Who came up with the process of doing hair?
To me, I feel that the process is backwards. First you wash your hair in the morning, put some kind of product (mouse, gel, hair spray) in your hair. Blow dry/curl/straighten/style, then your hair is ready for the day. At the end of the night, your hair is dirty from the day/night and all the product in it. Then you have to wash your hair again.
It's just not right. Being that I have curly/frizzy (depending on the weather) hair, I just pull my hair back a lot and skip the product. But there are those days/nights that I have to look like more than a mom, so I go through the routine. And I hate sleeping with product in my hair when I go to bed so I find myself washing my hair twice in one day. Very counter productive.
Since I don't wash my hair everyday, I have to come up with a new routine. I think next time I'll wait for the third day of not washing my hair, get it wet and then apply the product. That way I will be able to wash out the product after the evening is done. I could be crazy, but I hope I'm not the only one that has this problem.
Life with three children and a dog is a journey with multiple hats. All these hats might not fit perfectly, but I pop a seem or restitch one where needed in my attempt to be an everyday woman.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
Oil vs Soap
Why is it when I get some kind of oily stain (bacon grease splatter, oil splatter, melted butter drip, sauce spillage) on my clothing it has to be a newer piece of clothing?
Usually I'm able to get these kind of stains out by rubbing dish soap into the stain before washing the piece of clothing (the soap usually has to be applied right away). Occasionally, one will slip by me and I wash before applying the special dish soap trick. With my luck, it ends up being a new shirt with the stain in an extremely obvious spot. Yes you guessed it. Just above my right breast. On the positive side, it was only the size of a penny.
My options are:
Option 1: Throw the piece of clothing out.
Option 2: Try washing it again.
Option 3: Wear the shirt and pretend the stain happened that day and you haven't been home to change.
Yeah I went with Option 3. Why let a new shirt go to waste.
Usually I'm able to get these kind of stains out by rubbing dish soap into the stain before washing the piece of clothing (the soap usually has to be applied right away). Occasionally, one will slip by me and I wash before applying the special dish soap trick. With my luck, it ends up being a new shirt with the stain in an extremely obvious spot. Yes you guessed it. Just above my right breast. On the positive side, it was only the size of a penny.
My options are:
Option 1: Throw the piece of clothing out.
Option 2: Try washing it again.
Option 3: Wear the shirt and pretend the stain happened that day and you haven't been home to change.
Yeah I went with Option 3. Why let a new shirt go to waste.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Fell Short
I know that running is self inflicted pain (the hubby constantly reminds me about this and he can't understand why I do it), but I continue to train for this half marathon. I now know that after ten miles it is all pain. There is no runners high, no in the zone, just plain pain for me. In the attempt to make it to 12 miles today, I fell short at 11.5 miles. Not bad, but I did have to stop at a gas station to get a cup of water and I ran out of steam going up a huge hill on the 11th mile. So my time wasn't exactly great. At the 11th mile, I actually contemplated whether there would be a chance to get an epidural while running (my favorite drug in world). Rationally I know this is impossible, but it crept into my mind none the less.
I'm trying not to complain about the weather, but man does it have to be 80 degrees. Not exactly prime temp for running a lot of miles. I planned the half marathon in April assuming the temps would be in the 50s (my favorite temp to run in). I actually avoid any races in the summer unless it is a triathlon (obviously because I get to swim).
Now I will have to rest my poor skin and bones for the rest of the afternoon until it is time to pick up the girls for their dentist appointments. Well at least it's not my dentist appointment.
Have a great day and enjoy the weather!
I'm trying not to complain about the weather, but man does it have to be 80 degrees. Not exactly prime temp for running a lot of miles. I planned the half marathon in April assuming the temps would be in the 50s (my favorite temp to run in). I actually avoid any races in the summer unless it is a triathlon (obviously because I get to swim).
Now I will have to rest my poor skin and bones for the rest of the afternoon until it is time to pick up the girls for their dentist appointments. Well at least it's not my dentist appointment.
Have a great day and enjoy the weather!
Friday, March 16, 2012
Running my Skin Off
I've actually never ran more than 8 miles before. Training for a half marathon has been interesting. I have to make it to 12 miles before the race in April. Since the weather has warmed up to highs of 70's this week, I was excited to venture on to my 10 mile run. I pulled out the shorts and baseball cap, a big change from the running pants, fleece, headband for my ears, and gloves. By the tenth mile, I'm feeling the pain in my feet. The blisters are forming on the inside of the ball of each foot, but I push on. Not until I get home do I realize how bad my shorts were rubbing against my inner thigh on one leg. Funny how the endorphins kick in and the pain doesn't show up until afterwards. I thought no big deal, I have a little chaffing going on until I take a look at all the chaffing going on. I had on the inside of both my arms where my shirt was rubbing against my skin, but the worst was on my one leg.
By the next day, my leg was scabbing over. My shorts had literally scrapped off the top layer of my skin. I couldn't even wear jeans. I had to wear soft material pants all day.
Note to self: No pain. No gain. That is after 10 miles.
I will be switching to new shorts for my 11 mile run.
By the next day, my leg was scabbing over. My shorts had literally scrapped off the top layer of my skin. I couldn't even wear jeans. I had to wear soft material pants all day.
Note to self: No pain. No gain. That is after 10 miles.
I will be switching to new shorts for my 11 mile run.
Dream Analysis
Everywhere is dark. My heart is beating so rapidly I'm disorientated. Realizing I'm in a room, but panic starts to set in. I don't know where I am, what day it is or what time it is?
Have you ever woken from a dream and felt like this?
Last night, I was startled awake during a battle in Scotland back in the 1700's where men still wore kilts on a daily basis and I was full of blood and danger was after me. Not sure if the blood was mine or someone else's, but I ached all over, muscles, bones even the hair on the top of my head. The deep seeded feeling of death lingered in the room as I realized I was still in the 21st century in my cozy bedroom at 2:00 am in the morning. Relieved, I still had access to a washer and dryer because I never want to have to do laundry by hand without running water.
Okay so this dream was brought on by a book I just finished that took place during the 1700's in Scotland that involved time travel (I really enjoyed the book). Definitely a lot of action in packed fighting that went on. Now the soreness comes from running ten miles the day before (part of my training for my half marathon I'm running in April). And the blood, well...(Warning: All men skip to the next paragraph)...that's just the regular unwanted friend who decides to visit every month. My dreams tend to become more vivid during this kind of visitation.
It always amazes me how real dreams can feel. The impact stays with me for several days afterward. Weird how our brains can play tricks on reality.
Well enjoy the good weather!
Have you ever woken from a dream and felt like this?
Last night, I was startled awake during a battle in Scotland back in the 1700's where men still wore kilts on a daily basis and I was full of blood and danger was after me. Not sure if the blood was mine or someone else's, but I ached all over, muscles, bones even the hair on the top of my head. The deep seeded feeling of death lingered in the room as I realized I was still in the 21st century in my cozy bedroom at 2:00 am in the morning. Relieved, I still had access to a washer and dryer because I never want to have to do laundry by hand without running water.
Okay so this dream was brought on by a book I just finished that took place during the 1700's in Scotland that involved time travel (I really enjoyed the book). Definitely a lot of action in packed fighting that went on. Now the soreness comes from running ten miles the day before (part of my training for my half marathon I'm running in April). And the blood, well...(Warning: All men skip to the next paragraph)...that's just the regular unwanted friend who decides to visit every month. My dreams tend to become more vivid during this kind of visitation.
It always amazes me how real dreams can feel. The impact stays with me for several days afterward. Weird how our brains can play tricks on reality.
Well enjoy the good weather!
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