Erno Laszlo skincare line

So, thanks to Influenster’s newest Vox Box campaign I was introduced to my new favorite skincare products! Erno Laszlo skincare is one of the higher end lines and I can see why. 

From it’s Phase 1 White Marble dual phase Vitamin C peel to the Step 2 White Marble Vitamin C Peel activator this line is heavenly. The first phase smells like a citrus grove and has a touch of exfoliating bits in it to gently scrub away the dead skin. You gently massage it on for about three minutes. After that three minutes you use the Step 2 activator. It doesn’t take much and the activator bottle has a pump on top and a dropper function to keep the amount perfect! I mean it is cool proof and trust this hot mess right here, I appreciate that.  You only leave the peel on for 1 minute. I had immediate and visible results. After washing the peel off with some warm water and patting my face dry I could see a more even skin tone. My face is smooth and tight. This is exactly what I’m looking for in an at home skincare line. I am much this younger generation in the fact that I like immediate results. With this line that is exactly what I got! They also have a White Marble Lighten and Illuminate Skin’s Brilliance Translucence Cream. This cream smells clean and amazing. It works above on the surface of the skin and below. The cream is fast absorbing and is packed with Vitamin B3 and is made with the bearberry. It lightens up the dark spots on the skin with ease. I highly recommend this skincare line. You definitely won’t be sorry. I have included the link to the Erno Laszlo website here.
Check out all the divine products that are available. 

I give this product 5 hearts! 💗💗💗💗💗

Challenge Accepted!

I am going to start a blogging challenge. I am starting out small this time. Next time will be 30 days! I felt lost last week because I didn’t write. I was sick and when I write I want to have my thoughts clear. Being sick I am plagued with brain fog and I don’t have the energy to fight through it some days. So, I am back to normal after my week long flare. Challenge accepted! 

Activism vs Inactivism

I had the pleasure of meeting some amazing people this weekend. Real activists. The patriot movement is alive and well in America. This won’t be a political post, but I have a little story to tell. I have a friend, Doc, who I’ve known online for 10 years or so. He is a very strong voice in the patriot movement in this country. I may not agree with all of his political views, but there is one thing I certainly agree with and that is his agape love for his fellow human beings. As someone who tries hard to be a good follower of Christ, I help often in my own direct community. Doc, he has the support and means to help nationwide. This last week he posted on Facebook asking for a place to stay in my area. This was a no-brainer for my husband and myself. I have spent countless hours in chat rooms and on video chat with Doc and his wife both. There was absolutely no fear or worries about saying yes and inviting him and another patriot into our home. Doc and Patriot Tom were coming to Florida to help hurricane victims. I am in Sarasota and Irma only ended up being a Cat 2 here. Down south in Naples and the Keys it was a different story. They were hit with a devastating Cat 5 hurricane. I didn’t intend on riding down south with the guys until my 12 year old spoke up about wanting to go. I put my face on and we headed up. We met up with a few other patriots in Arcadia and a couple had these two beautiful young ladies in the picture below with my daughter in the middle. I can’t even begin to tell you how proud I am of these three girls. It was every bit of 100° out that Sunday. Probably near 110° inside the trailer that was packed full of the relief supplies. These three kids jumped right in without a moments hesitation and got to work unloading the trailer. It was a breath of fresh air for me. I haven’t seen kids work this hard for a long time. There was no reward for their help and they did it without complaint or being asked to help. With only short breaks between people showing up, these girls were amazing. They kept water in the cooler for us and helped us adults pack boxes for those in need. Each girl was a vital part of this relief mission. Also, each walked away from this day with the knowledge that they were helping others and helping others is hard work. They also came away with a new friend/friends and the great feeling that comes after helping others. What I guess I’m trying to say is I am amazed by a three of them and their kindness and compassion to those in need. This gives me hope for the future generation. It was an honor working beside these young heroes that day. I am always humbled by helping others, but I got to see into more hearts than I could have even imagined that day. Each young woman here has a great heart and a big personality! I can’t wait until we can all work together again. 

Pushing Through

There are days when I feel like I can conquer the world. I am so grateful for the good days and try to make the most of them. With three rare and debilitating chronic illnesses I certainly have my share of days when I am as worthless as tits on a boar hog. (Country saying my granny used) It’s pretty worthless I’d reckon. On those good days they are only mediocre and not up to full speed ever. I miss the days of endless work and partying into the night.

Yesterday I was ambitious and cleaned the house. Now on a Saturday morning I suffer. I am not certain what tomorrow will bring, but today I must baby myself. My body forces me in some sort of rebellious way to practice self-care. “Take it easy” my brain screams out in pain! My actual thoughts are taking stock of everything that didn’t get finished yesterday. So, this messy life comes with a messy house. I keep pushing through though.

