Here Comes the Tornado by Cindy Sheehan

Here Comes The Tornado

Cindy Sheehan

Cindy Lee Miller was born on July 10, 1957, in Inglewood, Ca. She was the oldest child of Dennis, an electrician, and Shirley, a stay-at-home mom (or "housewife" as they would say back in 1957).

Cindy grew up in Bellflower, Ca. with her sister, Dede and brother, Scott. The Millers were firmly ensconced in the working-poor class and the siblings can recall many times when the electricity was turned off for weeks at a time and a few evictions before their parents split in 1976.

Cindy Lee Miller (a loan adjustor at Security Pacific National Bank—which was long ago consumed by BofA) became Cindy Lee Sheehan on April 30, 1977, when she married, Patrick Thomas Sheehan (a hardware salesman). Patrick and Cindy began their family on May 29, 1979, when their cherished firstborn, Casey, was born. Then, bam, bam, bam—in quick succession, three more children followed: Carly, Andy and Jane.

By all accounts, the Sheehans were a relatively happy lower middle-class family on the Left Coast. Those days, before Cindy went to her "reward," the Sheehans would have been identified as Catholic and Democrat who were quietly pro-choice and loudly pro-fun. Happy, that is, until April 04, 2004 at 9:01pm, which was the day and time that Cindy died.

April 4th of that year was a beautiful Sunday (Palm, that is) and Cindy awoke worried, but seemingly at peace, about the fact that her dearest oldest child Casey was stationed somewhere in Iraq. Since he had deployed in mid-March, Cindy had been distracted, tearful, sleepless, and without much of an appetite. Casey had been gone before on trips with his Scout Troop and Church youth group (once even to Europe), and Cindy had worried like any mother would, but she discovered quickly that worrying about a child camping up at Yosemite or camped in the heat of an Iraqi desert were two very different things.

The final time Cindy and Casey had spoken, Cindy begged Casey to be careful and he assured her he would. Cindy semi-jokingly told Casey that she would break his legs or take him to Canada and he said that he didn’t want to go, but the “sooner I go, Mom, the sooner I’ll be home.”

On the day she died, Cindy even remarked to Casey’s next youngest sibling, Carly, that it was the first day since Casey left that she felt happy and energized. Boy, Cindy got a lot done that day: laundry, house-cleaning, shopping for food and other assorted tasks one does on a sunny Sunday.

The other three children were out and about around dinnertime, so Patrick grilled up something on the George Foreman grill that Casey had given him on a previous birthday, and Pat and Cindy sat down to a quiet Sunday dinner watching CNN, as was their custom—thinking that watching CNN actually made them “well informed.”

No sooner had Cindy taken her first bite when a burning Humvee popped up on the screen and Pat and Cindy were told that “eight U.S. troops were killed in Baghdad” that day. Cindy’s heart turned to ice and spitting the bite back out on her plate (that was positioned on the oak coffee table that had held hundreds of loads of folded laundry and which also doubled as a tent, launch ramp, car track, coloring table and other assorted kid activities) and croaked out: “one of them was Casey.”

Visibly shaken, Pat started to scream at the air, because he was not really upset with Cindy: “stop it, you don’t even know where Casey is stationed yet, and he’s a mechanic, and there’s tens of thousands of troops there, chances are it wasn’t Casey!”

“I don’t care what you say, I know one of them was Casey,” Cindy cried.

“He’s going to be there for a year, you need help if you are going to think that every report of every soldier wounded or killed is Casey,” Pat answered.

That was it for dinner and Cindy sat around for the rest of the evening waiting for a call or something telling her that her beloved son was dead. Around 8:30, that call hadn’t come, so, feeling sheepish about her relief, knowing that some mother's son had been killed that day—she took the family’s two dogs, Chewy, a brown and white Shih-Tzu, and Buster, Chewy’s black and white son, for their nightly walk.

In those days before she died, Cindy would just have to start thinking that it was time to walk the dogs and Buster and Chewy would become excited and start to jump around—that evening was no exception.

However, this night on the walk around their normal route, Cindy cried the entire time thinking of Casey and she had just decided that the next day she would see if there was some kind of support group at the nearest US military base, Travis AFB, when she rounded the corner of the garage and she could see, through the open screen door, her worst nightmare in horrible living color standing there: three military man gathered together, as if mustering for an attack on her small world, indeed they were about to make it come crashing down around her.

