Clinique Liquid Soap

With cooler weather on the horizon it’s time to find a cleanser that will do double duty. No matter what the season my skin is dry. During the warmer months I can get away with using a gel or foaming cleanser. But when fall and winter arrive my skin gets more and more parched.

I am faced with the choice of using a cleanser that cleans my skin while it strips it dry or I can use a cleanser that adds moisture as it cleans but also leaves behind a filmy residue.

If you read my other product review post you know that I don’t have any major skin care concerns. I just need a cleanser that can clean my skin without adding to the dryness.

I think I have found what I have been looking for in Clinique’s Liquid Facial Soap.

For those that don’t know Clinique has a 3-step skin care routine that involves a cleanser (which is in the form of bar soap and this new liquid cleanser), toner and moisturizer (the infamous DDL-Dramaticly Different Lotion)

I’m not big are bar soap, but I used Clinique’s way back in the day when I started with makeup. In my opinion the liquid version is far superior than it’s sister.

For one it is much easier to use and travel with. It comes in 6.7oz bottle with a handy pump, that can be locked during transit. The bottle itself is made of a heavy plastic. So no worries of it shattering on the bathroom floor.

Performance wise it takes a dime size to cleanse my whole face. It removes all makeup, even mascara. Best part is that it leaves my skin, clean yet not dry. There is no filmy residue and no tight feeling. I haven’t experienced any breakouts, but again that isn’t something I have problems with.

Clinique’s Liquid Soap is available in formulas of Mild -Dry to Combination, Oily Skin, and Extra Mild- Dry to Very Dry.

I use the Extra Mild formula.

Happy Shopping~~~~

Migraine + Mouth Guard= Bliss?

Is it possible to have so much stress, so much anger, pent up tension that in your sleep, or while you are watching TV, reading a book you cause yourself to get a headache???

Yes it is called a “tension” headache…but if you are like me and have an adversion to anything with Green Tea in it…well then you get a tension headache that performs like a migraine.

Pain so blinding that I would bang my head against my desk if I thought it would bring me relief…Hmmm???

I have taken so many pills in the last two days that I can start my own pharmacy within my body.

As I was laying in bed, wondering why life is oh so cruel, to make me endure this pain AND Paris Hilton, I realized that my jaw is so tightly pulled that just opening my mouth to talk makes me shut it close like a rubberband snapping back.

I ran to the bathroom to find that odd green case in my medicine cabinet. Within mere minutes of putting the clear, heavy plastic mold, made in the shape of my top teeth,I fetl a sweet release of pain.

Cool, right??? The only problem is…and sorry fellas…but my gag reflex isn’t as good as I thought it was.

Minutes of bliss is replaced with urges of wanting to throw up…salad doesn’t taste as good coming up.
And let me not forget that the constant swallowing (yeah, boys…you heard right!) is a pain.

How can one relax if one is trying to NOT choke on their own spit?

If ya have answer…please let me know…it’s been two days…and I’m getting premature wrinkles form squinting…all in order in an attempt to focus through the horrid pain.

Excerpt from my heart

You told me not to care, that I shouldn’t allow what others think of me or the fact that no one might not be thinking of me at all, bring me down.
It’s a hard thing for me to do when I am an emotional person.
I’m a water sign.
In one week summer will be over and what you did to me still hurts.
But I shouldn’t care that while I spent my summer grieving over a relationship that you never wanted, you’re living your life, trying to ignore that fact that you created this.
I shouldn’t care that you’re a very busy man and while you appreciate me asking you to hangout, watch a movie, it isn’t something you “really” want to do or you would have suggested it.
I feel, and I fear that I always will, that you feel sorry for me.
And that is why you wanted the “clean slate”.
You wanted to hang around and make sure that I didn’t let my life go to waste…while I sit and try to make sense of how I allowed you to hurt me.
And I shouldn’t care that I am a person guilt has forced you to stay in contact with.
And I shouldn’t care…that you are one of those people that is bringing me down.

I remember when the phone would ring and it would be him on the other end…breathing so deeply I thought he was asleep…I know I was.
I remember when hearing his name didn’t fill me with a regret so deep that I didn’t want to move backwards, forwards, or stay in the present.
I’m attempting to move on from a broken heart. And let me tell you this isn’t the first time and probably won’t be my last…But it is the one that is felt the deepest because…no matter how hard I try I can’t seem to let go.

I want to hate him but with everything inside me I know that hating him isn’t being fair…But where was fair a month ago?

I remember when we were sitting in my apartment, holding each other, laughing.

I remember when we climbed into my bed and the whispered the words “I love you”

I remember when he took those very same words back and expected me to be fine.
It was as if my heart was ripped from my body, all mangled and bleeding…and he said “Here you take it …I don’t want it anymore”
I remember when the tears ran down my cheeks in a speed that I couldn’t compare to those I felt the day my mom died.

I remember when my mind broke because it couldn’t make sense of what my heart was feeling.
I remember when I didn’t know him.
Now I am left trying to remember a reason why I should.

Eraser- (one woman’s story)

The lights are bright, so bright that they almost blind me. They tell me to close my eyes. If I do that I will remember. I don’t want to remember.

But I do it anyway. I count down from 10 and before I know it I am waking up on a muggy, almost gray summer morning. Way too early for me. Yet I do it because you asked me to. Because I feel I have to prove something to you.

Thank God, I already had my clothes laid out. I dressed in a hurry, not paying attention to anything but the clock. My time is up so I run out the door to catch the bus.

The bus ride is slow. I try everything to keep my mind off of you, but it doesn’t work. Once off the bus the sun had completely hidden behind the clouds. There was no need for my sunglasses, other than the fact that I wanted to shield myself in some way.

I didn’t know what to expect. I was coming to you on my hands and knees, begging you to forgive me. I had nothing but those glasses to protect me from whatever you were going to dish out.

The second I stepped on the platform the train pulled up. The moment I stepped inside I knew there was no turning back. Whatever would happened I would always know that I wasn’t afraid to step up to the plate, and take a swing at the bat.

At each stop I looked at my watch, fearing I would late and you wouldn’t be home.

You were home, said you hurt your ankle, so you couldn’t come get me at the station…I had to come to you. I did it thinking I had something to prove.

Once inside your house, standing face to face with you whatever guard I had up fell to my ankles, as did my dress.

For months all I wanted was to feel your arms around me. To feel your breath on my skin.

During the time we were together I wouldn’t allow myself to think of after…What would happened between us?

Would there be an “us”?

NO!!!

You stood up, shook yourself off as if you were shaking my touch and scent off of you. Without looking at me, as you walked out of the room you said: “GET OUT!!!”

I was afraid that if I stood my knees would give out. I knew I hadn’t heard wrong…being straight forward was a trait I admired.

I couldn’t bring myself to speak to you, or cry in front of you. Even though the moment you spoke those words my pride and self-respect disappeared.

I went to your home, hoping you would take me back. Forgive me for choosing another man…just realize that I had made a mistake.

Instead you took your pain and threw it in my face.

You had sex with me…and then you threw me out of your house…and life.

I loved you. All I was left with was numbness, hurt and…

I remember walking out of your house the sun blinded me…just like these lights.

I open my eyes, for a moment. I need to know that this is REAL. I look to my left, the nurse is there, holding my hand.

As I drift back off to sleep I feel a small pinch…

Within a second a part of you is gone from me.

A part I will never get back because I will never get you back.

A year of my life with you in it…and it ends with me on a table, erasing you from my mind, heart and body…