Life Hack With Brownies

I have developed a life hack that makes cleaning totally interesting. 

Well, maybe not interesting. But it totally makes life tasty. 

I typically don't mind cleaning, but once in the while, it's impossible to find the energy. No one is going to pat me on the back for cleaning my own house, so I have to give myself a high five. 

Here's my new system. 

1. Purchase a box of brownie mix.

2. Prepare brownie mix. 

3. Put brownies in oven.

4. Wash dishes. Clean countertops. Put away mail. 

5. Brownies are done.

6. Reward productivity with brownies.

7. Win at life. 

I'd rather be fat with a clean house and brownies than skinny and live in a mess.

And c'mon. BROWNIES.

As always, it's hip to be square (and life hack-ed), kids. 

More Like Beauty BLAHger

I put on makeup because I have to, not because I'm any good at it. Without makeup, I look like I'm 12. With makeup, I'm pushing 15. The extra 3 years matter, I promise.

Lately, I've been trying really hard to get better at, you know, giving a shit. It's really difficult to spend much time thinking about how I look because I'm working so damn hard all of the time. The time that I'm not working, I just want to be in my bed. It also seems silly to get fancied up for my patients, so I have a very minimal routine in the morning of ways to make myself look like a person. Straighten hair, some makeup, clothes, DONE. Oh, I brush my teeth in there too. I do not, however, brush my hair. Ever. Ever. Ever. Ever. I don't even own a hairbrush. YOU DON'T BRUSH CURLS, EVEN ONCE THEY'RE STRAIGHTENED.

That was really for my husband. He doesn't understand not owning a hair brush.

Back to the topic at hand.

I had this thought. There have got to be a ton of women out there in my same situation. Women who don't buy cosmetics because they're fun and sparkly but because they need to look put together. Women who don't particularly enjoy trying new shades and looks, but who need functional pretty-fying stuff that WORKS.

This can't just be me. In fact, I know it isn't. So now that I'm putting some damn effort into this shizz, I will share it with the internetz for those of you who, like me, just need things to be simple but effective.

AND AND AND, I'll give some of them away while I'm at it.

How 'bout them Apples?

Speaking of giveaways, don't forget about the one that we're currently rocking over here: Raccoon Eyes No More!


As always, it's hip to be square (and functional!), kids.

The Clllllllaaaaawwwwww

I love claw games. I have no idea why, but I love them. I can't walk passed one without at least wanting to load it up with quarters. For years, my husband told me I was ridiculous, but he has since learned the magic of the claw. Now it's like our thing.

When we were on the cruise last month, there was a claw game in the casino where, instead of stufed animals, we played for $100. It was $1 per play, but I think we made our money back. Husband walked out there with $200.

Now that we're back on dry land, you can pretty much only play for stuffed toys, but it's still fun. We're like the dream team of scoping out an available get and finding the perfect position for the claw. If Little Brother is with us, the only thing that gets in our way is physics. And when the claws are rigged.

Last night, we pumped way too much money in to a claw game at a toy store. We like playing because it's fun to win, but the best part about the whole thing is that we almost always give the toys to a nearby kid. I don't think we need any more stuffed animals. We got to hand three or four complete strangers toy to snuggle with (so what if they're filled with lead?!), and they were all super appreciative.

So, yeah, we waste a lot of money on stuffed toys that cost pennies, but it's like our skill. We can master pretty much any claw game. And we can make some unexpecting kids smile in the mean time, so BONUS.

As always, it's hip to be square, kids.

And remember, the mascara giveaway is still happening until November 18! Find it here: Raccoon Eyes No More!