Monday, April 27, 2015

Neutrogena® Naturals wipes - #WipeforWater challenge

This Earth Month, Neutrogena® Naturals is partnering with The Nature Conservancy to save water. Take the #WipeforWater challenge and pledge to clean your face without using water — and only using Neutrogena® Naturals Purifying Makeup Remover Cleansing Wipes — for 3 days! 

 For each pledge, Neutrogena® Naturals will contribute $1 to The Nature Conservancy to support water conservation, up to $50,000.

I have been on this wonderful challenge and after just a few days, my face feels naturally clean and fresh! I love how easy it is to wipe for water with these amazing facial cloths! Did I mention the scent? AMAZING! Thank you, Neutrogens and Influenster for being such a supportive leaders in our communities!


Monday, March 23, 2015


A photograph that I captured in New Orleans.

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Monday, March 02, 2015

Top Survey Sites

OK, I was asked to review the best ways to earn extra cash, gift cards, iTunes cards, freebies, samples, online panels for McDonald's, Warner Bro, Microsoft, paid week-long journals (just to write down what your child ate), amazon cards, and more.

Survey Spot
SurveySpot is a community composed of eager individuals like yourself who we depend on to share opinions and insights on hundreds of topics. Since your participation is growing, we felt you needed a new website that is as modern and involved as the surveys you take every day.  

It is important to us that you’re able to access certain features on SurveySpot anywhere you go. With this newly designed website you can easily view your account info, point balances, and redeem points on-the-spot using your mobile phone and tablet.  

Opinion Outpost:  50 points will get you a $5 Amazon virtual gift card It is amazingly fast!

To get free gift cards for your favorite stores, you need to collect points. While there are endless ways to earn points, it can seem overwhelming. This guide will simply explain how you can get the most out of instaGC.
The current possible ways to earn points are watching videos, listening to an online radio, visiting sites, testing apps or games, shopping, filling out surveys, and completing general tasks. We are continuously adding new possible ways to earn as well. You can view all of these on the earn page.
Once you've completed these jobs, you will be rewarded with points that can be used towards your next gift card.

Fusion CashPlay TV trivia games for Cash & Prizes! Win up to $10,000! Requirements: Join RewardTV & play 2 or more TV trivia games.

I will add more in the coming days. These are a great way to start. Also, I will add a few wonderful websites where you can sample new (like Crest, Sleep Number, Quaker, Cover Girl, and more)  products in return for an honest review. It is completely free and a lot of fun! 

*Go "Like" and share this fabulous freebie and free sample Facebook page (she's just starting out, so I thought to give her a shout out!)! Sample, Snip, & Save.

Ciao :)

New Orleans Is The Place To Be!

 Photographs from a recent visit to New Orleans. There is something about the city that captures every part of me. I love being there. I love capturing it's essence.

Grand Prix

Had an fabulous afternoon at the Grand Prix. Here are a few photos that I captured.

Host A How To Train Your Dragon Party

Dreamwork's How To Train Your Dragon is the perfect theme for any age!

Dreamwork's How To Train Your Dragon is the perfect theme for any age! If your child has been asking for this specific party, you can make it happen!

If you don't have room in or outside your home to host a lot of children, think about finding the perfect venue. You are going to want to find a kid-friendly venue that may have some sort of outdoor area to allow the children to join in on outdoor party games. You can even rent a water slide or a bouncy for them to enjoy. On a side note, it helps the children relieve some of the energy they have, and saves you from a lot of indoor noise.

When looking for a venue,  think about a bowling alley or local pizza place (if you don't mind skipping out on the outdoor fun). Those sorts of places will assist in the decorating and possibly provide balloons and other party decor. It's not going to be cheap. so you may want to re-think the party at home.

Once you've decided on a place to host your party, it's time to get those invitations out. Depending on the age of your child, you could sit them down and have them make cute invitations for all their friends. You can even have them make one full-sized invite and print out as many copies as you may need. They can do it at the table (you will need to scan the finished product) or they can do it with software or online at a site. Either way, it will give you more time to decide on a cake!

