Meg here and I have a great give away! If you live in California then you are so in luck! October 12th and 13th The Pasadena Convention Center is holding the premier consumer Beauty & Wellness Expo.
I love going these types of events where I get all of my info (and great perks! Look at the activities!) under one roof. It's also great to mingle with all the rest of the SoCal beauty junkies in the area.
Aside from manicures, yoga, tanning, lash parties (etc. etc.) there are so many inspiring teachers speaking. Really cool topics from Ayurveda to Aromatherapy to Hollistic Wellness and that's just on Saturday! I'm all in for Sunday's "Messages from Beyond: Embracing Spirit in Our Daily Lives." That's just the first in a series of fascinating topics geared to help you get where you're going. The tickets are $25 a day but we have a discount, achance to win a pair of them AND a $300 gift bag. If you weren't well before, you will be after this experience!
What services will be there and what it exactly is...
BeWell Expo is designed to honor your inner and outer self. It is an exclusive beauty and wellness getaway where attendees can experience and indulge in the industry's best kept secrets. As an attendee, empower yourself by embracing the tools your body, mind and spirit need to look and feel good.
·Identify your skin type and understand the current condition of your skin…at the Skin Analysis Lounge
Click on the link for more info http://bewell-expo.com/skin.php
Find the best natural makeup to lock in your look… at the Eco–Beauty Makeup Bar
Click on the link for more info http://bewell-expo.com/beauty.php
Whole new look with a beautifully shaped eyebrow at the Brow Bar
Click on the link for more info http://bewell-expo.com/browbar.php
Treat yourself to the healthier gel polish manicure with trendy colors at the Eco–Nail Bar
Click on the link for more info http://bewell-expo.com/nail.php
Feel like you had just spent a week on the beach…by stopping at the Tanning Bar
Click on the link for more info http://bewell-expo.com/tanning.php
Enjoy a party Lash application at the Lash Bar
Click on the link for more info http://bewell-expo.com/lash.php
Emerge in a relaxation and healing sound bath with Tibetan bowls by Karma Moffett
Meg here! I'm trying to be better. I'm not a walking dump of toxins (well, atleast not Wednesday-Sunday.) I know I can use the very best products on the market but if my diet consists of hot pockets, vino and marlboro's I'm not going to look like a beauty expert. I may look like one of thoses warning advisory photo's on the peril of poor nutrition. I'm starting to think there maybe such a thing as "bad publicity" GASP. I may have to clean up my act.
Fortunately, I have found youthH2o.com. It is an age defying system made with all of those hot sueprfoods you're reading about everywhere. All from South America and a lot from Peru! Funny enough, when I was in Peru, the last think I spent time doing was searching for purple corn so I'm lucky youthH2o.com has that covered.
You know those people that spend all that money on those fancy shake makers? The blenders are like $500! I know because I just bought one. True, it is a Margarita Maker but I see how being one of those healthy smoothie people can get pricey! Not only is it expensive but it's time consumig, and it's a Gdamn mess to clean up afterwards! I know a lot of you have real lives with children and real jobs and things and the last thing you want to be doing is chopping apples and ginger in the morning. Not to mention scrubbing the blender. Also, it's not that easy to get purple corn out of Peru...
Try adding this to your shopping cart, I mean just for giggles....
Organic Maca (what it does) This miracle superfood is an adaptagen that works by supporting the endocine system through the pituitary gland which is responsible for the aging process.
Organic Camu Camu (what it does) It containsextraordinarily high Vitamin C content is the most important property of the fruit, higher than any other naturally found berry, fruit, or vegetable, giving way to the many benefits it provides your body including skin and hair health, mental stability, immunity support and more!
Organic Purple Corn Extract (what it does) Purple Corn is the superfood that has shown the most promise in our opinion for not just weight loss, but obesity prevention. Known for helping to boost metabolism and help up lose body fat, numerous studies by American universities and global universities alike support these conclusions making it a critical component in our fountain of youth. The big buzzword in health right now is antioxidant and by now we all know how important they are in our diet; look for yourself at purple corn compared to the famous acai berry and blueberries. This chart shows over 5 times more anthocyanins! Making it a SUPER antioxidant compared to other commonly known superfoods.