My sweet husband is forgiving and kind in this area. He knows I try. He knows I suffer the next day. I think he understands this. He helps me so much. God, I am so thankful for this man. My daughter, who also has chronic illesses the same as mine, suffers too, so I try and take it easy on her with chores. She is a huge help anyhow.

Finding the blessings in this messy life are like victories. They are small things to most, but huge blessings to me. I have been blessed to see directly into my husband’s heart and soul. Not many can say the same.


Surviving The Kids

Watching my daughter turn into a cool young lady has been better than words can describe. Music has been a huge influence in my life. There is no life if you can’t feel a note floating on the air. Recently while snooping in her computer, because, even though she’s got a great head on her shoulders I am still mama, I found an epic playlist on her Youtube channel!

She has everything from Bob Marley to Foster the People to Aretha Franklin to the Lumineers to the Grateful Dead (insert mama moment of pride) to Mozart and Chopin! As her mama I have always encouraged art and music. I can’t sing or play an instrument, but I never really tried. We want so much more for our kids. Listening through her playlist gives me another way to relate to her. It seems her heart is on fire with love.

These tween and teen years are going to be difficult and confusing as a parent. I have to try and remember what it was like, but then again that 17 year old wild woman is still in me burning bright. This child is not me though. It will be a different wild child. One who’s soul I will grow to know because DNA is part of soul. She is an indie princess with a touch of Sheldon Cooper. This little person I have created is much cooler already than my basic 12 year self was. She has no interest in the gossip and trivial drivel that most tween girls get caught up in. She enjoys her solitude and reading. Art pours out of her fingers at an alarming rate.

The art, the art I know is words. She creates beauty with color. Where I paint a picture for your imaginaton to behold, she creates masterpieces that inspire and provoke thought. Since she was two years I have put crayons, paint, and pencils in her hand. This little girl who hates coloring books can now draw you one! We have always taken trips to museums and historically significant places. She is in band and chorus. I believe she sees every single note as it is played or heard. I believe her mind is the most beautiful place on earth.

I pray, I mean I pray hard that I don’t screw this up. I am her mama. I have made some serious mistakes in her little 12 years. I didn’t put my life aside until she was 6. I know this. It was so selfish. She never had a dad those years either. Not one who was any account anyway. I wonder if somewhere in there she holds contempt for me. Her heart is compassionate to me. We have grown up together. I pray she still loves me like she does now in 3 years, or 5, or 20. Life is messy, but this isn’t one of the ones I walked away from. I cleaned the mess that was my own bad choices up and made an amazing choice to get my shit together. Being a mama is one of the best things that ever happened to me. Being her mama is the absolute best!

I am baring too much of my soul in this blog. I don’t let people past the surface most days. My worries and fears are my own and shouldn’t be shared, but I believe fully in sharing the joys and victories. I am a person with many acquaintances and few close friends. Life is messy and this is a learning experience. I love being messy and real and raw. I only hope my daughter sees the courage and strength in letting my guard down.


I hope our love will not fade away…

Emma- Hot Mess

Mosquito Bites and Mom Life

Being the mama to a very talented and gifted 12 year daughter sometimes isn’t for the faint of heart. I know my child to be very modest and shy so it was a bit of a shock when she started talking about boobies the other day to me. Let’s start with this, I am not so modest and I have been a mom, sister, and wife for a long time so pooping with the bathroom door open or walking around in my bra while I am ironing a shirt to wear in the morning doesn’t phase me. My child, well, she will absolutely not. I can’t even be in the bathroom if she is going. There was a time she would’t let me go to the bathroom by myself at all. She is at that age where if she were in P.E. at shcool it would be the death of her. She also has Ehlers Danlos Syndrome so, thank goodness, no P.E. You can imagine my disbelief when she asked me about why her boobs haven’t gotten any bigger yet. This was met with some humor and biology talk.

I guess where I am going with this post is that I am thankful when my reserved tween feels comfortable enough to talk with me. We are very different in nature and I am a bit overwhelming at times. I am loud and opinionated, she is always listening and learning. That learning thing is our bond though. We both have this insatiable curiousity that can’t be quenched. Both us of have this sort of unspoken competition of who has the most useless jeopardy knowledge. I appreciate that. She is far beyond me in mathematics and even science at this point, but the bond is great. Many people never get to see the real her. She is introverted and reserved. I love the wild child I know is in there. She only lets it out when she’s comfortable. So much sass!

That sass and witty nature is hidden from most of the world, but as her mama I get to see it a lot. She is truly my child. I wonder all that is in her head that she holds back in a day. I wonder if it hurts her like it does me when I hold in too much. We constantly banter. I pray that she is able to get it all out by this act of mother daughter bonding. She is quick. Sometimes I am rocked with disbelief that a comeback or little dig came out of that child’s mouth. Most times I am proud.


