I’m vain. Always have been. And it’s not even something I wish I wasn’t. I like when my hair stylist looks shocked when I tell her my age and that I have three teenagers. I know, I know, she’s working for a tip, but I’m a sucker for flattery. Some of my youthful looks are luck and genetics, but the rest is pure, obsessive vanity.
Vanity isn’t for me. It’s for other people. We should all be at least a little considerate of other people and what they have to see when they look at us. We mow our lawns and pull weeds and rake leaves and keep up our house so the neighbors don’t complain and the neighborhood looks nice …isn’t personal appearance the least we can do for our fellow man so, as much as we can help it, they don’t have to look at a wrinkled, tired-looking, old Don?
Do you only wash your face with cold water? Do you use pre-shave oil and warm washcloths to soften your stubble before shaving? Do you dab eye cream under your eyes in the morning and at night (and sometimes at night use pure Vitamin E oil mixed with coffee grounds)? When you apply expensive daily moisturizer do you make sure to apply while pushing your skin up and not in circles and never pulling down? Do you sleep on your side (left side one night, right side the next night) and not on your back so gravity doesn’t pull your skin and cause wrinkles? Do you use a high end face wash?
Ask me those questions and I’ll answer “yes” to all of them.
Men’s skin care is a booming business. From Kiehl’s to Arbonne to Everyman Jack and many, many more …I’m learning I’m not alone. Why can’t my fellow vane brothers just use what our wives, girlfriends, and daughters use? Because, we’ve bought into the hype and we believe the marketing that men’s skin is different. It probably is, right? Something about testosterone probably makes sense.
I’ve been doing the research. And by “research” I mean “clicking on ads”. My choices came down to Harry’s (the same company that does mail-order shaving razors), Duke Cannon, Oars + Alps, Disco, and Lumin Skin Care.
Drum roll . . .
I went with Harry’s and Duke Cannon. Here’s what I got for Christmas from Santa (aka my amazing wife).
As of writing this Blog, it’s January 6th …so six days of this new skin regiment and I’m impressed. The face wash makes my skin feel fresh and soft. Then a very modest bit of eye cream and face lotion awaken my face and when I look in the mirror …I think I can tell I’ve upgraded my product.
I’ve also started shampooing and conditioning again. For the past two years, because of an article I read, I stopped using shampoo because it “is full of chemicals” and “strips your hair of natural oils”. But, my stylist was really mad at me the last time in her chair and said my scalp was dry and said I should use coconut oil to try and fix it. Oops. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I should probably start with the basics …shampoo and conditioner. That’s a topic for my next Beauty Products update and Blog entry.
I know. You won’t find many Blogs more exciting than this. Leave a comment if you have a brand you think beats what I’m using.
Here’s to beauty and vanity.
Ever wonder where all your free time went? Here’s a tip. Use a stopwatch and figure it out. Or, set a timer. On everything.
This morning on a company Teams call, the boss reminded everyone to do something that was sent from “corporate.” I chimed in and said, “I did that right when I got the email and from the downloading of the App, to the logging in, and to the upload of the required information, it took me 9 minutes and 37 seconds (00:09:37).” To which my boss said jokingly, “if it took Don nine minutes and thirty-seven seconds, the rest of us will probably need 25-minutes.”
To my co-workers reading this …I believe in you. You can do it in less than 15-minutes. I know it!!! Read More
Ya ever look back on something you did a long, long time ago and remember how important that thing seemed to you at the time and now, with age and wisdom, you’re almost embarrassed by it? Like your Michael Jackson jacket or your Palm Pilot? But then there’s some things you did, or ideas you had, and you think, “wow, I was ahead of my time.”
Such is how I feel about my Stuff I Want List. I mean, sure, I’m a little embarrassed I don’t update it often enough and it sometimes has some pretty outdated items that I no longer want (or already received as a gift from someone), but for the most part, the entire concept and 70% of the stuff listed is timeless. As Americans living in a society built on consumerism, I sometimes scratch my head wondering why everyone doesn’t have a list like this. Read More
Early in 2021 I swore off all news. I promised myself, other than a quick skimming of the headlines and scrolling through Twitter a couple of times a day, I wasn’t going to use any brain cells or invest any more emotional capital into what politicians were doing and saying, nor would I sit and use my valuable time watching any cable news station.
