What a waste of a Near Death Experience

 Well....Well... Spring break has come and gone along with my mind. Why have I lost my mind? Well to be frank I never had one, but maybe the fact that I had three cups of caffeine this week or that I almost died twice might contribute a bit. Who really knows? I don't.

At the beginning of the week it was great! I didn't have school. I saw my friends. But I also had an asthma attack and well that puts a real downer on the situation. I mean it was only inconvenient for the night, but oh my goodness are they annoying. You're probably picturing me wheezing and coughing like some possessed hyena  (ahh what a mental picture) but no. My asthma takes the more silent approach. When I have near death situations I become quiet and calm which is ironic because even though yes I can pretend to be calm, I am never.. ever.. quiet. I probably won't even be quiet when I'm dead. You might be thinking, "but Cherry thats not possible.. you're dead?" Girl I'll record myself reading coupons if thats what it takes to talk beyond the grave. You can't get rid of me that easy. I'll haunt your cabinets.

A few days after my first near death experience I made a trip to my salon. Now first of all I love going to the salon. They make you feel beautiful and pampered. Oh its wonderful! However I was planning this trip to just be short and sweet. No hair dyeing or root touchups just a trim. Snip Snip and then boom out of there just like a drug deal.  It was supposed to be a simple easy trim but I came across a factor that I could not account for.. caffeine.. You see the night before I had been with my friends and I stupidly thought it would be a good idea to get a frape... ya know.. just a little caffeine to get me through the night.....There is a reason I do not drink caffeine... I can't handle caffeine just ask my friends. They will attest to what happens to me on caffeine. Its not pretty. I can't be trusted on it. So anyways I am driving to the salon all determined while listening to One Direction of course. I'm not superstitious its just I have to listen to them on the way to the salon otherwise I'll get a bad haircut.  I'll be 90 and still be jamming to some 1D on the way to the salon. But  I don't care. I don't take chances with my hair. But anyways   like I was saying I was on a mission to get a trim but the moment I turned my vehicle into the salon driveway something came over me. It was like I was hit with the Holy Spirit. (It it was probably the caffeine,) But I needed to dye my hair! So I did. Black and violet.  Its mainly just black with a little violet in to keep it rich. I also then had another cup of caffeine at the salon because why learn from your mistakes if you can just repeat them?  Just another day kids just another day.

So this all leads to my second near death story. Today it was nice and sunny out and sometimes in the sun my hair looks a bit violet. So as I was walking to my mode of transpiration, the Buick aka grandpa cruiser,  I was trying to turn my head to look at my hair, but since it was kinda windy it was a bit difficult. So there I am looking like an idiot trying to see what color my own hair was (while still struggling to get to my car) when this car next to me starts pulling out an almost hits me!  I could have died!  I mean granted he was probably only going 2 mph at this point but still I could have been incapacitated! I was just minding my own business looking at my hair and I almost died! That would have been it. I would have died just walking to my car because I got distracted by my own hair... not someone else's hair.. no my OWN hair.. And y know what.. I didn't even figure out what color hair I had... what a waste of a near death experience.. This is why I need adult supervision. This is my life kids.

Well thats all I have fore today Loves,
Queen Diva Out.
         
                                                        Stay Fly,
                                                               Cherry XOXO
         

Will Run for Fries.

So I have made the delusional decision to become a runner. Why you may ask? I'm not really sure. Maybe its the way a runner's eye sparkles when they realize they are about to die, or maybe its the sweatiness. Either way I'm clearly unstable. I mean what is more attractive than a dying asthmatic topple over into the pathetic sweaty mess I will have become.

 However, I'm trying to start out slow instead of going full force and burn myself out. And when I say slowly I mean walk fast paced for 5 minutes and then jog/sprint for 2 minutes. I will slowly build myself up to where I can run for most of the time. (If I ever get there.) I'm not sure if this method is really effective or not, but its the one I'm going with. I'm determined to stick to this. I have always wanted to run in a marathon, and I'm going to achieve this. I might die trying, but I will do it.  And I will do it fabulously!

(Reality sets in.)