This family approaches all things in life with a sense of humor and sarcasm. Why? Because life is messy, that doesn’t mean it can’t be fun.  Children emulate what their parents do. In this case, we are hopeful that Audie knows it is ok to cry, to have feelings, it’s ok to not have feelings and it is definetely ok to laugh at those lemons. Sometimes life doesn’t hand you lemons. Life throws them at you and there’s no damn sugar. Finding the humor in life is a coping tool like no other. Freud pointed out almost a century ago that using humor to cope with life’s situatuons is a healthy way to cope with stress.

Just because life is messy doesn’t mean it isn’t awesomely fun!


“If it weren’t for the brief respite we give the world with our foolishness, the world would see mass suicide in numbers that compare favorably with the death rate of lemmings.”

(Groucho Marx)

Emma- Hot Mess

New Journey


Life is messy sometimes, but isn’t that the beauty of it? I think so. Life got messy a little over a year ago for me. My chronic illnesses started to take a serious toll on my career life. It was a very hard and heavy decision to stop working. I have tried to find ways to make money from home. Nothing really ever worked out. I was overwhelmed with all those MLM businesses beating me down in  instagram and Facebook messengers. Join my team. We are the best company ever. I bet you know the spiel. Someone you know sells some crap that they believe in so much that they post on their timelines non-stop or start groups and add you in without permission. That’s so not my style. But listen, I am not knocking them for getting their hustle on. We all know I make things work out.

Hustling for your dinner isn’t easy. I enter contests and go to a ton of Twitter parties put on by same amazing brands and bloggers. I really envy those bloggers. It seems like they have it together. This is part of my goal. I want to have it together. My blog is part of that. I review products for BzzAgent, CrowdTap, Influenster, Tomoson, Smiley360 and 0.8liter. I stay super busy at home. I have also done some social media sharing projects and hope to get into that a bit more since it provides some income.

I have always loved writing. So many people have told me that if I were to write a book they would read it. For now, this blog will have to do. I hope to publish something at least three times a week. Now, if I can remember everything I learned in creative writing in college I will be doing great. At the moment I am doing well to remember where my shoes are most of the time. That is my chronically beautiful life. It is some sort of organized chaos.

I hope to find my niche in the blogger world. I am a mom, wife, internet and social media junkie, a social butterfly and beach bum. Between all of that I have plenty on my mind. I also have this no-nonsense approach I have to take in my life. If I don’t tell it like it is then the act of not speaking up and speaking out eats me alive. I have found living out loud is the best approach for me. Nobody really has to guess what I am thinking because I will usually spit it out. It isn’t always said in the most tactful manner either. I am a work in progress. But, like I said, life is messy. Sometimes I like to clean up those messes. Other times I will cover it with a towel and forget about it.

During my time writing I hope to introduce you to my family more. We are a wildly unique masterpiece. Each one of us is so different but we blend like a beautiful symphony.  My husband and kids are everything to me. My youngest lives with me while my older two live with their dad.  I can’t believe I have been a mom now for almost 18 years. Watching these kids grow always makes Landslide by Fleetwood Mac play in my head.

Life is messy, but all these small moments make it beautiful. Since getting sick I take the time to smell the roses. I seem to appreciate those small things more. I can’t wait to write more about those small things and the messy things and the beauty!

Emma aka The Hot Mess

I Didn’t Even Brush My Hair Today


I am chronically ill. We talked a tad about that in my last blog post. I have Chiari Malformation Type 1, Ehlers Danlos Syndrome Hypermobile Type, Syringomyelia and there is a darn good possibility I have Gastroperesis.

There are too many days like this for me to work. Everything hurts and I am exhausted. I know, you’re reading this and thinking “I am tired too and I have pain”. I understand and I am not here to do the Spoonie Olympics ( who is sicker than who). I am grateful for the good days. I do so much on my good days that I sometimes send myself into a flare up. Most of my posts on social media and my blogs won’t ever even be about this. I don’t like pity. I like people to understand why I stay home when I look perfectly healthy. Most people do. They get it. The one person who isn’t a spoonie too that gets it is my husband. My goodness, I love that man. He is my rock. He is here on the days I can barely make it through. John, my husband, has brushed my hair, helped me in the shower, installed shower bars so I can grab them during my dizzy spells, he cooks dinner and cleans, he helps with homework and takes care of Audie when I can’t. He is like a damn saint. I don’t know how or why some days he puts up with it. He works his behind off every day and then comes home to the hot mess that is his wife. I am thankful for him.

So, I bet you are wondering what a spoonie is?

In short this sums it up. I push through the pain daily. I slept nearly 16 hours yesterday. My body just couldn’t take much more. I needed to rest. We were on hurricane mode for a week and then another week cleaning up. There are just days when I can’t. All these illnesses combined are kicking my ass. Most days I like to think I win the battle.