Lest anyone who was kind enough to leave a comment think I was being rude by not replying to the comments they left, I have no fucking clue why my replies to your comments didn't do show up.
In spite of blogging off and on since 2003 and being on the internet for 20+ years now, there's some things I still haven't figured out yet or I figure it out and then the format/user friendliness changes and I'm back to square one in my technical illiteracy.
So, I apologize for my technical failure and I do hope you come back to visit on occasion.
Yesterday, I washed my hair with a teaspoon of baking soda dissolved in twelve ounces of water and then I rinsed it with two tablespoons of white vinegar diluted in two cups of water (this acidic rinse restores the pH balance of my scalp and is necessary after the alkalinity of the baking sda), so I'm having a damn fine fucking hair day today. I had a good hair day yesterday after my hair dried. My hair has body, is fabulously shiny and smells clean and is halfway down my back. And no, I have no damage from using the baking soda as a wash because I only use it maybe once a month. This is what I attribute my hair to going back to normal growing after a year of chemo. Six months after I had finished chemo, my hair was still not growing and I hated it because all it did was stick out.
After researching hair care products, methods, and whatever else I could find, I decided on not using conventional hair care products. After all, if my hair messed up, all I had to do was shave it again and start over. Believe it or not, there have been people who did not A--believe I shaved my own head when my hair started falling out from the first (over)dose of chemo and B--wouldn't believe if I messed up my hair by these unconventional hair care methods that I would, in fact, shave my head again. (Obviously they have no fucking clue about me because when I got diagnosed, I went and got my nose pierced and they won't believe I want ink done, which I still don't have ink to cover the fugly scars on my chest because of taking a blood thinner right now. Or they don't believe at my age, I can and do walk around with my gray streak of hair colored purple.) Just because you wouldn't think of doing something unique doesn't mean I don't think and act upon doing something unique.
Just saying.
I'm rearranging my blog here and putting together a page from it for the Bunker Punk links and one for breast cancer related links since my links to other sites in the sidebar is rather long.
And speaking of links, like I said, I've been on the internet 20+ years now. I know how the reciprocation thing works. If I'm linking to someone and they actually communicate with me about it and say they will link to me in return and then don't, well, I'm going to ditch that link, especially if the person is claiming to want to help other people. Shouldn't resources like that be shared, rather than kept one sided? Wtf? If I can hunt down and find links to helpful stuff for other people who have had their lives wrecked by breast cancer, it would be pretty shitty of me not to share, even if I don't always agree with the stuff that's been posted 110% of the time on those sites, I'll still share them because what may not click with my brain may be very helpful for someone else.
I was reading about blog content on a blog. It was "write what you know" and I had to kind of laugh at that. Really? What do I know? What makes me uniquely qualified to blog when there's eleventy one gajillion other blogs out there? I suppose my perspective does. After all, there's only one me.
After 15,600+ loads of laundry, the thought occurred to me that I had a way to solve some of my laundry issues, namely the clean laundry camping out on the couch because the teenage monkeys don't want to pull their stuff out of it and then take it to their rooms to put away.
Be envious of me. I have solved my own problem. (Oh, if only I could solve my other stupid problems like having twenty five pounds of fugly steroid weight, no boobs, and the ever present dilemma of when to dust.)
Football Monkey's laundry will be done as a load. No more sorting. It will be washed, dried, and put on his bed for him to deal with.
College Monkey's laundry will be done as a load. No more sorting. It will be washed, dried, and put on his bed for him to deal with.
The husband's laundry and mine will be washed, dried, and then put on our bed for me to wrangle into submission, folded, hung, ironed, etc.
Is that a plan, or what? I feel like this genius plan, which I came up with and haven't ever incorporated into my laundry doings over 25+ years of marriage will work and should be rewarded with barn time.
Oh wait, I was planning on barn time this afternoon, anyway. Woot. Now, I wonder if I can research the pH balance of horses and figure out a really nice mane and tail care regimen for them.