As far as paper supplies for your party, if your dragon cake is green, simply buy napkins and plates that match or accent your other items. You can do this with balloons, as well. If anything, it will save you a bit of money in the end.

(Note: There's excellent concept pages, full of unique and exciting "Dragon Party-themed" party decorations! Check them out on Pinterest!)

As far as other decorations, you can be as creative as you like. The cake can be a mountain lava cake, with tiny dragons around the base. There are plenty of party stores that offer " How To Train Your Dragon" supplies, and just by stepping in the aisle, your creative side will kick in, and before you know it, you are loading everything you need into your trunk, with a smile.

Party Favor Ideas: Paperback books from the movie. Dragon erasers, pencils, and so on. Look for these at local party stores or online.

Food Ideas: Dragon Balls (Meatballs with food coloring). .. and so on! Be creative, good luck, and have fun!

A Guide To Choosing An Accept Chair

Choosing an accent chair is much easier than you thought!

When seeking the perfect accent chair, whether it be for a recently renovated room, an empty space, or any other reason, the first thing you should consider is color.  Do you have an accent wall that you plan on placing the chair in front of? Is it going to be in  a corner, where both walls are the same color?

If you do have an accent wall, you may want to think of a chair that does not sink into that wall, by being the exact same color.

Choose light colors that liven up the other walls and make your chair stand out. Although, a chair with a variety of colors AND the color of your accent wall, definitely works.  If anything, you can always go a bit further and choose a paint that fits and go from there. Many local hardware and paint stores have color swatches that you can take home and work with.

Once you decide where your chair is going to be placed, it is time to choose that perfect chair. You are going to want to consider size, comfort, price, material, and style.  You may also want to decide whether you prefer arms or not.  Arms are a great addition to an accent chair and hold whatever is placed on the chair much better. On a side note, you can choose a decorative pillow (it does not have to match anything else in the room) to place on the chair.  I have found that some people assume that a lot of things in life have to match, but they truly don't. Be creative, create your own style, and simply be yourself. 

*Have you thought about antique or even second hand? What a wonderful DIY project, where you can refinish grandmother's old chair and make it stand out once more. And what a wonderful way to fill your home with memories and presence.

You can find many stores that sell accent chairs, it is just a bit of foot work. In the end, when you have what you have been looking for, you will be glad you invested the time.  Online research, referrals from friends and family are always other options.

There are so many styles out there, it simply depends on your taste. I have a few accent chairs in my home, and believe it or not, they don't match any other furniture and it works!  Good luck on finding and placing that wonderful addition to your room!

Saturday, February 28, 2015

My First Ever Slightly Bad Review

Montagne Jeunesse Manuka Honey Peel Off or Black Seaweed

A week or so ago, I received a free sample of Montagne Jeunesse's Black Seaweed Peel Off mask. I was extremely excited to try this product because it has been awhile since I have used a peel off of any kind, and I was ready to start seeking out a new product.

I really don't battle with dry or oily skin, and have an easy time keeping my face clear. I prefer peel off masks over other types of  masks, because you get better control and coverage, when applying directly to your face. Also, I feel there are more varieties when choosing a peel off. 

I opened the product and noticed that it had enough mask to spread over my face and neck in a thick layer.  I noticed the clean scent and already, I began to smile. (I did notice that after applying, I had black areas around my fingernails that took a bit longer to scrub off.)

I began spreading a layer over my nose and cheeks, where I started to feel a burning sensation. I knew that there would be no way that I could attempt to wait for the mask to dry, before peeling it off--the burning was much to unbearable. I started to rinse it off as fast as I could, but it seemed too slimy and didn't appear to be coming off. After trying for about a minute, I grabbed a face towel, placed it under warm water, and began wiping as fast as possible. 

My face became red from the experience, and although I appreciate the free sample, I do not think I will try this brand's seaweed masks again.  On a side note, I am still open to their other peel off products.

On a good note, now that my face has had about a 1/2 hour of rest, I can feel the pores have tightened and my face does feel fresh and clean. #freesample #mjpeeloffs  

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Tuesday, February 24, 2015

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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

What a Fun Ride!