I'm sure not getting my passport out to go find these things! Now I don't have to. Youthh2o.com gets you healthy really easy. It's just a drink, just a quick shot! (You all know how I love my shots!) It takes 30 seconds down the hatch and go. They have it all in these easy pre-measured bottles and after two weeks YOU WILL SEE A DIFFERENCE!
Tonight at 5:30 Pacific, 8:30 Eastern TIme, I along with my beauty guru friends, will be hosting a #youthfulliving Twitter party! I'm @megsmakeup on twitter and we're giving tons of youthH2o.com away!! Join us!
Live in NYC? Then lucky you! Youthh2o's brand ambassador, Evelyn Lozada from BASKETBALL WIVES will be on hand tomorrow, September 24th at Duane Reade, Union Square for two whole hours giving away the youthH20 and telling you how it helps her stay gorgeous!
Meg here. I know it is "Hump day Hair Day" and we are only sort of deviating off topic. I really, really want you to get humped! (Gram log off now-wait, what am I saying? Gram had SIX KIDS, I think she has her "hump" down pat.)
I'm sure you have your hump down pat too! Some of you are so fit and do yoga and pilates and all that exercise! I bet some of you are the Cirque du Soleil of humps! Yet, it still isn't working. All that amazing acrobotics and no one worth experiencing your double, upside down plie squat with. I mean, what? You're doing this for your health? HA! Pour that second pinot babe because we've all been there.
I'm really lucky. I am. I have a super inflated self worth and I think I'm pretty great. Before you get all Mrs. Judge Face, you have to understand it's not ego. It is survival. It's a tough world out there and if you don't value yourself than no one else is going to. Value yourself.
Everyone is looking for a "free ride" and I make it quite clear. This ride ain't free. I think I am pretty top shelf and you know what happens when you think you're top shelf? You get top shelf treatment. You get respect and great guys and no I am not immune, every once in a while a house drink will get by but I can tell you this. It's happened maybe 3 times in 23 years of dating. So I sort of know what I'm talking about here. Plus, you should see my jewelry and handbags.
Have I ever lost my mind and become the crazy bitch worthy of one of those prison inmate shows? Yup. I own it. Behind every crazy woman is there a man that made her that way? Here! Here!
You are allowed to go insane when pushed and "have your moment." You're allowed to cry and freak out and have a meltdown. You're not allowed to keep it going. Get it together. One night I was home here in Hollywood and I swear to God, I'm just the neighbor. I heard this crying chick howl and cry and smash against my neighbor's door. It was just awful. She was screaming about him and what he had done. She was a mess. Not one you wanted to help. It had gone beyond. After 30 minutes, I had it. I went to my door and yelled "OMG. I'm nice and even I would break up with you! Get some respect. Go home! You're proving him right. I'm only the neighbor and I hate you right now!"
Don't be that girl.
Jo Piazza is one of my bestfriends. I love her. We have zero bullshit between us and while we will help each other, we don't lie to each other.
These are common phrases "Oh boy, how did that go over?" "I'm sure everyone was drunk and you're fine." "Fair. I mean, that's fair." "Oh no, not good, you sure you hit the send button on that? Oh shit." My favorites "You have your lawyer's cell number, right?" And "I mean, no. Technically, I don't think that's illegal."
So no judgement coming from this vaginal court. We've all danced the crazy samba.
The difference between Jo and I is that Jo is crazy successful. I really only look impressive on Google and only if you don't go past page 2. Jo has done more fantastic things in her young years then most people do in 5 lifetimes. She is strong. She is funny, she is beautiful and smart and so accomplished and she can unknowingly make you feel like a loser in five minutes. She is is no way trying to. It's just hard to measure yourself up against someone that is enormously great at everything. She's written books. She's on TV. She is a big deal. My penis just shrank and I don't even have one. As a woman with a healthy self esteem-I look up to Jo. I aspire to be more like her. I am a lot like her (we're both natural brunettes.) We also are use to making things happen for ourselves and getting our way and working hard and controlling our futures. We are the new men.
So what happens when you're not waiting for Prince Charming to ride in on a white horse to save you? I'll tell you. The power shifts.
Like a lot of us, you're capable and smart and you just need LOVE REHAB. Jo has again successfully done everything right. She found a great guy whose penis only rises at her greatness (you're welcome B.) B, is her man and he knows he's got a keeper. And I'm just glad Jo never "dumbed herself down." She found someone that could keep up with her. And if something were to ever change, if Jo were ever not happy. I know everything would be O.K. because ultimately, Jo is her own white horse.
