Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality. ~Emily Dickinson
Little Colin was buried today. I took Bubba to his wake. They buried him in his Halloween costume and a bucket to hold the candy was in the casket.
"Mom, his lips looked funny." Bubba said. I thought he'd be afraid to look at the little boy he knew from school.
"Yes, Bubba, he was probably wearing makeup, too. They do that sometimes when people die." I told him.
The sight of a little kid in a casket in church was bad, but not nearly as bad as the sobs his father cried as we went through the line.
Heartbreaking.
More later...
"Fear paralyzes; curiosity empowers. Be more interested than afraid."-Patricia Alexander, American educational psychologist
Showing posts with label makeup. Show all posts
Showing posts with label makeup. Show all posts
Friday, October 25, 2013
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Sad but true
Yes, some people think makeup makes you more competent.
When they perfect a mascara that is totally sweatproof, tearproof and rubproof, I'll wear better stuff. Some days makeup lasts all of 10 minutes at the Hotel, so you have to be careful what you wear.
Stay tuned...real life happens today. Welcome to meeting-o-rama for me!
When they perfect a mascara that is totally sweatproof, tearproof and rubproof, I'll wear better stuff. Some days makeup lasts all of 10 minutes at the Hotel, so you have to be careful what you wear.
Stay tuned...real life happens today. Welcome to meeting-o-rama for me!
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Saturday, June 18, 2011
Just for fun
My travelling partner and I went to a local patient symposium the other day to talk about stuff we do in rehab, complete with show and tell.
Had a lot of fun. I just hope the tape recorded version is not so bad. My makeup artist, hair stylist and wardrobe person were not working that day.
I'm glad I wore my *dress* scrubs.
More later...
Had a lot of fun. I just hope the tape recorded version is not so bad. My makeup artist, hair stylist and wardrobe person were not working that day.
I'm glad I wore my *dress* scrubs.
More later...
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