Now that Halloween is over, I can share with you all the Halloween makeup looks I tried this week. I didn’t have a costume but instead tried to do several different eye make up looks. Remember I am not a trained makeup artist so I think I did pretty good!
My first one was a spider! I might even use the colors in my regular day because I think it complements my eye color.
My second one was just black and orange. Typically orange is not a good color on me but it turned out ok.
My third look is a more cartoon witchy color with purple, orange, and black.
By the fourth day I am super tired of orange. It’s just not me! 😂 so I tried to copy some colors from the Disney character Maleficent. I used a couple different shades of green with gold and black. It was more fun and I have some green/gold flecks in my brown eyes.
On Halloween I decided to try a clown look with black, pink, and gray. It’s kind of chalky for me but it was fun although hard to take off at night 😢
I also used my different wigs with my Halloween looks which I thought was fun!
I hope this gives you ideas of how many different ways you can use makeup for Halloween!
Friday night some of my grandkids came over and played with the nerf guns I juts snagged at Costco. Those little foam balls were everywhere and I loved it!
Yesterday I joined my two adult boys in a shooting expedition! My oldest son brought his WWII rifle-a Mosin Nagant built in 1938.
My second son brought his .22 and his 12 gauge shotgun.
I brought my 9mm Glock.
My boys are so smart and safe. They drive up the canyon, scoped out an area next to the mountain, made sure no other people were around us, they brought water bottles to shoot and a shovel just in case the gun fire started sparks. When someone got ready to shoot, we each ask – are you guys ready? Meaning-do you have your ear protection on-are you in the right area back from the shooter-is it safe-and then after shooting-can I check my shots?
I am so proud of them as men, they are both good, responsible, and thoughtful men. I got to shoot both of their guns which I felt honored to do so-that they trust me enough to do this and enjoy in their fun.
We did have fun! We had several targets we blew up, we shot the heck out of many filled water bottles, several used racquetballs and tennis balls now have holes in them, we expended lots of different ammo and shared each other’s guns. What fun, what memories, what joy to spend time with my boys.
I have discovered Apple Music. Or rather I’ve discovered all the music I’ve loved over the years and haven’t afforded to buy every single song.
(This isn’t an ad for Apple 🍎 btw)
I got an email from Apple letting me know I could try Apple Music out for 3 months for free. I thought it sounded like fun so I’m giving it a try.
I’ve been having so much fun!
Growing up in Wyoming, I didn’t often have much music to listen. My parents once had a Stevie Wonder 8 track tape and my favorite song was and is Superstition! But most of the time the radio didn’t get good stations- although I remember hearing “Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress one night.
In the summer I could sometimes get a California station to come in clear but not til late at night.
One summer we took a trip to Arizona to see my grandmother and I loved the radio stations-I called and requested “Blinded by the Light” probably several hundred times a day.
My first husband worked at a record/music store for a period of time and gathered a huge collection of new and old music by the time he changed jobs. Obviously I didn’t get all the music in our divorce so now I’m trying to remember all the great artists I’ve loved over the years. Only my memory doesn’t work as well and there is one artist I can remember her music video but not the name of the song! It drives me crazy.
Imagine my delight to just click on hundreds of songs I love ❤️ I arrived at work last Friday super happy because I was listening to “Elemental” by Tears for Fears.
My only problem is-I’m not in my car long enough to listen to all of them!
I remember several years ago attending a Utah Jazz basketball game. One of the Jazz dancers had long red/purple hair and I thought OMG I want red/purple hair! It was so pretty.
So I changed my hair color. I had platinum hair then and was ready for a change. Platinum is a lot of upkeep but so is red. Red washes out quickly-very quickly. So I spent time to grow my hair although noticed it seemed to fall out more often.
I had special “red” shampoo, washed my hair in cold water and blow dryed my hair on cooler temperatures.
This first picture is 2018- my hair is a dark brown with purple red highlights. I am also wearing a “halo” dyed to match and I loved it!
This next picture is just a couple days ago. I cut my long purple/red wig because the end were getting fuzzy and tangled but as you can see-the color is almost the same and not even close to the upkeep of my hair before! Wigs can be so much more versatile and the red color lasts a long time! No color touch ups yet (it’s been a year)!
I remember listening to Rod Stewart’s song Hot Legs at a youth activity at our local reservoir when I was maybe 15. I thought I did not have legs like that and never would have legs like that.
At 15 I judged my legs. I felt ashamed of my feet too-at size 10 feet I thought there was something wrong with me.
Now that I’m a little more aware of my judgements-I remember being involved in athletics-volleyball, softball, and riding my bicycle to work (3 miles? Each direction) every day in the summer. I’m pretty sure there wasn’t anything wrong with my legs. One summer I got an in park homerun at a softball tournament. My legs can run.
Now that I’m older, I realize my legs are still hot legs. I helped my daughter move last week-up and down stairs maybe a hundred times -filling a 26 foot Uhaul and unloading the same Uhaul. My knees work really well.
Hot Legs apply to anyone with legs. I’m so thankful I have legs that work.
Lots of women right now are on social media talking about their Covid weight and how they’re planning on, participating, or advertising a new diet.
I think we all need to congratulate ourselves for living in 2020. It’s been stressful, it’s different, sometimes it’s scary, we are isolated from other people, they are also weird natural disasters going on, along with political and racial conflict too.
Oh and masks! Wear a mask, don’t wear a mask. Who knows right?
Maybe it’s ok to say-Hey thank goodness it’s almost September and I’m a survivor. My body and my mind are strong and I can do hard things.
Isn’t this more important than the stupid number on the scale?
I am surviving 2020-that’s the most important thing.
My granddaughter’s grandpa died last week (on her fathers side). I am so sad for my sweet granddaughter. Grandparents are such a wonderful blessing.
My dad’s parents were a bigger part of my life after my mother died. I lived with them for a time after she died (I don’t remember how long but I think I remember asking where my dad was, that I missed him). Then I lived with my dad but spent many afternoons and weekends with my grandpa and grandma Dana.
I was especially close with my grandma Dana and she loved me unconditionally and tried to teach me it wasn’t important to be popular or pretty; that there were other things in life more important. My grandma and grandpa Dana both passed away before I graduated high school.
I was blessed to still have my grandma and grandpa Lindberg, my mother’s parents. I spent the rest of my life until about 10 years ago building an adult relationship with my grandma. It was the best thing ever, to have her in my life this long. I always felt loved and accepted around her. My grandpa died last year and he was an example to me. What a blessing to have them both through my adult life.
I hope I can be as loving and nonjudgmental with my granddaughter as my grandparents were with me. Grandparents are a special gift.