Dr. Song Vitamin C Serum Review

Dr. Song vitamin C serum is just like all the others that I have tried.

As in ... IT WORKS!

I noticed that the scent in this (Like the others) has a blowing bubbles type of smell .... It is stronger in smell than the others. But as soon as it is on your face. You are good to go and you can no longer smell it. No one has mentioned the smell on my face, even while up close (I was worried that my nose just got used to the smell.) But after blatantly asking my husband ... what does my face smell like and getting his reply "Nothing, I can not smell anything." I can without a doubt tell you that the scent you smell at first, can not be smelled once applied.

THE MAIN THING DIFFERENT ABOUT THIS BRAND ... IS A BIG THING!

I noticed with other Vitamin C serums ... if I stopped using it, my face would break out really bad. Almost like it was going through withdrawals. I would immediately have to use some to clear the outbreak.
With Dr. Song ... that was not the case. Wanting to see if it was like the rest, I used it for a week ... quit for a week. NORMALLY during that time with others, I would break out. I DID NOT break out this time, using this particular product. and that was a huge deal for me. Because WHILE I DO NOT want to BE WITHOUT this stuff ... sometimes I forget to order in time, and I will be without it until it ships to my door.
I NO LONGE FEAR the UPS truck being late. I will admit that I am vain.... in the sense that I do not like to have acne. AKA ...Why I use these serums in the first place. I LOVE that I do not have to worry that if I miss a day ... my face will resemble a pepperoni pizza before the refill arrives. I can rest assure that what ever is in other products that causes that to happen, is not in this one. Making this one my go to vitamin c serum.

It like the others ... feels fresh on your face. I DO recommend a moisturizer -- specially with winter coming up.

If you are a vitamin c lover, or even if you have never tried and you are wondering which one is for you. ITS THIS ONE!

I received one or more of the products mentioned above for free using Tomoson.com. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I received one or more of the products mentioned above for free using Tomoson.com. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers.

Coming out your mouth with your "Blah, blah. blah" I might have issues.

Okay, so earlier today I wrote a blog ... it ended up being the size of a *short*, short story ... so I figured I would write the rest tomorrow. Well, turns out, tomorrow is today. I can not guarantee myself that I will have time, nor that I will remember the things I wanted to say today- tomorrow.

I need this one ... I need to re-read it later to see if I am completely full of shit or not. So this blog serves as a reminder for a later date.

You ever sit down with someone and have a conversation, then wonder to yourself if you even believe what the hell spilt out of your face at those moments? Or if it is just habit. Or something you once believed and are unsure if it still holds truth in your life at that moment?

The eyes are the windows to the soul they say ... they say some people can look into your eyes and see you. Who you are. Not who you are acting like, but the you, that you keep hidden deep down inside. The insecure you, the unsure you, the rebellious you. "The picture up there, is just me, holding the black kitten Lincoln." I chose it ... because it had an eye. There was no filter, just me. I look at it and wonder .... do people actually see me? Or do they see the things I say or do? Do they only see their original perceived notions of me that now stand in the way of who I really am? Half the time I think people are full of shit when they say they see me. But some people who say they do scare the shit out of me. "What if they do?" I am for the most part, an open book. I do not mind sharing my life with others.

That being said, For every one thing I share ... there are ten things I keep just for me. What if they see that?
I wonder sometimes if people see the real me beneath the smile? I just wonder if they see.

It's not that I lie to people about who I am.... It's just, I don't trust easily. I do not like the idea of being judged. I do not think that people would understand me. Not truthfully. I honestly think that if people knew, really knew what was going on in my head ... they would fear me. I would probably be sitting in a padded cell room in a straight jacket right now.  I have such a dark sinister side, that I hide. I let a little out in my writing, or in a poem or two. But I even feel the need to mask it from myself. "It's not all dark.- But I am not all light and fucking rainbows either."

Can you see me?


Another thing we were talking about was love ... do you believe in love, if you were to get divorced or widowed would you marry again?
FIRST -- I am not truthfully married. According to the paperwork, Our marriage is void. Because the documents contain false information.
"Let me make this clear."
I am not single .... I just by law am not married. I am very much with someone. Just if we decide to go our separate ways, Divorce would not be part of it. So that is irrelevant.

