Moroccan Moisture Argan Oil Review

I know I don't review beauty products but I just recently bought a bottle of Moroccan Moisture Argan Oil and my hair looks amazing because of it. Today, at least five people told me how beautiful my hair is. I straightened it, and 12 hours later it was still perfect...even after drizzly rain and 150% humidity because hello, I live in Virginia and if the humidity is below 9000 the Earth will implode.

My hair is a big frizzy mess 90% of the time.

But, this stuff is amazing...it made my normally dry hair soo soft and SHINY! It doesn't feel greasy in the least, and my ponytail is so sleek and shiny it looks like a fall. I dont even know the last time I could run my fingers completely through my hair. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "Crystal, I cant take the suspense...please show me your glorious hair!" 

Fret no longer: 

Seriously dude...these pictures were taken after RAIN, HUMIDITY and 12 HOURS! Seriously...I didn't re-touch it up with the flat iron or anything...I did run a brush through it once or twice. Its just as soft and smooth as it was at 5:30 this morning.

I know Moroccan Oil can be expensive, but I got this at Wal Mart for $4.47 for a 4fl oz bottle. Depending on how much hair you have, you only have to use a few drops. As you can see I have a LOT of hair and I only use 3-4 drops. My mom only needed two. Me, my sister, my mom and even my brother have used it and there is barely any gone. I feel like this bottle could last for like, 6 months.

The bottle says to add to damp hair and work evenly from roots to end. I didn't do it like that. My roots are WAY too oily to put actual oil on, so I put it from the base of my neck to the ends. I also did it while it was dry, right before I flat ironed it. Just remember, it is OIL, so if you use it before you flat iron, don't hold the heat on it too long so you don't fry it like bacon, cause I totally burnt my bangs. 

As usual, I was in no way compensated for this post by FX, Wal Mart or Morocco. I just bought it, loved it and had to share the beauty of my hair sheer badassery of this stuff. 

Do you use any kind of moroccan oil? How do you keep your hair tame in the humidity?

Men are a pain

My dog is a hellion. Don't let this sweet little face fool you.

Not Pictured: Devil horns 

We've had him for 3 months and he's torn up all our shit. He has pulled all the stuffing out of our couch cushions and eviscerated a stuffed Mickey Mouse, which was hanging on a wall...he jumped to get it. He is also a complete escape artist. He's gotten out at least 3 times...the first time was about 12 hours after we got him.

RIP Mickey

He has a new obsession with flip flops. My mom bought a pair, tried them on, took them off, left the room and when she came back a minute later he chewed it beyond recognition. She got another pair, and a pair for my sister. Guess what? He chewed up my sister's. He ate both my black and white Old Navy flip flops, and left my sister a non-matching pair. One star spangled left foot, and one heart patterned right foot.

His favorite place to shred things is my sister's room. He will find any trash possible and tear it to shreds. I mean completely unrecognizable. He also likes to pee in her room...even though he is fully house trained.

All that shit? Hurricane Cheef

One night he peed on her comforter and sheet. When she put it in the washer, she threw a dust ruffle on her bed until her sheets were dry...when she came back, there was a puddle of pee on the dust ruffle.

This dog has two speeds. Bounce and run as fast as you can because oh my God there MUST be a man with a knife chasing you. He runs so fast his butt literally bounces off the ground. He jumps to the top of the door frame if someone leaves. He has the sharpest toenails in the history of the world. Everyone has bleed at the hands, er paws, of him.

But...he is the sweetest dog I've ever seen. He loves to cuddle in the bed with anyone, as long as they have a blanket. He likes to look out the window and is very protective. One night, I came in at about 1:30am, not my usual time to arrive home, and he went crazy thinking it was an intruder. He has never bitten anyone maliciously, but he has some sharp little play teeth.

Its so hard to be mad at this dog...until he pees in my floor...or I have to clean up a full couch cushion worth of stuffing.

I love that dog, but he drives me absolutely insane! Anyone else have any pet horror stories?

Fat Girls, Skinny Girls, Tall Girls, Small Girls

I know I haven't been keeping up with my weight loss posts, but I am doing it today!

This week, I went to the beach with my boyfriend, and of course that meant I had to take bathing suit pictures. Once I looked at them and compared them with the ones from almost exactly a year ago, I couldn't believe the difference! I'm still not skinny, but I've totally lost weight!

May 2011

July 2012

I know it doesn't seem like much, but dudes, I'm totally getting skinny. I'm at my lowest weight I've been since I was like...12...no joke. And as you can see, I always make stupid faces when facing the sun. 

Seriously though, I've not been exercising or really dieting. At first I was only drinking diet drinks, cut out all candy and fried foods and saw absolutely no results. Then I decided to stop starving and eat like a normal person. At work, instead of getting king size Twizzlers every single day, I'd get them maybe once a week and eat fruit or vegetables as a snack instead. I stopped eating only salads and for almost a month ate nothing but meatball subs for lunch, and you know what? That's when I started seeing results. Once I changed up my diet and actually incorporated all foods, I lost weight. 

