Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Just an update!

Okay so I seem to do better when my mom is around. I'm not so depressed... So I figured I'd do a fun update while she's across the room, and we watch The A-List: Dallas.

Iiii just took advantage of an AMAZING E.L.F sale! I have neeever tried annny E.L.F [Eyes. Lips. Face] products... and I kind of went a littttle nuts. Sort of.

And by sort of nuts I mean nine products! XD

Two Brushes- One small angle, one concealer.
Two Concealers- One in Apricot Beige (fair), one in Ivory.
One Bronzer- Essential Healthy Glow Bronzing Powder in Luminance.
Four Lipsticks- One in Captivating, one in Charming, one in Nostalgic, and finally one in Seductive.

A little retail therepy never hurt, right? Lol... well that's probably not true, but I feel a bit better now.

In other news! I have decided that too many people have my hair coloring- Red and Black two-toned hair. I'm starting to look... normal. Like nothing special to look at.

My lovelies, I have decided that I'm changing my hair style and color :). Want to see to what?

Ladies and Gentleman, may I introduce Narcissa Malfoy?




I have had suuch a huge hair crush on this woman ever since I saw her in the movie. In. Love. YESS.

I'm going to keep the length on my hair, because when my hair is that short [I've had it WAY shorter. Promise] it tends to flip out at te end. Just going to get it trimmed up into healthy hair and have Dee Dee work out the colors. I am going to have the blonde part white-ish and hopefully have like a dark chocolatey color.

So. Excited.

In more news... I really. Really. Really. Want to go to Michael's and pick up some Sculpey and Sculpey Glaze and just start making cut little charms.

I know the first like... four projects I'm going to do.

Rottweiler necklace/earings/Jewelry set
Lolipop necklace/earings/jewelry set.
Cupcake Earings.
Mini and Mickey earings. ^_^

I miss having a hobbey- that doesn't revolve around makeup.

aaand I think one final thing:

I'm getting a tattoo within the next year of my dog. I'm going to put it on my left upper arm. I haven't worked the whole thing out in my head yet, but I have a basic idea.

I miss that goddamn dog.

Anyways I think that's it for now. ^.^

Love,
Anna.

Monday, October 10, 2011

FOTD: Wine With Everything

Hey fabulous people! I haven't done a "FOTD" in quite some time, so I figured I'd do one now. 

I did this look a few weeks ago and decided to rock a strong lip and a dark smokey eye. ^_^ I like how it turned out.






Okay. So the product list!
Foundation: Maybelline Dream Liquid Mousse in Porcelain Ivory (Light 01)
Setting Powder: CoverGirl Clean Pressed Powder, Oil Control in 510 Classic Ivory
Eyeshadow: Coastal Scents Original 88 Palette
Eyeliner: Maybelline Eyestudio Gel Liner
Mascara: CoverGirl LashBlast in Blackest Black
Lips: Revlon Wine With Everything and Carmex
Cheeks: some pinks and a light red from Coastal Scents 88 Shimmer Palette

Anyways, I think that's about it for me today. I don't have much to say...

I promise I'll be back to "Me" soon. I hope.

Oh! One more thing:

I made myself a Facebook Page, if you wanted to get makeup look updates faster!

http://www.facebook.com/pages/AVSMakeup/219657218095917

Love,
Anna

Today Was the End of an Era...

WARNING: There'll be no discussion of makeup in this post...  This is not going to be a very happy post... Forgive me for posting this here... but I need to get this out. If you are uncomfortable with Discussions of death, please do NOT read any further.

Feel free to turn off the music. I just wanted to share a tiny piece of my Sweetest Boy and Myself....

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Today I lost my bestfriend. We had to put my Sweetest Boy, Hunter to sleep.

For twelve years of my life, I've had a dog, Hunter [aka Freddy]. For four of those twelve I've had a dog and a cat, Gizmo [aka Gizzy].

I never thought I'd ever be without him... But here I am holding my favorite collar of his, wishing he was woofing and grumping at me for taking too long to eat my part of the pizza, and give him the crust.

The little things I took for granted, that I said I was not going to miss about him, I do. I feel like such an ass for saying I wouldn't miss certain things about him...