Funny, everyone is attempting to gain control, but the driver of the boat! ;)

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

All Paths Lead to You

To sweeten you with these two hands,
is to seek you, to trace the distance
against ardor in the course of Autumn birch.
I gather the heavy scent, fondle it in cotton
above the changing leaves,
above the urgent of voices,
above the highest

                                        of clouded blue.
My footfall is infinite;
it moves to a cadence
not my own, awaiting
homecoming like a second skin,
          where one pauses on the
boundaries of an atlas in expectation of
breath to breath or perhaps a candle
in the wake of night to lead the way.

To find is to resolve, to gaze beyond
the carroty of cones that direct through
farther than the the dusts of Arizona,
             the streams
that emptied long after your exodus.
And I know if I unearth you, I open brilliance,
a man softened, aged gracefully through-
out the years, where my flesh becomes your
flesh as a garden is to soil.
                                         There I will inhale

once       only once, senses enduring the rush
that permeates within your beating chest.
I will linger for a moment, seconds before
I expire into the depths of your throat,
smoothing the words you long to say.

On nights such as this

Both intimate and collective are our hands
                                    during the season
they hearten organs rapid in anticipation;
an allure of ignited fireflies multiply, where
the cheek grows an ideal flush in moments
where one nears ov         er joy.

The lovers tongue, expert and authentic,
               it flusters the length of the vine
               illumine, feather-soft, fragrant,

overturning everything. I just want to break
you down into the narcissus bloom, a tight
leaf unfurled like a boy in the backseat of
                                    his mothers sedan.

The sounds would impel across fields
in an array of lavender and thick silver
an orchid spun into the air, a window
moist with the breath

of night. Observing from the flowers,
we cup our palms in acquiescence,
           spit gratitude from the red of
                       the sweetened throat.

Letter by Letter

I knew one day I would send you a letter
like this
words strung like clouds against the blue,               
a mere note that you would stroke one
thousand times over to the scent of
                             lavender and lucidity.

        Consider the madness of
this place: lights that flicker in delight,
turning nights on silent film
a landscape of
hunger and blush.

If only you knew how you breathe inside of
me like rainfall, Spring vigor, or wet hands
        ex                                             tend
        past the edge of this silent city.

O, you! Yes, you,
you are poetry in the book of
Sullivan. One I do not dare to lie down.

I'd tell you everything

In dream, I have tasted a saint; the moisture
still drying deep in the thorax the fluid,
                                fruit spun from a tree.

Within his defenses, a pine-bedded forest,
an un-divided Texan sky that hums between
two seasons, unfastened & affectionate,

where sheep count on nights to hot to sleep,
where we two converse about something
or                                        nothing at all,

their fleece, a blanket of mourning that shivers
& soaks our imaginings like the thin fingers of
watchful addicts along the vine.

His hand, a closeness that I have come to know
beneath the ornamental eves of a secret chalet
                                                 in september,

where we burn before the gates, off the cuff,
a tongue of sunken idiom illicit on the lip.

A Glimpse of Things to Come

I re-enter into a past thought through
letters, and linger withindialogue,
the lateral sequence of

I cannot say what moves me or sets
me once more to conversations
in midday, but the senses
becomes brilliant like blue eyes
        late to bloom, clarity
                 and a balcony
      overlooks a woman   she sweeps
the ice like a mother would her floor.

On the soft on my nape, words,
rainfall, and the sporadic sun
          all positioned to calm the skin,
                         smooth out the cold.

And I see clusters of green birch and geese
                           on the peak of rock-face

they blend into
the scene almost perfectlychest,
touch, and your voice, would adorn
it even more with a luster so vast,
I might shatter.

A bit outr, but often, I hear you
                                             in the far-flung
boughs of those wintered trees,
    where we embrace letters
                                        to the
                                               last line,
never to disregard what it is we long for.

