Cancer Survivor, writing about Health and Fitness as you age

The eyebrow pencil Just a short post after some very heavy weeks. I recently went into the pharmacy looking for an eyebrow pencil - the kind of thing you would use if you wanted to fill in sparse eyebrows. I do have sparse eyebrows and eyebrow pencil is my friend. The first product I was shown was about $9. I immediately said that was the wrong kind of eyebrow pencil for me. The assistant next suggested that I could use eye shadow to "powder in" my eyebrows. Price $6. I felt I needed to clarify what exactly I needed, some black/dark brown thing I could use to pencil in my eyebrows (like maybe a 6B pencil, but for eyebrows. Would 6B even work?).  She then showed me something else that said "Eyebrow pencil" on the side. It was about 3/4 the length of a pencil and 1/2 the width and the other end of the pencil had a little brush attachment so you could brush your brows after you pencil them in. At $4 it was still too much for me. Finally I saw what I was

This year, my children lost both of their grandfathers. It has been a very sad year for us so far, so on Father's Day this year I wanted to share a little about our fathers. They both went too suddenly. We can hardly believe they are gone. Ich liebe dich Papa. I love you Daddy. Below : a few words, each with a story, to remind us. Below : a few pictures, each with a story,  to remind us. Turning Torso, Sweden The last mango And finally, I learnt this ditty in primary school and would sing for my father. It makes me cry. Oh my Papa* Oh, my Papa, to me he was so wonderful, Oh, my Papa, to me he was so good. No one could be so gentle and so lovable, Oh, my Papa, he always understood. Gone are the days when he could take me on his knee And with a smile he'd change my tears to laughter. Oh, my Papa, so funny, so adorable, Always the clown so funny in his way. Oh, my Papa, to me he was so wonderfu

This end of school is a bit of a milestone: big son will be off to high school. Perhaps an apt post for Independence Day. Big son will be a bit more independent as will little son. I am grateful they are still good buddies despite the age difference and big teenage son still tolerates little son. I took this picture to remind me how well they get on, (even though they are not holding hands like they usually do),  and also because this may be the last time big son gets to walk little one into school. Ever. Sweet memories. Have an enjoyable 4th of July. Follow me on Twitter @AustinTrini and Instagram @AustinTrini . **This site uses cookies **