It's been 16 days since I applied my Jamberry Nail sample. Last night, I couldn't resist the urge to pick them off. The corners were coming up, but otherwise they still looked fine. I contemplated turning the blow dryer on them and trying to reapply to see if they would last longer. But, I was lazy.
I think 16 days is pretty dang good.
I certainly am convinced it's a good product.
You can buy Jamberry Nails from consultant Tessa MIller, or have a party and invite me.
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Today is day seven of my seven day Jamberry Nail challenge. Here's how they look:
The vinyl nail certainly has outlasted the polish. Notice, it is coming up a bit on the side. Probably more than is natural, in that I can't stop picking at it. Despite my picking though, the nail is still on. I haven't been able to pick it off.
Did I mention that I'm extremely rough on my hands? So far, I'm pretty impressed that this product has been able to keep up with someone like me.
I'm extending this challenge to see just how long the Jamberry Nail will last. I heard three weeks. Stay tuned.
Original post April 15, 2014
I'm taking the 7-day Jamberry Nails challenge this week.
Jamberry Nails is a direct sales company, similiar to Pampered Chef or Tupperware, that sells vinyl nail wraps. I was introduced to them by a friend and new consultant, Tessa Miller, who gave me a sample to try. The challenge is to wear the vinyl wrap, paint your other nails with polish, then see which lasts longer. The Jamberry nail is supposed to last up to three weeks, longer for pedicures.
That idea of course appeals to me. I don't always have time to paint my nails. Or maybe I don't even want to make the time. My hands are constantly in soapy water and garden dirt. So, as I told Tessa, this product is going to have to be pretty good to keep up with my kind of wear-n-tear.
I'll let you know how they hold up. In the meantime, check out the Jamberry website and tell me what you think.0 comments
Soren has been doing his school's invitational track meet the past couple of days. He signed himself up to run in the 1 mile open race Thursday morning.
We had to be there at 7:30 a.m. As we got closer to the stadium, his excitement began to build while I was furiously slugging down huge gulps of coffee and trying not to run red lights.
He starts explaining to me that he can't catch the fastest boy in his class. And, there's a 1st grader who can beat him. AND, this race was going to be scary because it was for all-ages up to the 8th grade.
Then, he starts pounding on his calves and stretching his back.
I formed my words very, very carefully because I didn't want to ruin the moment. "So, if you might not win, which you just might .... why did you want to do it?"
He didn't seem to care that I asked the question.
"I just didn't want anybody to think I was a wimp."
Ok then. I went into the track knowing that winning was clearly not his goal. It was more of a point he wanted to prove to himself and everybody else.
I totally get that.
So, he positioned himself in the crowd of boys, very large ones, and he was clearly the smallest one. (Only two 2nd graders raced, him, and the boy he can't beat.)
The gun went off and he ran.
Middle of pack.
By the first lap he was dead last.
But, keeping up with the tail end of the race pretty well.
He gave me a thumbs up on lap one.
He ran lap two, still keeping up okay. An 8th grade gazelle lapped him.
Lap three and his face was bright red. He was dragging his feet, and it looked like he just might pass the kid in front of him.
He tried hard but just couldn't catch him.
On the final lap he was clearly in last place. I screamed my head off though hoping I'd push him to the finish line with my weird mommy screaming. The really nice parents around me joined in.
Suddenly, he gave a HUGE final burst of energy and ran as fast as he could threw the finish line. Then he stepped to the side , coughing and spitting.
And I wiped the tears from my eyes. He didn't win the race but he ran it like a champ.
And I learned that people run for different reasons. Maybe to prove something. Maybe because they just enjoy it. Maybe they need T-shirts. Or maybe they need to win.
But mostly people run to feel good about themselves — first or last or in the middle.
I could not be prouder of the fact that Soren already gets that.2 comments
“Oh my God, are you filing your nails?”
The stylish guy behind the counter at BC Surf & Sport looked up from his casual slouch. “First I bit them, now I’m smoothing them down.”
Not missing a beat, my teenage daughter continued. “So, is that, like, your personal nail file or do you all share it?” Two other young male employees, looking just as hip as the first, had sauntered over to join the conversation with this outgoing, plenty-hip-herself potential customer.
“Oh, no, it’s the shop file. We have to fight over who gets to use it.” All three of the guys chuckled.
“I hear ya,” said my daughter. “The struggle is real.”
The struggle is real? What an odd thing to say. Perhaps it was a trendy phrase among the young and cool, something I hadn’t yet heard my daughters use around the house.
The thing is, the struggle is real.
My teenager has had a rough couple of weeks. She’s a senior and will graduate in May. That is, if she can muster the will to get out of bed in the morning; if she can trick herself into believing that it’s worth it to go to class, to finish her assignments, complete the required service learning hours and supplementary reflection paper, to graduate because she has a future that’s worth living; if she can dispel the anxiety that obliterates her days when she’s forced to think about what’s coming next–a summer job, leaving for college, a lifetime of expectations to be capable, competent, optimistic, and excited about life.
For her, the struggle is real.
