One of the only things I don’t like about my gym is where it’s located. Not necessarily the location in relation to my house, but the building in which it’s located. It sits on the second floor of a huge warehouse/garage that’s almost entirely abandoned. When I finally make it to the gym, unless it’s summer, it’s very dark outside and all the corners of the warehouse are dark. So I walk through darkened hallways to get inside and then back to my car. It’s only creepy on nights like tonight, when someone or something in the dark corners makes strange noises. I was creeped out enough that I hightailed it back to my car, thus ensuring some quick sprints to round out the workout.
I don’t mind being alone, but I don’t like not knowing if I’m not alone. Does that make sense? Yeah, it’s probably time for me to get some sleep.
Slow news day here in humanvacuum land. Lots of meetings and lots of work, followed by some gym time and Thanksgiving leftovers (still), but that’s about it. The bright point of the day was the pecan pie that I brought out of refrigerator hibernation. Granted, it had previously had a slice of cherry pie on top of it, so there are traces of cherry all over it, but still. For someone who never had pecan pie until a few years ago, I’m a pretty big fan now.
All my life, I’ve had very dry hands, elbows, and knees – especially in the winter. When the temperature dips below freezing, for some reason, my rough spots get worse and bleed. Bloody hands are not fun, let me tell you.
Over the years, I’ve tried pretty much every hand cream on the market, usually to disappointing results. Any formula too thin just dries out my hands further. Some of the ones that are too thick just sit on top of my hands and never get absorbed. Gels? Won’t even try them anymore. And some oils have a tendency to make my hands break out in hives. If you think bloody hands are painful, try bloody hands covered in hives. Oof. It makes me cringe just remembering it.
But when I was shopping with the family on Black Friday, we stopped into Kmart (cue Rain Man references) and out of sheer desperation I popped into the lotion aisle. I was just about to give up when I spotted this Fruit of the Earth Vitamin E Skin Care Cream practically hidden on the very bottom shelf. It came in a twin pack, and cost less than $4. Having had good (though not long-lasting) experiences with vitamin E oil in baths recently, I decided to give the cream a try.
The first time I put the cream on my hands, my hands were ashy and white and starting to crack. I rubbed the lotion in and was impressed by how well and how quickly it was absorbed. My hands seemed to heal immediately; I could hardly believe it. Even my mom was impressed when she saw how the cream “fixed” my hands. Thinking I’d be reapplying over and over again to keep the moisture, I went and bought a second twin pack – so now there’s one permanently residing at my parents’ house, one at work, one in my bedroom, and one in the bathroom for when I get out of the shower. The thing is, the moisture lasts a long time – I only need to apply the cream once in the morning and once before bed.
My hands have never been softer or healthier-looking. Seriously, if you have extremely dry skin, give this stuff a try – I found it at both Kmart and Walmart, and at under $4 for two jars, it’s an incredible bargain.
**No one has paid me or asked me to write a review of this cream; the people at Fruit of the Earth have no idea who I am. I was simply blown away by how amazing this cream is, and felt the need to share.
Homemade Christmas decorations, created by yours truly.
It really doesn’t take much for me to impress myself.
I had some visitors today!
My dad texted me around 10:30 to let me know that he, my mom, and Taco had just left the house and were Pgh-bound. This meant I spent the next hour trying in vain to puppy-proof the house. Everything chocolate in the house had to be placed up high. Cords had to be taken off the ground. Everything had to be up off the floor. And yet when they arrived, Taco still ran around like a mad dog, sniffing everything and sneaking coasters off the coffeetable.
While my mom and dad helped me hang my curtains in the Hammock Room (read: they hung the curtains, not me), I took Taco outside and let him explore a little bit. He was not a fan of my neighbor’s black lab, Shadow. Shadow is much older and bigger than Taco, and she has a fierce bark. Taco sounds like a toy dog when he barks. So he was a little skiddish around her… but he loved exploring a new yard. After he’d sniffed everything and tried to walk off with every stick in the yard, he randomly sat his butt down at the top of a hill and made like a statue for a few minutes. It was like he was waiting for something or someone. Silly puppy.
After his statue impersonation, he came back to life with a vengeance and I took him on his first run. We just ran to the end of my street and back, but by the end of it, he was looking at me like ‘Really? You mean I have to walk up steps now?’ I guess short little puppy legs get worn out when they’re forced to go fast.
It was fun to see the fam again (for the 4th day in a row) and exciting to watch Taco explore the house and neighborhood, but I’m very much looking forward to a quiet chew-free night.