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How to Take Care Of Your Face And your Skin In General ( baliciai"s Tips )

1 - Stay Away From The Sun.

2 - Drink Water 1litre a Day.or More.

3 - Use Exfoliating Wash By( Use It at List Once a Day) Lacura from (Aldi Store) For about $4 ( for only skin) Is "O "key for any type of skin)

4 - Use VitaminE Moisturising Lotions, Because its contain more water ( any brand not matter the price)

How To Use Exfoliating Wash?

Rub it all around your face, then wash it off with plenty water, do not dry your face!
The more water you use on your face, your skin will look better.

By Balicia



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The definition of mercy-kindness varies from person to person.

For meat eaters, it is different.
For vegetarians, it is different.
For vegans, it is different.
For butchers, it is different.
For politicians, it is different.
For terrorists, it is different.
For military persons, it is different.
For ordinary persons, it is different.
For different religions, it is different.
For saints, it is different.
etc.
The harshest truth of life is: "killing for living"
Everyone justifies killing in their own way.
The most common justification is: "unnecessary killing is wrong"
But the necessities are not limited, not defined. So the necessities are increasing and the killings are also increasing.

Killing can't be stopped, so a new word was coined to justify killing: "Mercy-Killing".
Killing and kindness go hand in hand.

"Dont chase people. Be yourself, do your own thing and work hard. The right people - the ones that really belong in your life - will come to you and stay"
Will Smith

With all thats happening, the quote above has really helped me "do my own thing".

Happy Weekend to everyone and Prayers for all my Ni-Van friends facing Cyclone PAM.

So dark and gloomy outside I have the lights on. The rain has passed, but the clouds linger. I am living dangerously. I have gotten tired of opening and closing the front door every 5 minutes to let one or both cats in or out. So I have propped the door wide open and am trying to ignore the small sounds coming from other rooms. Could be the cats, could be a snake or a fox. Schrodinger's rule. It is all those things until I get up to look. Maybe it is a topless Playboy model. Maybe I should go look?

Nah, just one of the cats. He saw me and with a guilty expression scooted back outside. Sigh. Now I have to check and make sure he wasn't hiding half a baby rabbit or some other such valuable treasure under the bed. I took inventory last night of stuff in my basement then googled some of the finds. I decided many things I have had for decades can go away now. Although I had thought they might, ,some of our more expensive purchases did not appreciate in value. Indeed I learn with a little googling many dropped enormously in value the longer I kept them.

A 1963 Johnson 3 HP outboard 2 cycle motor. Bought new by my grandfather and used on his 12 foot rowboat for flounder fishing often with me along, long, long ago.



My old US Divers Co. Navy MK I SCUBA tank (with J valve) and backpack. Used only a few times in the early 70s and early 80s it gave me trouble free performance.



It's regulator. Ibid.



A Schwinn 1973 Continental woman's 10 Speed bike. Manufactured in the USA. My wife's. Once upon a time, when it was new, she used it for commuting when she lived only a few blocks from OPM. She continued to ride it until about a year before her passing.



A Schwinn 1995 centennial woman's Cruiser bike. Only one speed. As soon as they came out, wife decided she had to have one. I have no idea why. I don't believe she ever rode it after getting it home. If I was female I would stick a small motor on it. Or add gears, but I certainly wouldn't want a bike with no gears in this hilly area.



My Mother's Zephyr TriStar. A 3 speed tricycle for adults. Ideal for a senior citizen living in an area with paved roads who wants to do some grocery shopping or still scoot around town after his/her driver's license is revoked. In theory anyway. In actuality I think Mom used it only one time, then decided bike pedaling was no fun compared to the convenience of having me do her grocery shopping for her. If I was a decade older I would stick a motor on it. It has the brackets for mounting one and I really don't understand why she didn't get one with the motor already installed.



I learned yesterday most of these things have declined in value to less than 1/3 of the value of their original purchase price. Together they eat a fair amount of basement floor space. Today, all of them went on Craigslist at about $200 each. LoL the Johnson motor cost just about that when new, so at least it breaks even. Of course in real dollars, it lost a lot of value. $200 was a lot more money in 1963.

Hmm, the other cat just poked his head in, looked at me and ran back to the front door. I really should just close the door I think.

when we look in our ward robes ,how often do we choose our favourite shirt or blouse trousers or slacks ,
shoes are another thing where we have a pair that are so comfortable that they are a delight to wear,
and yet we never buy two ,
it is only after they have disappeared from the shops that we wish we had bought a second pair,
in reality most of the clothes and shoes that we buy , we very rarely wear,,
the same applies to your cooker why do we always choose the same gas ring or electric ring to cook on if only using one pot or pan,,
the same applies with driving to work or the shops ,,the same route taken time after time ,,
which in turn makes us creatures of habit or does it have to be this way,,
i always started my day with a cup of tea and later followed by coffee,,
but i changed my habit by alternating my morning drinks, and also changed my drive into the city and so i see and do things differently which actually makes the drive more enjoyable and not the hum drum that it used to be ,
it is surprising that small changes to the norm actually affect your senses and adds to your awareness ,,,

Is there a center for the longing that I've felt for years? Is there a place I must go, or journey I must take; perhaps a lesson still to be learned? What can guide me if not my own intuition? How can I follow a path that I don't lay before me? So many questions, such a seemingly short period to recognize the extent of which my actions will benefit my comfort level.. How can I express myself in the manner I wish to? Let alone, to whom? Each other that I confide in loosely creates the whole which is my external opinion center. Alone is efficient yet lacking of purpose.. as is a shared soul I suppose.. all just a temp adjustment to relax on a different level of active responsibility. For either yourself or both you and partner. Lost is my name and forgotten my last.. or so it feels when thought about..

