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Finally Found the Best Insulated Travel Bottle

20 oz. Kleen Kanteen Wide Mouth Bottle in Deep Purple-my action shot!

Insulated travel mugs have been the bain of my existence for quite some time because I have yet to find one that does everything I need it to do.  Finding cute mugs that hold a lot of coffee (meaning more than 16 ounces) isn’t too difficult, but finding a travel mug that kept my coffee hot was impossible to find.  No matter how long I preheated the cup, my coffee got cold before I could finish it.

Really.  This was something that stressed me out on a regular basis.  It’s the little things.

I purchased a Kleen Kanteen Wide Mouth Insulated Water Bottle  in the 20 ounce size in Deep Purple and got the Cafe Cap as well.  My purpose was to use this for hot drinks, so the loop cap that came with it is sitting…somewhere.  I have no idea where it is.  The nice thing about the Cafe Cap is that it snaps apart so it’s super easy to clean, but that’s not the best part.  The best part is my hot drinks stay hot.

For example, I made hot tea at work around 10AM.  I got home around 3PM, put my cup on the kitchen counter and forgot about it.  When my mother was doing the dishes at 7PM the tea was still steaming hot.  Seriously.  Then yesterday I got myself ice water around noon, and used my Kleen Kanteen.  Again, I left my cup on the kitchen counter and forgot about it until this morning around 9AM.

THE ICE WAS STILL IN THERE.  IT HAD NOT MELTED.

Kleen Kanteen Cafe Cap

Right now I am finishing the coffee I poured for myself hours ago.  Still hot.

So this is my product recommendation:  GET A KLEEN KANTEEN INSULATED WIDE MOUTH WATER BOTTLE, especially now the fall/winter months are approaching.  Hot coffee and tea are a must, and keeping your beverages for more than an hour is worth the $40 some bucks.  Best money I spent of a travel mug EVER.

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I’ve Been Nominated for a Leibster Award?

First and foremost, a shout out to the beautiful Lovely Organic for nominating me for a Liebster Award.  This blog post is about the award, not the blogger who nominated me.  Lovely Organic has a wonderful blog that’s chock full of information, go check it out.

So!  The Liebster Award.  I have never heard of such thing, so I am going to cut and paste what Lovely Organic wrote regarding what the award is about:

So, what is this Liebster Award you ask? I did a little digging around and I found that this award is typically given to bloggers who have less than 200 followers. Also, it appears the inspiration behind the name of the award is the German word Liebster, which means lovely, valued, beloved, etc. 

The rules are as follows.  Again, I am going to cut and paste:

1.Post 11 things about yourself.
2. Answer the 11 questions that the nominating blogger set for you.
3. Create 11 questions for the bloggers that you want to tag.
4. Choose 11 bloggers to nominate and link to them in your post. (No tagbacks.)
5. Go to their blogs and let them know.
6. Follow the Tagger and visit at least 3 of the tagged bloggers.

Holy Cow, that’s a lot of work.  Don’t get me wrong, the nomination is lovely, but the hoops that you have to jump through that are the “rules”?  I don’t even know 11 bloggers, and answering and creating 11 questions seems so redundant.  I have a blog simply because my ego tells me people want to read what I have to write.  My brain comes up with some odd stuff and I love writing so hey, I put the two together and here I am, out in the blog-o-sphere probably making a huge fool of myself.  That’s OK, though.

So really, I appreciate the nomination.  I really do.  Recognition is always a good thing, but I honestly cannot bring myself to create 11 questions, answer 11 questions, tag this and track back to that, and everything else that is required.  As well, I am not comfortable nominating my sister bloggers simply because it’s a requirement, and there really isn’t 11 things anyone needs to know about me.  So I once ate a Pop-Tart while walking across a bridge backwards on the fourth rainy Tuesday in May (not really, making a point).  Does it matter, really?

Bottom line, really:  when I opened my email and saw I was nominated, then saw what the requirements were, the first thing that entered my mind was “oh, I fulfilled one of the 11 requirements”.  To me, that’s not how I want my blog to be seen.  I don’t blog to become a statistic for some award that demands so much.

