First Night
First Night is a family oriented New Years celebration downtown. It’s one of the reasons I chose to work today. It’s mostly outside and they had industrial sized heaters, generators and light towers. Well, you know what that means, right. Sk8er Boi had to pick all that stuff up at 12:30. They told him to be there at 11:00 even though he knew they wouldn’t let him touch any of it until after midnight.
Anyway, B wanted to ride with him so they took the opportunity to join the celebration. B took a few pics. Unfortunately, her phone doesn’t do well in low light so… (clickable, as usual)
The Stilts Guy
These are New Years resolutions written on Post-Its
OK, this guy was just weird, running around dancing and gyrating, freaking teen girls out (he apparently chased two of them–all in fun) and generally acting a fool
I was worried about B not having a good New Years but it sounds like she had fun.
I, OTOH, was in bed by 9:30. If @$$hat neighbor made a lot of noise, I didn’t even hear it.
LDN:
Have I told you I love my doc? As mentioned, she was happy to give me the LDN. Had I little…a-hem…problem with the pharmacy. Dr.Z wrote the Rx for 25mg (she found it in that dose in her computer) but when I got to the pharmacy, they hadn’t filled it because “it only comes in 50mg–we looked it up!” This chick was so snarky, I wanted to slap her!!!
Anyway, I came home and PM’ed TessieAnn to find out how she gets 4.5mg out of a 50mg tablet. She kindly wrote back that one can mix it with 50ml of water and just drink 4.5ml of the mix each night. Cool, I leave a message for Dr. Z that I can do the 50mg tabs.
In the afternoon the next day, as I am about to leave to get my Rx from Snarky-Face Pharmacy, Dr. Z calls me. Yes, my doc made the phone call herself. And she had taken the time to do some research and found a pharmacy in town that specializes in making small dose capsules out of large dose tablets!!! And, my insurance covered both the capsules and their services for only the price of a generic Rx!!!
I took my first dose last night. I slept from 9:30 to 11:30 when nature called. Went right back to sleep. Woke sometime in the middle of the night and found myself 3/4 of the way onto Sk8er Boi’s side of the bed, moved back and slept until 3:30. I couldn’t go back to sleep after that, probably because I expected Sk8er Boi and B to come in the door at anytime which would wake me anyway. I was right too, the got back about 3:50. I just got up, I get up for work at 4:30 anyway.
I didn’t have any dreams that I remember. One of the side affects is supposed to be vivid dreams but I have those a lot anyway….
Work:
having major drama (none of it mine) but I’ll save that for tomorrow. Must go make something for dinner.
I remembered what I wanted to say
It’s been over a week since I got more than 5 hours sleep ans some of those nights were disrupted by tossing, turning, waking and dosing rather than actually sleeping.
I’m so tired I fell asleep sitting up in a chair at Sk8er Boi’s co-worker’s house whilst co-worker, wife, DD, DD’s, BF, Sk8er Boi and B were all playing pool and wii. It was kinda loud and I fell asleep!! We got back at 2:00 AM and I was only able to sleep ’till 7:00!!! 
Today I work ’till 6:00 and then we have to go to my parents house and pick Sk8er Boi’s jeep up from the yard on the way home. I expect it will be another short night as I have to be back at work at 6:00 AM tomorrow.
The Girls and Christmas:
Sk8er Boi left our house at 2:15 AM Christmas day and arrived at the girls’ house at about 9:00 AM. He walked into J’s room and it took her three times of asking why Dad was there and being told to look out the window before she actually woke up enough to look. Sk8er Boi says she jumped at him and cried when she saw her car sitting there.
Apparently there’s been a lot of “you can’t go ____ because it’s my car,” from the BM!!! This is, J says, why she can’t find a job: every where she’s allowed to go with BM’s car is not hiring. However, the BGM confirmed what J is just being lazy about it. BGM says she sees “help wanted” signs all over and tells J about it but nothing ever comes of it…..
