Monthly archives of “October 2016

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MY BASIC HALLOWEEN

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Happy Halloween, the most wonderful time of the year. However, I’ve been too busy to give Halloween the respect it deserves but I did get a chance to visit two local haunted houses this past Saturday.

I’m a bit of a haunted house aficionado. I’ve gone to them all of my life and being from New Orleans, I’ve visited haunted houses that were in actual haunted houses. As a result, I’m über critical and can rarely be scared.

The first stop was 40 miles south of Jackson at the Mississippi School of the Arts, located in Brookhaven, MS. Due to art and theater students designing the haunted house, I had high expectations. Upon arrival, we saw a bunch of kids outside so I looked at Husband and exclaimed “oh hell naw!” If kids are ballsy enough to go, it’s probably not scary. No line and a $5 entry fee was another indication that it probably wouldn’t be all that. Visually, it looked great. Acting and costumes were awesome but I didn’t flinch. This was probably more for kids.

Second stop was House of Haunted Fields, 35 mins from Jackson and located in Raymond, MS. Listen, the ride was scary enough for me. Most of the drive required the use of our lights on high beam. We went through what I assume to be woods and farmland and barely had phone reception *insert thunder and lightning here* Anyway, we saw cars parked about a half mile from the haunted house but found a parking spot right in front of the haunted house, like a boss. The line was ridiculous but didn’t seem like it would be a long wait. I was wrong, we were in line for 3 hours while the temperature continued to drop. I know, how could I stand there so long? After investing an hour and paying for entry (which was 10 bucks a person), it made sense to just wait.

The tour started in a creepy house where we were told a story and characters attempted to sneak up on us. Nice try. I usually like to talk to the actors to get them out of character and if there is a dark doorway, someone is probably going to pop out. I turned around just as homeboy was walking up. The remainder of the tour was in the “fields” where clowns and characters from scary movies popped out. Although I am overdo for an appointment with my optometrist, I could still identify the shadowy figures right behind the trees and was ready when they attempted to scare us. More the group than me and Husband even jumped twice. Because I could hear the screams from the line, I knew the sound of the chainsaw meant the end of the haunted house aka haunted field. So when I was a few feet away from the exit, what did I do? Anticipate the chainsaw and probably all of the characters surrounding us; thereby, resulting in everyone running out screaming. I walked out laughing. I would say this is probably the scariest haunted house I’ve visited in this region, would not recommend it for kids (although I saw several boss a** toddlers in line), and that they need to get their logistics together. The price was reasonable but the wait was ridiculous.

Overall, I had fun. Husband and I have been working extremely hard so it was a much needed break. We still have several hours, I hope you guys see a scary movie, attend a Halloween Happy Hour or something (do those exist), and or jack a toddler for their candy. If you’ve already celebrated, what did you do and why wasn’t I invited? Oh, you don’t know me? Good point.

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FAUX PRODUCT REVIEW 37: MELTED MATTE

Ashlee's new favorite lipstick "Melted Matte Liquified Long Wear Lipstick" in Bend & Snap" (until she finds a new one).

Melted Matte Liquified Long Wear Lipstick in Bend & Snap

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$15 gift card from Little Brother + $10 gift card from Ulta = the purchasing of unnecessary beauty products such as Too Faced Melted Matte Liquified Long Wear Lipstick.

Too Faced’s innovative formula glides over lips like a gloss but dries to an ultra-matte opaque finish. Infused with a no-sting plumping filler, Melted Matte Liquified Long Wear Lipstick ensures color always looks rich, full, and kissable – never dry, shriveled or cracked.

Although my lips don’t like matte, I do. Deal with it. As a result of my favorite color being pink (e.g. Pink Gumbeaux), I bought the above color. However, I thought it was mauve but it’s a nice bright pink. I may post a picture on Instagram, I guess you’ll have to follow me there to find out. You’ve got to earn my love! Anyway, the formula is liquid, light and has great coverage. All that is necessary is one swipe at the bottom of the lip and one at the top. I do retouch after lunch but it’s not always necessary. I remove with coconut oil and baby wipes. Due to matte sucking the life out of my lips by day, I do moisturize my lips at night.