So whatever this Leibster Award is, shame on you for making bloggers jump through flaming hoops on nonsense in your circus ring of recognition.

 

 

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It’s Been a While, Hasn’t It? **warning below**

The United States Air Force Memorial located i...

The United States Air Force Memorial located in Arlington County, Virginia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Life threw me a curve ball recently, and I have spent the last several months doing…you know, I don’t really know?  I know I still functioned, meaning I still went to work, paid my bills, socialized a bit, but that’s about the extent of it.  One thing I did not do was write, because for some reason, when things really hit the fan the writing comes to a screeching halt.  I even had a difficult time texting people on my phone, that’s how bad it was.  It’s been so long since I have been here I had to change my password.  Just to warn everyone, the following post has to deal with death, so if you don’t want to read on, you need to go no further than this first paragraph.  

Coming here to write was not my first choice.  I was looking around online for personal diaries and journals, even set up an account at two of them, thinking that would get the “want” for writing back, but it didn’t work.  I ended up coming back here, got a new theme for the blog, and here I am.  It’s taken quite a bit for me to get to this point where I have a New Post page open.  I can procrastinate with the best of them.

So.  After months of being in and out of the hospital, rehab and finally hospice, my father died.  It wasn’t sudden, and it’s not a shock, but it did finally happen.  He died at home, in the living room, with my mom sitting next to him.  She had called me hours before, when I was still at work, to tell me the hospice workers said it wasn’t going to be long now, he probably wouldn’t last until the morning.  I told mom I would leave work and come over, which I did, but as I was talking to her in the parking lot at work she said not to come over now, she was OK, but she might need me later.  So I told her sure, call me if anything happens but I was going to go home and take a nap.

My phone rang at exactly two o’clock that morning.  It was a quick conversation.  Mom said he was gone, I said I was leaving.  I threw some clothes in a bag, woke my friend up to tell her, and ran.  I arrived to find mother and the two pretty mortuary boys filling out paperwork in the kitchen.  In the background was my dead father, laying on the hospital gurney, with a horrible grimace on his face.  Save for the oxygen tanks around him and all the other sundries that comes with hospice care, it looked as if he was lying in his own bed.  There was a towel on his chest, but he was wearing a sweater  and was covered up with quilts so you couldn’t tell he was in a diaper.

The paperwork finished, the pretty mortuary boys were very efficient in getting dad out of there.  They had mom take his watch off, then they covered him with a sheet, took the quilts off of him, easily moved him to their gurney to the open body bag, and zipped it closed.

That was it.  He was 73 years old.  My dad and mom were married for 48 years.

Being practical women and not one to stand around, mom and I got to work airing out the living room, lighting candles, stripping the bedding, and moving stuff around because all of the hospice stuff took up the living room.  By 7 AM we were exhausted, this was the end of nearly 6 months of watching my father wasting away, but there were still phone calls to make.  I called out from work, then texted my boss to let her know he was gone and I would be out for a few days.  My mom called my brother, whom I haven’t seen in 20+ years, and he made arrangements to fly out at 11PM that evening.  She left a message with relatives who had already planned to come down from Seattle that day, to let them know that dad had passed, she had a ton of things to do and it wasn’t a good time to come down.  Needless to say, all she got was voicemail.

We had to be at the funeral home by 3PM, and mom was freaked out by that. I had been through it before with a friend’s mother, so for me it really wasn’t a big deal.  It was super easy, and once we discovered dad could be buried in Willamette National Cemetery, we went that route, which took a lot of stress off.  The feds would handle the burial and everything else, all mom had to do was cremate him.  We signed everything and was out of there in less than a half an hour.  Dad’s years in the Air Force really paid off when it counted and made my mom’s life much easier.  The funeral home would take care of the remains, and would call us when he was interred in his niche.

We get back to the house and mom calls the cousins, who are on their way to us after having lunch.  The hospice people still had not shown up.  Mom and I did what we could to make room for four other people but regardless of what we did, it was still a living room filled with hospital equipment.  There was no way around it.  When the cousins showed up, there was still no sign of the hospice people and my two cousins, who are around my age, entered the house with wide-eyes.  Hey, we told them not to come.