After the first two days of my decision to become a runner, my legs weren't hurting too bad if at all. I thought I was doing pretty well. Wrong..... I was very wrong. You see I was fine and dandy till the 3 days later when my body decided that it hated me. (This is also happened to be the day that I had to run everywhere for work so definitely not the most ideal time.)  I was a mess. My legs wanted to give up on me while simultaneously cramping up so  I could feel their wrath. It was rough.   There were many moments throughout the day that I was tempted to just lay down in the elevator. Just give up and let the world see the blubbering shambles I was. Its not like anyone would notice some random girl dying in the elevator anyways.   What have I done to myself? In what world did I think this would be a good idea... anyways..

This week beside my insane decision to hurtle myself around in the name of exercise,  I started my second semester of college.  I know you are probably thinking "why are you going back for more punishment?" I don't know.. Seemed like a good idea at the time. However, I already know that this semester is going to be crazier than last. But I already have my first trip of the year planned for next month. So there's a plus. I am finally going to visit the city  I belong in. My whole life I have wanted to go there and next month I will be in it's beautiful city limits.. Ahh.. adventure...

Well anyways my  Dear Divas today's is short and sweet, and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Queen Diva out.



                                                                Stay Swazzy,
                                                                            Cherry XOXO

Jingling of the Bells and All that Jazz

Ho! Ho! Ho! It is Christmas! Yes, the day we've waited for all year. The day that is held to such high standards. The day that you wake up and then a few hours later the festivities are over... I mean lets be real here for a second if we have christmas commercials  that play for months and unrealistic expectations for holiday perfection, why can't we celebrate it for at least a week? Christmas is too short. I love Christmas, and the day seems to disappear too quickly.
(Unlike you mainstream whipper snappers we celebrated Christmas yesterday, January 3rd, so don't be crushing my candy cane.)

This year my whole immediate family was in attendance. That hasn't happened in a few years due to the fact that siblings have moved  away so it makes it difficult to get everyone together. ah logistics.
 This was also the first Christmas with my niece and nephew. (Technically this is my niece's first christmas ever since she is only two months old  but small details.) I love being an aunt, and christmas shopping for your niece or nephew is so much more fun! Everything is smaller and cuter. You just want to spoil them with everything. Your wallet may not agree, but you do.

So  yes, once again my house was invaded by relatives. I love my family, but I had finally gotten the bathroom arranged just right.  Now multiple people are using it and messing it up instead of just one person...me. Now I don't care if you mess up the great room or the kitchen(its not like I use the kitchen anyways), but do not mess up my bathroom. I like having all of my beauty products and lotions in the right place otherwise I end up being late to an occasion because I take forever rearranging the chaos left by others. Being fabulous is a process. You can't just have someone come in and mess up the fab. Not cool.

Holidays can be stressful (not that I should know I'm not really in charge of anything.) But there are many ways to cope with holidays. I have a few ways.. only 3 really so maybe you shouldn't be listening to my advice. You see I'm  more of a hot mess than a functioning adult..well a hot mess minus the hot...and double the mess. But who cares? Lets not get stuck in christmas pudding over small details like my lack of sanity. This is my advice on how I live my life during the holiday season. Its not the best...but its all I've got.

No. 1 Never put the lights on the christmas tree, have someone else put lights on. For example choose a brother or family member who doesn't enjoy decorating, but be in complete control of the ornament enhancement portion.  (If you give someone an annoying task, they won't volunteer to do more decorating. This step is very important for ornament control.)  This is very pivotal moment in tree decorating. It will make or break your  christmas tree. Remember to hang your basic beautiful bulbs and color coordinated ornaments first, then add the touch of family ornaments! You don't want to be to carried away with the handmade ornaments, otherwise it might make your tree look a bit bulky. I mean really the only person who appreciates your homemade  gingerbread man which resembles chuckie after a chainsaw accident, is your mother.

No. 2 If you at any point feel overwhelmed and stressed, embrace it. We have all at one point found ourselves sitting in a dark corner going full Adele on all the presents we need to buy but can't afford. "Never mind!! I'll find someone like you!!!" But don't worry you burst out those Adele lyrics. You don't have time for shame or sanity during the holiday season. Or maybe you can take the T Swizzle approach and just shake it off. Because nothing solves debt and desperation like thrusting your body around in an awkward turkey like fashion.  You normally end up looking  more like you're having a Benny Hinn experience than shaking off your problems. And trust me having a body shaking healing experience is never a good way to start the holidays.. people tend to think you are dying. Its unfortunate.

