New RFID Blocking Credit Card Protector Small Unisex Leather Case Holder [product review]

I’ve done a few Amazon Reviews on the side. There are several Facebook groups that have some really good offers, just be careful when getting involved because most sellers are from China. Receiving products on time if at all can sometimes be a problem.

I received the RFID Blocking Credit Card Protector Small Unisex Leather Case Holder to review. I had been tossing my store cards in a small makeup bag. I thought it would be a great time to organize myself before school starts and I return to work.

RFID Blocking Credit Card Protector Small Unisex Leather Case Holder with 24 Plastic Card Slots

It arrived on time, in a white plastic mail bag and the wallet was inside a clear sealed bag. When I looked at it and both my husband & son were there, we all just kind of stared at it. Why? Because it looked like something you buy at the dollar store.

I’m not going to pad my reviews just because a seller or company gave me their product free to review. I can’t. I won’t. If the product is a good one then I will write that, but if it’s not I will also write that too.

Continuing with this card holder wallet. I told my son that it was advertised as a RFID blocking wallet. He asked where is the magnet. How can you tell if it is truly an RFID blocking wallet. I said I have no idea. I opened up the card holder and looked at it carefully. I found no sign that it will block anyone from getting my information.

My son said “It looks like something you buy a teenager girl for a gift.” Even my husband looked at it and asked “how much was this?” I replied “$7.55” We are all standing there with a blank look on our faces. No. No way. Just go to the Dollar Store or the local thrift store!

The seller did contact me to say thank you for reviewing this. I felt bad that I goofed on giving the wrong feedback. The seller was fine, nothing wrong with that. What I am concerned with is that it was advertised as RFID blocking. Why not offer something that states or explains that. The main reason I purchased this item was for that fact. To me this is what it is a card holder. Nothing more nothing less.

 

 

 

 

[Disclaimer: I received the product complimentary or at a discounted price for reviewing purposes. The blog post may contain affiliate links]

 

Allure, Ipsy and something extra

My July’s beauty boxes arrived.

First my Allure Beauty Box came in the mail. I like this box. My favorites are the Redken Sea Salt spray for my hair. Love the way it smells. Doesn’t fell sticky or tacky.allure beauty box, review blogger, subcription boxes, latina blogger

I also like the Cargo Water Resistant blush. Great color.

Next is the Burt’s Bee Facial Oil. Made my face feel smooth and hydrated. I love that because after washing my face it usually feels dry.

Lipstick! I always love lipstick. Wander Beauty “Barely There.” 

The other items were a Bamboo Charcoal sheet mask by Feel. Some Beauty for Real Lip Scrub. There was some Briogeo Rosarco blow dry perfection & heat protectant crème.

 


 

 

ipsy beauty box, review blogger, subcription boxes, latina bloggerMy Ipsy Glam bag  arrived. I’m pretty sure come September or October I’m going to switch to Birch box. I haven’t been thrilled with Ipsy in the past few months. This bag is the cute little Japanese egg mascot – Gudetama makeup bag.

The Tarte Park Avenue Princess bronzeur is perfect. Trifle Cosmetics Raspberry Ripple blush is really good too. I didn’t like the Jersey Shore Cosmetics lip conditioner it smelled bad and smelled awful. The Ciate London eyeliner is really cool. Another makeup brush from Beau Gachis.


Has a special Thank You for being a member of the Allure Subscription Beaut Box club.

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Stress Relief Balls Toys [Product Review]

I was asked to review these Stress Relief Balls.
I noticed there are a lot of fidget spinners and companies that are trying to jump on the band wagon of the attention keepers. Objects that would aid a person in focusing, an object to keep in their hands to occupy their mind.
Right. Not happening with these balls.

Stress Relief Balls Toys, product review, sassycat3000, latina blogger
I didn’t find any instruction or information booklet in the package. So I wasn’t aware that there were different levels of firmness to each ball. There was no information explaining which color was the easiest to squeeze and the hardest to squeeze. I had to figure that out by squeezing them all.

