My 2014 Makeup Favorites

Xtina Vida makeup

With 2015 already underway, I think it’s only fitting to dedicate my 1st post to my makeup favorites for 2014. These beauties have made their way into my cosmetic rotation & are worth having in your beauty arsenal.


1. Hourglass Ambient Lighting Blush Palette $58
A limited-edition blush palette with three shades of Ambient Lighting Blush for seamless, soft-focus, and multidimensional color.
I warn you now, I’m a huge fan of Hourglass cosmetics, but I’ll save that rant for another post. This blush palette is a fair-skinned girls dream. It contains a trio of blushes, two are part of their permanent collection, & one exclusive color. Luminous Flush is a soft pink-coral, Incandescent Electra (exclusive)is a cool peach, & Mood Exposure is a soft plum color. Each blush is mixed with one of the ambient lighting powders from Hourglass, creating a color that offers not only a nice pigment payoff, but a…

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What’s Your Sign?

I’m not the kind of person who places much stock in a person’s birth sign. I’m a firm believer that we are a delightful mixture of innate characteristics and life experiences. However, I can’t argue with what my zodiac sign says about me and people who share this sign. As my birthday falls between August 23rd and September 22nd, that makes me a Virgo, the only sign that is represented by a female. Figures.

According to “Ganesha”, “Quiet undemonstrative and introvert, the Virgo are the waters that run deep. Wise, witty and well spoken, the Virgo have a good understanding of human nature and can effectively help people solve their problems.” Agreed. I am indeed exactly as this description suggests. However, it helps that I have a Bachelor’s of Science in Psychology, I’m just saying.

Some of my positive traits are that I’m practical, meticulous, analytical, intelligent, reliable and modest. Again, I can’t argue with that, except the modesty. I’m modest in my dress and appearance. I am not modest about my accomplishments. No, I don’t brag or toot my own horn but if I’m good at something, you’ll know it. I’m a wonderful person, I work hard to be so and I’m not backward or reticent in letting folk know this. But, I will allow for not being everyone’s cup of tea. I’m good wit that.

Now for some of my negative traits:  I’m over-critical, fussy, fastidious, harsh, conservative and judgemental. Yeah, I can’t argue with any of this either. I am exacting in my standards. I fuss about seemingly inconsequential minuetae. I can be fastidious in my environments; especially if I have to share it with people, and I’m harsher than bleach on colors. No seriously, if you transgress with me I will rain fire upon you of biblical proportions. And judgemental? Pfft! I’m garbed metaphorically in justicar robes. The thing is, I turn all of these negative traits on myself.  No one will ever be as hard on me as I am on myself. For every harsh judgement or criticism I’ve doled out to someone else; I’ve beaten myself up about it ten times worse. I’m constantly on myself to be better. To strive harder. I won’t ask anything of anyone that I’m not willing to give of myself and if I finally allow you into my inner sanctum and you eff it up? Sucks to be you. I won’t forget it or forgive it and I will napalm that bridge as though there were a Zombie horde on the other side. But if I’m the one to betray my standards and yours? I’ll flay my soul bare and pour salt upon it hourly and even if you forgive me, I will never forgive myself. Never. I don’t love or trust easy but when I do, it’s depth is staggering and damn near unshakeable.

In short, I’m a well-rounded and intelligent woman with OCD and trust issues; or I’m humanity’s accountant. Whatever works.

The Dirty 30

Here are 30 interesting things about yours truly….

  1. I always rather be reading.
  2. I was a camp counselor for a summer.
  3. I’m an international dater.
  4. I tone down my looks.
  5. I prefer my glasses to contacts.
  6. I love to dance.
  7. I can bellydance.
  8. I know how to use zils (finger cymbals).
  9. I know how to weave on a hand loom.
  10. I crochet and do cross stitch.
  11. I’m a book and craft hoarder.
  12. I want to learn how to garden.
  13. I have a minor in Religion and Philosophy.
  14. I’m shy about speaking Spanish in front of native speakers.
  15. I despise liars.
  16. I have serious trust issues.
  17. I’m happy to sit at home all day long just reading and drinking coffee.
  18. I’m almost always expecting the worse and I make contingency plans for it.
  19. I didn’t really apply myself to my education until college.
  20. I’ve never wanted more than one child.
  21. I don’t believe in sugarcoating the truth for children.
  22. I hate when people make assumptions about me based on my ethnicity, gender, and sexual orientation.
  23. I’m a private person but there isn’t too much that I won’t talk about.
  24. I’m an introvert who fakes being an extrovert really well.
  25. I can’t stand obstreperous people and willful ignorance.
  26. I hate sharing. Hate, hate, hate it.
  27. I won’t be told how to live.
  28. I don’t forgive, or forget.
  29. I’d rather walk away from a confrontation but if I have to engage in one; I’m in it to win it.
  30. I’m intensely loyal and my word is my bond.

I don’t know how interesting you’ll find this but I wish you joy of it.

“….And I liked it”

Day 1 of the blog challenge is to be about my current relationship. Well, as Katy Perry aptly sang “I kissed a girl.” That kiss was 17 years ago and we’re still kissing each other. Yes, I’m a woman involved with a woman but no, I’m not gay (and cue the head cocking and eyebrow raising).