Cindy knew in her heart that The Army would not come to visit unless Casey was already dead and as she finished the last few steps of the routine walk, the world started to spin and her legs began to turn into rubber and she somehow made it just inside the front door.  

Before Cindy fell on the floor and died, she glimpsed her oldest daughter, Carly, standing close to the door having just returned from work with a look of profound shock on her face, and then she saw Casey’s dad, Pat, hands frozen in time where he had been folding a pair of his slacks.

The day, Casey Austin Sheehan, born on John F. Kennedy’s birthday in 1979, was killed in the illegal and immoral war of choice in Iraq exactly 36 years after Martin Luther King, Jr., was assassinated, was also the day his mother, Cindy, passed away.

Cindy lay on the floor doubled over in agonizing pain—screaming so hard she felt like a blood vessel in her brain would surely burst.
To say that Cindy’s heart broke that day would be an inadequate way to describe what happened.

Cindy’s heart wasn’t merely broken it was shattered, spindled, folded and mutilated. The intense emotional pain is felt physically and as Cindy lie on the ground that April evening she prayed to a cruel god to take her also.

One can recall the days when a pimple on picture day in junior high school or when your main squeeze of two weeks dumped you seemed like the end of the world. Before Casey was killed, the Sheehans had money problems and minor teenage angst, which seemed pretty terrible at the time; however, Cindy had nothing at all to compare with the sickly unnatural phenomena of having a child precede her in death.

I said "Cindy died," but obviously I am alive and well. I can assure you, though, dear reader, that any resemblance to the Cindy of April 3rd, 2004 and the Cindy of today is purely physical. Yes, I look like pre-disaster Cindy, but I don’t act like her in any way, shape or form.

After my son was killed, I was paralyzed or immobilized with grief. I spent all day every day laying on the love seat in the same living room that had been visited by Uncle Sam’s Messengers of Death with my long legs propped up on one arm of the love seat. I would stare for hours at my legs, knees and feet and marvel at the fact that they could move and had substance, when I felt dead inside.

In the first months of my bereavement, I had an unreasonable hatred of the sun. Usually after a sleepless night, I would wonder how it was possible for the sun to rise every morning when my own son was interred in his permanent grave just a few miles away? How could everything and everyone in the world look and act so normally when my entire existence now seemed so profoundly abnormal?

To help my sleeping problem, a well-meaning, but idiotic health care provider prescribed some sleeping pills for me. What doctor’s manual gives the stamp of approval for giving a grieving mother a 'script for “suicide in a brown-tinted, plastic bottle?" Every night, I would go to the cupboard and pull out my bottle of Ambien, take the prescribed dosage and then use every ounce of strength and energy I had to do battle with myself to not consume every pill in the bottle. There was Evil Cindy sitting on one shoulder telling me that the “pain is too much for anyone to bear, much less a weakling like yourself.” Then the Good Cindy would chime in saying, “Your children already lost their brother. How could you selfishly take your own life and make theirs harder?” Well, Good Cindy obviously won the debate every night, because I am still here, and some people would argue, “Everything happens for a reason.”

The rest, as they also say, is history.

One afternoon, about three weeks after Casey and I died, Carly came out into the living room from her bedroom, to find me prone on on the love seat in my new-normal position and said: “Mom, would you like to hear a poem I wrote.” I was in deep pain, but I was then and still am the consummate mother, so I said: “Of course, honey.” I didn’t know that poem was about to give me another incentive, besides my surviving children, to live.

Carly’s Poem
Have you ever heard the sound of a mother screaming for her son?
The torrential rains of a mother's weeping will never be done
They call him a hero, you should be glad that he's one, but
Have you ever heard the sound of a mother screaming for her son?

Have you ever heard the sound of a father holding back his cries?
He must be brave because his boy died for another man's lies
The only grief he allows himself are long, deep sighs
Have you ever heard the sound of a father holding back his cries?

Have you ever heard the sound of taps played at your brother's grave?

They say that he died so that the flag will continue to wave
But I believe he died because they had oil to save
Have you ever heard the sound of taps played at your brother's grave?

Have you ever heard the sound of a nation being rocked to sleep?
The leaders want to keep you numb so the pain won't be so deep
But if we the people let them continue another mother will weep
Have you ever heard the sound of a nation being rocked to sleep?