TO ANSER THOUGH ....... NO.

I do not think I would marry. I thought I married once, but I am constantly reminded that we are not truthfully married.  It is not that I am against it. It's that I have spent so much of my time trying to be what someone wants me to be, just to feel validated in their life, that I have sort of lost me during the process. It is selfish really
I think I would like to focus on me .... find out for myself who I am. See if what others see behind my eyes is true. I don't want to be this girl that at this very moment I face the world as. I am masked by assumptions and lies ... I am not who I am. I am who someone wants me to be, or what I thought they wanted me to be.

Its funny that no one seems to realize how little remarks like "Why do you have to do that in public?" Or, "You scare me - I do not want to read anymore of your stuff, because I sleep next to you and I am afraid. Are you really going to wear that? You're so strange. I just do not understand you sometimes." can make a person recoil back into themselves.

I am not saying that I am lying about who I am .... I am not following tennis knowing I am a full on Hockey girl. I do not say I like scrambled eggs when I really like fried *note* I love them all ways. It's not those sort of masks.

It's more of being reserved. Holding yourself back from FULL ON YOU. Only being half yourself is just the same as being someone different. "Maybe that is complete bullshit." But because I do not feel I can just be me .... I feel I am not me.

I honestly do no know how to find the words to put that.

BUT NO .... I would focus on me, my kids.

Besides - I have come to the conclusion that it might be better off being a lone. If you look at any love in this world, it all ends tragically. Unless you die together at the same moment, someone is getting hurt. Maybe it's best to be alone. To not have to feel that pain. Easier maybe. If it wasn't for our constant want to love, and be loved.

I say it might be easier, I say no to marriage now ... but who knows. Five years from now I might meet someone in a coffee shop, and marry them under the full moon surrounded by lilies and fire while listening to the waves crash onto shore. You just never know! I do not know.

Super Flex Silicone Oven Mitt, 1 Pair Review.

Anyone who knows me ... KNOWS that I love to cook. They also know that I am a complete klutz and I am always sporting a burn or two. I realize that most people are thinking, why? Don't you use pot holders, etc?

Well, Yes... yes I do. The problem with that is, The ones that do not slip completely over your hands, leave other parts vulnerable to the hot racks or even the flaming hot red thing at the top of the stove. Or, you figure you will only be holding the pan you are getting for a second that using a semi wet glove mitten will protect you just fine. "WRONG!!! Do not do that! The heat eats through wet cloth rather quickly!



  So I got these silicone gloves in the mail.

ONE, I collect oven mitts, and pot holders, etc. I have a ton, but never seem to have enough, so I was excited to add these to the pot. "No pun intended."


First, I was a little nervous. I had visions of taking out a pan of lasagna, only to have the heat eat through the mitts and sizzle my finger tips gone. "I have an overactive, vivid, somewhat illogical imagination."

I was reassured that silicone is not like rubber at all. So my hands will be safe. THEY WERE, I felt like a fool having been afraid in the first place.

These mitts are thick and durable. I even touched the top red thing on accident and it did nothing.

Outside, they kind of look like industrial mitts. Stuff that scientists would use to protect themselves from dangerous chemicals. They have this protective quality feel about them. Inside, they are soft.

BONUS ---- the insides slip out for easy cleaning.

the paper inside the package that comes with them says that it can go up to 450 degrees F. I wanted to test the boundaries a little on this one. I was broiling some potatoes, "For quicker done baked potatoes." I grabbed the cookie sheet they were sizzling on using those mitts.

Nothing happened to them, they were not damaged. But I could feel the heat slightly more. Had I held onto the pan for longer than the few seconds it took to go from over to top of stove, it might have made marks into the silicone. Luckily it didn't this time, but I would suggest to stay within the 450 degree mark.
But I also say, if your other mitts are wet, using it for a quick second in this instance is a better option! They are cheap, so they are easy to replace if you hold onto something a little too long.

  These are definitely my go too oven mitt!