I sat on the hospital bed.  The bedding had been stripped away and all was left was the mattress covered in its plastic sheeting.  No gore, no signs of death anywhere.  My Great Aunt stood for as long as she could then asked if she could sit with me.  I patted the mattress next to me and said sure, dad died here but you really can’t tell.  My cousins about passed out but Auntie sat.

Mind you, I haven’t seen these people in YEARS, even though they are my closest relatives.  Growing up, I never had anything in common with them.  They were from Atlanta and even though they moved to the Seattle area almost thirty years earlier they still had that Southern Belle mentality.  That’s what I grew up with, and that is how I remembered them.  Age and experience has taken its toll on all of us, so cousin #1 was dealing with her second divorce and was about to move in with Auntie and Uncle with her two kids.  Cousin #2 was just married, for the first time.   Our lives had continued on different paths, so sitting there trying to make small talk with these relatives of mine, in the living room sitting on the bed where my father died well, it was an experience.  Auntie asked me if dad looked peaceful when he passed.  I assured her he did, finally gone from all of those demons that had haunted him for as long as I could remember.  I didn’t have the heart to tell her he had this horrible, horrible grimace on his face which has been burned into my brain.   I told her of the quilt he got from hospice, with bright squares and pictures of cats, given to him by some sweet person who worked with hospice patients.

The time didn’t pass but it did, and they eventually left, after a flurry of exchanging phone numbers.  I harbored no wishes, I knew I would hear from them, and as all mourners they would taper off as new things came into life.   With hugs and well wishes they finally drove off, just as the hospice truck pulled up to haul everything away.  Once all of the equipment was gone, the living room was this huge open space again.  It was finished.  There was nothing left to do but wait for my brother to fly in from Jersey.

Six months of illness, of stress, of wondering what was going to happen, of worrying about my mother, was over.  I thought it was over when the body bag was zipped closed, but the finality hit home when the hospice truck drove off and left us with a wide open space that was empty.

Note:  I started writing this post a week ago.  I started, then stopped.  At the time I couldn’t finish it because I just…couldn’t.  I am now in the space where I can, and did, finish.

My father passed away June 20.  He was interred July 19.

My birthday.

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My First and Last Trip to Ulta

Pinky Swear by Ulta

Pinky Swear by Ulta (Photo credit: lindavisawesome)

I have this bizarre way of thinking:  if everyone else is doing something, I go out of my way to not do it.  If everyone else is doing something, then I know I won’t like what it is.

Case in point:  I walked into an Ulta for the first time today.  For those who don’t know, Ulta is the Costco of beauty products and brands.  They have everything, literally to make you look and smell better from the outside.  I have never seen a wall devoted to flat irons in my life.

So.  I was shopping with my mother who wanted to go to Michael’s craft store, and Ulta was two doors down.  I figured hey, I should probably check this out, finally.  See what all the buzz is about.

I should have kept walking.  There is a Peet’s Coffee at the end of the mall and I should have indulged in an iced coffee instead.

Mind you, its like 90 degrees outside.  I know many parts of the country have been dealing with heat waves since June, but out here we haven’t.  Also, in the Pacific Northwest 90 is HOT.  Anyway, so I walk into the store and immediately get slapped in the face with a deluge of perfumes.  There were a bunch of people in those aisles, spraying and spritzing from pretty little bottles.  Ugh.

So I start perusing the Smashbox, Stila and other high end brand cosmetic aisles.  I don’t know, I just wasn’t thrilled.  Probably all those testers that were in ruins in front of the sealed products.  I usually go insane over beauty products, even when I walked in the door I was doing a mental balance on my debit card, figuring I wasn’t going to get out of there without something.

I went into the back where all the hair brushes and flat irons were.  I could have delved deeper into the hair product section but I wasn’t interested.  I did find a really nice hair brush, but there was only one left and it wasn’t the color that the display was.  So I kept walking.

I ended up in the Bath section and they had big bottles of shower gel, buy two get one free.  That’s another weakness of mine, shower gels.  Love them!  I smelled one, something Lavender and Chamomile.  It smelled nothing like Lavender and Chamomile, instead it smelled like some cheap knock-off of what Lavender and Chamomile should smell like.  Then I looked at the ingredient list.