Three or Four Shades of Blue

It is 6am and I douse my hands in the iridescent afterpuddle
of your tender, gaping words. Septembers lingering chill, a fade to silence mordent:
                       measure to measure, each second from unlit window to white fence,
un                                       dyingly sweep the sunlight to the horizon,
warming the succession of rubato affettuoso heartbeats, one swell un     clenching
                                                                             to the next. You are asleep now.
You dream in circles, where the curved stems of forget-me-nots meet
the waterway and we are infant boats bobbing downstream,
buoyant along copper coasts. I want to wake you,
                        the hush of our breaths shifting between lips.
  I imagine us walking the hours, seconds before a paper sun
                                  shatters early morning.  We take the path beside
choke-cherry and vine.                      I imagine an ambush or surrender
                                                                            there, your tongue sifting shards
                seeding all that you have so much to say.
                                                I turn toward you, push mine to yours as if to ease
                                                  the ache--as if to remove the gauze and the casts
and finally find myself sprinting.                   You welcome it. I imagine another kiss
as if my chest could circulate all of the lost clouds
i                       nto one untangled, floating world,
as if I could feel yours charted with mine
leaving my body lifeless, awaiting next birth.
                                               Oh how I burn. Thighs tightly together
                                                                its too much, its too much.

Dont be surprised

It was bound to happen.
For days the ache lie at the door;
an intractable silhouette that refused
                                   to slip away.
I step outside, stand beside the autumn
leaves. I dream a dream of kissing you
amid the moist air. Is it only a dream?
If not,                               then what?
Because it is here in the traces of
footfall that I imagine you.
Your hands gather mine, place them
to chest,      where everything burns,
           where each second is counted
where the tongue thickens along the path.
In this September of my life, the voice
knows not of language  a circle of
        like an echo, subtle in the mouth.
With cool hands, I button my coat
and I walk the distance of your smile.
I consider the words of
Neruda         and by the same shore,
I would end my journey, place roots
within his, lie quiet, and await for you
                                  to discover me.
If your heels drag in season, and you
cannot reach me     if your heels drag
in season, and you could never reach
me, the sea breeze would shatter my
form, the dream would fade away.

Coco Chanel

“Women think of all colors except the absence of color. I have said that black has it all. White too. Their beauty is absolute. It is the perfect harmony.” ―Coco Chanel ♥


Oh Joy!

During hours of madness

Your words brush flesh-like behind my nape,
where I am pressed by a bitter wind
              on my way to make amends.
I gather for hours        these moments, where
I live inside of you, where I curl in the kindness
and cool of your extended hands.
I long to inspire them, to run my own against
them           guide each [breath] across chest
like a lucid dream or fervor.
And I cannot sense whose heat is whose
                            when I read your lines.

But I am compelled to keep you at hand,
caught in my hair like a prayer, a slip of
the thigh as I move broad, descend deeper,
                                           swallowing you.
But it is only a dream, only a dream.
And with reverie slipped soft beneath my skirt,
I step into the basilica, and everything
becomes still as if the members felt my thoughts,
sensed the confession still warm on my tongue.

Becoming the Breeze That Chases the Boy

Blush is the skin after his voice
it weighs as much as the tongue flustered.
Where clarity does not come without ache,
and like a egrets cautious step in peril,
                          the body slows to naught.

The senses concede each muscle, fluid,
an oceans barrage. The vascular parapet,
the dark valves of altars, a reminder that one
must prepare on the wire for collapse.

One must thicken arteries to cease the flow,
so the language that pushes through his throat
does not slip into the open spaces, pierce
                        the defenses with a single flutter
just as the heart begins to calm, when Autumn
has left a deeper auburn on the leaves,
just when you have glanced away for a moment.

As If By Sea

O love, speak to me.
Should we end as quickly as we

I slip past your lips tonight, find myself
inside flesh, where
each second, I witness
                             you for the first time.

And I know now that it will not be you
who catches my fall: there is nothing
con       necting us anymore, but space.

For a moment, I rest in the deep of
your throat beautiful and low,
I pull
       each breath with a stern finger,

voice impelling from your chest
nothing pushing nothing       [nothing].

And there is no frame to this leg room,
no fervor free of reluctance      I wish
you were really here.

