Polka Dot Polish Review

I always scope out what nail polishes are on clearance when I shop at Target. My most recent trip resulted in me picking up this little polka dot polish. The polish is from the Maybelline Color Show Polka Dots Collection and is in the shade “Drops of Jade.”

I love it. I’ve always gravitated toward green polishes, even in elementary school when a teacher told me my light green polish looked like a fungus.

This polish is muted teal color with white and black dots in it. The dots are basically like the sparkle confetti pieces you would find in any chunky glitter polish, but they don’t shine or sparkle. It gives a very speckled egg look that I love.

Here it is after only 5 days of wear;nails1

Almost no chips whatsoever, and all I have on is a basic topcoat. The gap at the top shows that my nails are growing super fast, guess those hair/skin/nails vitamins really work.

I love wearing nail polishes that are a little out of the norm, but fear that they’re sometimes too bold for work. I think the toned down nature of this is perfect for everyday wear!

My Love/Hate Relationship With Living Alone

10 Reasons I love living alone:
  1. I can wear or not wear whatever I want around my apartment. Do my clothes have to match? Nope. Do I have to wear them? No. Can I change my clothes 8 times in twenty minutes till I find the perfect level of comfort? Yessir.
  2. There’s no weird food in the fridge, unless I’ve put it there myself. No one else is leaving a bowl of used steak marinade in the fridge for 8 months (this actually happened) or taking the liquid/juice out of my jar of pickles (also a true story).
  3. No one is waking me up other than my alarm or the sun.
  4. I have my own bathroom. This never happened till I lived alone. I grew up with my four person family sharing one bathroom and always shared in college. I never want to share my bathroom, shower, or counter space ever again. Sorry Carlos.
  5. No pressure to do things. Sometime I really need to do laundry but don’t feel like it, so I do not and no one says anything.
  6. My things stay exactly where I put them. With the exception of Carlos unplugging my blow-dryer every time he comes over (yes I notice), nothing in my apartment moves unless I move it which makes finding things pretty easy.
  7. I don’t have to make my bed for fold the blankets on my couch for fear surprise guests will see them.
  8. My Netflix choices are left un-judged. Did I watch Hercules the other day while doing laundry, and sing along very loudly? Yes, yes I did.
  9. There’s no worry about strangers being in my apartment. The idea that a stranger will see my bedroom very much bothers me. I don’t keep things overly tidy all the time so having someone else see my un-made bed, dirty laundry, full trashcan, or leftover dishes unnerves me.
  10. There’s something about having your own space that has no comparison. Everything is yours, you put it all there, no one is going to take it, no one is going to move it, and you can do whatever you want.
10 reasons I hate living alone:
  1. I have no idea what the weather is like. Usually I was not the first person to step outside of my apartment/house, so others could always tell me what Mother Nature was up to. I know, I could check a weather app or pop my head outside. But its a little thing that I always asked my roommate of four years and she often described the weather in clothes (definitely a jeans day or not a good dress day or yeah flip flops are fine today) terms which I miss very much.
  2. The What-Was-That-Noise Game. Roommates make is easy to shrug off unknown noises. When you live alone you just imagine a burglar or murder sitting in your living room waiting for you to check on the noise.
  3. No one else cleans. Literally no one. Magic dishes fairies are not going to do those dishes.
  4. The fear of falling/dying and never being found is REAL. Of course Carlos would realize after a bit that something was up, but I have no idea how long it’d take him to realize I didn’t lose my phone or fall asleep. If I fell at night, he might think I fell asleep and then he’d go to work the next day and it could be a whole 20 hours of just laying there before he comes over (yes these are things I think about).
  5. When I’m out of toothpaste, shampoo, butter, eggs, shoes I want to wear, or anything else… I cannot borrow it from my roommate because she does not exist.
  6. Rent & utilities.
  7. Bugs. They don’t kill themselves. And I cannot kill them, look at them, or dispose of them. Thank the Lord for Carlos.
  8. No one approves or disapproves or improves my outfits before I walk out the door. I feel like I should hire someone for this. But walking out the door, having only my own judgement to go on for what I will wear for the next 10 hours at minimum can cause mishaps.
  9. Although this is on my likes list…. No one to wake you up except your own alarm or the sun. If I oversleep for work, there is not a chance anyone else will see I’ve overslept and wake me up in time to quickly get out the door. Which happened more times than it should have in college.
  10. It gets eerily quiet. Walking into the dark, quiet apartment at night will never not be creepy.