I just need to see if they make other colors. Would be awesome if they did holiday designs, like Halloween! For the weirdo like me who likes to collect oven mitt attire.

If you are interested, you can get yourself a pair here http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00H0OJPTG/ref=cm_cr_rev_prod_title



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BakeitFun Baking Mat Review Review

I am a huge, HUGE fan of cooking, backing, etc. If I am in a kitchen, I am happy. It's like a giant science experiment with me, its like an art, I am creating something. Who knows if it will be good or bad, the point is .... I am creating!

So with that being said, I was extremely excited to try the bake it fun mat.

I have so many cookie sheets that I have DESTROYED. Thanks to pam sprays, and simply forgetting that I had something in the oven and burnt it to the pan. I can not seem to throw them away, because apparently I am a hoarder. So instead I would normally wrap the pan in foil, and then cook what ever I was planning on making on the pan.

THIS MAT "Alleviates this!

I know all you people out there who use foil, KNOW that the stuff is not cheap! I use those pans almost every night during cooking, so foil was being used nightly.

Pros for using foil?
1. Easy clean up
2. I do not have to throw away the pan.
3. helps keep any new pans from being destroyed like the old ones.

Cons for using foil?
1. it is just wasteful.
2. It was getting expensive.

PRO'S FOR THE BAKE IT FUN MAT?

1.Easy clean up! ..... You stick the mat on your pan, you bake like normal, you take the mat off, and you rinse it. Roll it back up, and you are good to go.
2. I do not have to throw away any of the pans.
3. Helps keep any new pans from being destroyed.
4. It is not at all expensive. The bake it mat, is actually affordable.
5. No waste.
6. can be used in the microwave
7. Lessons cooking times.
8. does not smell.

Number seven you might be thinking, How? Legit the mat has these little rings built in "Looks like the rings on a stove." They heat up ... My peanut butter cookies that normally take 9 minutes only took 5.  That may not mean much of a difference to anyone, but when you are being overwhelmed by a sweet tooth, those extra four minutes are a huge deal!

Number 8 might have thrown you a little too... But I worried about that. If I baked "Fake out pizzas on that mat, would the sauce seep into the silicone fibers and effect the taste or smell of my cookies." The answer to that is no. No it doesn't.

CON'S for the BAKE IT FUN MAT.
The only con I have found is that the mat I have does not fit every pan I have. I have to use a rather large pan to use it in. I will have to look into weather or not they have different sizes. If not, that should be something that the company should look into.

All in all ... I really do enjoy the mat. It is easy to use, easy to clean, and it seems to take a beating. I have used it over 13 times and its still in perfect condition! I would recommend it for sure.



  I received one or more of the products mentioned above for free using Tomoson.com. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers.

Why bother? and rants and raves about the new lunatic christians next door.

21 days since my last post, according to Facebook's page reminder for "Randomly So." So here I am.

I was asked a question the other day, it made me think. The question was "Why do you blog? You do not have many followers, do you think they care?" This was asked by someone close to me, who will not be named. I started to wonder, I ransacked my own mind for the answer.

My answer? " I blog because I want to." To me, it is not about followers, it's not about anything really. Maybe I am some sick girl who likes to hear myself talk, but in all honesty. It serves as a learning tool. A diary.

Randomly, I will go back and see what the year held for me. I will note the stupid things I have said, when I was ignorant to an actual situation *Before looking into the truth of what I was talking about, and only writing my thoughts based on assumptions.* Just to remind myself that speaking out about things that you know nothing about, really does not serve me well. I just look like a damned fool. "My way, of teaching myself to think before speaking, to know what it is I am claiming to know."  A lesson, that even to this day, I am still learning, regardless of the many times I have stuck that foot in my mouth.

I sometimes write things about my life ... something I am going through, something that I am having a hard time making decisions about. It helps to re-read those things. To see if there are hidden answers in my words that my subconscious is screaming out to me.

I could throw out all kinds of strange reasons why I blog ... but it all comes back to one thing. "Because I want to." I do not think that was the answer she was looking for, but it is what it is, you know?

Moving on .....