You need to be your own white horse.
I get my nails done. I pay for hair extensions, I spend a poor countries GNP on my appearance. That's OK. I'm a girl. I like to. I also like to read the business journal and know what's going on in the world and make up my own mind. Pretty outside is only as pretty on the inside. People love "crazy" they're bored with "stupid."
That said, when I've lost my mind and been really upset and rationalized "Well, you only have a problem if you're having a cocktail before 10am if you've slept the night before." Yeah, I've made huge mistakes with a broken heart. Because I'm human.
Meg here and let's think of this quote "You can judge the morality of a nation by the way society treats it's animals"-Mahatma Gandhi
Instead of being our best friends protector's we fail them constantly. My heart is broken as I type this. I wish I were the type that could not be effected. I'm not. I'm tough on the outside but a gdamn softie inside and yes, I shouldn't type this, but if you were to message me that you were "in trouble" I will definitely help you.
I don't understand how people are cruel to animals. I like animals better than people. They love us. Their commodity is love. That's it. They don't care "who you know" or "what you do." They just want to love you. The only ulterior motive is to get a tummy scratch.
L.A. is absolutely in dire straits with the overcrowding of pounds and of morons that insist on buying dogs. 50% of the animals in the pounds are pure breed designer dogs that have been "surrendered." by their owners. Guess what? Due to L.A.'s budget some have 5 days to find a home or else they're "euthanized." I have to imagine many of the owners think that "euthanize" means vacation and not murder because why would these people do this? They did it because they're fucking awful (sorry Gram.)
I went down to San Pedro Harbor shelter today. It is the same place I rescued Chopper from back in November, I couldn't believe how many gorgeous, adorable pupies were there. I didn't want a gorgeous puppy. I wanted an old, sick and extremely unattractive dog. I wanted the dog that life spat out. I wanted the dog that everyone said "No Chance" to. I wanted to show that dog that there still is humanity in this world and EVERYONE HAS A CHANCE.
Living in L.A. is a funny thing, sometimes you get so sick of everyone placing value on the outer-you have to remind yourself that the "outer" is just that. It's nothing. Rescuing the "under dog" speaks more to my soul than the pretty.
So I rescued "Banner." He's old and the shelter wrapped him in a blanket so I wouldn't see how bad off he was. The shelter also told me "no returns." Like I would return him to death? Once I pulled back the blanket I saw a terrified creature, one life gave up on. Banner was covered in sores and a huge tumor and still looked at me with hope. HOPE!
And I'm going to fight for Banner because he represents so much, he's like the Ellis Island of dogs. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free." At the end of the day, don't we all want someone in our corner that will stand up for us?
Banner has his tumor removal surgery tomorrow morning. If you have $5 it will help. If everyone that read this site gave $5 we could help a lot of Banner's http://amandafoundation.org/donate-now/ It costs $1,200 to make Banner whole and THANK YOU AMANDA FOUNDATION for not turning your back on him!
MEG here! A ton has been going on since we last spoke but first I want to deeply and truly apologize. I will update tomorrow with actual pics of me putting the products into envelopes. I swear, I finally have amazing and great stuff for each pack! I will be going as far back as A YEAR! so you a lot of you will be re-gifted. FOR FREE!
I'm sorry it has taken so long. There were a lot of factors, however the worst one is me. I do this really stupid thing that when I get overwhelmed I hide and that is totally wrong and quite frankly, I'm an asshole for doing it. I have someone to help me now and I swear on everything that you will be rewarded for sticking with me for when I sucked. I going to try really hard to suck less. You may actually be happy, like when my parents were really bad parents I would get $50 for "lunch money" and then I was much more likely to forgive them. I'm doing the same bribery mentality here and I hope you like your lunch.
If you think you're mad at me then you should talk to the I.R.S. They're like, beyond at me.
WTF HAPPENED? LIFE. Honestly, life happened. I got really busy with work and life drama and at the end of the day I was tired. I know, it seems ridiculous but that's the plain truth. After writing to pay my bills (for other publications) and talking on the phone all day pushing cosmetic companies, I was exhausted and I wasn't fun. I didn't want to write more. I wanted a xanax and to go to bed. So there it is. I am a lazy mofo.