I keep thinking I'm going to wake up from a super horrible nightmare, and my Freddy-lumpkins is going to be right there staring at me like, "Awe yew okee, Annie-kins?"

But the sad truth is, he's not ever going to be there ever again.

I even went out to the Garden, where he lays, facing the road so he can see the bicyclists, motorcyclists, and pedestrians, just to make sure he was actually there. In the ground. Guarding the tomatoes.

Yep... he's still there. My poor, sweet, perfect boy...



This was right after Bob came home. I feel horrible for myself... but words can't describe how horrible I feel for my brother. There really is no love stronger than a "Boy" and his "Puppy".


While my brother was Deployed in Iraq, he sent me an e-mail, asking me to sign for a package for Hunter.
He called me "Black-Ops Elf". Lol! In the package was a note he asked me to read to Hunter...
"Even on the other side of the planet, Sergeant Sandy-Claws didn't forget about his Boy."
I wrapped the bone and he got to tear it open on Christmas Eve of 2010.



I had my Senior Pictures taken with him back in '09 [I graduated in '10] and got into a fight with the year book people because I had a "prop" in my photo... I lost the fight and had to settle for a different one. So we got this one blown up to 8x10 and it's hanging in the living room.
He was... No... He still is my pride and joy.


That was when we first got him... and it explains him perfectly.
Always a puppy... and if he didn't have a ball- or a toy in his mouth, he was asleep.
 

I know my cat loved Hunter, so much... I think that my dog didn't like to show it, but he loved the stuffing out of Gizmo.


My boy, in December of 2010... god it's so hard to believe this was less than a year ago.


December, 2010. My gizmo was always glued to his side. The poor boy was glued to him untill the last bark was barked, the last growl was growled, the last bone had been demolished. Those two did everything together...

Hunter "Boston" Sus was about one and a half years old when we rescued him from Country Side Humane Society in December of 1999. His original name was Boston, and he was "Not good with small children". We showed them wrong.

 We brought him home on December 18th. He quickly won my grandpa's heart over and was deemed "Finest Fella". A few weeks later, and he had yet another nickname, "Turkey". Then, "Fred". But he's always been my "sweetest boy".

Nine years later and I rocked Freddy's world when I brought home an all black Cat, after a camping trip with a friend. Mom wasn't too happy, but when she discovered my baby boy, Gizmo, was all black, she was sold... and we had yet another addition to the family, who Hunter accepted and loved with all his big heart.

That's just how Hunter was. Hell that's how all dog's love. They don't care who you are or what you've done, if you haven't hurt them or their "Pack", and give good "scritches" they will love you, unconditionally.

He was always there for me and my siblings when we came home from school, little stubby tale wiggling so hard his whole rear end was wagging back and forth. He didn't care if we'd had a bad grade in a class, or had fought someone... He just knew that his "babies" were home and he had someone to play with.

My poor sweetest boy. He started having major issues with being able to walk- as my mom put it, he looked like a drunken sailor when he walked. His paws crossing infront of eachother, stumbling all over the place. So we had my grandpa come over and check him out. Things straightened out a little and he was okay on Friday night.

Saturday came and he was having issues again. He was stumbling around, falling all the time... He didn't want to eat, and then he tripped and clipped the wall really hardwith his right, rear leg and he started limping around.

Sunday morning and mom wakes me up around 9am to give me an update on fred. She told me that we were going to have our local Vet on Wheels come to the house on Monday morning to check him out and tell us what could be done... if anything at all. All of a sudden, my step-dad Joe came in and called her outside to look at Freddy. She came back in and told me straight up that my puppy was having a stroke and that there was no saving him.

So I went outside and curled up on the lawn with him for a few hours while freddy's closest- His Aunty Kris, Gram-paw, and his "boy" all came over to say their peace. He had another two strokes within as many hours after that.

The vet was here at 1:00 and my Sweet Boy was gone by 1:30. He was 13 3/4 years old. He lived four years longer than the average Rottweiler. When he was gone... it's truly amazing how young he looked... Almost like a puppy again, with a little gray grizzle going on in his muzzle area. He didn't look like he was in pain anymore.

As is tradition in the Sus family, we buried him ourselves, taking turns gently setting handfulls of dirt over him until we couldn't see the blue blanket that he's wrapped in anymore. And then we took turns with the shovel.

