Maybe it's Maybelline!
Thank the Lord. It's all over. I'm so done w/ always being totally pissed at Brandon. I need to be thankful for what he does do for this family.
1. He works his tail off every night to make sure we have overpriced gas in our cars and food on our table.
2. He loves me and Emma with every ounce of himself and lets us know every day.
3. He helps around the house as much as he is able and doesn't complain at me if I tell him to do more.
4. He's always here for Emma and myself with a hug and a kiss and an I love you.
I'm a bitch. A horny, self-centered, bitch. I don't do any more for our relationship than he does and it has taken me rereading my last entry to see that. So...I'm apologizing for that last entry when in all actuality, we both need to work on things for each other.
Onto more light fare...
Remember in middle school (I think all of the ppl who read my journal are around the same age as me...) when Cover Girl came out w/ that little jingle...'Fresh ideas, fresh face to the world, easy, breezy, beautiful Cover Girl!' Yeah, that used to be like my song for a long time b/c I couldn't get the damn thing out of my 14-year-old brain. And now if I buy makeup I automatically go to the CoverGirl section first. I don't know if I buy more of that or Maybelline (Maybe it's Maybelline!<---who was the advertising genius who thought up that one?) but my brain is burned by the branding iron of CoverGirl.
The reason I'm writing all of this: Dove now has a 'campaign' for real beauty. Da da da da da da da....that song is now stuck in my head. And as I walked into the shampoo and conditioner aisle of Wal-Mart today, as Emma sat in the little kid seat for the very first time and I was kissing her forehead...I stop dead in my tracks in front of the Dove section. I've never used a single one of their hair products and for some reason, the Dove deodorant I used to use now makes me feel even sweatier and gross. (I now <3 Suave deodorant!) but what is it w/ my mind and these commercials? As long as I can hum a damn jingle my brain is totally sold to whatever that jingle advertises. Maybe not my wallet, but my brain is. Welcome to the whole purpose of advertising, eh?
And I just let Emma sort of cry herself to sleep...not really cry so much as whine and then like, play w/ her little nightlight/light projector/music thing then moan herself to sleep. Okay, now she's crying...and got rocked to sleep and then woke up again. I'm going to pull a Trella and just let her lay there and..........she's crying bloody murder. Alright, journal entry done. ;-) xoxoxo
1. He works his tail off every night to make sure we have overpriced gas in our cars and food on our table.
2. He loves me and Emma with every ounce of himself and lets us know every day.
3. He helps around the house as much as he is able and doesn't complain at me if I tell him to do more.
4. He's always here for Emma and myself with a hug and a kiss and an I love you.
I'm a bitch. A horny, self-centered, bitch. I don't do any more for our relationship than he does and it has taken me rereading my last entry to see that. So...I'm apologizing for that last entry when in all actuality, we both need to work on things for each other.
Onto more light fare...
Remember in middle school (I think all of the ppl who read my journal are around the same age as me...) when Cover Girl came out w/ that little jingle...'Fresh ideas, fresh face to the world, easy, breezy, beautiful Cover Girl!' Yeah, that used to be like my song for a long time b/c I couldn't get the damn thing out of my 14-year-old brain. And now if I buy makeup I automatically go to the CoverGirl section first. I don't know if I buy more of that or Maybelline (Maybe it's Maybelline!<---who was the advertising genius who thought up that one?) but my brain is burned by the branding iron of CoverGirl.
The reason I'm writing all of this: Dove now has a 'campaign' for real beauty. Da da da da da da da....that song is now stuck in my head. And as I walked into the shampoo and conditioner aisle of Wal-Mart today, as Emma sat in the little kid seat for the very first time and I was kissing her forehead...I stop dead in my tracks in front of the Dove section. I've never used a single one of their hair products and for some reason, the Dove deodorant I used to use now makes me feel even sweatier and gross. (I now <3 Suave deodorant!) but what is it w/ my mind and these commercials? As long as I can hum a damn jingle my brain is totally sold to whatever that jingle advertises. Maybe not my wallet, but my brain is. Welcome to the whole purpose of advertising, eh?
And I just let Emma sort of cry herself to sleep...not really cry so much as whine and then like, play w/ her little nightlight/light projector/music thing then moan herself to sleep. Okay, now she's crying...and got rocked to sleep and then woke up again. I'm going to pull a Trella and just let her lay there and..........she's crying bloody murder. Alright, journal entry done. ;-) xoxoxo