I got some new neighbors. They are both strange and cool all at once. They are also nerve racking, and intrusive and I am starting to feel like a prisoner in my own home.
First day I meet them, is move in day. Three little blonde girls show up at my front door, asking when the bus is coming because they know I have daughters that they want to meet. "The previous neighbors, had filled them in."
They spend about 10 minutes at my front door before I kindly tell them I will see them when I come out to the bus stop to get my girls.
"First impression, they are cute.... I do not dislike them, I think they are sweet."
My girls meet them and instantly find fast friends. They are in and out of my house for the remainder of that night.
AT ONE MOMENT, I GET SOME DEEP INSIGHT ABOUT WHO THEY REALLY ARE.
I am sitting on my sofa, the twins are sitting there, telling me about their old house. "I am wondering how long they are going to live here, due to the fact that they have been at my home for 6 hours now and I am seeing any peaceful weekends that might have come, being shattered in the distance before me."
The girl in pink ..... she goes, we are staying a long time ... we are staying until the rapture. I look at her, surprised, slightly creeped out. Here was this adorable blonde headed little cutie who looks a lot like the kids from the movie "Village of the damned." Telling me they will stay until the rapture. I look at the sister, the twin sister with the same adorable face who is seated on my coffee table .. she immediately follows up her sisters words with "So it won't be very long.

I KNEW they were church people. The husband is the pastor of the church the old neighbors (who were also the pastor of the church for) the replacement. I just had never really talked about religion with the old neighbors so I did not really know their stance on everything, how tapped out and Christian crazy they were. I had told them in the beginning, We are Catholic. "That tends to send most dominations away." Well, truth is ... I just learned to use the trick. I honestly do not believe in organized religion. Seems like another way to get people to conform. Scare them into their ways. Whatever ... I am off topic (point is) I chose to lie about being catholic to keep them off my back to join them at their church, so I never really talked about their beliefs. So I was quite surprised at these little ones remarks.

I legit envisioned a cult sacrificing themselves because they think its the rapture and they were chosen. But then again, that could just be coming into mind thanks to he numerous other reports of shit like that happening.

I blew it off ... thinking, I do not want to talk about that stuff, specially not with 5 year olds. SO I continue about the house doing things I needed to do before the day was out. Adenia says "My dad is the new pastor of the church, he's the boss of the church and god." Thrown a little I ask, he is the boss of god? She goes "No, he is the boss for god." Looks at me, puts her finger to her mouth and says ... I do not think you know who god is." I look at her, I go ... no, I know who god is. She replies. GOOD, because we do not want you to go to hell. No one wants to go to hell.

That isn't even what bothered me ... what bothered me is when Avery came crying to me that she was going to hell. I was like What the fuck? She cries to me ... they said I am going to hell because I am not wearing a Christian dress. Jesus Christ are you fucking kidding me? I ask them, why is she not a Christian girl because of that dress.
Because it doesn't have straps they reply, and it shows her shoulders. "I look at the girls shirt, and think... what the hell little jesus kid ... your shoulders are showing. I say nothing about that. I was like, That doesn't make her unchristian, and if you are going to be honest, Jesus says come as you are ... it doesn't matter if you are wearing a strapless dress, or no clothes at all... what matters is that you come. "I was so very annoyed."

But lets move away from the fact that these little kids are creeping me the hell out with all the god like talk .... and move on to why I am actually annoyed.

So the next day, I take my girls to school. I clean, or am in the process of cleaning. Here comes one of the twins knocking at the door "You said you would make cookies." Sigh ... I had said I would make cookies but I didn't mean that night. She says, well can I have a snack then. I send her off with some chocolate covered pretzels because  I am busy. I lock the door.
no luck on that though
I forgot to lock the back door. They knocked at the front door, I ignored it because I was busy trying to get my house clean. Here comes a couple of kids through the back door. Unlocked the front door for the other kid and now they are in my girls room playing barbies.
WHAT THE FUCK?
For 3 hours these kids were in and out of my house, touching this, asking for that. I honestly fear that my house will become their territory .... I just need to start remembering the damned locks. But its sad you know, when you have to lock your doors because people can not respect others boundaries.