Wow, Carly’s poem stunned me, yet I once again felt a deep thrill of life course through my body after she read it—she said it took her about 10 minutes to write. If I were a religious person, I would say that the angels inspired her, because in a little over a year, I moved from the love seat in my living room to a ditch outside of George Bush’s ranch in Crawford, TX.

This is where the “Tornado” part comes in.

Since Casey was killed, I (a dedicated, law-abiding citizen) have been arrested about 15 times for abiding the original law of this nation: The Constitution. I believe that I also obey a higher law than that of the U.S. Constitution: the law of Human Rights.

It is our Human Right, to exercise our free speech and to peaceably protest the crimes of our government. As a matter of fact, I would argue that it’s not just a right, but also a sacred responsibility to do so.

All of my actions, arrests, letters, articles, radio shows, protests, running for Congress, and on and on, will not bring my sweet Casey back, but I feel, as I shirked my duty to him, I have a duty to humanity, now. I not only feel, but have been told, that my activism has saved lives by preventing other “Caseys and Cindys” from making the same terrible mistake we did by not trying harder to keep Casey out of the military to be used as a disposable tool for profit.

If anyone told me less than eight years ago that I would be standing up to authority and not cowering in front of it (no matter what the political party, or badge number of said authority) and that I would have spent many a night in jail with prostitutes, drunk drivers, drug users, other petty accused criminals and fellow activist colleagues, I would have choked on my belly-laughter.

My life before we were killed was being a chauffeur for my children and sometimes working at three jobs just to help make ends meet. Since our deaths, I have met world leaders, actors, musicians, intellectuals, politicians, and even shared a couple of stages with my pretend boyfriend, Jackson Browne. But the coolest thing that ever happened was the day I discovered that I, Cindy Sheehan, had a Secret Service name!

For those of you who don’t know—everyone the Secret Service protects, (like the President and Vice President) has a “code name.” Well, I guess I was elevated to special status when I became the virtual (and best-known) stalker of the 43rd President of the USA, George Bush!

In the summer of 2005, when Camp Casey (named after my son) began, we camped in the ditches of Prairie Chapel Road and in a vacant lot near the faux-ranch that was donated to us—well, after the first year, the county where Crawford is situated passed what were informally known as the “Cindy Sheehan Ordinances,” which prohibited sleeping, eating, using porta-potties, or camping along roads in the county. Consequently, never to be deterred, I bought five acres about five miles from the Secret Service checkpoint to Bush’s converted pig farm cum Flying Photo-Op Ranch.

The summer of 2006 was spent sleeping, eating, and working at Camp Casey III and shuttling protesters back and forth between our peace camp and the checkpoint. Well, that summer, I almost died from female problems, and before I went into the hospital for emergency surgery, I was protesting out at the checkpoint in the 100-degree plus central Texas heat (plus humidity) with the others. However, every time the shuttle van drove to drop someone off, or pick someone up, I went with it, to go back to camp to use the facilities.

Well, after about the 4th or 5th trip, my dear Dallas friend, Diane, who had been near the Secret Service protesting all day, ran up to me and very excitedly said, “Cindy, this is the coolest thing—you have a secret service Code Name!”

“How do you know?" I asked.

“Every time you left, they would say, ‘so and so has left’ into their walkie-talkies and every time you came back, they would say, ‘so and so has returned.”

Well, I have already given away my Secret Service code name—it was, “The Tornado.”

I have had many people say to me or write to me that it’s one thing for me to be a political gadfly, and he/she would “love to do what you do, but I am not Cindy Sheehan.”

I always assure them that before I arose from the dead on April 04, 2004, I wasn’t “Cindy Sheehan” either.

It’s very true that by dying, my son gave birth to his true mom, CINDY SHEEHAN. However, I know that the ability to be brave in the face of danger and adversity and to go from being terrified of public speaking to speaking at rallies in front of tens of thousands, and so on, must have always been in me. It’s just a damned shame that it took a tragedy of such immense proportions to bring them out.

I think many in the so-called 1% want us down here in the 99% to believe that “one person cannot make a difference.” I am living proof that’s just pure bullshit.

If, I can accomplish the things I have been able to, trust me, the ability to do so resides in almost every single person on this planet.

You just have to define what your cause is and get off of your metaphorical love seat and start trying to make a difference.

If you do TRY, I can give you my money-back guarantee that you WILL.

This is my submission to an essay contest that Michael Moore is sponsoring.


Wish me luck!