The UGG boots I scored off eBay for a ridiculously low price never arrived. They were won and paid for on 12/10 and the 
didn’t even generate a tracking number until 12/16 and according to the tracking number, they are still in Istanbul, Turkey. Now, in the US, you can go to numerous shipping sites and generate a tracking number without ever setting foot in a post office. But this tracking number says Foreign Arrival at Outward Office and Foreign Acceptance so I don’t know what to think. The tracking information hasn’t changed since the 16th.
Strange things about whole thing: A) The listing said the boots would be shipped DHL but the tracking number is USPS. When I went to look at the eBay listing to confirm the shipping method I discovered B) the seller has removed the listing. Not only that, C) the seller has also removed themselves as registered eBay members. 
Before you ask, I did email PTT (thank you melikai for the info) to inquire about the package status. I have not heard back. Also, I did pay through PayPal and have already filed a claim for my money back.
Anyway, that meant that Sk8er Boi and I were at the freaking mall on Christmas Eve buying UGG boots at full price!!!
There was more I was going to write but I’m tired and can’t remember. Plus, I need to go get ready for work….
Running on empty
It’s been over a week since I got more than 5 hours sleep ans some of those nights were disrupted by tossing, turning, waking and dosing rather than actually sleeping.
I’m so tired I fell asleep sitting up in a chair at Sk8er Boi’s co-worker’s house whilst co-worker, wife, DD, DD’s, BF, Sk8er Boi and B were all playing pool and wii. It was kinda loud and I fell asleep!! We got back at 2:00 AM and I was only able to sleep ’till 7:00!!!
Today I work ’till 6:00 and then we have to go to my parents house and pick Sk8er Boi’s jeep up from the yard on the way home. I expect it will be another short night as I have to be back at work at 6:00 AM tomorrow.
The Girls and Christmas:
Sk8er Boi left our house at 2:15 AM Christmas day and arrived at the girls’ house at about 9:00 AM. He walked into J’s room and it took her three times of asking why Dad was there and being told to look out the window before she actually woke up enough to look. Sk8er Boi says she jumped at him and cried when she saw her car sitting there.
Apparently there’s been a lot of “you can’t go ____ because it’s my car,” from the BM!!! This is, J says, why she can’t find a job: every where she’s allowed to go with BM’s car is not hiring. However, the BGM confirmed what J is just being lazy about it. BGM says she sees “help wanted” signs all over and tells J about it but nothing ever comes of it…..
The UGG boots I scored off eBay for a ridiculously low price never arrived. They were won and paid for on 12/10 and the didn’t even generate a tracking number until 12/16 and according to the tracking number, they are still in Istanbul, Turkey. Now, in the US, you can go to numerous shipping sites and generate a tracking number without ever setting foot in a post office. But this tracking number says Foreign Arrival at Outward Office and Foreign Acceptance so I don’t know what to think. The tracking information hasn’t changed since the 16th.
Strange things about whole thing: A) The listing said the boots would be shipped DHL but the tracking number is USPS. When I went to look at the eBay listing to confirm the shipping method I discovered B) the seller has removed the listing. Not only that, C) the seller has also removed themselves as registered eBay members.
Before you ask, I did email PTT (thank you melikai for the info) to inquire about the package status. I have not heard back. Also, I did pay through PayPal and have already filed a claim for my money back.
Anyway, that meant that Sk8er Boi and I were at the freaking mall on Christmas Eve buying UGG boots at full price!!!
There was more I was going to write but I’m tired and can’t remember. Plus, I need to go get ready for work….
Frustrated
This is what has suddenly happened to my Danskos.
Right shoe:
See the crack?
Left shoe:
decidedly more prominent here.
I put them on the other day and noticed that both feet were rolling to the outside. These shoes were not like this the last time I wore them. It’s almost as if someone else wore them and did this to them. There’s tar on the heel of the left one too. Puts me in mind of OGM‘s experience with things disturbed in her house.