No. 3 I firmly believe in avoiding the real problem in any given situation. I hate conflict. I like to avoid the problem until it eventually goes away or it completely consumes your life so the pathetic mess, that you have always been, is exposed to the public. It's not pretty folks.. not pretty. But someone has to be the poster child of "how not to deal with responsibilities," and that just so happens to be my job. If your problem gets too stressful to deal with just go hide in your nephews tent fort and watch netflix. Normally by the time your family has figured  out where your "adult" self is hiding the situation will have been resolved. No need for you to get your tinsel in a knot.  Its just holidays folks.

As you can see I have great holiday stress handling skills. (I am still waiting for Oprah to call and have me on her show. I could expound so much wisdom to the masses.)  So if there is anything you need advice on or topics you want me to cover, just ask. I am always up for giving inexperienced but  fabulous advice. I think its my true calling in life.

Queen Diva out.

Stay Saucy, 

              Cherry XOXO

P.S. A sign you might be from Wisconsin is if at your family christmas dinner, you spend a large portion of it discussing cheese and the great things of Wisconsin. We are Wisconsinites. We are loud. We are proud. 

Its Over... Well at Least Halfway...

Hello Gorgeous!  This semester has flown by in one big financial crushing blur. It was such a blur that it almost feels like I didn't accomplish much other than spend a lot of money..which I did...on fun things like textbooks..and binders..and highlighters I never used. But I'm prepared if you guys need some text highlighted or post it notes written because I have plenty of both. I don't know if thats a sign of my shopaholic tendencies or I'm just a really bad college student. Its probably both... 

But now I am finally on Christmas break! And for one glorious month I will not have to do homework, sit through a lecture, or study for quizzes.. Ahh bliss. Now on to celebrating Christmas which for my family won't be until January, but better late than never. However it won't be a complete vacation, in fact most of it will be spent at work.. got to get a Holla for a Dolla. (I don't really know what thats supposed to mean... its just sounded right.) 

So since the semester is over I will share with you the things I  learned so far.... Ba dum da dum!!!! 

1. Sleep is no longer a thing you do, nor do you need it to function.. at least at a college student level of functioning..

2. Normal food and eating habitats do not exist. Now I'm not saying that you'll gain the freshman fifteen or anything. I didn't. All I am saying is that nothing says struggling adulthood like eating off brand pop tarts and goldfish everyday because you can't afford real food. 

3. Know a guy. Now you might be like me (probably not) and not be very skilled in many areas. But as long as you know someone who can do what you can not.. you'll be fine.  College is like a gigantic bartering system. No one has money instead everyone just trades skills in hope that this will look "good" on their college resume. 

4. Always bring your own water bottle to class! You don't want to be stuck drinking that nasty campus bubbler water. (Yes. This is Wisconsin its called a bubbler.) Trust me that stuff is horrible. And having something to drink will also help you stay awake during class. Besides its good to stay hydrated.

5. Mathway.com is your best friend. If this site already isn't a normal virtual destination for you.. it will be.

6. Buy a Sherpa blanket. Now this seems frivolous and strange. But do it! These blankets are life changing. They are softer than your padded grades of extra credit. They are the warmer than your tears of a failed test. They are curvier than the curves on your test. They are the blankets of all blankets. They feel like the moment when you find out you get to sleep in an extra hour because you first class was cancelled.  So buy a sherpa, because when you are having your 12th nervous breakdown from questioning your life decision to attend this torture known as college, you can wrap yourself in the warmth of Sherpa and everything will be alright. 

As you can see I've clearly learned a lot. I don't know why they don't just give me my diploma now. 

I've learned it all.

My dear Divas I hope you have a very Merry and Fabulous Christmas! Queen Diva out.

                                            Stay Fabulous,

                                                     Cherry XOXO 

P.S. I finally got my christmas lights hung up around my room so now it looks all cozy and warm. 

 

Maybe it's not Maybelline

Dear Divas. Today I wanted to take a moment from the sass, sarcasm, and beauty reviews that are my blog and share with you something different. Something I have thought a lot about. Makeup.  Should we or should we not wear makeup? Does it ruin a woman's self esteem? Are we lying by "covering up" our faces?