One Year

One year ago, on February 6th, I found out that I was chosen to be hired by a job in San Antonio, TX. Ever since then its been a busy year…

I accepted my first full time, with benefits, big girl, real world job.

I applied for my first apartment.

I realized how much crap I own.

My dad fit all that crap into a small trailer.

I said goodbye to the East Coast.

I said goodbye to my first car.

I said goodbye to the mountains,

to the bone chillingly cold weather,

to the snow,

and my home.

I said see ya later to my friends and family.

The fact that my parents love me was reconfirmed,

as they drove me across the country,

while I as a coughing sick mess,

all the way to Texas.

I forgot my bike.

I said hello to my first apartment.

I said hello to my first HEB shopping trip.

I bought a car.

I said hello to my first day of work,

and Texas traffic.

I made a budget and paid bills.

I discovered a new kind of responsibility.

I embraced my crock-pot and cooking skills.

I conquered cockroaches.

Haha just kidding,

they’ll always be terrifying.

I changed my address.

I lived in the same city as Carlos,

for the first time since 2005.

I was welcomed into his family with open arms.

I was given Rainbow loom bracelets,

a lot beautiful drawings,

home cooked meals,

and the nickname Cheese.

I discovered what hot weather really feels like.

I went to kid’s basketball games, soccer games, and swim meets,

birthday parties, and school shows.

I found myself uttering my dad’s famous words, “I said stop not slow down.”

And my mom’s “I’m running out of pie.”

I discovered the joy of having younger siblings.

I missed my family, and the mountains.

But I went home to visit,

to celebrate birthdays and holidays.

I had my first visitors in my own place.

I explored San Antonio,

the parks and zoo,

the farmer’s market,

the river walk,

60 oz margaritas,

enchiladas,

and barbeque.

I got to date my boyfriend.

I saw new movies with him,

discovered new restaurants,

laughed harder than ever,

and saw him more times in a month

than I had in the past year.

We’ve shared more of ourselves,

discovered our most annoying habits,

found the perfect couch cuddling position,

watched so much Breaking Bad together,

and still found ways to surprise each other.

And I fell in love with him all over again.

In the past year I’ve fallen in love repeatedly,

with the love of my life

and with the open Texas sky.

Gig ‘Em Aggies!

This past weekend, I went to my very first Texas A&M football game!

A&M is a school packed full of tradition and school spirit. I didn’t go to a university with football so I particularly enjoyed all of the excitement. I even bought a shirt to wear to the game, a steal from H.E.B. for only $10!

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I was amazed that every single person in the student section knew when to chant and cheer at the same exact moment. I felt a bit like I was invading an exclusive club or really big fraternity, but it was so amazing! I am a very enthusiastic sporting event cheer-er and love live sports, especially football. My voice even felt like it was starting to get a bit hoarse toward the end of the game, because I was just so pumped to be there! Aggies won 65 to 28!

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Since it was an evening game, we began tailgating at about 11am while watching the very sad Florida game (Go Gators!). We were walking everywhere, so I enjoyed some spiked blueberry lemonades. They were very refreshing in the sticky, humid Texas heat. It started raining as we went into the game, but it was a light rain and was a little refreshing. I could feel fall in the air, a cool breeze not too far off. I will soon experience my first autumn in Texas! I had a really great time in College Station, ending it with some delicious chicken fried chicken, and can’t wait to go back to cheer on the Aggies again!