I’m a little pissed. Granted these were used when I bought them and I have no idea how much wear they had. They looked pretty new and like they had a lot of wear left but I have only worn them maybe a dozen times myself. I’m not totally heartbroken, I did not find these shoes as blissfully comfortable as some people but they might have been if I could have gotten arch supports in them. However, I do like the look of them and they were nice relatively flat shoes with enough lift to keep my longer jeans from dragging. The only other shoes I have that keep the hems of my jeans off the ground are my platform flip-flops–not great for 17°F– and heels. I have never found heels comfortable.
Now I need to find some new comfortable shoes.
J’s Car:
I know I’ve mentioned that we got J a car for a song but it needed a new motor. Well, the motor is in and it is otherwise ready except for tires and a new window motor.
Grandma sends us money every year for Christmas. It arrived yesterday as well as the second rebate card for the phones we got the girls. Sk8er Boi looked at me ans said, we have $300, we could get J’s car ready. I just looked at him. $100 of that is MY Christmas/Yule money. He just assumed that I would be happy to give it up to fix her car because of course the child has brought me so much love and joy that I couldn’t think of anything else I’d rather to do with my money! 
I’ll do it of course, he’ll own me–BIG–because it will be easier than not.
Speaking of the girls phones:
They both have dropped them to the point that the screens have started freezing on them at times and B’s wouldn’t come on after one drop. I guess she eventually got it back on but still.
I told Sk8er Boi after he got off the phone with her and said something about not being able to afford another phone: “you need to lay down the law and tell them we are not going to keep buying them phones when they can’t take care of what we’ve already gotten them!!!!”
He didn’t answer.
Comment replies, pumpkins, shoes and other stuff
Kimberlily: thanks for stopping by!! 
OGM: “Say it” was not directed at you specifically. I’m just saying.
Sir David: Thank you too for stopping by!
Spidermom: I wish I could let them roll off my back. I am far too sensitive sometimes! However, just giving myself permission not to stress about it has made a difference!
pgw: Fairyland is addictive isn’t it!
Lexy: Of course it would not be just for the hair. Good food, company, some exciting sightseeing AND a haircut sounds fabulous and if it were in the budget, I’d be there in a heartbeat!
Cinnamon Hair: I’m not sure exactly what you mean by “you like to cut, while for me cutting is a dreaded chore.” If you mean that I like to keep my hair trimmed and my hemline blunt, you’re right. I don’t like fairytale ends on me. I have not intentionally kept it at this length. I made the mistake of trying to cut layers myself and then not liking them and cutting them back out. That is why, for the last year, I haven’t gained any length.
However, I hadn’t thought about having a taper making an updo more stable….
Yes, I do braid. However, since I got the front cut, those pieces tend to work their way out of it and make it look messy and poorly done. I’m a perfectionist. I don’t like that.
Snapped just for you, one of two styles that are my usual updos:
Liluri: Yes, B and I have made great strides in our relationship. It’s actually nice to have her here now.
PatGear: Yes, it was nice.
Rae~: It has been a real challenge for me not to comb/brush/detangle my hair every 10 seconds too. As I told Cinnamon Hair, I’m a perfectionist….
Vel: The thing that has kept me from tearing into her is that I know she is a product of the BM and GBM. However, she will be 18 in one week. It’s time to start growing up. It’s time to start realizing that what they taught her is not the way of the world and she’s going to be in a world of hurt if she continues to act the way she does–not just to me but to everyone.
Hair:
I stopped washing every day nearly 4 years ago. My hair is as greasy/dirty looking on day two now as it was when I first started not washing every day. What a PITA!!! Sometimes I miss washing every day. Other time I’m grateful I don’t. Washing these days seems like such a difficult, daunting task. It’s not really once I get in there a do it. It just feels like it. You’d think I had hair the length of Cinnamon Hair‘s!! Sheesh!