That’s when I realized I was in the wrong place.  I put the bottle down and got out of there.  On my way out the door I was slapped in the face again with the miasma coming from the fragrance section.  The whole experience was too much, really, but now I know why I never went in there.

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My Posture Sucks.

Bad posture

Bad posture (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m a huncher. No matter how much I try to keep my back pressed up against the , back of my chair, I eventually find myself practically laying on my computer keyboard with my nose pressed against my monitor.  Even worse, it’s totally an unconscious thing.  I have no idea I am leaning forward until I stop and completely redirect my mind to what my body is doing.

Earlier today, I was typing a Google search entry and I realized I was nearly laying the upper part of my body on the desk.  Horrified at myself, I straightened up and heard a cracking sound in my neck as I did so.  No pain, but it’s not a sound you want coming from any part of your body.

So, like any savvy blogger, I hit the web to see what I could find on ergonomics and improving my posture, not only for sitting but for standing and walking as well.  From what I can tell so far, I am so out of alignment my knuckles might as well be dragging on the floor.  The amount of information I found was staggering and inconsistent: sit up straight, do NOT sit up straight, walk carrying weights (also known as the Farmers Walk), do not carry anything heavy.  Sit with your feet beneath your hips, pretend there’s a string attached to your head from the ceiling, do a body check every five minutes to see where you are in your posture.  Use wrist rests when typing.  Don’t forget all of the products that you can purchase to help you with your, including someone to massage you if you’re stiff.

First of all, the massage sounds good.  My shoulders bear the weight of all my stress and they are hard as rocks, to the point where I don’t like them being touched, even a simple tap can hurt.  I’ve been massaged before, and it’s not a big thrill for me because I have a difficult time with being touched.  Same reason why I’ve never had a pedicure.  The thought of someone touching my feet frankly freaks me out but that’s a post for another day.

Anyway…I came across a website about sucking in your gut, and how it’s actually beneficial.  It doesn’t solve all problems, but it helps strengthen lower back muscles as well as your core.  The best website I found for information was here.  Yes, it’s a blog about the raw food diet, which is not a turn off for me, I have actually found quite a bit of useful information.

So first things first, I am going to work on strengthening my core.  Then maybe my lower back won’t ache when I walk or sometimes, even stand.  Sadly, I am parked in front of a computer over 40 hours a week at my jobby-job, and I have got to do something before I turn into a mushroom.

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Paperless Writing

GoogleDocs

GoogleDocs (Photo credit: Wikipedia) This is what a document looks like in Google Docs, now Google Drive.

I’ve been writing since I was 10 years old.  In other words, pretty much for as long as I can remember.  I don’t know which came first, though:  my love for office supplies or writing.  Could be my writing came from my almost fetish-like adoration of writing supplies, which lead to my full on fetish-like adoration of bags.

I’ve always had to carry a bag, tote or backpack that could also handle my writing supplies.  Pens and a notebook or two, the normal 8.5×11 size (I’ve tried the smaller uber cute notebooks but the smaller paper doesn’t get me anywhere, literally) of notebook, so I needed a purse to fit those items, as well as the rest of the stuff I carry.  I would alternate between backpacks, messenger bags, tote bags, over-sized purses…anything to carry my writing implements.  For over 30 years I have done this and yes, I have quite the collection of handbags and writing supplies, but not anymore.

These days, I no longer need to drag around writing supplies, now that I have my Android phone.  After checking out quite a few Android Apps for writing, and after doing a lot of research, I finally figured out a writing system that worked for me:  Google Drive.

This wasn’t planned.  I started out with Google Docs, then two days after I got that into my phone Docs turned to Drive.  In simplistic terms, I can write in the Doc file on my phone, and when I get home to my desktop I can make changes or do more writing on the same documents using Drive as well.

To me this is super super cool.  I didn’t want to pay any money for a decent word processor for my phone because that just sounds…well, weird to me.  Drive as a free app, which also works with my desktop, is pretty stellar because I can whip out my phone and squeeze a line or two in during work without having to drag out pen and paper, and once I get home I can continue on in the same document.

I like it.  I like it a lot.  Oh, and did I say it was free?