To find the answer to this question,  we first must explain what the purpose of makeup is. Makeup was created to enhance the natural beauty of a woman. That means that the beauty is already there, it is just accentuated a little more. It doesn't hide beauty or mask a person's face. It can't change the bone structure of your face or make you have a smaller nose. It is simply powder that you put on in the morning and wash off at night.

I once read an article that said to marry a woman who does't wear makeup. They explained how a woman who didn't wear makeup knew what she wanted out of life, and was more confident than a woman who did wear makeup. Because clearly a woman who doesn't chose to cover her face with  cosmetics is better, right?

False.

Makeup is not the problem. Makeup has never been the problem.  Cosmetics are just cremes and powders we apply to our faces. They can't change our DNA or who we are as people. If you are a sweet and funny person without makeup on you will still be that same sweet and funny person with it on. And if you are mean nasty human being without makeup... Honey.. there isn't a concealer in this world that could cover up an ugly soul. Who you are is who YOU are.  Foundation can't change that. It doesn't have that power.  And to say that a woman who doesn't wear makeup is more confident is absolute rubbish. I wear makeup a majority of the time, and I will be just as fierce and fearless as the confident woman who doesn't wear makeup.  Because who I am is based on how I treat other people and how I choose to react to the situations that I am. Not on my eye shadow choice.

As I've gotten older I've started describing people as beautiful more often. But I wasn't talking about their physical appearances. I was talking about their heart and soul, who they chose to be. I know plenty of beautiful women who choose not to wear makeup. I also know plenty of beautiful women who chose to wear makeup. Their beauty is something deeper than what the eye can see. It is more precious and unique than any physical beauty could ever be.

So if makeup isn't the problem what is? What is ruining a woman's self esteem?

We are. People blame it on society and pop culture, but people forget that we are what makes society. If we want change, we have to make change. Change starts at home, not in magazines or t.v. shows. Because the truth is pop culture gives us what we want. We are not blind sheep who have no will of our own. We are human beings who have the ability to tell  corporations this is not what we want or what we want our daughters to be told. Once people stop buying into the lie  that our beauty is defined by whether or not we wear what comes from a bottle, pop culture will stop as well. It gives us what we have told them we wanted. So it time to make a change.


How have we gotten so far that we judge people on something so irrelevant as whether or not they wear makeup? If you don't like wearing makeup, don't let anyone force you to wear makeup. And if you wear makeup don't let anyone tell you makeup is just a mask  that superficial and insecure people wear.

So to the dear parents out there who are concerned that their daughter might get caught up in the nasty lie that makeup makes a person beautiful, teach your daughter that beauty can't be defined by a bottle. But neither does whether or not they wear what comes from the bottle. Don't teach them that when they look in the mirror all they see is beauty. Teach them that no matter what they are wearing or how they look, that when they look in the mirror all they see is themselves, because that is this most beautiful thing a woman could ever be.
         
                                                          Stay Beautiful,
                                                                    Cherry XOXO

The One with a Deer, Keys, and a Cold

Dear Divas. Winter is here...... and it has brought its blustery breath and white tears with it..... There is no escaping winter when you live in the frozen tundra of Wisconsin. No escaping. You might be thinking but its only November it can't be that bad yet.. and well you're right its not that bad yet. We did have a high of 16 degrees fahrenheit today...so it could be worse. (Trust me it can be.. it got to -50 last winter.... aye nature hates Wisconsin.)

So you may be wondering what have I been doing with my life lately. Well the usual.. ya know working the sass, being fabulous, and running over deer. Nothing too spectacular.  And yes you did read that right. I ran over a deer.  You may be questioning how did you run over a deer? Like I said I live in Wisconsin ok anything is possible when it comes to deer here. (They and those stupid geese rule the roads.)  So  no I did not hit the deer. I ran it over. For me to hit the deer that would have meant the deer would have  been standing and to have been standing the deer would  had to have been alive...........it was not.......not at all.... It was 5:30 in the morning and I was on my way to work. I'm driving along having as grand of time as you can have at that ungodly early  in the morning and then all of a sudden bam! Massive speed bump. If there was ever a doubt that the deer was still alive.. there isn't now..  It's like they say,"If you're going to hit something, you might as well it hard."