OH..... AND PS. I am a whore, according to those girls, because I was wearing red lipstick!  Who cares that I do not normally wear red lipstick and that this was an unusual occurrence "I was trying to feel seen, I feel so unseen sometimes." I guess those kids were right "Attention whore -- and I was trying to get laid. I do not normally wear makeup so I was hoping by wearing it, I would be attractive instead of looking like plane Jane. LMFAO, so I guess it was slightly whorish" Sigh ........

Anyway .... I have a lot more to say, but my blog is turning into a book and my coffee is cold, so I will save it for tomorrow. I hope that anyone who happened to come and read this has a good day.

xxDee

Cops are freaking worthless! When is enough, ENOUGH? Twice now!

Today started off okay. I mean, with the exception of the kids fighting slightly, things were going alright! That way, until I took out the trash.

A little background info ........

Every since the workers have been in our neighborhood, our cars, our houses have been broken into. Not just me being stolen from, But quite a few. My neighbor next to me, the closest, until they came and stoke strait from my backyard while I was home.
We have all "All of us who have been through this in this neighborhood." Have called the cops, have talked to cops, and still nothing has been done. My neighbor on the other side, who has yet to be robbed, had a lady watching her house while her and her husband were away. When my grill was stolen I had asked her to ask if she had seen anything. She said that she pulled up one day and there were workers in the yard with buckets. When they saw me, they rushed over and asked if they could get water. She mentioned they looked guilty.

If you read my incident from my back yard, you will already know, I have had a shitty run in with cops. So here it goes ......

I'm in the mood to watch a scary movie, But before I do that "Guilt free." I pickup a little and I go to take out the trash. I happen to notice two workers cross the street to my neighbors house. I look across and there is a man in a green shirt and a straw cowboy hat. I am watching. They walk to the back of the house and then to the side. "Mind you, they already know where the water spout is." When they went to the side, I yelled across the street to the man in green. This isn't right, I am calling the police. He yells back -- go ahead we will be gone. I thought about that for a second and thought, that is true. While I thought about it, the boys who heard me say I was calling the cops walked up to the front door. I continued to watch as I thought, and then I watched them crouch down in the bushes, so  I walked over and took video with my phone. When they noticed me, I said "YUP! I got you on camera, and I know you two are the ones who stole my grill, because my neighbors cameras caught you." I am calling the police. and I walked into my home and I locked the door.

I went to my bedroom, because I scared myself with the balls I grew to do that in the first place ... that's when my daughter pointed to the door and goes "MOMMA??" They were standing there at my front door. They see me through the window, they say. LET US IN. We need to talk. I said NO, GO THE FUCK AWAY ASSHOLES. They said, we are coming in we have questions now open the door.  I raised the gun so they could see it, and said GET THE FUCK AWAY ASSHOLES, IM NOT FUCKING KIDDING. They left my porch and walked around the side of the house "Meanwhile, the whole time I am yelling at them, I have Anastacia on the phone with me, because I called her to ask if she was home and to warn her that there were men lurking around her house." SHE WAS NOT HOME. No one was.

The kids start crying out, momma they are banging on the wall outside your room. I am now on the phone with dispatch and she is sending over an officer. The banging stops ........ It takes around 7 minutes for the cop to arrive. Good to know, they would have 7 minutes to hurt me if they did in fact get inside.

The cop shows up and by the look of him, he already has it in his head that this is a bullshit call. and what he says next confirms it!

BEFORE I even have a chance to say anything, he says
Mamn ... calm down, all they wanted was water.

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM............................ That asshole had already taken sides before he knew the story.
FIRST ... Dispatch asked me to tell the vehicles etc. -- In case you were wondering how the hell he knew what was going on.

I am like, that is not what was going on sir .... I told him about the man in the green shirt, he was like yes . I just spoke with him, I stopped the truck that dispatch  described and asked him and the other man if they just left a site down the road, and he said

"There is a crazy woman on stone cross, all we were doing was getting water."

So having talked to this man  he had already made up his mind on what was going on, before he even stepped foot out of his car. Seems legit right , a work site without water, goes across the street to get water from a hose or picket without permission from the owner. Who cares if that is  round about way of stealing as well, since we as home owners have to pay for that shit.
NOT TO MENTION ..... Does it not look crazy that they all bolted the moment they knew I was calling the cops?????