As of July 9th, 2012 (two days before my period, so I was totes bloated) I weigh 162lbs even. I know the numbers really don't matter, but I take pride in knowing that number has gotten so low. My work pants from a month ago are too big...my shorts are all too big...lord knows how baggy my jeans are now...But I'm super ok with it. 

I do owe a lot of it to my boyfriend. He wanted to lose weight and asked me to support him...that meant no candy around him and no "Hey baby, can you run to McDonald's for me?" cause he'd totally say no and we'd fight. To keep us happy, I decided what the hell...might as well try too. I've gotten to the point where I feel guilty if I eat something bad. I got a slice of Oreo pie at work the other night, and it tasted like shit...cause all I tasted was guilt. To me, that's awesome. I picked up something bad at work the other day and was like, "oh wait, I ate that honey bun today...better get sliced apples instead." 

Y'all, I'm making good food choices. I've NEVER done that. There was a time where I would eat and entire bag of chips and an entire tub of dip, just because. I already mentioned the king size Twizzlers, EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT. I would eat an entire 12' sub and chips. I'd never leave leftovers because I felt I was wasting it. I've learned I don't have to eat until I'm stuffed, but until I'm not hungry anymore. If that means I have to eat more than two times a day, that's perfectly ok. 

According to the BMI calculator, my BMI is 30.6...I'm still "obese" but god dammit I'm the thinnest I've ever been and proud! 

Y'all Gon Make Me Lose My Mind

People act a fool in public. At work, we have to call the police more often than we would like. I honestly think people believe they can do whatever they want in a gas station. I have the perfect example of such person.

At our stores, our gas pumps automatically turn off after gas has been sitting for 10 minutes. If you don't pump your gas, you have to come back inside so we can reset it. There is no way around it and something that is done company wide. It's fucked up but we can't do anything about it. When our customers order food, we tell them to pump their gas before they wait for their food. On the weekends, our wait times for food could be up to 20 minutes. We don't do it on purpose, and we try to keep the times down, but it does happen.

We have a system. One person "starts" the food at one end of the counter, brings it to the other end where the other person puts the vegetables on, wraps it and hands it out. The person starting usually goes a lot faster because they have less to do, so they line food up on the counter until it can be finished. Since the only thing on this particular person's sandwich was honey mustard and vegetables, it had to wait until the orders in front were finished before her veggies were put on. During that wait, the lady's gas had timed out. No problem, we can just reset it and its all good. Except...she paid with a credit card. When we refund it to the card, she has to swipe it again and re-charge the card. Unfortunately, her particular bank makes customers wait three days for all refunds, so she didn't have money to re-charge the card. Which was our fault because "we took too long" to make her food.

She insisted that we did it on purpose. We knew she was in a hurry and specifically took a long time to inconvenience her. She screamed at the manager, "I watched the girl make my sandwich, bring it to this end and go back with nothing in her hand! She didn't give me my food on purpose!" After apologizing profusely, we offered to re-make her food and give her a cash refund. She insisted we give her $30 because she needed gas and couldn't get it because we took too long. After telling her that we are unable to do it, it was obvious the manager wasn't getting anywhere trying to get her to calm down.

The lady stood at the front of the store, screaming "I WANT MY MONEY! I WANT THIRTY DOLLARS! THREE ZERO! THIRTY DOLLARS! GIVE ME MY MONEY!"

Not the actual lady, but the general idea of how she was acting.  Google Images. 

Another coworker decided to try. She politely told the lady, "I'm not yelling at you, so I expect you to stop yelling at me. I'm sorry if you're having a bad day-" and the lady lost her god damn mind. She screamed that she was *NOT* having a bad day before she was "robbed" by us. Also, that we had no right to assume she had a bad day. She was verbally attacking all the employees. She didn't want to talk to "that white bitch" (the manager) or "that black bitch" (my coworker) she only wanted to talk to someone who would give her thirty dollars. We had had enough since there was literally nothing else we could do for her after re-making her food and giving her a refund. She was told she needed to stop yelling and calm down or the police would be called. Finally something made her happy.

She insisted we call the police so she "didn't have to" and they would make us give her thirty dollars. You know, because that's how police work. They change our company, and her bank's policy. She continued to scream "Call the mother fucking police!" while banging on the counter. She continued to scream about how we wouldn't give her the money because she was black and we were all racist and she couldn't wait until the police arrested us because of theft for stealing her $30 that we told her she needed to pump before she waited for her food.

After the police arrived, they told her she wasn't entitled to a refund and that she had to wait for her bank to clear the refund. She was told she had to leave the property and not to return. She refused to leave so the officer told her she was going to be arrested for disorderly conduct. Eventually she left with her free sandwich, her refund, our company's customer complaint number and a warning from the police that if she returned she would be arrested and charged with trespassing.

Moral of the story: Pump your gas before you wait for your food or you could be arrested and written about on the internet.

Birthday and National Swimsuit Confidence Week Rolled into One

This month has been hectic. After chipping my tooth and spraining my wrist, shit never slowed down.

In May alone, there is mother's day, my birthday, my brother's birthday and my mom's birthday.