I try to understand. I try to hide my dismay and disappointment when I find her hunkered down in bed when she should have been up an hour ago for school, when I get yet another automated call from the school reporting her random absences, when she says she’ll take care of timely business later because she just can’t deal with things right now. I try to suppress my natural parenting instinct of taking away privileges or at least letting natural consequences play out – as would be effective with most teenagers – for some of the things she does and doesn’t do.
But what good is it to take away her car, her means of getting to school? Sure, she could ride the bus, and that would be the perfect consequence for most teens who have trouble getting to school on time when driving themselves, but for her, having to ride the bus, as a senior, would be another good reason to stay in bed. And the joy of driving, of being independent, is probably the main thing that’s getting her to leave the house these days. Grounding doesn’t make sense when what I really want to see happening is her going out more and interacting with the world and spending time with friends. And should I cut back on her already minimal weekly spending money when doing so might result in her being more anxious, less hopeful?
The struggle is real.
Luckily, my daughter makes fairly good choices within the confines of her disorder. Her depression has not resulted in any run-ins with the law. She is not failing her classes. Like she says, she’s got healthy ways of coping, her music, drawing, art. She always finds the time and plenty of humor and love for her sister. She is open about her depression and willing to explain what she’s going through for those of us who don’t get it, who can’t possibly imagine not embracing each new day and what the future has to offer. These past few weeks, as she’s mourned her childhood and confronts her future, she’s felt more anxious and out of control than ever.
I’m always fighting myself.
I don’t feel like I’m on my own team.
I have my coping mechanisms in place – playing guitar, drawing, writing, walking – and I have plenty of time to do those things now, but what about when I go to college? I’ll be so much busier. How will I find the time to calm myself down? I’m already freaking out about it.
I know I miss some classes, but you have to understand that, for me, going to most of them is a huge accomplishment being that I can barely get out of bed.
Every time I’m happy, I feel like I’m just faking it. I know who I really am, that the bad feelings are going to come back.
I feel like you deserve a better daughter. You should have a smart daughter, someone who gets really good grades.
I’m so afraid this is hereditary and I’m going to give it to my kids. I don’t want them to suffer. I’m keeping a journal so that when they become teens I can look back on my writing and hopefully remember and be able to help them get through it.
I listen. I see her tears. I feel the bubble wrap in which she’s encased herself, that protective layer that keeps her safe, but simultaneously keeps me from her. I’ve helped her get a diagnosis, medication, counseling. And yet I cannot give her what it is I truly want to – optimism.
She’s going to have to discover that on her own. And find a way to let optimism rule.
And I cannot give myself the one thing that would help me to understand her better, that would allow me to more thoroughly accept and support her. I cannot give myself depression. And for this, I sometimes feel guilty.
The struggle is real.
For both of us, and for so many more out there, it’s real.3 comments
As I was lugging my school bag through the door after class on Thursday, Margaret was reading on the couch surrounded by the detrius of her after-school snack. She dryly stated that we needed to go the Art Center.
I was taken aback. Mar likes art well enough, but she's never asked to just go to the Art Center before. I asked what was at the Art Center and she broke out in a huge grin and said, "One of my paintings."
Her middle school's art teacher submitted one of her paintings to the Annual Altrusa Art Fair. I had the same reaction to pretty much every one of my daughter's accomplishments, I wanted to just weep with joy.
Friday after school, we took her and two of her friends to see the exhibition of middle- and high-school art work. Can I just say: What a bunch of good art! I was truly impressed. The art faculty in the Grand Valley are really doing a great job of getting the students engaged and creating significant works of art. It made this art historian mama very happy.
My favorite, of course, was Margaret's painting:
She was disappointed that it was mislabeled "Flying Cow" while she insisted that the real title was "Demon Cow." Of course, my kid would paint a demon cow. It all goes perfectly with the misfit persona she has created for herself.
Beyond the title, she did such a good job of representing the cow rising up through the air and twisting back toward the viewer. The wings are rendered nicely in relation to the position of the cow's body. Plus, the colors are so bright and in your face. Great stuff right there.
Because her goal is to never be normal, getting her to stand with a somewhat neutral look on her face was quite a chore. Take a look (she gets that from her dad):
At least no one can say she's boring.
Even though middle school has been a struggle for Mar (and me and probably most people who were forced to go to middle school or junior high or whatever it was called), she's having an amazing year. I hope when she looks back on this time that she remembers her many, wonderful successes which she earned through her own hard work.1 comments
You've got to watch this video:
In this video I saw my daughter, my other daughter, and every young girl I've taught over the past 20-some years. The faces, the expressions, her countenance - it's universal.
I was so moved it brought me to years and I had to write this:
Her Countenance Alone
It doesn’t matter who she is
Nor father that created this beautiful piece of art
What she’s saying
In all those seconds
Over all that time
What I study instead
Is her countenance alone
Living, expressing, growing, changing
As the baby girl
Expressing without words
No words to express
How she is every girl
Every baby grown up
All the same
She is my daughter
My first daughter
She is every girl
I’ve taught over the years
At some point talking
Without me hearing
Her countenance alone
Entitling me to see, just see
Of every girl
All the same.0 comments
We've rediscovered the library recently. We used to go all the time, but then the boys kind of outgrew the puppet shows, they weren't ready to read on their own, it closed for months and months, and our patronage gradually lapsed.