I think I have made it into such a daunting task. The logic being: I have long hair, therefore, it should be a PITA to care for, right? NOT! Part of it is that I am washing at night now. After a long day at work standing for any longer (i.e. in the shower) seems very difficult to me. But I have to be at work at 6:00 AM and, being the night person that I am, I am NOT getting up any earlier than I already do!
Sam-E:
Been taking it for over a month now. After the meltdown the other day and generally feeling grumpy a lot since then, I’m debating whether to continue. It’s expensive stuff!!
However, it’s also supposed to have detoxing effects. I’ve been having some…ah…digestive issues lately that could or could not be from the Sam-E. I have them sometimes anyway but not usually everyday for going on a week or more. If it’s because the Sam-E detoxing, that could be the cause of the grumpiness too.
Heeltastic:
I found some at Walgreen’s. I’m actually impressed with the ingredients; no PG, no petroleum products and no parabens. Yes, I bought it just to see if it’s all that it’s cracked up to be. It’s not. It’s not doing anything that any other cream or lotion has done so I’m taking it back. I can get body butter cheaper.
Thanks about it for now:
I’ll leave you with some pics from B’s visit.
My first experience with pumpkin carving. That is, I have butchered pumpkins with a knife before but this year, we bought one of those kits with the tiny little saws. Have to say; I will never go back to a knife again!
B’s haunted house, skull and ghost “Boo” all patterns from the kit:
My flame face, another pattern:
An EllisGurl original, cat on a fence:
An my and B’s matching shoes with our neon socks:
Lastly, please keep Callie in your thoughts. She hasn’t been here in two nights and she is still very, very thin. The weather is getting cold and we are afraid she will not survive the winter unless she recovers. Unfortunately, we can’t afford another vet bill or we would take her in and get her some meds.
Feeling antisocial
*WARNING: whiny rant with some harsh words about an a fore mentioned topic*
Bite me. That was going to be the title of my blog post because that’s how I feel when I log in here and find that nobody or maybe one person has commented on my most recent post. It frustrates me to no end that I come here and write about something important in my life and nobody responds. I am instantly transported back to my school days where I am an insecure girl thinking nobody likes me and keeping my head down so the popular kids won’t notice me lest they tease me.
Often, I write here because I am looking for feedback from my friends. More and more often lately, I get very little and I feel rejected. Why is it that one person gets numerous responses when they write about what hair care product they use and I get one or none when I write about life altering event? OK, that’s an exaggeration but you get my meaning. And, yes, this is a hair-care board but you and I know that it’s also a community encompassing much, much more.
I actually got 4 whole comments on my last post but that was because I wrote about possibly cutting my hair. Every comment was telling me not to do it and the rest of the post, albeit short, was ignored.
*Disclaimer: My insecurity monster is fully out of its hiding place and running rampant. I realize that there are people out there with bigger problems than me. I realize people have their own lives and mine will never be as important. I am simply some acquaintance that most people have never met IRL. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.
*Disclaimer #2: This was not written with the intent to illicit more comments. It’s my blog and I’m writing about my feelings. I have not said anything unkind about any other members and believe I have otherwise followed the LHC guidelines.
Meltdown:
The above mentioned contributed to but certainly did not cause a major meltdown I had on Friday night. Another contributing factor was that J asked me to burn her a couple of CDs. I knew that once she had them, she would not talk to me again until the next time she wanted something. She would either ignore me or, if she was forced to interact with me (as in, she was here in town) she would flip me attitude. I feel used and it pisses me off. I should have told her “no” but that would cause problems with Sk8er Boi.
Friday, I was in a mood. I spent all day trying to download all the songs J wanted and fighting with Widows Media Player because it refused to cooperate. I was also trying to clean house because Sk8er Boi was picking up B for fall break. J, once again, chose not to come.