Should you buy it? If you have 21 bucks (plus tax) to blow. Don’t ask me, I don’t know your pockets… For more, visit Ulta!

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BLINK AND YOU’LL MISS IT

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Despite the week I had and Husband ditching me for the weekend, none of that mattered because my Dad was coming to visit me (and Little Brother) this past Saturday. Like most daddy’s girls, he is my favorite person in the world one of my favorite people in the world. Not to mention, we always have a blast together due to similar hobbies: drinking and judging people. However, this trip would be a little different. He would be bringing his wife aka my stepmother aka a person I haven’t always liked. But, we were doing better, much better. Likely as a result of her volunteering to pay for my birthday party because I can be bought.

Saturday morning, I popped up like a kid on Christmas morning. I called my Dad and he informed me he was still sleeping. No big deal, it wouldn’t take them long to get ready and get on the road. After all, Dad is known for being very prompt. An hour later, he calls to inform me he’ll be arriving an hour late. He went to sleep after 3:30 AM as a result of waiting for my stepsister to arrive home from her homecoming dance. Yeah, I agree with you. What high school kid comes home that late from a homecoming dance? But, that isn’t our business.

It’s now 12:45 PM and the phone wakes me out of my sleep. Apparently, Stepmother is taking longer than expected to get ready and they haven’t left yet.

Me: Does she realize she’s traveling to Jackson, MS? You won’t have much time to hang out.

Dad: We still want to come, we’ll be there by 3 or 4. I could tell he was trying to balance being apologetic to me (so I wouldn’t loose my s***) but also trying to please her.

After the phone call with Dad I yelled to Little Brother, “and she probably won’t even look all that.” Yep, I was pissed. I’m still kind of upset. Unbeknownst to Cinderella and probably Dad, I still need him and love to spend time with him. It doesn’t matter that I’m an adult and married, I felt that she was a bit selfish and inconsiderate.

Once they finally pulled up to the gate of my apartment complex, I said to myself “Ashlee be nice, Ashlee be nice, Ashlee be nice.” The first thing Cinderella said when she got out of the car: “Ashlee, don’t be mad at me.” And you know, I looked her up and down to see if it was worth the wait.

Moving on, we immediately hopped in the car (after all, there wasn’t much time). I gave them a thorough tour of Jackson. It was her first time being in Jackson and I wanted her to know it wasn’t comprised of cotton fields and slaves. That’s actually 50 miles, north. Just kidding-ish. After about an hour or so, we headed to the restaurant and she likes BBQ so this should go well. Should. She didn’t know the only booze available was beer. Understandable but this particular restaurant has a large beer collection and even includes some chump-level beers that are great for people who like the sweeter things in life. When the food arrived, she was upset by the color. It was too pink on the inside. There is pig in the name of the restaurant so I’m assuming it’s why there was still color. Dad asked her several times if she wanted it to be thrown back on the grill but she declined. Now, I understand how parents feel when they spend their hard-earned cash on kids who don’t want to eat their food.

Although I am a known finicky and picky eater, I devoured it. So did Dad. She was too disgusted and covered hers with her napkin. So disgusted that we skipped the desert at a nearby restaurant that she suggested. No problem, I was full from the ribs. We headed back to my apartment in enough time for me to watch the premiere of Good Witch (which is the most important fact in this post). I walked them to their car and begrudgingly gave hugs. I’m still grateful for time we spent; even though, if I blinked I would’ve missed it. Maybe I should write a guide to stepparenting or staying at home if one cannot get ready in a timely manner.

Update: I talked to Dad after the composition of this post. He’ll be visiting whenever Cinderella travels (which is a lot for the series of jobs and projects that have yet to be confirmed).