YOU'RE BETTER NOW? I think so. A lot of stuff has happened over the last 6 months and I'm happy to say, it's for the better. I have a great new addition, a fantastic right hand "main gay." that is going to be able to make sure I don't screw stuff up on the site. Financially, I'm in a decent spot and can now afford someone to help me.
Please know that I'm going to totally make more than right and the comments will show that as soon as the packs start coming in!
It's my site. I'm Megsmakeup and it's after midnight and I can write. So be cool.
Marathon Monday. It was amazing. I was a naughty child and I was always grounded over April vacation. Same violations. A boy I was "caught with." My sentence was always up on Patriot's Day. Maybe in the rest of the country "Patriots Day" didn't mean much. It was always a "freedom day" for me. The first day off of a groundation, I managed to get trapped in the house for "bad behavior" for all of April. I never worked the concealer just right to hide the April Vacation hickey. And I did it in a "cah! (for those not familiar with Boston a "car.")
Slut shaming is the new thang and I wasn't "Slut Shamed" I just liked to get down in a cah because the 16 year olds I knew were not yet property owners.
Freedom from my groundation was a spring day. People were out and cheering and happy and I felt free from my parents. The real revolution.
Because I am so socially networked, I had on my twitter "A blast just went off" from a high school runner I was following. This is Boston, it's not Baghdad. The follow up tweet I expected was for her to say she farted in her pants. Because I'm from Boston, we laugh and say that shit. Pun intended.
How on earth could it be something else? This is Boston.
Limbs blown off? Blood everywhere? No, I watched glued to the news. This is BOSTON.
I despised this city growing up, It's a terrible city to grow up in. I hated it because it was a city that cared about "who your parents are" and "where did you go to school?" Fuck that. Who cares?
I fled far and fast to get away from it. I was never going to win here.
It sucked me back in.
I give money to the homeless. I rescue my dogs. I cook dinner every night and if you need a place to crash for a year, I wil take you in. I am Boston.
It is very important, your pedigree in Boston. I prefer mutts.
I can't watch "Good Will Hunting" without crying. I sob. I know what it is like to leave everything behind to try to become "better."
But do we know really?
I think back on the days of innocence, the days of fun! The days when I was so happy to sneak a "bee-ah" and just relax. You should have that day. They're great days.
Meg here! Have you ever had a "wish list?" I mean it's a "wish list" so you don't ever expect it to be fufilled. The people that have their "wish list" fufilled usually can't deal with the amazing results so they end up in rehab (no judgement, in fact, how the heck do people NOT self medicate. I mean really.)
I have had a couple of water tumbler glasses of wine and need to not only give a "Shout out" but also introduce a new member of family to our Meg Head bunch!
You all know Prudence. Well, right now she is drinking tequila straight from the bottle and planning how to piss on my head. She's not in a good mood. The Queen has been getting a bit big for her britches and while I love Pru more than anything in the entire world. She needed to be reminded that she was, MY DOG And that I was not hers (I'm bad with delegating.)
How could I make Prudence better?
At the same time, the battle of Prudence was taking over as lead supremacy leader of the house (she had a good run.) We needed a new roommate. Nick moved in.
I didn't know Nick at all. He moved in, I had to go to New York (as I do.)
God bless him. I'm not easy to "know" nevermind live with (true, you would never have to pay for another beauty product for the rest of your life.) I come with some perks.
I'm on these email lists of "dogs at the shelter about to be killed." They call it "Eauthanized." Whatever you want to call it. It's meaning is "death." I'm remembering David Sedaris who got the call about his cat. He pictured Chinese children hiding under desks when the vet called and said "have you thought about youth in Asia?'
The pounds of LA are the worst in the country. Once a dog is turned in they have 5 DAYS TO FIND A HOME or THEY ARE KILLED. I have breast implants and weigh 115 pounds, I was a Ford Model. I can't get a date in 5 days. This seems unfair.
I see the listing that my future dog is on the chopping block. This is the conversation...
Meg: (I've probably had a taste of wine) RESCUE MISSION! RESCUE "CHOPPER!"
We go to sleep. Separately by the way. I call the shelter. They wont even do a "hold." It's a race against time to save Chopper.