In the evening, I ordered Chinese for the three of us for dinner. It irritates me that this job always falls to me. I guess I have a mild phone phobia too when it comes to talking to strangers but, apparently so does Sk8er Boi and his is worse. But I digress. The girl who answers the phone at the Chinese place we order from barely speaks English. She is difficult to understand and has messed up our order two out of three times since she took over phone duty.
When our order arrived, my item was missing. I called, tried my damnedest to be as polite as possible but got frustrated with Miss. Very-Little-English very quickly. I had to repeat myself over and over and over. I had to ask her to repeat herself just as often. Now, don’t get me wrong, I absolutely do not feel that Miss. VLE is stupid or does not deserve to be here (unless she is illegally here) or anything like that. I do, however, fell like she should not be taking phone orders when the language barrier is so great.
After dinner, of which Sk8er Boi had to share his, the topic came back up and he said, “…I felt sorry for her. You were so nasty to her.” (huge emphasis on the word “nasty”) Well, that was it. Meltdown city. I went upstairs and cried for about 45 min after screaming at Sk8er Boi to leave me that he!! alone. I didn’t talk to anyone for the rest of the night and went to bed early.
I have this problem. When I am frustrated and/or angry, what comes out of my mouth sounds rude. I have no intention of sounding rude, I do not want to sound rude but I do. And the harder I try not to sound rude, the worse it gets. I do not know how to fix this.
Anyway, I cannot explain Friday’s meltdown other that the contributing factors mentioned. None of them were big enough, in my mind, to created the feelings I had that caused me to cry for a full 45 min before I could calm down. The funny thing is that I was just thinking on Thursday that the SAM-e I’ve been taking has had a positive impact on my overall mood. I guess not.
~~~~~~in other news~~~~~~
I got myself an eBookwise with my birthday money. It’s much cheaper that a Kindle or a Sony to begin with but this one was on eBay “like-new” and even cheaper still. It does not have all the bells and whistles of a Kindle or Sony but I don’t need all that. It does have what I wanted which is a backlight so I can read in bed without the light on disturbing Sk8er Boi or having to fight with those stupid little book lights that never shine where you need them to.
I am a bit miffed with the seller though. She did not include the USB cable which one needs to register the unit and one must have a registered unit to purchase books from the eBookwise site. When I asked her for it, she asked me to pay for shipping of it. It was only $2 but then she felt the need to tell me that she paid $7.50 to ship it “but that’s OK” . In my opinion, the damn thing should have been sent with the unit. I paid the $2 because I wanted it and, as I have had such problems with eBay sellers in the past, I didn’t want her to refuse to send it. I would have paid more to purchase a new one.
I have been using it and love it otherwise. It does look like new, no scratches or dings. Works like a dream.
Allow me to conform you to the masses
Hair:
you all know that I always have the idea of cutting in the back of my mind. With everybody else cutting and loving their new hair, I’ve been thinking about it more. I am not happy with my hair at the moment.
There is a stylist who is a regular at the store. The other day, I asked her what she would do with mine “if I didn’t want to lose too much length.” She immediately said layers. I made a face and explained the straight underneath hair thing. Then she mentioned some new product coming out that helps straighten hair.
I will give her that she recognized that my hair has wave/curl before I told her even though the length pulls it out. I will also give her that we didn’t have the time to discuss it much so I didn’t tell her that I didn’t want to flat iron or blow fry or otherwise spend forever “doing” my hair. Nor do I want to subject it to the damage those devices inflict.
However, I just got this feeling from her. I did not feel like she wanted to help me achieve my hair goals. It was like she was Borg and wanted to assimilate me into the hair collective. Not the person I want near my hair with a pair of scissors in hand.
More DsD phone drama:
FedEx attempted to deliver the phone the very next day. They were unable to deliver. Why? Because they moved!!!! Yes, the BM moved the girls for like the third time in a year. Granted, it’s all within the same little town but still WTF is she doing?? And the kicker, nobody saw fit to tell their father!!! This is actually typical of the BM but not the girls. They tell their dad but then he can’t go the the BM and ask about it or they will be in trouble for telling him!!! Yes, she does have the mentality of a child!