He's buried with his favorite pillow, his favorite blanket, his favorite toy: Bo-Bo, and finally, what was left of the bone that Bob had sent, all the way from Iraq- just the knuckle[the very end of the bone].

The world is a lesser and darker place now that freddy's light is gone. I know this will sound stupid, but for some reason, I thought my puppy had the secret to immortality. His heart was so big that it would never stop beating. He loved all of us with his whole heart, and I know there was still room for him to love more.

The reason for the music is because these are songs that remind me of my Sweet Boy, or are songs that I played for my Sweet Boy to get him to relax and go to sleep. "Goodbye" by Celine Dion is on there, is because Goodbye really is the hardest, sadest word I ever had to say, Pie Jesu was his favorite lullaby to go to sleep to. It did the trick every time.

Goodbye and "It's okay, sweety... You raised me just fine... it's okay to go now, if you're tired. I love you..." are the hardest words I will ever have to say. I know it's not goodbye forever... it's more like a prolonged "see ya later." Because I'll see him when I'm dead and up in heaven. Just like the lyrics say:

"It'll break my heart to hear you say goodbye,
'Till we meet again,
Until then, Goodbye..."




He was the best Dog any girl could ask for. And he is sorely missed.

You never stop grieving for lost ones. And it never stops hurting... you just get used to the pain and create a new routine.

When it comes to Euthanasia, please remember this, it's something my Grandmother and Grandfather told my mother, who then told my siblings and I: "Are you prolonging life? Or alaying death?"

Love,
Anna...





Hunter "Freddy" Boston Sus
December 18th, 1998 - October 9th, 2011
'Till we meet again... Until then, Goodbye...

Friday, October 7, 2011

ohmahgash! Shoesss!

Hello. My name is Anna... and I have an addiction to shoes.

Makeup has always been, and will always be my first love... but shoes run at a close second. Specidically platformed pumps, beautiful boots, fabulous flats... You get my point. ^_^

My most recent purchase was a pair of amazing steampunk-ish boots. These are available at Payless Shoe Source for $49.99. They're also available at Kohl's. When I bought my pair they were available for about 50% off [$29.99]. They're listed under "Limited Quantities" which probably means they are Going, Going...

... Gone! Which is unfortunate. I totally want to be able to share the comfy experience with you all! Hell I feel guilty just showing them to y'all. v.v

Anyways. My shoe collection may not be very big- or have a variety in color... But I know what I like and I know that *most* of my shoes are dead comfy. So here they are!!

The new boots!


These boots are hand-me-down's from Mom. ^_^
They're a whee bit awkward to walk in. That's simply because I don't have any pointed-toe shoes, so I'm not used to haveing the lift my foot a little differently.


These are comfortable... Sort of. They're not exactly "Wear all day and still be comfy". They're just a fraction to tight around the widest part of my foot, but atleast they're not too big.


They look good. Especially with a nice deep blue dress.
But they are SO uncomfortable!



These... are... SO... COMFORTABLE! These are my go-to shoes for events where Tennis-shoes aren't exactly welcome.



Clearly they're well-worn.




Those aren't all of my shoes, but they're the ones that I wear the most. Except the Silver Peep-Toes. Those were just for a change of color. But yeah...

Moving on!

Let me know what y'all think. Would you like to see the occasional Fashion post?

One more thing! I'm doing a shameless plug for a friend who just started two blogs! Go on over and take a look!

http://www.richellesbloggity.blogspot.com/ is her rant blog. This is her getting her two cents out into the world.

http://www.richellesbloggityforphotography.blogspot.com/ is her Photography blog. This one is probably going to be strictly photographs and not so much words. More like a gallery than a blog.

^_^ So yeah! Thanks!

Love,
Anna

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Lookin' Good While Feelin' Gross.

"You look good, kid," mom said to me yesterday afternoon as I got ready to go sling Fried Chicken and Fried Breaded Zuchini at Ferraro's Pizza.

"Yeah? Ha. Look good, feel bad," I replied as I threw my purse over my shoulder, put on my Baseball Cap and turned my MP3 player on.

"... Ewww. Stay away from me, Typhoid Mary." She laughed and picked up the Keys to the car.