Transcendent by Wendy Swore - an Interview

Product Details
 Transcendent: Tales of the Paranormal
Don't forget to enter all the giveaways from yesterday, here. (You have until Jan. 3rd.) and.....

There is a giveaway of Transcendent at the bottom of this blog. Good luck!

This is an awesome anthology of stories by 7 different awesome authors, three of which I know personally- Wendy Swore, Lani Woodland and Melanie Marks. You will love this book and at only .99 cents, you'll love it even more.

Today I am focusing on just one, Wendy, our farmer-girl.
The fun interview:

Me: To write such an interesting book, you must be an interesting person. What are some fun facts about you?

Wendy:  I'm a third degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do. I still sometimes teach afterschool classes.  I also run a farm and can pick 42 ears of corn a minute. (Thus the Goddess of the Corn title to my blog) 

Me: I'll have to bone up on my corn picking skills and challenge you to a contest next summer. Give us some more.

Wendy: I speak Spanish (I taught my husband to say I love you & kiss me--gotta learn the important stuff first.)  When I was 18, I lived in Spain and visited England, Poland & Sweden (I used my life savings to pay for that semester abroad.) My dad was a crop duster so we followed his work, moving from Sacramento CA, to Walla Walla WA, to Logan UT, to Portland Or, to Pocatello ID. 

Me:Such a cool experience! I'm sure every penny you spent was going abroad was worth it.
Tell me about your rocking book.

Wendy:  It's a YA paranormal anthology with 8 stories from 7 different authors. It's getting great reviews from awesome authors like Ali Cross, Tristi Pinkston, Elana Johnson, Karen Hoover, and more! They love it, and I'm thrilled! I have 2 stories in the book: Strike, and Spectre. Strike is about a girl who witnesses a boy getting struck by lightning--an event that blasts his soul right out of his body and into something else.... In Spectre, two girls are thrilled to find the perfect decorations for their homecoming party, but when darkness falls, the d├ęcor comes to life.

Me: They sound amazing! I have Transcendent loaded on my Nook and can't wait to read it. 
I know there are some giveaways out there celebrating the launch. What are they?

Wendy:  There are 2 awesome giveaways with loads of SWAG to celebrate the release. One is on my blog, (Hurry! it ends on January 3rd) and the other is sponsored by the publisher and includes copies of Watched! it ends January 15th.

Me:  I love the sound of that! Is it only for teens and where can everyone get their hands on it?

Wendy: It's a totally clean read so you can feel safe giving it to all your friends and family. You can find it here:

· Paperback on Amazon:

· eBook on Kindle: Purchase today for $0.99!

Me: Go out and get it everyone! Thank you so much for being a guest on my blog.

Wendy: Thanks for having me, Cindy! How about we give away an eCopy of Transcendent on your blog?

Me: I'd love to.  Okay everyone. Make sure you're a follower and leave me a comment that you follow and 1 thing you learned about Transcendent or Wendy and I'll pick a winner on the 4th. Happy New Year everyone!  

As an added are 5 random fun things (not about Wendy....hee hee hee) 

1. Patricia Briggs Mercy series novels (my favorites!)
2. Sushi (Yum!)
3. Naps (what are those again?)
4. November 1st, my favorite day of the year (the day I'm done farming).
5. Uninterrupted time in the bath. (*dreams of the day when that'll happen*)

Did you like this interview? It sure was fun to do. Did you enter to win Transcendent. Good luck and make sure you enter the other awesome giveaways from Yesterday, here. Like 200 ways to win.

Happy New Year

Red Stars Balloons images

Wishing you all a Happy and Safe New Year

The Mailbox Post

Its hard to believe that this will be my last mailbox post of 2011. Where did the time go? It just felt like yesterday I was writing my first mailbox post of 2011.

This week I didn't receive any books in the mail nor  did I buy any books this past week. Although I did place an order with Book Closeouts Canada because they had a huge boxing day sale and I was able to nab a few books that I have been eyeing for under $3 each and those are hardcovers. So that will probably come in the new year.

Speaking of the new year I want to wish all my readers a happy and joyous New Year and all the best for 2012. I wish you much happiness and great reading.

I would also love to thank all the great reps and publishing houses that I work with for sending me some many great books in 2011. Looking forward to working with you again in 2012.

To all the great bloggers out there  who have shared their love of reading with us and for sharing their reviews of so many great books. My wallet appreciates it HEHE.