Thankfully, FedEx simply took the new address and delivered it today. Had it been UPS, the would have had to ship it back to AT&T and have them resend it with the correct address.
Updates and observations
The phone stuff:
The phone store where J lives never called me back so we made a plan with J to go to the store, call me when she got there and hand the phone to the store manager so I could throw a fit at him.
The next day, I texted J to ask if she was going and she wrote back: “I’ll try. I have stuff to do for school. I’m a busy girl” If she’d stopped at the stuff for school part, I’d have been fine with that but the “I’m a busy girl” part grated. It felt like she was saying that what she had to do was far more important that anything I might have to do.
She confirmed that attitude the next day when she was actually going to the store. She texted me before I was even scheduled to be off work to say she was on her way. I texted back that I was going to be stuck late at work but it shouldn’t be more than 20 min. She texted “well I have to go now.” Um, excuse me? I just texted “well, I can’t talk now.”
Whilst I was trying to get the stuff done that I needed to so I could leave, she texted twice and called once. I ignored them all.
When I finally got a chance to call her, she’d already talked to the sales person who told her they were not an authorized AT&T dealer and therefore could not exchange her phone. This after the person on the phone Monday actually put me on hold the check and then assured me that she could exchange it there.
So back the the customer service line where I have had oh so much success so far. I have to say that after I got transferred to the correct department, the lady there fell all over herself apologizing for troubles I hadn’t even explained to her and gave me the phone J wanted without me having to pay anything more than I already had. And she shipped the phone without requiring that they receive J’s phone back.
J should have the phone today. Maybe now we can be done with the whole flippin’ thing!!!!
The DsDs in general:
B, for sure, will be here on the 10th. J still hasn’t made up her mind if she is coming. This made it so that Sk8er Boi has to drive there to go get her/them because it would be cheaper than flying. If we’d been able to book the flight(s) further in advance, they would have been much less expensive.
I hope she doesn’t come. With all this phone drama so fresh in my memory, I’m not sure I will be able to keep from just letting her have it!!!
And Sk8er Boi is talking about going down there for J’s birthday. UGH!! I hope I can talk him out of it.
Hair:
No less than three people who’s blog I read regularly have cut recently. With as much as I think about cutting my own, I have one thing to say: PEOPLE, YOU ARE NOT HELPING!!!
I want to get to at least 30″ before I cut. Don’t ask me why.
I think something Rain’s hairdresser friend said makes a lot of sense to me too. She said:
‘a lot of people think that because they’re growing out a short cut and don’t get it shaped to fit the new length.” I’ve tried with the front “layers” but that’s just not working for me. It all goes up when I put it up anyway so the only difference is that I now have the shorter pieces coming loose and sticking out of my braid.
The problem is that I wouldn’t know where to begin to tell a stylist how to shape it. Layers, thus far, have been no good for me because from my nape to about one third up is straight but everything up from there has wave/curl so when it’s layered, that straight hair sticks out from the bottom like a sore thumb.
Besides, I don’t know who I can trust not to take too much off anymore. The stylist I went to for five years use to do OK. She always took off just a little more than I asked but up until this last time it was never more that 1/4 of an inch. This time it was a whole inch more!!!
Her DH dispatches at Sk8er Boi’s work and I’m sue he harbors some not nice feelings for Sk8er Boi the same way Sk8er Boi does for him. He has caused trouble for Sk8er Boi recently. I don’t know how much her DH’s feelings about mine would affect how she cuts my hair but, after last time, I’m not willing to chance it again.
Some interesting (to me) observations:
Ever since I stopped using antiperspirant, I have to be more diligent about using deodorant. When I am not, only my right pit will smells, never my left….
For about five years now I have been unhappy with every razor I’ve tried. I never could get a close shave. I mean literally I could feel stubble as I rinsed the shaving cream off my legs.