The description on Amazon states that I could squish or smoosh these balls. But I couldn’t do either of that. I can’t see using these balls as a fidget type toy for children. I can only see these balls to be used as hand strengtheners, muscle builders. Objects that might be used during physical therapy for the hands, wrists and forearms.

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Thanks to Mr. Sam for helping me with this review.

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His Darkness affects My Darkness

I don’t remember how long it took me to finally trust or to feel secure with my Beloved. It’s going on 20 years of insanity between us. Looking back I don’t think we had a lot of problems but outsiders looking in have told me that they thought we were getting divorced because of all the bickering.

Now that Mr. Sam has been in my life I can see where & how my insecurities crop up. For those of us who suffer from Borderline, having someone else who also has a mental illness only causes more issues that need to be addressed.

Caring for them both for them deeply, I don’t ever want to lose either one of them. However, at times one of them shuts down on me. I feel left out. I have no idea whats going on in that head of his. Sadly that the sociopath in me doesn’t care, but that’s with anyone. I’m not a person to ask lots of questions, unless I’m looking for something. I probably should ask questions because someone who suffers from chronic depression can easily slip down that slope into total darkness to be lost in their madness.

I always have to “emotionally vomit” on one of the important men in my life. Emotionally vomiting (my term that I always use) is when I have to get everything out of my being so that I don’t erupt on the wrong person or do or say something, anything that I will regret. So one day my Beloved asked me “Wait. Wait. Are you mad at me? Did I do or say anything to upset you? Is this directed at me?”

I laughed and said NO silly. I just need to vent so that I don’t explode. He breathed a huge sigh of relief. I continued. It’s what I do now. I vent on one of the two men, who ever is available at the time. Now if neither one is available then there is a problem because I get frustrated, impatient and restless. Those feelings then push me to do impulsive things, things I wouldn’t normally do, well maybe. Things that try to fill the emotional void. Sometimes I think I do things to make me feel, something, anything.

Emotions … acting without the benefit of intellect.

I know can see that communication is key in any relationship. But if one has a mental illness and shuts down then what? Do I get in their face and demand for them to talk? I won’t. I can’t. When it comes to Mr. Sam I am still walking on shaky ground. What bothers me the most is his inability to just tell me what he needs, if its space, time or a shoulder. Then again when someone is falling into their darkness how can they reach out? I know that he is not leaving me (yet) and I am not leaving him. I do enjoy his friendship, his tenderness and ability to see me for who I truly am.

The best thing for me is to keep my hands busy because when the mind has nothing to focus on then that’s when I get into trouble. I have tons of things to do. Things that I have neglected for months. But first things first, get some photos done and then finish up all those reviews I have.

After I published this post, one of the last songs Charlie had played for me came on my playlist. I floated away to that moment that our relationship was falling apart, but the lyrics to this song can now apply to Mr. Sam. I don’t ever want to lose him but yet a part of me knows nothing last forever. I will do what I do best when we get like this. If you wanna know the song you can find out by clicking this youtube link.

Jager Night

Friday night is my night to spend out at the bar drinking & socializing. Hanging out with Mr. Sam and the old crew. On this specific night I went out without telling Mr. Sam and was talking with my very friend. I felt guilty for not telling him, but a part of me felt like I was too close that I was getting dependent on him for my emotional needs.

And when I do that I tend to get burned, my involvement with my former PIC the notorious Charlie, has left me defensive and suspicious of any behaviors. I just felt that if i let my guard down with Mr Sam that nothing good can or would come from that. I know that I am living in a fantasy world, waiting for the castle that I built in the sky to crumble down to earth. I wanted to feel that independent feeling again, attached to no one. Yet even with my closest friends I felt alone. The more I drank, the more intense that feeling got. I still longed for Mr Sam to be there with me, yet I knew in the back of my mind my security blanket has always been my Beloved.alcohol

There are some behaviors that I have noticed with Mr Sam that reminds me of Charlie and my fear is that soon, in the near future we will become toxic for each other. Mr Sam is an alcoholic and so was Charlie. I still haven’t figured out why I need to have a drunk somewhere in the background of my life. Mr Sam understands me better than my Beloved does, which is a wonderful feeling. Trying to explain my issues, illness and other things to my Beloved can be exhausting, but Mr Sam always gets me.