End of story? We saved him and he's fantastic. End of story? Nick came with me, drove and he's amazing. Even though we got lost a bunch on the way to Harbor Shelter.
WHAT IS YOUR POINT MEG? It's just this, we all need saving. Everyone of us. Sometimes the very best thing we can do to help ourselves is help someone or something else.
WHO IS NICK? He's my new roommate that write's "Manly Mondays." (he's hysterical.) Most importantly, he's good and kind and will wake up early to drive 3 hours to help you save a dog. He's a wonderful person and now we have "Chopper!"
Who is Chopper? We don't know much about me. Someone probably hurt me at some point. I get scared. I'm very, very good. I like to drive Prudence nuts. Just happy to be alive!
Hi! My name is Meg and I decided that I wanted to show as much love to my readers as they show to me. I wanted to use my "power and influence" (take that stuff with a grain of salt...Or 5)
I am a bit at the mercy of the makeup companies and I don't want you to think I'm over here cashing in my Paypal and then eating bon bons. The hard truth is, makeup blogging doesn't pay all that well (shocker.) So I have other jobs I have to do to, you know, survive.
I really love my life. I'm totally not bitching. It's a great existence. However, shit piles up (I'm so not calling or referring to you as shit-by the way.) Then it gets over-whelming and I wait for boxes of lipgloss and when they don't show up have melt downs. Which is beyond ridiculous when I could replace FEMA with "Lip Gloss" and I'm still freaking out.
Times are a' changing. You don't know, between "flash sales" and "membership samples" (hi Birchbox) It's harder for me to get great full size product to you. But I will. Because I am Meg and I will weild my "power and influence" (try not to giggle when you read that.) To my faithful readers and I will reward you. I will reward you as you are fit to be rewarded! I WILL NEVER SEND YOU A STUPID PACKET YOU HAVE TO CUT WITH SCISSORS. I would hate that. I imagine, you would as well.
I spent the last two days cleaning my cabinets and alternating between reading member profiles, writing and packing. I did both with love and here is where I get emotional and stupid (maybe from all the manual labor, maybe from packing envelopes. Maybe from 4 glasses of wine.)
Ladies, Seriously. THANK YOU, I mean it so much! Some of you have been reading me since 2009! THANK YOU! You're comments are hysterical. I appreciate them so much. Sometimes, we can feel very "alone" in this crazy world but I have never felt judged or negative from you. Thank you for that. You know how rare that is when you open yourself up on the internet? I have the most fantastic women supporter's that exist.
But this is not A ONE WAY STREET! You all know how to reach me and if I can help YOU in any way...Send a message!
AAAARGH! I'm really sorry ladies. I was going to be back Monday AM and my flight was canceled. I had no power or anything. I was trapped in NYC. I just walked in the door. I have boxes to open and packs to mail. I apologize for the weeks hold up on mailings. Just when I thought I was ahead of the game with everyone I emailed.
I'm totally stressing out over this but my roomates said they will help me sort this week!!
I know this is annoying but I swear I am doing my very best and the packs will be great!!
I liked SANDY better when she was wearing a catsuit and becoming naughty at Rydell High.
Breaking up is hard to do. Let’s face it, only the rarest among us, handle ourselves well in the midst of a breakup. For the majority of us the days and weeks post-split become a haze of vodka-sponsored trips to the shores of Blackout Island, social media stalking and staged encounters in Trader Joes.
That’s why we deserve a pick me up.
Meghead and longtime friend of Meg’s Makeup Jo Piazza has penned her very first novel, “Love Rehab: A Novel in 12 Steps.” It will be released at the end of January just in time for every single gal’s favorite holiday—President’s Day.
But before the novel comes out, Jo wants to hear from you. She wants us to free ourselves from the bad feelings about our breakups by admitting some of the nutty things things they have done in the heartbreak haze of a breakup (drunken serenades, elaborate cyber stalking schemes that could rival Carrie Mathison, hand-stitching his name over and over again on a giant quilt that you send to his mom......that may have just been me).
There are some pretty great prizes too ($250 Juicy Couture Gift card, Rent the Runway Gift Card, Leonor Greyl hair products, Koret handbags, a bottle of Courvosier Gold and practically a year's supply of makeup from yours truly).