"But I looove you!" I laughed as I walked toward her with my arms spread out wide, looking a bit like Frankenstein's Creation as I went to "threaten" her with a hug.

"NOOOO!!" she all but sprinted to the car- which makes me laugh now. She was going to have to spend the next fifteen minutes in the car with me anyways.

Anyways, this brings me to today's topic:

Lookin' good while feelin' bad[and not in the good way.]

Moments when your eyes are so glassy looking everyone thinks you're wearing special contact lenses to make them look like Doll Eyes, your nose is so red under your concealer, foundation, and powder it could give Rudolph a run for his money, a nose so drippy it's ruinning your perfectly flawless foundation job, and the smell of Vick's Vapor Rub is overpowering even the strongest of Perfumes... This is what I'm talkin' about.

I sit here at 4:40AM with a pound of Vick's Vapor Rub on my chest and another pound of it crammed up my nose, all while struggling to breathe. I don't know what I caught, buuut I know that it's not gonna be quick and painless.

Doing your makeup while you have a cold is, I feel, a good idea. My reasoning is this: If you feel good about how you look, you start to feel better about yourself and overall start to feel better.

Whenever I'm sick I usually never put any kind of foundation, or concealer, or anything like that, just because if my nose runs, I really don't feel like having to re-do my whole nose area. Not to mention I work in a Carry-Out joint and I don't have the time to stop and correct a nose issue. So I usually throw on my eyemakeup- the whole nine-yards. I use water-proof or water-resistant eyeliner and mascara because my eyes get super glassy and watery whenever I'm sick. When the eye makeup is done I'll put my face primer on my cheeks, chin, and forehead and apply blush and bronzer accordingly.

Just like that you're poor dull, skin looks happy and healthy again and you don't look so pale and sick. If you'd like you can do some color correcting on your nose if it's overly red- just be prepared to keep a vigil eye on the status of your makeup throughout the day.

Now it's time to take care of your lips. If you're anything like me, you're a mouth breather when you're sick. So keep a medicated chapstick [like Carmex or Blistex] on hand at all times. NEVER apply it directly from the tube to your lips when you're sick or you'll just keep infecting yourself and you will never get better. Make sure your hands are clean, I don't care if you wash your hands with hot water and soap, or if you use an anti-bacterial hand sanitizer. Just never, ever, EVER use this trick with germy hands. Now then, get some of the product on your finger tip and apply to your lips. If you need to get more product, use a different finger and apply more. This will keep your tube of Chapstick from getting all gross with the Rhino-Virus orrrr whatever you managed to catch. :) Over the chapstick apply your favorite lipstick- using the same trick. Then go wash your hands again.

And finally, fix your hair, get dressed, and go! Just keep your hand sanitizer near you.

Whenever you're sick and you do your makeup it is ESSENTIAL that you sanitize all of the tools you used to do your makeup. You never know where those nasty germs are hiding, right? I go so far as to whipe down my Mascara Wand and Pencil Liner with a Makeup Whipe or an anti-bacterial whipe.

Anyways, that's my "cure" for the common cold look. ^_^ I'll post some "Before and After" pics for y'all.

Before:
Aren't I one adorable sick-o? Especially when I clearly didn't remove all the makeup from the night before.
I also had three hours of sleep because it was difficult to breathe last night.
Anyways...

After:
See how much healthier I look? [ignore my hair. It wasn't a good hair day as my hair is about two days dirty now, and that's my typical hair for work]
Also this is a good example for why Redefining your eyebrow is a VERY good idea.
In the before picture, I look like a victim of over-tweeing. I'm reeaally not. ^^ I was born with naturally short eyebrows. =.= v.v

Also, I swear i'm not wearing any foundation in that picture. That really is just the difference between my chest and my face. Chest and neck have a yellow undertone, face has a red undertone.

Remember ladies and gents: always, always, always match your foundation to your neck- or make sure you're damned good at blending it into the neck.

Moving on! Time for me to chug a large mug of honey-sweetened Thera-Flu and try to get some sleep. G'night Ladies and Gents and generally Fabulous people.

And remember, as Raven says: "Just real quick, you pluck a chicken... You tweeze your eyebrows."
Love,
Anna.