Make-Up Make-Over

Man, I have been slacking on the blogging. Apologies, apologies...but I've been kind of busy (but also lazy). I'll try to do better.

Last night my mom and I went on a semi-impromptu trip to Macy's in Redmond. She needed to get a winter jacket for the teenage girl she adopted as part of her office's Christmas Giving Tree gift, and I thought this would be a great time to get some new make-up.

I'm pretty much a total noob when it comes to make-up. I put on my foundation and eye liner and I'm out the door. I don't play around with colors or know how to apply a smoky eye.

It's all very womp-womp.

On my favorite TV show, What Not to Wear, there's a part where the fashion sad-sack gets to meet with a highly-trained make-up professional who teaches them about how to apply the right make-up to go with their new wardrobe and new hair.

While I watch this part, I always think, "Man, I wish I had someone that would show me how to put on legit make-up so I don't always look like a 12-year-old." Well, yesterday was a chance to make my dreams come true.

As my mom searched for the coat for her teenager, I was getting schooled by Mac make-up artist Carla on how to create a smoky eye for the work place. I essentially wanted to learn how to do a smoky eye that wasn't for the club. I don't need to come into work looking like a raccoon.


Like a master teaching her grasshoppah, Carla showed me all the tricks. By the time we were done, I didn't look like a 12-year-old any more (sorry about my icky post-gym hair though). Carla is a miracle worker.


Now I just need to go out there and find a man!

Carla also showed me how to do the club smoky eye, you know, in case I ever feel the need to party in da club.

I think that Carla thought that I just wanted her to put make-up on me and then I was going to leave. But her face turned so surprised when I told her that we wanted to buy all shadow and brushes and mascara. Woohoo for a huge sale!

After buying pretty much all the make-up ever, I treated my mom to Subway and their $5 foot longs. I got a six-inch turkey sub with lettuce, tomato, onions and honey mustard dressing. There were chips too.


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This picture is actually from yesterday, but I just wanted to point out how fierce my outfit was for work. Red pants, black polka dot droopy top, white jacket. I am so fashionable.

I Ran a 5K

Well...it was on a treadmill, but whatever. Last time I checked, running 3.1 miles wherever you are still equals five kilometers.

My legs were a little sore today, so I was only planning on running my require one mile and then be done with it. But once I started going, I just wanted to keep going. The best part was that I didn't even get a painful side stitch, so that was awesome.

I ended up running the 3.1 miles in 32:30, which isn't super fast, but running fast wasn't today's purpose. I'm just starting out slower so I can get used to running for longer periods of time. But I'm pretty sure that 5K is the longest distance I've ever run continuously, which is pretty sad.

Either way, I'm proud with how I've progressed with my running. It was only about a month ago that I truly detested it. Now I look forward to doing it everyday (well...most days).

After running I did the kettle bell workout that I found in Women's Health Magazine.

I only did the circuit twice, but there were times were I could see it was a good workout. Some of the moves were getting me out of breath. I'm definitely going to be doing that again.

On the way home I got a text from my mom telling me that it was safe for me to come home because they were done painting my parents' bedroom. They thought I was avoiding coming home so I could keep from helping paint, which to be honest, I kind of was.

When I got my mom's text, I did kind of feel bad that I wasn't able to help, but I was also relieved that I didn't have to paint.

I got home and say my dad cleaning some of the brushes and I told him I was sorry I missed the painting. Then he told me that, oh hey, they hadn't actually finished painting and the text was just a rouse to get me back to the house.

I was flabbergasted because 1) it turned out I still had to paint and, 2) that my parents would craft such a lie. Then after thinking a while, I wasn't really surprised that my parents would send me a lie text to get me back to the house I so could paint.

However, I continued to make my dad feel bad by saying that he had broken our father-daughter trust. I'm trying to milk it as much as possible.

I helped my parents paint their bedroom, and it went by pretty quickly with the three of us working. Finally I could take a shower (that was longer than 90 seconds) and sit down and watch some football.

Now my dad is making dinner since two of my dad's sisters are coming over for dinner. I can smell the garlic rice he's making. So garlicy...nommmmmmm