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FAUX PRODUCT REVIEW 36: PINK GEL COAT 


A while ago, Mom gave me Perfect Formula’s Pink Gel Coat and Gel Coat Color. At the time, I was gang affiliated with Deborah Lippmann and threw it in my nail polish drawyer. After all, she received it as a gift as a result of buying something on one of those home shopping networks. And, she barely polishes her nails so what does she know? *stares at Mom*

But one day, I was completely out of all my basecoats and had to use this from the person who shops the home shopping network and doesn’t polish her nails and shall remain nameless.

This “Suit of Armor” creates a sheer pink coating that strengthens and hardens natural nails so they grow beautifully long and strong. Its keratin-rich formula includes an optical brightener that filters out any yellow appearance in your nails, bringing out the natural color in your nail bed and making the whites of your nails appear whiter.

I really wasn’t paying attention to my nails when applying the basecoat. I mean, the formula was thick but that’s about it. After a few weeks, I noticed my nails were harder and brighter. Then, I proceeded to read the nail polish description and exclaimed “oh, it’s doing exactly what it described!” In contrast, I’m now out of it and just found out it retails for 30 bucks (and the bottle is only 0.6 oz. which is small as hell). As a result, I think this is the perfect time to apologize to Mom. Thank you for this gift. If possible, could you provide me with another one because I’m poor. You have my address. Thanks.

Note: I can hear her now. “Excuse you, I just gave you money for your birthday. You have enough to buy that polish.” Her statement will be followed by emojis or a gif (she just learned how to send gifs like yesterday). 

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I’M 31!!! 

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I think I’ve mentioned my birthday several times; usually, when guilting you into subscribing to my newsletter and following me on social media (which I will mention again at the bottom of this post). Be prepared.

My birthday is very important to me and not for egotistical reasons. Well, mostly not for egotistical reasons. It gives me the opportunity to reflect and set goals for the year opposed to doing it on New Year’s Eve. And, isn’t it too cold to set goals during that time? Anyway, in 29.8-Years Old, I talked about the things I was over and blamed age for it. In I’m 30, I was sure some things would change overnight (give or take a few days). I guess it’s no surprise that it took a bit longer for me to accomplish some of those things. You guys tried to tell me…haters.

So, let’s quickly revisit challenges, accomplishments and new goals.

One of my biggest accomplishments was to pass my doctoral comprehensive exam; however, we will reserve celebration for the actual PhD (which will happen within the next year).

Other things to get hyphy about: Do people still get hyphy? San Francisco seemed really serious about it. Anyway, I received a scholarship from my professional association (which was awarded to me while in Seattle) and Husband and I became property owners! Most recently, we started the process to buy 2 additional homes.

Professional reputation and nerves was tried.

Over

And over

And over again.

I’m assuming the lesson was to not put paws on someone; thereby, avoiding jail time learn how to not worry about things I can’t change and persevere.

Equally important as completing my degree is being a successful entrepreneur. I have 3 businesses (which includes Pink Gumbeaux); however, Husband and I are taking them from side hustles to the main hustle. You know, be my own boss. 

Me: Hey Ashlee, what time are you coming to work? 

Ashlee: When I want, I work for myself. 

Me: Great, I’ll see you then. 

I no longer have patience for the bitter and pessimists. Hearing bitching day after day, after day is draining but also contagious. Note: Everyone has issues, try not to pile your crap on someone else because it gets old. Try journaling, a hobby as an outlet, therapy and or your local buffet. 

Carefree time is great for my mental health. Blocks of time when I have fun and postpone anxiety and panic attacks for another day. Last week, carefree time included a mani and pedi, a date with Husband, my skate birthday party, eating fair food and getting on rides without throwing up.

While I won’t have everything figured out right away maybe by next month, I am working at it everyday. I’m confident 31 will be good to me (because I had a discussion with 31 in advance).

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