That was until one day when, on a whim, I picked up the disposable Soleil razor I’d placed in the shower for B. OMG I was back to getting a reasonably close shave. The difference: three blades instead of five. So for me, more blades does not equal a closer shave!!!
Birthday:
was uneventful. We had a tolerable dinner with my parents the weekend before. They were on their best behavior I guess.
ETA:
I just got a friends request on Facebook from HB’s new fiancé. UGH!!
Gahhh. I’m so sick of this phone bullcrap!!!
The little snot had the balls to text that to me today. I soooo wanted to text back that she is the cause of all “this phone bullcrap!!!”
She got her phone. The bluetooth doesn’t work. Now, after she flatly refused to have a touch screen, she’s had a chance to play with B’s and wants one too.
We have a 30 day if-you-don’t-like-it-you-can-bring-it-back warranty so no big deal except that she would have to mail it in and wait for AT&T to go through all the exchange BS which could take weeks. Or she can go into an AT&T store for the exchange. The problem with that is that the phone she wants is more expensive (by $50 that we get back with a mail-in rebate) so she’d have to have the money at the time of the exchange. I called the store to see if they would take a credit card over the phone but they were closed already. I left a voicemail. When they call back I’ll have to take the call tomorrow at work and JP will have to like it or lump it.
Hair:
Still on my head. Thinking it might be time for a trim. Thinking it might be time for a new stylist since the last time she did exactly the opposite of what I asked her to do.
NO, I changed my mind. I’m going to see if I can wait until I get to 30″ first.
Heal my heels:
I haven’t decided if it’s working any better that anything else I’ve tried. It’s only been a week.
It soaks in quickly and the peanut butter small doesn’t linger so that’s a plus.
Just Stuff
DsD:
Still haven’t talked to Sk8er Boi about J and the conclusions I have come to. I haven’t had a chance. He hasn’t been home at all this week until late in the evening or after I’ve gone to bed. After a slow summer because of the economy, work is finally picking up for them. It’s great but go figure. When I need to have a discussion with him….
Hair:
I hennaed Saturday night. I did a full head, not just the roots thins time. It sat for 8 hours but I still didn’t get as deep a stain as I got with PP from H4H. It’s deeper than when I just did the roots and left it for less time but it still looks orange to me.
I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s best for me to sleep in my henna. As much as it disturbs my sleep to have green goop and plastic on my head and to be worrying about it running down me cheek or neck and staining, it’s better for my neck than to hold my head up with two tons of henna on my hair.
Heal My Heels:
I got my stuff from GoW last last week and mixed it up. I used:
1 oz neem oil
1oz emu oil
1 oz Kokum Butter
0.2 oz Karanja oil
melted the Kokum butter, mixed the other ingredients in and allowed it to cool. I ended up adding 20 drops of cedar EO but it nothing eliminates the neem smell. I don’t think it’s that bad though; is smells like peanut butter to me–PB that’s a little funky but PB nonetheless.
It’s think a grainy but the graininess goes away as soon as it touches my skin.
Interesting:
One of the affirmations in the Love You Body audio book is about fingernails. Louise Hay writes: Quote: I love my fingernails:
My fingernails are a joy to look at. I am protected and safe. As I relax and trust life to unfold before me, my nails grow strong and hard. I love and appreciate all the wonderful details of my life. I choose the thoughts that let the minor details be handled easily and effortlessly.
I love and appreciate my beautiful fingernails. Yes, it is a little hokey and often the things are not related to the body part but if it works, I’ll roll with it.
Anyway, the point is that since I’ve started listening to it, I’ve broken my left index finger three times. Every time it starts to catch up the the other fingernails–which I don’t keep very long–I break it to the quick again. And tonight I broke the left middle fingernail past the quick to the point that it bled.
I wonder if that means I’m not handling the minor details “easily and effortlessly.”