May 15th my boyfriend and I celebrated my birthday in a big way. He bought me jewelry. Beautiful jewelry that I couldn't love more, even if he made it himself. I'm a sucker for pearls and he finally made me an adult by getting me a necklace, bracelet and earring set.

Best present ever

After he gave me my gorgeous pearls, we got all gussied up and went out to a fancy Japanese restaurant for dinner. 

When did I become an adult? May 15th, 2012

The next day we went and saw the Avengers, which was absofuckinglutely amazing. We even sprung for the extra money to see it in 3D, which only added to the awesomeness. 

On May 17th, my actual birthday, my bestie and I went to the park, a playground, lunch, another park and a bar to get shitfaced. We succeeded in being passed out drunk by 8pm. Winning.

I pretty much had the best birthday ever. 

This past week, I also found out that I finally got a promotion. Starting May 25th I will be management. It's a long time coming, but holy crap I've been busy at work with training. 

Another amazing thing that kicks off this week is National Swimsuit Confidence Week! Land's End, Self Magazine and Curvy Girl Guide have partnered together for the second annual Swimsuit Confidence Week where women of all shapes and sizes all over the country pose online in their bathing suits. It's a great campaign really. I did it last year, and guess what? I'm putting my cellulite and fat rolls online this year too! 

Thanks to the crappy light, you can't tell my bottoms are navy and my top is black

I encourage everyone to participate in National Swimsuit Confidence week! Post pictures on your Facebook, blog, Twitter, Tumblr, Flickr or even Myspace and leave your link here and over at  Curvy Girl Guide  to show your confidence!

A Chip off the Ol Tooth

I had a hell of a weekend. Not the "I got super drunk and partied like a fucking rockstar" weekend, but the kind of weekend that left me with a sprained wrist, a chipped tooth and the nerves of a wild rabbit.

We have a new manager at work who is just a sweet as can be but good lord he can't focus or multitask and calls my name EVERY THREE SECONDS to ask me a question about something which he gets paid to know the answer. It drives me insane. Plus, the new schedules were put up and I'm working the next three Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. That will make 13 weekends in a row that I have to work straight through. Obviously I was in a wonderful mood. Saturday was full of just as many "Have you done this yet? I have a lot to do. Is this done yet? Blah blah question question question" which drives me insane because the only thing he has to do is stand at the register while I do literally everything else. My nerves were completely shot by Sunday morning. Leading up to the last hour at work, every time I heard anything that resembled my name, I got a pang of anger and irritation. I finally told my coworkers I was going to smoke, and if the manager was looking for me to tell him I was pooping.

When I finally got off work and got home, I had a whole bunch of stuff to carry because I was starving since I didn't get to eat at work. Since I was holding my keys, my purse, two bags and a cup I decided to hold the cup in my teeth for like, .03 seconds so I could open the door. As soon as I clamped my teeth I heard "click" and felt a chunk of my tooth fall into my mouth. At 6:30 on a Sunday morning.

I felt like Lloyd Christmas. Also, pay no attention to the chipped top tooth that actually looks like Lloyd's. 

Sunday night my boyfriend and I were play arguing and I told him to get out of my bed by pushing him until he almost fell. When he pulled himself back up, I didn't move my hand in time and his whole 250lb body landed on my wrist, which twisted and sprained. While play wrestling he somehow jabbed his ankle into the small of my back and I'm pretty sure he cracked a rib, which he didn't do but it felt like it and I have the right to be dramatic after my horrific dental catastrophe and sprained wrist. 

As I read back over that paragraph, it seems that my boyfriend beats me but he totally doesn't because he knows he'd die. 

Monday morning my dentist squeezed me in so he could fix my chipped tooth. It went down without a hitch until I had to talk to the dental hygienist afterwards. She was all, "Ok you have the most disgusting mouth I've ever seen. You have to get that cavity filled or you will have a root canal and dude, if you don't start flossing all your teeth are gonna fall out and you'll never be able to eat butterfingers again, but you probably shouldn't since you're fat anyway." Ok she wasn't quite that dramatic but I'm sure that's the kinda shit she was thinking because she was looking at my mouth like it was full of a colony of hobos. 

Perfectly fixed tooth...no hobos

I guess my weekend doesn't seem so bad to someone on the outside looking in, but I am terrified to eat anything because I know I'll have to brush and floss after every bite so my teeth don't fall out, so that sucks...but I might lose weight. 

Which is another thing I forgot...to continue dieting. The only photo I have of myself that was taken this month is the horrendous photo that my super photographer of a boyfriend took of me and a giraffe. That was sarcasm..he has no clue how to take pictures. He didn't even use Instagram. 

Pay no attention to my ill fitting clothes and look at that bad ass giraffe

So yeah...I can feel that my body is changing, but the number on the scale is still being a bitch. This picture certainly disputes the fact that I'm losing weight, but I assure you I am. 

How was your weekend? 

Giveaway Has Ended

Thanks to everyone who entered my sweet ass giveaway! Of course not everyone could win, but my lucky winner was Christine!

I used random.org to choose the number, but did not include the first three comments of those who didn't want to win so here is the screenshot:

Congratulations Christine!