Sucker Punch

I really want to see this. It looks so badass.  Gotta love tough chicks in sexy outfits that kick some major butt.

How I Made It Through the Winter

  Winters in the desert climate can be brutal on the skin, and this year was a particularly cold, dry winter for Southern California. As a result, my hands became extremely chapped and irritated. I tried just about every over the counter cream, lotion, and ointment available, with no relief. The product would either wear off after a few minutes or wouldn't do anything at all, except leave a trail of smears on everything  I touched.
 As a last resort, I gave Burt's Bees a try, since I had read great reviews online about many of their products. I was very surprised at how well the hand cream worked. It hydrated and soothed my hands without leaving them greasy or sticky. Plus, the effects lasted  for quite a long time. After using the hand cream 3-4 times a day, my hands were back to normal in about 5 days. That's saying a lot, considering I had scaley patches of dry skin on several fingers.
I have added this hand cream up to my "product that I can't live without" list.

Thoroughly Therapeutic Honey & Grapeseed Oil Hand Creme

When Life Hands You Lemons

  I'm always amazed at how people respond so differently to bad news. Some handle bad news very well and can think fast on their feet with appropriate responses and actions. Others seem indifferent and just shrug it off. The more fragile will fall apart and become an emotional wreck. Then, there are those of us who clam up, say the wrong things, and come off as a complete moron.

 It never fails, when I get bad news my mind decides to go on vacation, leaving the shell of myself to deal with it on my own. I end up feeling awkward and give one of my typical responses, which is, "Well, ummm, ummm. Yeah, well, ummm." Later, when things have either settled down or are resolved, that's when my brain will come up with lots of useful ideas and suggestions. By then, it's usually too late to do anything and the damage of my dorkiness is done. 

  I often wish that I could hire a service to take the bad news for me, make whatever decisions that need to be made, give appropriate condolences, etc. All the while, giving me full credit for the good deed, no one having a problem with it, and it being totally acceptable in society. A "Bad News Handling Agency", perhaps? BNHA for short. The new catch phrase could be, "When life hands you lemons, hire someone else to solve the problem for you."