See you 2012.

Happy New Year! Let's Celebrate!

Awesome new giveaway today through Jan. 3rd.

Giveaways Galore! 
Happy New Year!!

Are you a writer or want to become one? Come to an awesome workshop Jan. 21st in Orem, Utah from 9-2:30. You won't want to miss this. Click here to join the fun.

What do you need to have a chance to win a $10 Barnes and Noble gift card?

Easy EntryDo them all in under 1 minute.

1. Follow this blog -mandatory
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**Leave me a comment here with what entries you did and your email so I can notify you if you win.
You only have until the 3rd. good luck!

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Just go, Pelosi! by Cindy Sheehan

"Don't worry, my love, impeachment is off the table."

Cindy Sheehan for Congress paid thousands of dollars at the end of my campaign in 2008 to post this photo in the San Francisco Chronicle. To us, it showed the hypocrisy and hopelessness of the "opposition" parties in the Federal Government. Pelosi would not impeach George Bush because they were cut from the same expensive silk cloth--the pattern is the only thing that differed.

Both Pelosi and Bush come from political families with long pedigrees of exploitation and cronyism--George's time in office enriched many of his and Cheney's business associates (and themselves) and Pelosi's tenure has also proven to be profitable for her family and friends. Both are shameless frauds, but they are only two of the most recognizable and notorious.

Today, I was sent an article that was posted on a site called BigGovernment where Nancy's daughter, Alexandra (documentarian of slime ball, Bush), noted that her mother desperately wants to leave Congress, but her (I am not making this up) "donors" want her to stay. 

First of all, why did Alexandra say, "donors" instead of "constituents?" Isn't the very definition of prostitution one where someone is performing a task or duty solely for money--where a benefit is conferred? Well, with Pelosi's inside trading and conferring of government pork to her friends and family, she certainly has perfectly played the part of political-prostitute.

Secondly, why is Ms. Alexandra Pelosi "leaking" this information at this time? I think the traitor Pelosi should leave Congress, and as a matter of fact, flee the country in disgrace, but I have discovered in my short public life that very little happens by "accident." Nancy Pelosi has grabbed power by the balls and has wielded it simultaneously as a weapon and a carrot. By all reason, when she blew her stint as House Speaker, she should have resigned, or at the very least, had her leadership stripped from her--but no, she clawed her way back up to the top. Nancy is no long, suffering public servant. She is a full-member of the political corruption machine. I don't have the answer to my own question, but when one reads the article, if one has a brain--we can see that Alex didn't just let this little nugget of info slip.

With even establishment adoring, 60 Minutes, highlighting the former Speaker's financial indiscretions, I think that, "Spending more time with the family," is just code for: "Oops, I got caught and I better leave before I am forced out."

Has Nancy's Robber Class depravity finally caught up with her? 

Is she just the lead rat leaving the sinking ship of state?

I am no fan of any career politician and I think most of the 535 members of Congress should resign in disgrace, but I have a particular disgust for the fraudulent Pelosi who is still unbelievably heralded or denounced at some kind of far-leftist from a far-left district.

Oh, yeah?

Spend two years living in that "far-left" bastion of the status quo and running for Congress on a truly progressive-left platform and you will also discover the truth.


I'm a little fighter

I'm a little fighter in the big ocean

although I'm a little girl

I'm not afraid

and I well keep fighting  

Happy New Year

Happy New Year ;)

The Soapbox: Ahead of the Curve!

2009 started with so many people hope-notized with the promise of a kindler, gentler emperor of the U.S.A.

Even though I was running against Nancy Pelosi in San Francisco, I never bought the empty-rhetoric and lies of the Obama campaign and felt that it was the responsibility of my independent campaign for Congress to expose the hypocrisy and similarities of the "two" party system.

In the end, about 49,000 voters in California's 8th district believed in me and my message, but over 130,000 still believed that Pelosi and her ilk were the answer to the problems that she and her ilk created. So, jobless, I decided to begin a radio show... Cindy Sheehan's Soapbox.

Three days after Obama was elected, he ordered the first of many of his notorious drone strikes in Northern Pakistan killing dozens of people and I sent the image above to my email contacts with an article denouncing those strikes: instead of support, I was thoroughly attacked and told such things as, "You should give Obama a chance." Really? Like the "chance" he gave those innocent people in Pakistan?