I tell him about the guys coming to my door .... He is just staring at me, then asks, well why would they come over here if they already got water there. I was like, BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT LOOKING FOR WATER, They were telling me to let them in they had questions then they were banging on the backside of the house. He looked at me like I was crazy. He literally asks me ... Why are you getting so worked up, calm down.
WHY AM I GETTING WORKED UP??? I just had two assholes at my door that I witnessed being shady next door ... who were demanding to be let in because I said I was going to call the cops. I FUCKING WONDER WHY I AM WORKED UP!

He goes, okay I am going to go have a talk.

He goes across the street (He is taking to the quiet one) The other one is the one who demanded to be let in.

I get a text from anastacia just then .... "She was calling him to come home, to make sure nothing was stolen." She sends me a text that he is home, that he is right there if I need anything!

I notice the cop crosses the street. I am so thankful.
After awhile .... he comes back to my house.

He goes ... it is all settled, the husband was home the whole time,
I was like. NO SIR HE WASN'T "I am getting pissed at this point."

He is like, the guy said if they want to use the water its fine .... meaning NOW, that they have permission, they have a legit reason to be traipsing around our yards. It's all fine you just misunderstood.

I was like ... ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? How is it fine that they were at my door being threatening..... They are up to no good and now I do not feel safe.
HE GOES

Are you on drugs?
I am like, WHAT?
Are you on drugs mam.
 I can come in and check the house.
I was like ... No I am not on fucking drugs.

He is like medications etc? I was like, yeah I take antidepressants. He was like, there you go. Have your doctor check your meds. You are getting yourself all worked up over nothing, and they might be the wrong ones for you.

NOW IM PISSED!!!!!! This bitch is calling me fucking crazy!

I again was like ... I AM UPSET OFFICER, Because I have a legit reason, a genuine reason to be upset, those boys came over here all uppity, and you came out of your car already with the presumption that they are in the right ... that you are not going to listen to a god damn word I say, because now its my meds ..... I'm just fucking crazy and do not matter.

He goes ... its okay. we have to lock my son in the house when he takes his meds, and my wife goes crazy sometimes on her meds ... they just might not be the meds for you.

I was like .. your job is to protect those who ask for fucking help ....  not treat them like idiots and the people in the wrong like victims. I want to file a report HE SAYS, There is nothing to report! I am like WTF??? They were on my porch.

He was like ... Look, I do not know why they were on your porch or if they were, but the fact is, all they were doing was getting water. There is no report.

So I ended it with .. fine if that's the story that's the fucking story ... but when they come back and end up dead ... its not just them getting reported, its you for failing to do your fucking job.

He goes ... that's fine mam. have a good day.
Yep ... you too. I went inside and I shut the door .. then you know what I did?
CRIED LIKE A FUCKING BITCH!!!
The people supposed to fucking protect us ... treat people inhuman. It is no wonder people these days take matters into their own hands.
Because the cops around here are fucking useless!

Just sayin.

Lypo-Spheric R-Alpha Lipoic Acid Review.

Okay, This stuff for all you out there reading this, IS DIFFERENT!

One, SMELL - It really doesn't smell like anything, but the visual is a little off putting. It's thick and goopy.

Taste, it is sugar free so naturally its not going to taste so well.
AND I WILL NOT LIE.
It doesn't taste good at all. NOT IN WATER, I even tried putting it in a cup of kool aid! "That helped."

The trick is to not put it in a lot of liquid, so you can throw back a shot of it ... and be done!

THAT BEING SAID .... It is worth the extra effort of choking it down! I feel great! Or I feel better. I do not feel great at the moment, but that is due to the doctor poking and prodding.

Did I feel healthier, YES ... I still do. The only two things about this I do not like, is the taste, and the price. But the benefits "If you can afford it." Far outweigh the both of those things.

You do get a slight burning sensation in the tummy .... I think because you take it on an empty stomach. But once you eat something ...that feeling subsides.

All in all ... It's not bad. I do feel a lot more energetic. Little more healthy.

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