Next on my list of failures is getting locked out of my car. Yep, did that.  And there isn't really exciting story other than I was up way too early so I wasn't really thinking and left my keys in the car. And I think my dad is really done with my existence because not only did he have to pick me up from the deer fiasco he had to drive to my work so he could unlock the car. And I think he is just generally done with my existence now that we have a dog. (Yes I am being upstaged by and English Mastiff/ Great Dane puppy mix... this is the life of a youngest child.) I mean he's raised three other children I feel like by the time our parents get to the last one there like, "eh this is old news... as long as they haven't killed themselves or someone else doing something stupid they're fine."

Last on my list of failures was getting sick. I am slowly but surely becoming a hot mess of reaching one new low after another. (My life in a nutshell.) Now getting sick wouldn't have been that bad if I hadn't already had plans to go a concert and had chorus music due. It was such an inconvenient time. And I found it weird because I never get sick this early in flu season but whatever.. I survived. However there was no way I wasn't getting to let sickness get in the way of concerting. I love going to concerts even if I don't know the artist very well. A concert is a concert. Oh and to you two 15 year old girls who were standing in front of me at the concert.....in what world is wearing 5 inch stilettos to a concert a good idea........ like.... I was judging. I may have been sick, but I am never to sick to  silently judge.  (Seriously who wears stilettos to a concert.. a concert?!) Anyways after the concert I spent the next 2 1/2 days in bed... it was great. I got a lot of quality time in with Netflix. You could say our relationship is on a deeper emotional level with all the time we spent together... ahhh love.  But finally after a few days my voice returned and well now I'm here. Oh joy.

Till next time my divas.. Queen Diva out.
           
                               Stay Swazzy,
                                        Cherry XOXO

Younique Fiber Lashes Review

Hello Gorgeous Divas! How are you today? Fabulous as usual I hope. Today is all about eyelashes! I know what your thinking a beauty post? Yes, its been awhile since I have posted a beauty related post but I'll try and be better about posting them more often. Well anyways if you are at all curious about the beauty world you have probably heard of this new product called Younique Moodstruck 3D Fiber Lash set. And if you haven't its this new product that promises to dramatically enhance the look of your lashes. It promises volume and grandeur.  And well I wanted to see what the hype was all about. So here are my thoughts.

                                           First lets start with the packaging of the product.

I love the packaging. It has this chic sophisticated design, and the texture on the case gives it this extra edge. I think it also very convenient that it comes with its own case so then you don't have to worry about losing or forgetting one of the tubes somewhere. 

The larger tube is the transplanting gel.

The smaller is the actual fibers.

First step in application is applying a thin coating of your favorite mascara. For me right now that is Cinique High Impact Mascara. After you have waited for your mascara to dry apply a coat of the transplanting gel, then before the gel dries apply the fibers.The last step is to apply a 2nd coat of the transplanting gel to set the fibers on to the lashes. It works best if you do one eye at a time.  I have read of some people who completely skip putting on mascara and just use the fiber lashes and like that better. I  haven't tried it that way since I personally like the fuller darker look best, but if you are someone who doesn't like that dramatic of a look maybe you could try it that way.  

Before Fiber Lashes

 I am wearing a thin coating of Clinique Mascara.

After applying Younique 3D Fiber Lashes. 

So what is my verdict? This product is defiantly easy to use. It may take a few tries to get the hang of it, but it doesn't take extensive knowledge of makeup to apply correctly. The product is also very build able. You can achieve the subtly volume or the glamorous eyelash look very easily. It all depends on how much you want to apply. That being said there are two things I did not like about the product. First the smell of the transplanting gel is horrendous. I understand eyelash glue doesn't smell that good in the first place, but I feel like they could do something to not make the smell so strong. Second thing is the spider effect.(If you don't understand what the spider effect, its just when well the eyelashes look a bit clumpy and like spider legs.)When it comes to products like these there is a very fine line between smooth and full or sticky and spidery looking.  Now this doesn't happen every time you apply the fibers, but if you don't apply it smoothly it can teeter on this line. 

It's a pretty decent product overall. And it defiantly delivers on its promise of giving you build able volume and ease of application. I will continue using my Fiber 3D Lash set since I like that burst of volume it gives my eye look. And if you have used this set comment below what you thought. And if you fancy to buy your own set of Younique Moodstruck 3D Fiber Lashes just click Here.  Don't forget to follow and share with your friends. Queen Diva out.

                                                   Stay Glamorous,

                                                                 Cherry XOXO