But, now all those things are all cured up and the Ashcraft family, all of five of us, have stepped back within the shelves. It's a land of new discovery for Soren and Jonas who can now read well and read voraciously. It makes me so happy.
I let them choose whatever they want. Books about LEGOS, Minecraft, choose-your-own adventure, and fun-facts are their very favorite. I don't even limit them to choose from the kids section. Last weekend Jonas brought home a book about the Colorado gold rush from the historical section because he liked the pictures. Fine by me.
Books their friends are reading are popular choices which include "Captain Underpants" by Dav Pilkey. Jonas just finished reading "Attack of the Talking Toilets." Just the title alone enthralled my kindergartener. Talking toilets — the wha?
This series is one of the most reviled by parents these days I guess according to an article today in the Associated Press. Parents complain about the potty humor and other offensive antics of the two main characters that write their own comic book and get into general mischief at home and school.
Okay, I get that. But consider this — your kid chose a book called "Captain Underpants — Attack of the Talking Toilets." What did you think it was going to be about? I read a few chapters out loud with Jonas. The potty-talk isn't too bad and it makes him laugh. He's a boy. I know he's smart enough to know that what is read in a book isn't necessarily appropriate in real life. That's the joy in reading ... letting the 'what-if' and imagination run wild. Books wouldn't be nearly as interesting if they were all about good kids planting flowers and doing good deeds. Aww, isn't it sweet — but boring. Toilets attacking people — well, it's funny when you're six.
The thing that bothered me about the book wasn't even mentioned by the complaining parents in the article. My complaint is there are lots of mispelled words in the comic book sections. I get that the premise is that it's being written by kids, but misspelled words are a much greater concern to me than somebody saying poopy. How about that Dav Pilkey? Can you at least make them good spellers? That'd be great. Thanks.3 comments
Me to my husband, Bill: I don't expect you stay home with me when I'm sick ... but I sure do appreciate it.
Bill: There's no one I'd rather spend my time with.
I hope one day to deserve his genuine devotion.
In the meantime, I hope he knows how much his time and company mean to me.2 comments
Of course, a 5k can't be a perfect three miles; that’d make too much sense. A 5k is 3.1 miles long. But it’s that final .1 that’s so much fun. That final .1 when the finish line is in sight.
This weekend I labored through the last stages of my 5k. I’ve been steadily planning the Lincoln OM ROARing to Run 5k—a joint effort between Lincoln Orchard Mesa Elementary School and the Mesa Monument Striders running club—for the past four months. The event is happening next weekend, April 19, and I’ve only got a few days now to get all of the remaining details in place.
Just a short distance until I reach that final .1 of this run I’ve been running.
I want to say first of all that though this project has been like an extra half-time job for me, I have had a great time with it. The learning curve has been challenging and I’ve enjoyed thinking about how to make this race the best it can be.
Here are the highlights:
• a flat straightforward course starting and ending at the school
• low registration fees – just $5 for kids
• 30+ volunteers, with many of them on the course to help cheer on the runners and keep children safe
• post-race snacks
• raffle tickets for a kid’s mountain bike
• lots and lots of door prizes
• popcorn for sale
• the school’s bathrooms and drinking fountains handy
• music rocking the race scene
• covered areas in case of inclement weather
• finisher awards for all kids
• age group prizes
• the National Anthem
I’ve completed most of this race, meaning that I’ve put forth most of the mental and physical energy necessary for this race to happen. I’ve learned how to time races, ran several possible routes, secured insurance, checked into permits, created a website, designed a race t-shirt, set registration fees and age groups, selected awards, accepted and stockpiled donated door prizes, planned race day snacks and registration goodie bags, created and distributed flyers, organized a running club at the school to get the students fired up about and trained for the race, lined up volunteers, held committee meetings, and rounded up sponsors.
Thank you to the race committee that helped all of the above come to fruition.
This weekend I spent nearly 12 hours in my classroom (which doubles as my 5k planning and storage area) making signs, preparing the results boards, stuffing race bags, and sending emails to all the volunteers with their assignments and instructions.
I think I’ve got enough accomplished and feel ready enough to go with this event to say that the first three miles are done.
And now I’ve got just that final .1 to go. The super fun part, when I know that all of my hard work is going to pay off. The finish line is in site, right before my eyes. I’ll be crossing it next Saturday as the event starts, happens, and concludes.
I’m excited. I truly believe it’s going to be a fun time for all – runners and volunteers alike. And what an awesome way to build school-community relations and pride.
A shout-out to all the businesses that are supporting this race in various ways: Bicycle Outfitters, Mesa Monument Striders, Fiesta Guadalajara, Reddy Ice, Domino’s Pizza, Fairground Liquor and Wine, Meadowgold Dairy, Chipotle, Octopus Coffee, Supercuts, Smiles in There Photography, Randy’s Diner, A&R Enterprise, and Silo Adventure Center.
Looking for something to do next Saturday? Something healthy and fun and that supports a local school? Look no further than the ROARing to Run 5k!
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