When I arrived at my regular dive bar I text Mr Sam for him to come down to see me. I had drunk a lot by then, and had started drinking a lot of water. I wanted to have fun, experience that feeling I felt when Mr Sam & I first met. I didn’t want to get too drunk that I would be hung over in the morning but I wanted to hit my plateau as Mr Sam calls it. When I wasn’t looking Mr Sam order me a shot of jager. Jager can make me go either direction just depends on my mood. I can be easily angered by other buzzed people. The shot of jager got me to that plateau where I enjoyed a comfortable buzz until the bar closed.

It’s Times like this that I don’t miss the Bar Drama

The bar scene is never a boring one for me. Sure there are times it can be but for the most part I can get a good rush from fucking with people there.
I hadn’t been to my dive bar in a while because I had told everyone that I was on lock down due to the mother in law is visiting for the summer. This is my excuse for staying out of the bar for the summer, because I hate drinking when it’s hot outside.
A week ago I stopped in for an hour and one of my drinking girlfriends told me that another regular had told the other regulars that I was getting a divorced and that I was getting together with Mr Sam.

Not true, but a rumor made up by a chick (who said she’s my friend) who wants to tarnish my reputation with Charlie’s crew so that she can be my replacement. Don’t misunderstand, I’m NOT a party favor like she is. I’m one of the guys so to speak. She wants the connections that I have due to being Charlie’s (ex) girlfriend.
She’s going about it the wrong way. I didn’t fuck my way into Charlie’s crew. That’s what she’s been doing. She’s fucked 5 different members of the crew. Those dudes weren’t even allowed to speak to me let alone fuck me. I’m not saying she can’t fuck the dudes but trying to sleep your way to the top and tarnishing my rep is something else.

So she started spreading these rumors about me. And when I walked in to the bar last night she immediately started in with gossip. She focused mostly on Mr. Sam & my bestie playing a game of pool. She mentioned that Mr. Sam has put on weight as if a woman is cooking for him. She picked on my bestie because she repeated what had been said about Mr. Sam putting on weight.

She went on & on about how suspicious it looked that Mr. Sam was ignoring me but hanging with my bestie. Funny but Mr. Sam & I had hung out all day. Day drinking, picnic in the park and then back to see my bestie. But that venomous bitch has to have something to talk about and since I’m in the way of her climb I’m the focus.
I spoon fed her all kinds of crap. But because the alcohol started to hit me, I became unruly. The bartender had given me a free drink because he was eavesdropping on our conversation. Poor me, Mr. Sam dropped me for my bestie. Not true but I played it up. I started punching her in the leg. I was slamming my free shot glass on the countertop making noise. Charlie’s crew watched the show intently. The bartender took my glass away. I watched Mr. Sam and my bestie sit together away from me on the other side of the bar. Mr. Sam asks me for some money, I yell at him about asking me for money. People look at us. My bestie introduced me to a dude (another regular I’m familiar with but don’t know formerly). He says something and I call him a motherfucker. Feeling the alcohol really starting to affect me I become louder. My bestie says to the dude “she’s mean, I mean really mean and don’t get too close.” He replies “I know, I’ve seen her before and I know she’s mean.” I slam my hand on the bar “motherfucker you don’t know me.”

Mr. Sam tries to tell me he’s leaving but I yell at him. My bestie goes to sit with the other dude and tells me “Sam couldn’t deal with your shit.” Which I found funny, because we had already planned it. I finish up my drink and tell the backstabbing chick that I’m leaving. She walks me out to my car, asking if I’m ok to drive home. Insisting I allow her to drive me home, no thank you. I’m not going home, I’m going to Mr. Sam’s apartment.