So, the people who were my comrades and partners in "crime" for the horrible years of the Bush presidency became my opposition in the beginning of the horrible years of the Obama presidency--although many of the people who have a working set of brains between their ears have come around full-circle to where I was in 2008 and before: There's very little difference between Frick and Frack at the top of the political dungheap in the U.S. and we have seen the rising of a movement against corporate greed that needs to grow to be logically against the twin parties of greed, war, and corruption. 

Please listen to one of our first shows with Matt Gonzalez (Ralph Nader's Candidate for VP in 2008 and Brother Larry Pinkney from the Black Commentator). 

And try not to get fooled again!

Make a Donation to Cindy Sheehan's Soapbox

Under the Never Sky by Veronica Rossi - A Review

What I'm reading now - Under the Never Sky by Veronica Rossi
Go enter a huge book giveaway here.

Under the Never SkyThis book echoed of the Ugly series to me. I loved the Ugly series.

Aria lives in Reverie where the governement protects the people and provides their every need at the cost of their freedom. The citizens use an eyescreen to escape reality and live in a virtual world which takes over their lives.They do not experience life like we do.

Of course many in the pods want to experience what they aren't allowed to and Aria sneaks out with a girl friend and two boys, including the son of a political leader, to explore the old ways.Something snaps in the boys and they try to hurt her. In the struggle, a fire breaks out and everyone's lives are in danger. Not only must she escape the boys, but also the fire. She is knocked out and someone saves her.

The son of the powerful man in politics is the one that freaked out and tried to hurt Aria and to protect him, the father expels her from the safety of the pods into the death shop.Now she must become one of them, the outsiders, that she has feared her whole life. She must learn to survive. Luckily, a cute guy is there to help her on her journey.

Unfortunately, she ends up having sex with the boy and it makes it seem like it is normal and natural with no consequences whatsoever. She's a teen for heaven's sake-there are always consequences.

So, thumbs down for teens and because the sex is not graphic, thumbs up for adults.

I like the world Rossi has created and look forward to the sequel.

Send a note to Lynne Stewart!


To my hero, Lynne Stewart

REG. NO. 53504-054
PO BOX 27137
FT. WORTH, TX 76127

Dear Lynne,

It was so wonderful and inspiring to receive your holiday greeting! I think of you and the injustice that you are experiencing and the grace and dignity that you show in a situation that would cripple many people.
I also send healing thoughts and love for your health issues and hope you are getting good care in prison.

My friends and supporters also send love and holiday greetings back to you.

To address something that you said in your note: yes, the Occupy Movement is very righteous and has some powerful grievances against the criminal elite class in this country and the world. But if I see a weakness in the movement, it’s that it doesn’t want to make any demands and enforce them with the power of its numbers and it seems to not want to hear the wisdom of the elders. If there’s one thing that I have learned, it’s that we don’t have to reinvent the wheel every time we begin a new action.

2011 was a terrible year for police state oppression and war. On my radio show, I have spoken with the families of or legal representatives of political prisoners, including your husband, Ralph. I just returned from Cuba where I attended a symposium on the Cuban 5. I know that you know that George Bush and his regime didn’t invent any of these tactics and it’s so demoralizing to many people that Obama is continuing them: including allowing your unjustifiable incarceration and that of Bradley Manning.

My hope for 2012 is that the people’s movement that is arising addresses more the issues of war and peace and the alarming nature of the rise of the oppressive police state here at home.

You are loved and may 2012 return you to your loved ones and freedom!

In, love, peace, solidarity and admiration!

Cindy Sheehan

Make a Donation to Cindy Sheehan's Soapbox

Loose Buttons/Luxe Box My thoughts on the December box

 Recently I got my Luxe Box for December and I have had the chance to try out all my products so I thought that I would share my thoughts on them.
I thought that the design on the holiday card was really cute and I loved the different snow flakes that were on the card. It was super cute/

The first product that I was super excited to try was the Yves Rocher Italian Mandarin shower Gel.
Bask in beauty this holiday with the limited edition Les Plaisirs Nature Italian Mandarin collection. Fall in love with this irresistibly indulgent body wash and envelop yourself in its delicate and delicious citrus-scented lather.
I received a sample of 50ml (sample size is $4.17) and the full size is 400ml for $12 Canadian. I love Yves Rocher bath products and being able to try a sample before buying it is really nice and I think this is a scent that I would definitely buy when I am in the store again.  I found it wasn't a strong smell but a nice light fruity smell. A little goes a long way and it lathered really well. This is a thumbs up for me.