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Cuppow: This Thing is Awesome. Oh, and I now have a Smart Phone.

My Cuppow At Work Action Shot

I cannot for the life of me remember where I came across Cuppow.  I know once I found it I posted it all over my personal Facebook page because really, how ingenious!  My friends saw my posts and commented how cool it looked, but no one had purchased one yet.

I so planned on buying one, but you, dear readers, know things come up.  I wanted it, but I had more pressing things to worry about, like taxes, getting the oil changed in my car, putting gas in my car, the dryer ate my last bra, those things.  So the Cuppow was put on my list of “wants” and I figured I would drool over the pictures until I was able to get one.

Then a friend of mine sent a message to me over Facebook saying he ordered presents and they should be here in about a week.  I scratched my head at that, thinking what on earth, he must have meant someone else.  So I never replied.  He never followed up, so I forgot about it.  Until I got a text on my phone asking if I was home, presents had come in the mail, could he come over?  Um, sure, I texted back, and not a minute later he was at my front door with a Cuppow.

I think his back is still bothering him from when I threw my arms around him.  Ooops.

I mean, how sweet and amazing for him to get me one, right?  The only thing, we are both totally lame, because neither of us had a wide-mouth Mason jar to use it with!  A day later we had that solved, but really?  No wide mouth jars?  He had none, and I had a ton of narrow mouth jars.  I found a box of wide mouth lids with bands, but no jars.  Yeah, all I can do is shake my head.

So!  Cuppow!  These things are super, super cool.  This hard, BPA free plastic lids turn your Mason jar into a leak-proof drinking vessel.  The Cuppow sits right on top of your wide mouth jar, you screw the band on and there you go, the coolest coffee cup ever.   Canning jars are the best really, because they are clean, they don’t stain, absorb flavors, you can wash them, boil them, whatever.  You can have a cup of coffee, then rinse it out and have a cup of tea without any residual flavors from the coffee.  There’s no BPA or chemical worries with a canning jar.

In the summer time I use a quart jar for iced tea at work, with tons of ice, a straw, lemon and fresh mint. A quart jar is big enough to last between breaks, and if I need to I can slap the lid and band back on it.  They really are handy, and the Cuppow makes them handier.

(Shameless Starbucks Plug:  The pint jars are perfect for Via.  Just sayin’)

The only downside is the glass gets hot if you’re drinking hot beverages, but a quick Etsy search will come up with plenty of options for cozies for your jars. With or without handles.  Oh, and for those of you, like me, who have tons of narrow mouthed jars, I was informed the Cuppow people are going to come out with narrow-mouthed lids before the summer.  NICE!

On another topic, we finally got our phones upgraded, so I now have a Smart Phone.  A Samsung Exhibit II4G for Android.  I have been totally geeking out ever since I got the silly thing.  WordPress has an app, so of course I downloaded it, as well as some other cool writing apps.  Even Etsy for Android is just amazing.  I use Dolphin as a browser and don’t worry, the geek simply wipes off.  🙂

 

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I Turned Down a Product Review and Mango Butter is Awesome

Rose Geranium, image from Wikipedia

I got an email this morning, asking me to do a product review on a 100% natural skin care boutique.  According to the email I could pick one of the many products offered, full-sized, and all I needed to do was do a product review of whatever I chose, with a link back to the site. I checked out the offerings on the website, and to be honest, I wasn’t really impressed.  There were several brands available, but really high-end brands.  I mean, we’re talking costly.

I surfed the website for a bit and decided no, no review.  I sent an email back thanking them for considering me, but I was sure they could find another blogger in the natural blogging sphere who could better suit their request.

I couldn’t justify reviewing, thus recommending, a product that I wouldn’t purchase on my own.  I scoured the entire website and found nothing that I really wanted to try.  There was one brand that I will not use, and the others, well…$36.95 for an exfoliator?  No.  If I don’t pay for it myself, how can I recommend it to others?  One of the last things I am going to buy is a 1.69 ounce jar of an exfoliant for nearly $40.

So I passed.