2021 was a year of peace, zen, and better use of my limited time on Earth. It’s eye-opening how I can still have a firm grasp on what’s going on in the world without sitting down and spending hours on news websites or watching TV. Read More
Historians have determined the origins of the “White Elephant Gift Exchange Game” started around the end of the 80s. Hard to believe, before that, extended family gathered without any gift-giving and gift-getting agenda and co-workers weren’t forced to “buy something” for each other even though the true gift would simply be for the boss to say, “hey, everyone gets to leave 2-hours early this Friday.”
The White Elephant Gift Exchange Game has evolved and mutated over time, but there is, actually, only a few correct ways for this thing to work and then also only a few correct ways to participate. Read More
I’ve been sheepish about going public with this but here goes … I think I don’t have Bronchiectasis, anymore.
Feels strange saying that. Especially when autumn and autumn-turning-into-winter and the junk food of Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas usually kick-start the coughing and wheezing and then I usually battle it until springtime when I can get back outside, exercise, and I typically make a promise to start exercising and eating right.
I told someone recently to immediately forget the past. I wisely said, “turn the page,” and, “who you were yesterday and whatever you did or didn’t do, really has no impact on tomorrow.” It ain’t easy, but it’s true. For example, my whole life I’m been a procrastinator. But if I wake up tomorrow and say, hey, Don, stop procrastinating …poof. It can be that easy. It might take me a long time to convince the people who know me as a procrastinator that I’m not the same guy, anymore, but that’s OK. I can live with that. I made my bed. I’ll sleep in it. But anyone who knows me after November 14th, 2021 will think, hey, that Don-guy really gets things done.
Another example? I really dropped the ball on my Father’s Day Wish-List and my “I Love Don Week” wish-list and publicizing it, updating it, and allowing people to shower me with gifts. That was yesterday. Today …I’m getting a jump-start my “Don’s Christmas Wish-List”, which is the same list, but updated. We all know about the supply-chain problem which they’re saying will delay lots of things this holiday season, so getting my wish-list out, now, is super important.
It’s fully up-to-date. I’ve removed the things I’ve already gotten (or changed my mind about) and added new, relevant items.
The top item on my list is the OURA Ring Generation 3. I’m gonna make 2022 my healthiest year, ever, and having a ring that tells me my pulse rate, steps, sleep quality, and a ton of other stuff …it will really help. I’m pretty healthy but I can be much, much healthier and as a march towards my 50th birthday, I’m gonna embrace modern technology to get me the rest of the way to my fitness and health goals.
Oh, sure, I could just exercise and eat right, but I would have no documentable proof anything I’m doing is working. Luckily, there’s a very expensive ring that will prove I’m doing the right things.
Anyone who says you don’t have to spend money to be healthy obviously doesn’t have social media.
Check back often because, well, I’m pretty sure I’ve thought about some other stuff I want and didn’t add it to the list. Shameful. Why have a wish-list if I’m not going to update it and publicize it. Right?
But it goes back to my initial point …just because I neglected the “I Love Don” Wish-List for nearly a year doesn’t mean, tomorrow, I can’t get back to helping people get me stuff I want.
You’re welcome. Order early and often.
Don’t mean to brag, but …I’m in sales. I’m a sales guy. I sell stuff. I have quotas and budgets and I pretty much blow my numbers away. I get mad props from my bosses. It’s how I afford my Buick. Cloth seats, bruh. I say things like, “stackin’ ’em up and knockin’ ’em down,” and, “I could sell snow to an Eskimo,” and I talk loud at the bar and regularly check the time on my digital Casio watch so everyone can see how I decorate my wrist – this watch has six alarms, bruh.
Obviously, if you know me, you know none of that actually happens. Yes, I’m in sales. I do OK. I make a living and provide for my family. It’s a living. I like my job. I only bring up my sales job because sales success is measured by monthly, quarterly, and annual performance. Each month, quarter, and year I look back on the previous month, quarter, and year and assess and plan. Read More
Hi. My name is Don. And I tailgate. I tailgate at Michigan State. I fell in love with tailgating, oh, around 1992. I got outta college, got married, got a job, and from 1997 until 2004 I was obsessed. I had season tickets. I never missed. Tailgating wasn’t a problem. I wasn’t addicted. I coulda quit any time. I finally did quit …sniff sniff …around 2005. I don’t remember exactly, but I know my wife and I had our third child in 2006. I think that made it three children under the age of 4 and I . . . I . . . I just couldn’t do it anymore. Eventually these cursed kids got into soccer and dance and school and my Saturdays were spent far away from campus. No sounds of marching bands warming up. No loud speakers at tailgate playing Steve Miller or Pearl Jam. And I no longer drank a 12-pack of Miller Lite before Noon. Read More