The second item was the limited edition Belgium chocolate which I thought was super cute because this wasn't just a random item that was thrown in the box it was custom made and it was delicious. I had no problems opening it up and it got devoured right after I made my vlog for the box.

I didn't use the NYX slim eye pencil because the last time I bought an eye pencil and used it I just thought it wasn't age appropriate. I felt like I was trying to be younger then what I was so I ended up passing it on to my niece who will hopefully give me her thoughts on it.
A smooth definer for your beautiful ids, this basic eyeliner blends easily and comes in a variety of shades. A staple in every one's make up bags, you can never go wrong with black!
I received the full size product of this and its 1g for $4.

The next item is DDF Advanced firming cream. (DDF=Doctors Dermatologic Formula)
Advanced formula contains the breakthrough Tumeric Complex, with glycerin, zinc and copper, that hydrates to firm and tighten, provides antioxidant protection for the moisture barrier, and promotes rapid surface cell turnover to help reverse the appearance of aging for younger looking skin.

I received a 14g sample that I was told is worth $41 (which is crazy) and the full size is 48g for $140. I had a hard time getting the product opened as the lid was on really tight which I guess is good because nothing leaked.

I didn't find the directions to be very clear on what to do. It said "Apply day and/or night to face, neck and decollete. As with all facial products avoid getting into eyes."

It went on nice and smooth with no greasy feeling and it didn't weigh down my skin like some products do. I didn't find the product to have a smell which is nice. This is a product that I will enjoy while I have the sample for. Sadly with the $140 price tag I won't be buying it anytime soon.

Then finally its the Paco Rabanne perfume samples.

Lady Million
For her, a heady bouquet of voluptupous flowers underlined with patchouli and amber.

I received what was suppose to be 1.2ml sample but I think it was much less because the sample bottle was half full. This wouldn't be a scent I would buy because I found it to be a little to strong for my liking and the price tag of $80 for 50ml is a little steep in my books.

1 Million
For him, an intense harmony of leather, white wood and amber dashed with citrus and spice.

I really enjoyed the smell of this one as I found it to be very masculine and I found it did smell good on my significant other. Although with the price tag of $58 for 50ml doesn't appeal to him. The sample size was suppose to be 1.2ml but it was half full as well.

So, personally for me I have to say that this was my least favorite box of the month. I just found that after watching a few youtube videos and seeing what others got and what I got was a huge disappointment. I am finding that the same bloggers/reviewers always seem to get the better boxes and everyone else including me seems to have gotten the bottom of the barrel. Not sure if that has to do with the fact they paid for a year or not.

Now for the Pros and Cons:

-I got to try a new Yves Rocher product which really excites me because I love Yves Rocher and now I can add a new product to my shopping and bathroom.

-This is the third month I have gotten perfume samples and my second month for getting a Paco Rabanne samples.
-The perfume samples were only half filled and honestly I probably could have gotten them at The Bay or Sears and gotten more of a sample. These weren't deluxe sized samples.
-The only full product I got was a $4 eyeliner. Really?
-The only deluxe sample I got would be the Yves Rocher shower gel and perhaps the DDF firming cream. On the website they say 4-5 deluxe sample sizes which didn't happen this month.

Since its the holiday season I guess I was expecting a huge wow factor but that didn't happen. I will try another box in January to see what its like but I am thinking if this continues I will be cancelling my subscription because they aren't delivering what they promise and I can spend my $12 a month on something else.

I know on facebook Loose Buttons has gotten alot of complaints from people like myself who aren't happy and I have to admit that it bothered me how much the ones who got the better boxes were leaving comments praising Loose Buttons and telling the ones who complained to unsubscribe if your not happy and that we all signed up for a sample service and this is what you get.

Do you feel as though I have a right to complain and offer my feedback or should I just say nothing and cancel? Please let me know what you think.

Joyful Christmas

I know I am two days late but still, I want to wish you "Merry Chirstmas"!!! I don't have much to share today except for some Christmas presents I did for this year. It was simple, really. Simple & me = goes a long way    
(wink) Be back soon!

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a letter to my friend

Dear my friend,

since I don't remember when we've grew up together in this petit planet,

and this lovely fleurs is only for you who now lives in the north pole,

I wishes you healthy and happiness everyday,

even after ten year and more.