Listen to those Inner Voices [365Project]

There is a local contest that started here in my area. NO. I’m not participating in the contest. They want a $30 entry fee and you can enter 4 photos and then $10 for every photo after that. I don’t have that kind of money. It’s my understanding that the photographer would eventually lose out on any royalties, etc. Besides, my photos aren’t that great. I’ve doubted my “eye.” I just don’t see things like I used to. There is a theme to the contest, to take photos of what we think is the best of our city.

In a slowly dying town, it may be difficult to take these photos. Might have to really get creative with locations, not to get confused with landmarks or historical sites.

I’ve taken photos of this spot several times before. It always speaks to me, so tranquil, peaceful and quiet. The sounds of water, the birds and the wind through the trees. There is a bench off to the side. I have sat there a few times to listen to my inner voice. Most of the time, I can’t hear a damn thing.

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An Open Letter [BFMH2017]

Sometimes I replay past events, situations over in my head.
Tonight I’m replaying Friday night and trying to figure out where it went wrong for me (& you).
I can’t see you tolerating a lot of this type of behavior from me in the future. I will say it again … that I do not like myself when I get like that. That the booze has caused me to say and do things I normally would push somewhere else.
But once again I let myself get to the point when I have no filter or no sensor to tell me to be quiet.
I’m sorry that I hurt you. I’m sorry that I treated you badly and that I kind of ruined that buzz we had going. Eventually you will grow wary of the continuous outbursts, disappointments and tantrums. Maybe not this week or next…but you will. Not saying that you would leave or dump me but you will change. And I don’t want you to change who you are because I’m acting awful.
I don’t know how it spun so quickly out of control for me.
Ok. Maybe I do. I was jealous once again, but not in the way you think but maybe insecurity. I hate when I get like that. I hate when I feel jealous, insecure for no reason. I get frustrated because I want everyone to know that you are mine, that you belong to me. But I can’t do that and it makes me mad.
In the car I know I hurt you, today you shut down on me again. I pushed you Friday night and today I seen it. I felt it. I said nothing until now, because I hadn’t processed it in my head. I know if the tables were turned I would want you to acknowledge your behavior and apologize.
My fear is that one…you’ll leave out of frustration of this behavior.
Two: that I will continue to act like this when I get jealous, feel ganged up on and feeling picked at.
I don’t mind when you tease me, pick at me in fun but when I ask you to stop and you continue, I get angry and lash out. Like the time at the bar when I hit you in the face. Which I hate myself for because I don’t like being disrespectful to someone I care about. But when I ask you to stop teasing me I just want you to respect that at that moment. It’s the same as if I said “stop” or “no” during sex. I know you wouldn’t keep doing it,right?
Unfortunately as you know those childhood wounds run deep.
I know that I always want you in my life. Even if we’re just being friends, I would be ok with that.
I’m sorry, I really am. I hope this makes sense to you and doesn’t make things worse. I love you.

Examples of BPD symptoms in the above are….

Unstable Relationships. A pattern of unstable intense relationships, such as idealizing someone one moment and then suddenly believing the person doesn’t care enough or is cruel.

Impulsive and Risky Behavior: such as gambling, reckless driving, unsafe sex, spending sprees, binge eating or drug abuse, or sabotaging success by suddenly quitting a good job or ending a positive relationship.

Emotions: Intense and highly changeable moods, with each episode lasting from a few hours to a few days.

Impulsive Aggression: coupled with a highly reactive and unstable affect modulation. Thus, patients with BPD will respond to disappointment and frustrations with intense emotions like rage, fear of abandonment and dysphoria. Then serve to trigger the generation of an impulsive, often aggressive, response to the provocation.

Push-Pull Syndrome: A chronic pattern of sabotaging and re-establishing closeness in a relationship without appropriate cause or reason.

 

 

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