Thought it was that my equal had found me, distance being the only boundary; yet to know this in truth I cannot. Separated by time and space I wander aimlessly in hope of being awakened to my calling, that which is definite and precise.. The goal has fluctuated in the path that leads to it, and yet it is still one in the same..Love.. the only comfort that allows me to flourish. The guidance that once drove me to step back and create my life rather than simply live with the class the world had selected for me. That must be my divine inspiration, the end result of acceptance to the utmost extreme which I so foolishly lost.

Yet with this realization now apparent, it reveals that I have been waiting this whole time since admittance to the realm of love, to find it once more. One final time, the search may be my end, would it then be worth it? Even if the life ahead is only more time spent simply waiting? Alone in my attempt to share my endless compassion for another that will accept it.. It frightens me, the thought of being a lover and having no outlet to express my truest self.. I am awkward because I withhold my fullest emotions as if reserved for the lover I don't currently have.. My potential misplaced and unheard, merely forgotten before its ever witnessed.

Appreciation, trust, perhaps respect, these are the forms of fuel I run solely off of whilst I am without a stabilizer such as love to intensify the flames of willpower. Friends hold me together, aside from their knowledge in the part they play within my life, they are the keystone which keeps it all running as smoothly as they perceive it is. This vessel which is seen as the embodiment of me. I live for them now more than ever.. I share my ability openly to all their appreciative needs. I do what they need to be done to the best of my ability. I'm glad to help, as are they to receive it.

I only mean good for all, and yet sadly.. few will ever understand the full extent of which I strive to achieve this on a daily basis. I am what I am, what I become is determined solely by the hand of love & it's essence before me. Until then I will wander.. down which roads no-one knows.

35 years ago I worked for a high-end custom cabinet shop and the owner had a sterling reputation to his clients. His relationship to the employees was very different. But... one thing I learned from him was not to use the word hate. He said it was the 'end all' and there is no way coming back from using it... especially if it pertains to a relationship, business or personal.

That said, I disliked working there. His expectations from everyone he employed was often unfair, even when they did a good job.
Our biggest disagreement was his method for calculating the amount of time allocated for a cabinetmaker to work on a project. He used a 'man days' formula that was strictly by the sales price and not by the difficulty of what was sold.

A lacquered wall unit could take a few days to build, then go to the finishing department to be stained and painted.
If it was a mica unit, the cabinet maker would need nearly the same time to cut and build but the laminating didn't go to another department. It was the job of the cabinetmaker to do all the laminating and assembly. More work (for the cabinetmaker) than a painted product.

Two totally different procedures but the boss used the same calculations in the time needed to build the furniture.

I was in charge of production scheduling using his formulas and suggested we use different formulas for wood cabinetry and mica cabinetry. It was as though he wanted the guys making mica furniture to fail as no one could achieve the time schedules imposed on them.

We would give a cabinetmaker drawings of what was needed and how much time allocated to do the work. Depending how desperate they were for a job, many would pack their tools and leave.

Putting an ad in the paper for a cabinetmaker was a joke as he probably employed everyone in the county at one time or another. He had quite a reputation for having a bad company to work for.

Hurricane Andrew struck and the area was without power for nearly 2 weeks. The owner demanded I work outside in the sun, so I took a portable drafting board and folding table and set up in the parking lot making shop drawings for the upcoming orders.

I stayed until a door of opportunity opened and I moved on.
Often when asked who some of my previous jobs were I mentioned that place and so many knew how bad it was there.

While I wanted to say I hated working there, I always said, I disliked it.

I'm enjoying the freedom of not having a job, but my list of accomplishments seems to have fallen off the face of the earth! Quote me on this: "I'm getting less done being retired than when I was working a 50 hour a week job."

Probably 10 months ago when carrying a printer up the stairs one night, I caught the paper tray on the handrail and a screw popped out from under the machine. I've got the screw but have no idea where it actually came from. The print quality was horrible and I professed many times I'd replace the machine. Office Depot was running a sale on the newer model and offered $50 for a trade-in of any old printer. I got lucky... this one is wireless network ready so I can put the printer anywhere and use it with any computer, tablet or cellphone on my network. Is this one of my biggest accomplishments of 2020? Hmmm...

Okay, working on home renovation was a real struggle. My mother had a saying "That will take a month of Sundays to do" in that, if you could only work on something Sunday and you worked at it for 30 weeks to finish... she was right. If everything follows course that episode (sale of a house) will be over within a month. I've got tools and 40 years of memories in storage unresolved until the pandemic dissipates.

My accountant started my taxes in January and I dragged my feet so she filed extensions for me. She sent over the drafts for review 2 weeks ago and this past weekend I did the review. The final final tax papers and quarterly reports arrived this morning for me to sign. Just before the deadline for the quarterly report. An accomplishment I'm not proud of.

I was working on a large remodeling project that got shelved. The client called to make some adjustments and the boss is happy we didn't lose the sale. I'll probably take that to the next step in a week or so.

Note to self:
You actually have the time now to do what's on your mental and written list.
Need I remind you more?

Be Kind

Yes, it seems obvious, but it’s easy to get frustrated with someone you love, who doesn’t seem to be getting over “it,” whatever “it” may be. It’s natural to feel yourself losing your temper, when this is something you think you could handle so much better.

Everyone goes through those times, and the best way to ride the rough waves is to endure them. It can be done; your loved one will survive, but he also needs to know it’s okay for him to let himself hurt. He can’t be in such a rush to “get over it” that he tamps the hurt down, where it can fester and make the future even worse.

So remember: Be kind when you’re looking for the
right words of encouragement to one you love. You will find the right thing to say. Just put yourself in their place, and imagine how you’d feel if you were on the receiving end of your words... #Jt