.

I do like to talk a lot. But my name is Aramaic for “Listener.”

 26.  Intolerance to narcissism: Although kind and often very tolerant of others, empaths do not like to be around overly egotistical people, who put themselves first and refuse to consider another’s feelings or points of view other than their own.

Dude. DUDE.

 27.   The ability to feel the days of the week: An empath will get the ‘Friday Feeling’ if they work Fridays or not. They pick up on how the collective are feeling. The first couple of days of a long, bank holiday weekend (Easter for example) can feel, to them, like the world is smiling, calm and relaxed. Sunday evenings, Mondays and Tuesdays, of a working week, have a very heavy feeling.

I can feel the world sometimes, even without tuning in. It’s kind of obnoxious sometimes.

 28.   Will not choose to buy antiques, vintage or second-hand: Anything that’s been pre-owned carries the energy of the previous owner. An empath will even prefer to have a brand new car or house (if they are in the financial situation to do so) with no residual energy.

Yeah, not too much of a fan of bringing in things of people I don’t know.

 29.   Sense the energy of food: Many empaths don’t like to eat meat or poultry because they can feel the vibrations of the animal (especially if the animal suffered), even if they like the taste.

I love bacon, so…I dunno about this one.

 30.   Can appear moody, shy, aloof, disconnected: Depending on how an empath is feeling will depend on what face they show to the world. They can be prone to mood swings and if they’ve taken on too much negative will appear quiet and unsociable, even miserable. An empath detests having to pretend to be happy when they’re sad, this only adds to their load (makes working in the service industry, when it’s service with a smile, very challenging) and can make them feel like scuttling under a stone.

I feel like crap today, and my temper is somewhat short. I’m not finding it too difficult to put my public face on. My public face really isn’t too far from just me. I just add this weird smile I don’t know I’m doing until it’s happening. But all of the above there is true.

 

Birthday Blog-o-Rama Tuesday: The Giver, Star Wars Edition

In the year 2000 I had a roommate who loved Yoda, had a shrine to Yoda. I think I’ve mentioned her before. I’m just not remembering if this was featured in a blog post earlier this month, and I’m way too lazy to go looking for it, because I don’t tag stuff properly and I’m exhausted from my three-day staycation. (Ugh, don’t even ask. Ugh.)

Anyway, this particular year, instead of having a birthday party for her, we were going to a party elsewhere. I’m pretty sure it was a theme party, just not sure what the theme was. Possibly a “retro” party. Not sure.

I saw this talking Yoda doll and HAD to get it. HAD TO. And then I got this brilliant idea to do a scavenger hunt at the party. In my head it worked out better than it did. For one thing, my roomie’s bf showed up with some “treats” that put us off our heads. But thankfully, I was on mission. Unfortunately, everyone else I was planning to involve in this mission was way. sted. So I had to follow roomie all over the party, give clues to certain people and make sure she got them.

She was so confused about what was happening, and eventually made it upstairs to where Master Yoda was waiting. Watching her trying to get the box open was hilarious. She still had no idea what was happening. I’m not sure if she does to this day.

I had a good time, though. I think that might have been the best gift/gift -giving idea I’ve ever had.