As I understand it, the term gay or homosexuality means an individual is attracted to their same gender. I’m not exclusively attracted to my same gender. What I am is exclusively with another woman. That’s it. Is it a way to side-step the “stigma” of being gay? Nope, the only thing I’ve ever side-stepped was a pile of shit in the street, and questions about my political affiliation (that way lay madness). I love whom I love and I’m not too particular about what package it comes wrapped in.

Now that that’s out of the way, I’d like to tell you that this has been a relationship that’s come as easy to me as breathing. It probably helps that we were good friends for several years before anything romantic jumped off. In fact, she was a witness to my first marriage. And no, this relationship didn’t torpedo the previous one. However, I will say that the ending of my marriage and the way it gutted me left me parred down to the bare basics. I had no defenses. I was stripped bare to the very essence of who I was. All I knew was that I was a person with this huge gift of love and loyalty to give. I needed someone worthy of that gift who would know the value of it and would in turn give back that same gift to me. Honor, respect, loyalty and love were what I had and what I asked. I prayed for that so hard, and there she was.

Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t a cakewalk. We had both been so damaged by prior relationships and we were risking ourselves and the very friendship that kept us going through the tough times. But because of that strong friendship, a lot of the things that couples new to each other have to plow through weren’t an issue for us. It kind of felt like participating in insider trading. We each knew that the other was a sure thing as far as mate material goes. There were surprises but none of them unpleasant. The hardest part was actually learning how to date. We were so used to just spending time together just hanging out that it was real work for us to actually make formalized plans of a romantic nature. We still have to work at that but at the end of the day there’s nowhere else I’d rather be and no one else I’d rather be with.

True Irony

  1. Irony is a figure of speech in which words are used in such a way that their intended meaning is different from the actual meaning of the words. It may also be a situation that may end up in quite a different way than what is generally anticipated.
    Today I had one of my little moments. I’m 42 years old, I’m allowed my little moments. Not only am I allowed these small moments, it’s almost mandatory that I do so and share it them with the world. So tag, you’re it.
    This Monday morning I rolled out of bed and for once, I know exactly what I was going to wear. Was it ironed? Hell no, but it didn’t have any wrinkles so on it went. If you must know (and you must) I had on black trousers and a cute black crocheted top with a red camisole underneath.  I pull into the parking lot at work, get out of the car and start that hike from the parking lot to the front doors of the building. It’s quite nice actually. I look at the flora and fauna, get my heartrate up a little, and try to avoid stepping on an ant hill. It’s peaceful. Yes, well generally it’s peaceful,this morning, not so much.
    Ten paces into my trek, my undies start to take a journey all on their own. First, the left leg of the bikini brief starts to inch it’s way up over my left cheek. I, of course, do what every woman does and no man ever seems to; I widen my stance and do a little sidestep with a wiggle. In my head I’ve already prepared the explanation should I be spotted, “I was trying to keep from stepping on an ant. They’re such industrious creatures, we need more of that.” The briefs, seem to co-operate and slide back to an acceptable position. Three steps later the left leg starts its slow crawl up and over the left cheek. I again do the widen-sidestep-wiggle. This time Taylor Swift’s Shake it Off is going through my head.  Naturally, I give a little shake (that tune is catchy as hell). The briefs slide back into to place. The rest of the walk into the building is uneventful.
    Fast forward to 10 in the morning and I get up to procure a tasty little snack. Guess what happens? You guessed it, the underwear staged a coup d’etat! Both sides decided they just had to boldly go where no man has gone before and meet in the middle. On their way to unity they managed to snag the one hair I have on my tuckus. (I double dog dare you to contradict that number. You don’t know my life!) It was so unexpected that without thinking about it, I just reached around and put the kibosh on that damn reunion quick, fast, and in a hurry. What I didn’t take into account was the young man standing within line of sight. Before I could say anything he said “I saw nothing.” I smiled and nodded and walked back across the room and out sight. The irony here? I’m opposed to wearing thongs because underwear doesn’t belong in your nooks and crannies. However, despite my feelings on the matter I somehow managed to end up with underwear that aspired to be thongs.

Will YOU accept this challenge??!!

I’m going to do my best.


Hola Peeps,

As some of you know, I’ve been in a little bit of a funk lately. A writing one, especially. So I decided I would try to do this thing called the 30 Day Blog Challenge. Yes, it’s just like the IG Photo a Day Challenge, but with words! For those of you who have a blog, and would like to do it, great. For those of you who are Blogging Virgins, perhaps you can use this as a fun way to start your creative engines, also great. Here is the list:

Day 01: Your current relationship, if single discuss how single life is going.

Day 02: Where you’d like to be in 10 Years.

Day 03: Your views on drugs & alcohol.

Day 04: Your views on religion.

Day 05: A time you thought about ending your own life.

Day 06: Write 30 interesting facts about yourself.


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No, I don’t want to dance with somebody…

I wonder how many women aren’t comfortable taking this kind of approach?


Hey Kids, I know it’s been a while since I last wrote, mostly because I’m busy writing ridiculous statuses on the Book of Face, but last nights Creep Encounter was too much to write down in a simple status. More so, what I felt about last night’s Creep Encounter was too much to put in a status. 

Like most women, when I go out with my friends and we’re at the bar, we’re focused on having a good time. The drinks are flowing, the music is bumping, and if you hang out with my crew, the singing is LOUD. We will sing every part of a song we know, and go hard at that one part we REALLY know. It’s all to the good. However, we also have to deal with unwarranted and unwanted attention. Most of us don’t go out to attract men, we go out because we like…

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