Duck Lips

Ladies,

I'm about to share some valuable information with you. It's the kind of thing you should share with your friends because they could benefit from it as well.

Duck lips. Not the actual bill(beak) of a duck but the face that everybody loves to hate. For the few of you that have been living under a rock (errr bolder - even the rock people would have to know about this) duck lips are created by making your mouth look like it's doing a sort of pout/kiss face. Typically it is used while snapping photos of oneself or in a group photo with friends but a few women seem to have master the art of 24/7 duck lips (or maybe that's just what implants look like??) Either way the face that everybody loves to hate has become a photo standard for facebook/twitter/dating website profile pictures everywhere. And it's time to find out why.

I'm not sure who was the mastermind behind the lips but they did not do anyone a favor in creating the look. I'm told that forcing your lips into this unnatural position makes it seem like you have sexy, big pouty lips. But let's be real here for just a minute. There is nothing sexy about attempting to imitate a duck. In the end it just looks awkward/uncomfortable and well, ridiculous.


If sexy/big pouty lips are what you're going for buy yourself a lip plumping gloss. Or learn how to apply lipstick/stain/gloss in a way that accentuates your lips. Just avoid the duck lips and people everywhere will thank you.

Public Service Announcement

To my fellow public transit users:

It has recently come to my attention that a few of you may not think that deodorant is an essential step in the getting ready routine. I am writing today to remind you that it most certainly is. There is nothing worse than ending your long shift at work with a bus ride to the commuter lot. While the bus ride itself isn't terrible, the up close and personal situations it creates make for a rather interesting 10-20 minutes of your life. Nothing says let's be friends quite like finding your body smashed up against someone else's while you both hang on for dear life. Take today for an example, full bus (not an open seat in sight and the aisle was already crowded) by some miracle I managed to find a spot near the front where I was able to hang onto a low bar (no arms up bus riding for this girl). As I grabbed the hand rail and positioned my bags I felt someone bump into me. I turned my head only to come face to face with an armpit. Sadly the person standing smack dab next to me had opted to hang onto the overhead bar and as the bus took off I found myself standing there with an armpit in my face and a cloud of body odor stench killing the air quality all around me. Longest bus ride to date.


So the next time you're getting ready for your work/school day. Pause and take a moment to make sure you are indeed wearing your deodorant. If not for me do it for your fellow commuter because it's the right thing to do.

my thoughts on work clothes

The day I found out I got to wear scrubs at work was one of the best days ever. (Probably because it was my second day and I still was in the honeymoon phase of enjoying what I do) When I had my interview one of the supervisors told me it was business casual/ khaki's and a polo. (Which are fine I guess. But when you're not the type to stock polo shirts and khaki pants in your closet it's a major disappointment.) So being told that I was actually allowed to wear scrubs for work was like a blessing. And what's not to love? Relatively cheap, no restrictions on the colors and it's like getting to wear your pajama's to work everyday because they are comfortable (the pants anyways). And if you're not sold yet it requires little thought in getting ready in the morning. I can now focus my attention on iimportant things like my hair and making the perfect cup of coffee. No longer do I find 3 different sets of clothes crumpled on my bedroom floor (it's hard to choose clothes to wear when you're not digging the khaki's and polo's.) Instead I simply walk into my gigantic closet and grab a set of scrubs and I'm out the door. Most days the color of my pants is not important or at least that's what I've been telling myself...

The scrubs selection in my closet slightly resembles that of a collection of Easter Eggs. Not a problem. They are comfortable, colorful, cheerful and they also happen to be very shear. Turns out that this whole time my biggest decision/concern when getting ready should have been what's going underneath said scrub pants. Hospital lighting creates for a rather show and tell situation. So when you quickly get dressed in the morning and throw on scrub pants without thinking you might be surprised when you get to work and discover your neon polka dots (most unfortunate rainy day discovery) or your glittery VS Pink Underwear with large letters on the butt are on display for the world to see.