A plea is not enough      you are built like
stone, these two hands cannot get past
the water that risessplitting words

to a scat    ter          soon it will be
against the nape, its salt thickening my
own tongue
                  to a silence.

Not about anything in general. :)

For He Who Enters

O gentle one,
breathe in - I am warm on the wire.
My body rushes to the stroke, rigor
fills my palm as a lily might pervade
the garden.

I require more -
I need to feel
the madness in you,
tender lip, delicate thigh, and, and
the moments as they ex
-plore eagerness -
for you I am awake.

And O my the breeze lifts my dress;
its mellow depths, push cotton to cheek.
And in a state of array, I curve to fit
the form.

You follow    how stirring,
like a schoolboy, the gestures, the way
I move in you presence,
     my hair in your hands       it is
too much.

And there is something outside your door
                                  it is art, Italy, Neruda!
           No. It is only the sound
of the rain or a dream perhaps, but as your
mouth expands slow and silent

I peel from your skin in
blue. There is no path
more sustained than
           the one
              that leads to you.

Rapt in salutations we perform from one
window to the other, you grow fevered,
misplaced, lonely,
                                         in love.

O beloved, these words, like stones pressed
against your cheek, breathe in 
                  for I am [warm] on the wire.

An Autumn Walk

There are too many hours before dusk,
where one can become mislaid along
the hidden curves of the throat:
a burst
of laughter,
of white space,
of delicate, corporeal vocals;
a counting of the harvest in cultural

rearing. The voice is a lover:
a span of the sensual sun, a nervousness
that lies low in the season, waiting or begging
for release. And the flutter of chest becomes
wet, a way to taste the tongue, or perhaps
a lead that one must pursue solely.

I say this before the rain in hopes of
encore or breadth -
I dont know why I like it. I just do.

O, if I were an atlas
a diagram that reveals warm breath on flesh,
I would gather the hum that cascades nicely
from the sweetened lip, sweep it to elite waters,
and drown in what could never be mine.


San Francisco

Like a hand on an unstrung harp

O, I envy your voice when it maddens,
the way it moves in & out of love.
I feel the sound of soft bone splinter
in an instantfragments, ardor, the slight
of heat beneath skin it is radiant.

The rush an explosion of sorts like lilies
a thousand shades of white as September
rises to rain beyond sense of place,
beyond our eyes.

I sense the tightness in my throat as you
place your words onto the quiet of mine.
I quiver before my own heart: a girl drawn
restless in half moon, favored in your light.

I see rows of brilliant bloom, a garden,
a gate succulent, inviting. And as I give
in to downpour, my walls collapse, hands
slipping into the warmth of yours.

Falling From Western Skies

In the mirror, I see his face
It has been so long since I have
heard the soft of        his voice
along the wire
its sweet laughter
         forming my lips
                     to a curve.

        It has been hours since I have sensed
the fruit on his breath through
dialogue and delight
a stirring like no other.

And I will wait
a small existence against the horizon, wait as my
fingers turn to numb, until the slightest movement
brushes my flesh against his.

I sit on the white sands of a late September morn,
watch the tide feed back into the sea.

Far off, the precipice stretches to sky:
it stands from one end to the other of
my undying admiration.

I gather my pen, begin a letter:

Dearest one,

Drown by tangled sentiment, reflective
in thoughtmy hands tremble
as I write.

This place, a landscape of vigor - it demands
the passion caught carelessly in my hair,
but I do not
give in.

Everything that forms my breath,
remains contained in your hands, held
softly as first snow. It presses me
to call out your name,
     but you
         are not here.

And the tide is rising
fresh water that fingers my flesh as you might.
Its want, deep-seated, eyes empty, like the way
I am on days without your warmth.

You pulsate inside me, leave me misplaced
in a season gone astray.

        I have searched for your face
in a crowded room, felt excitement from infinite
mountain sides, where all the every things
are counted like blue cars or drops of rain.

Here, as the last words fall away,
I surrender myself.

        Here, where the thread that ties one
voice to another will carry us quietly, to a place
where we can unfold these
cold and bare


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