Now on to something more affordable:  The All Natural Face makes does Body Butters.  I purchased one a while ago, and picked the Rose Geranium scent (there are two fragrance “lines”, one made with fragrance oils and the other line made with Essential Oils) grateful it was an option because Rose Geranium has tons of benefits, check out The Mountain Rose listing here.  Now, not only is the Rose Geranium a benefit, but I found out tonight that there’s more.

There are four ingredients in their Body Butters:  Organic Mango Butter, Organic Vegan Coconut Oil, Organic Jojoba Oil, and the Rose Geranium Essential Oil.  I never really knew what Mango Butter was or did.  I have plenty of products that contain Mango Butter, and I know its good for my skin, but I never really looked into it.

Mountain Rose Herbs has a whole listing of the properties and the goodness of Mango Butter here.  I had no idea of the array of benefits of Mango Butter, which makes me love the Body Butter from The All Natural Face even more.

Oh, and the 2 ounce jar I purchased?  It was $6.50.  Also comes in a 4 ounce jar for $12.

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Thought I found a new line of healthy cosmetics. I really did.

A sample of Prussian blue.

Sample of Prussian Blue, which is also known as Ferro Ammonium Ferrocyanide. Thanks Wikipedia.

I was in a search engine kind of mood tonight (in other words, procrastinating like you would not believe) and I came across a brand of cosmetics who had come out with a healthy line of products.

I must say the front page for this line of products (let me call them Exhibit A so I won’t overuse adjectives) was very nice.  I was sold simply by reading the description, “100% natural and packed with organic ingredients”.  There was mention of Eco-Cert Certification, the packaging was award winning because it was made of an everyday vegetable, the packaging was very attractive and boy, I really liked the color of the lipstick!  I dove into the two pages of products, all excited as to the bounty I was going to be faced with.

I am going to number my disappointments:

1. No lipstick.  There was lip-gloss, but no lipstick.  There was a picture of several shades of lipstick, in the same amazing packaging, but either the company is out, or not advertising it or whatever.  Regardless of the reason, it wasn’t available to purchase.  I can adapt, so I aimed for the lip-gloss.

2.  The Lip-gloss has nice colors, the price is a bit steep at $20 but the price doesn’t matter anymore because right smack dab in the middle of the ingredients is Fragrance (parfum).  Those two words are a deal breaker for me, because Fragrance (parfum) can be absolutely anything.  Now, Fragrance is known as a trade secret, so companies do NOT have to divulge what the Fragrance is made of.  The website tells us Exhibit A’s Lip Gloss is formulated with “natural and organic ingredients”.  That is well and good, but what are those ingredients?  Traditionally, Fragrance (parfum) is generally known as an umbrella term for synthetic or chemical compounds, so in this Lip Gloss am I to assume the same thing? The website says this line of cosmetics is made without synthetic fragrances, so do I believe it? As I said, seeing that one ingredient is an absolute deal breaker, so I moved on to another product in the line.

3.  Pressed Powder!  Yipee!  Wait…no ingredients listed.  NEXT.

4.  Loose powder!  Well, not too bad, pressed is more purse friendly but…oh wait, first ingredient is talc, which my skin hates.  Never mind.

5.  Eye Shadows!  Soft, muted colors and again first ingredient is talc.  Scratch that idea.  Even worse, at the end of the ingredient list there’s that phrase that make my eyes roll to the back of my head:  “May Contain”.  Then there’s a line of letters with numbers.  Whatever these letters and numbers mean, are they in the product or not?  May Contain?  So, if we get a batch that contains whatever it may or may not contain are we better off for it, or is it an accidental batch?

6.  Last but not least, in an attempt to find something that I absolutely had to have, I checked out the eyeliner.  This time instead of looking at the colors, I went straight to the ingredients, which were rather good save for this horrible mouthful of letters:  Ferro Ammonium Ferrocyanide.

All together now, say it five times fast.  Typing the word about made me dizzy.  To save myself from falling out of my desk chair I copied and pasted the words into my search engine and up popped several cosmetics websites that inform us of chemicals in our cosmetics and their possible toxicity levels, but I bypassed those websites in favor of the one that would prove my point without any sort of bias.