In spite of blogging off and on since 2003 and being on the internet for 20+ years now, there's some things I still haven't figured out yet or I figure it out and then the format/user friendliness changes and I'm back to square one in my technical illiteracy.
So, I apologize for my technical failure and I do hope you come back to visit on occasion.
Yesterday, I washed my hair with a teaspoon of baking soda dissolved in twelve ounces of water and then I rinsed it with two tablespoons of white vinegar diluted in two cups of water (this acidic rinse restores the pH balance of my scalp and is necessary after the alkalinity of the baking sda), so I'm having a damn fine fucking hair day today. I had a good hair day yesterday after my hair dried. My hair has body, is fabulously shiny and smells clean and is halfway down my back. And no, I have no damage from using the baking soda as a wash because I only use it maybe once a month. This is what I attribute my hair to going back to normal growing after a year of chemo. Six months after I had finished chemo, my hair was still not growing and I hated it because all it did was stick out.
After researching hair care products, methods, and whatever else I could find, I decided on not using conventional hair care products. After all, if my hair messed up, all I had to do was shave it again and start over. Believe it or not, there have been people who did not A--believe I shaved my own head when my hair started falling out from the first (over)dose of chemo and B--wouldn't believe if I messed up my hair by these unconventional hair care methods that I would, in fact, shave my head again. (Obviously they have no fucking clue about me because when I got diagnosed, I went and got my nose pierced and they won't believe I want ink done, which I still don't have ink to cover the fugly scars on my chest because of taking a blood thinner right now. Or they don't believe at my age, I can and do walk around with my gray streak of hair colored purple.) Just because you wouldn't think of doing something unique doesn't mean I don't think and act upon doing something unique.
Just saying.
I'm rearranging my blog here and putting together a page from it for the Bunker Punk links and one for breast cancer related links since my links to other sites in the sidebar is rather long.
And speaking of links, like I said, I've been on the internet 20+ years now. I know how the reciprocation thing works. If I'm linking to someone and they actually communicate with me about it and say they will link to me in return and then don't, well, I'm going to ditch that link, especially if the person is claiming to want to help other people. Shouldn't resources like that be shared, rather than kept one sided? Wtf? If I can hunt down and find links to helpful stuff for other people who have had their lives wrecked by breast cancer, it would be pretty shitty of me not to share, even if I don't always agree with the stuff that's been posted 110% of the time on those sites, I'll still share them because what may not click with my brain may be very helpful for someone else.
I was reading about blog content on a blog. It was "write what you know" and I had to kind of laugh at that. Really? What do I know? What makes me uniquely qualified to blog when there's eleventy one gajillion other blogs out there? I suppose my perspective does. After all, there's only one me.
After 15,600+ loads of laundry, the thought occurred to me that I had a way to solve some of my laundry issues, namely the clean laundry camping out on the couch because the teenage monkeys don't want to pull their stuff out of it and then take it to their rooms to put away.
Be envious of me. I have solved my own problem. (Oh, if only I could solve my other stupid problems like having twenty five pounds of fugly steroid weight, no boobs, and the ever present dilemma of when to dust.)
Football Monkey's laundry will be done as a load. No more sorting. It will be washed, dried, and put on his bed for him to deal with.
College Monkey's laundry will be done as a load. No more sorting. It will be washed, dried, and put on his bed for him to deal with.
The husband's laundry and mine will be washed, dried, and then put on our bed for me to wrangle into submission, folded, hung, ironed, etc.
Is that a plan, or what? I feel like this genius plan, which I came up with and haven't ever incorporated into my laundry doings over 25+ years of marriage will work and should be rewarded with barn time.
Oh wait, I was planning on barn time this afternoon, anyway. Woot. Now, I wonder if I can research the pH balance of horses and figure out a really nice mane and tail care regimen for them.
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