Heck yeah, I went to the FDA.  The Federal Drug Administration.  The Feds.  Their own website.  Because hey, if the government says it’s OK to use, why let’s just hop right on that train and ride it to the end of time (insert whatever level of sarcasm you see fit).  Seriously, I went to the FDA’s Color Additive Status List.  Looks like it was last updated in December 2009?  Huh.  You have to scroll down, or use the links across the top, to find the section where Ferro Ammonium Ferrocyanide lives.  Oh, and List 5?  List 5 are the colorants “exempt from certification and permanently listed for DRUG use.  (None of these color additives may be used in products that are for use in the area of the eye, unless otherwise indicated.).”  Copied and pasted from the List 5 Category.

Now, the list is in alphabetical order, so it’s not difficult to find what the Fed’s have to say about Ferro Ammonium Cyanide.  For those who aren’t intrigued by all this, let me quote what it written:  “Externally applied drugs, including those for eye area – GMP – 73.1298”.  So.  This colorant is exempt from certification, and we can use it on the eyes.  *raises eyebrows*

So then, I went to an independent website to see what they had to say about Ferro Ammonium Cyanide:

Safety Information

The Food and Drug Administration (FDA) lists Ferric Ferrocyanide and Ferric Ammonium Ferrocyanide as color additives exempt from certification. Ferric Ferrocyanide and Ferric Ammonium Ferrocyanide are safe for use in coloring externally applied cosmetics and personal care products, including products applied to the area of the eye, when these ingredients conform to FDA specifications. Ferric Ferrocyanide and Ferric Ammonium Ferrocyanide are also allowed to be used in externally applied drugs. These ingredients are not allowed to be used in products intended for use on the lips.

Wait up a second.  I can use this product on my eyes, but not on my lips?  Is this the reason why cosmetic companies, who have loose, colored powders you can use as either nail polish, eyeliner, eye shadow or lipstick have a disclaimer when certain colors are not to be used on the mouth?

In addition, this product is in a brand of cosmetics that is said as being “100% natural and packed with organic ingredients”.

This is why we need to educate ourselves.  The pretty packaging and claims sometimes do not tell us what we need to know before we use a beauty product…

What we should know.

 

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EPIC FAIL: Breakfast

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Eating breakfast has never been a popular thing for me.  Yes, I know it’s good for me, I’ve read all of the benefits of eating breakfast and the bad things when you don’t.  Heck, even my Nurse Practitioner tells me I should eat breakfast.  Might as well admit it, every doctor I have had has been trying to get me to eat breakfast.

When I was in my 20’s I worked in demanding jobs and I would either not eat or grab something so I could continue moving.  Back then I could handle it (or so I thought) but then I was told I wasn’t getting enough nutrients and my body was in a constant starvation mode, so whatever I ate my body kept because it never knew when it was getting more fuel again.  Did I learn? No, not yet, not 20 years later.  Now, if I don’t eat I start feeling really ill, but I can still push myself to not eat until the afternoon.

Granted, in real life I work swing shift at my jobby-job, so I don’t start work until 230 in the afternoon three days out of the week.  I am generally out of bed around 10 or so, plenty of time to hop online and whatnot before I have to get ready for work.  Even with a couple of hours at my disposal I still don’t eat.

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Why?

The thought of anything other than coffee first thing out of bed makes me nauseous.  Sadly, I can consume coffee like no tomorrow, until my stomach starts to complain and I start getting that ill feeling from not eating.  Two weeks ago, I completely overdosed on caffeine, so I started drinking half decaf.  Then a week ago I started off my week telling myself that I would make a real effort to eat breakfast, instead of starving myself until 4 in the afternoon when I took my first break at work and could run to Starbucks for a bagel with cream cheese.

I didn’t go nuts on the breakfast.  I did oatmeal with raisins, which I do love.  I ate it.  I wasn’t thrilled, but I ate it.  I didn’t feel great while I was eating it but it did make a difference as the day went on.  After the first day, I figured I could get used to eating in the mornings.  So I had more oatmeal with raisins the second day.  It was easier getting down than the first day, and I did feel decent as the day went on, again.

Alas, that was it.  I lasted two days.  I didn’t eat breakfast for the rest of the week.  EPIC FAIL.  I will try again Monday.

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