I have curly hair. All my sisters have curly hair. My brothers do too. But what do people with curly hair do? They spend crazy amounts of time, money and energy trying to STRAIGHTEN their hair. That has always been me. I wanted to wear straight styles that would make my hair have some weight and body to it.
I remember as a kid being in the shower and putting my head back to feel my hair on my butt. Hard to believe it was ever that long because my hair is curly and curly hair shrinks. That totally sucks for a girl. I am from a mixed background so my hair is mixed too. It's not exactly kinky enough to really benefit from a relaxer and Lord knows I don't need anything to make it curlier. But in the right environment--cool, no humidity or high winds--my hair takes a kick ass roller set!!
Since I can't live in a bubble surrounding myself in just the right climate to maximize the beauty of my hair I most often live in a world of frizz. Recently though, I've let my hair grow and as always it pretty much stays in a ponytail now that its summertime. However, I have learned of something new to me but clearly has been on the rise for a while.
Natural Hair. Go Curly. There's a movement to embrace your curls. To live your curls and to love them. How bizarre? But then I started doing a little more research. There are thousands of videos on YOUTUBE. From what I've read so far. . .there may be something to this curly thing.
I'll get back to you with an update as I start my journey to The CURLY Revolution.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
To Confirm or not to Confirm?
Maybe its just me but when you see a person on a Monday and plan to meet somewhere for drinks, that scenario requires a confirmation. I mean 4 or 5 whole days have passed. What if somethinng came up? What if your friend forgot? What if something changed in your own life and you can't make it? These are the times when a confirmation call is in order.
This is how I was raised. It's what I believe in and so I find it frustrating as hell that Confirming seems to have fallen out of fashion. How hard is it to shoot a text to someone or pick up the phone? Email is fine. Can you imagine if no one confirmed anything ever?
We are talking about a bunch of 2person tables filled with one pissed off, hurt, sad, or confused person sitting there wondering what the hell happened. The concept of Confirming becomes even deadlier when we are talking about a playdate. Holy Crap! If I can tell you how many times I've sat home with my son waiting for a friend and his mother to show up only to find out that their plans had changed or that they had forgotten. That's what happens when you don't confirm and I hate when people disappoint my kids.
I had tried to go lightly on the Confirming at one point so as not to appear over-eager, pathetic or anal. But you know what? Confirming does make a person any of those things. Confirming makes you responsible so that you can plan your time and consequently, your life.
So for people who think Confirming is stupid or old fashioned or unnecessary. . .I am here to tell you that is such total BULLSHIT!
This is how I was raised. It's what I believe in and so I find it frustrating as hell that Confirming seems to have fallen out of fashion. How hard is it to shoot a text to someone or pick up the phone? Email is fine. Can you imagine if no one confirmed anything ever?
We are talking about a bunch of 2person tables filled with one pissed off, hurt, sad, or confused person sitting there wondering what the hell happened. The concept of Confirming becomes even deadlier when we are talking about a playdate. Holy Crap! If I can tell you how many times I've sat home with my son waiting for a friend and his mother to show up only to find out that their plans had changed or that they had forgotten. That's what happens when you don't confirm and I hate when people disappoint my kids.
I had tried to go lightly on the Confirming at one point so as not to appear over-eager, pathetic or anal. But you know what? Confirming does make a person any of those things. Confirming makes you responsible so that you can plan your time and consequently, your life.
So for people who think Confirming is stupid or old fashioned or unnecessary. . .I am here to tell you that is such total BULLSHIT!
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Sorry I've been away!!!
I don't imagine that I have any CONSTANT readers yet and that is my fault for not writing as diligently here as I do on my other blog: www.thestoryofadvocacy.com. I am to blame for sure and to any stragglers who have come by to check in on me, I truly do apologize.
However, I am back! Please keep the faith that I will be around for you to read and comment and hopefully learn something or at the very least laugh and shake your head at my utter ridiculousness!
However, I am back! Please keep the faith that I will be around for you to read and comment and hopefully learn something or at the very least laugh and shake your head at my utter ridiculousness!
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Wish Me Luck!
Challenges force people to either rise to the top or sink to the bottom. I mean, you can only tread water but for so long right? After that you either have to swim to safety or give it up and accept drowning as your fate.
A friend of mine was recently beaten by her boyfriend. It stunned me, but it also showed me a lot about myself. Before I had two special needs children I could easily afford to be judgmental of other people. And I was. Look at that child having a tantrum. . .my kid would NEVER embarrass me like that. Or look at that poor woman who can't control her kid or jeez why can't we pack PB&J just because this ONE child has a peanut allergy?
The lessons I've learned as a mother have made me a better person. Expanded my ability to understand things that on the surface, don't make sense to me. So instead of feeling superior, I felt true compassion for my friend--a woman who may very well be trapped. Though the trapping would be of her own doing, it is part of a larger issue that somehow makes her believe she is less than she is. I want to help her. I want to change her. I'm afraid that I can't do either but at least I know that now I can still care about her instead of writing her off as stupid or hopeless.
When it comes to battery especially, I can say that try as I might I will never understand it. That is MY personality...I am a fighter. I have personal boundaries and I have made that clear all my life. The idea of someone crossing those boundaries and hitting me the way a parent would spank or beat a child; the way a gang member might assault someone who owed him money and didn't pay; none of that computes.
I have always felt fully formed and individual as far back as I can remember. I think that sense of self might have been one of the most difficult parts of being a parent to a kid like me. But that is who I am and ever shall be. My friend expressed sadness at how awful it must be for her boyfriend to be such a bully and again I was dumbfounded by the importance, caring, and thought that was focused on him, her abuser, rather than on herself.
This is a disease for the abuser and the abused. I guess no matter how many Lifetime specials, True TV crime stories and after school specials air, there will always be a segment of the female population who will be beaten; will forgive; and will risk the likelihood of being beaten again. But for THIS young woman, I plan to be there for her in every way I know how in hopes of helping her to see her own significance in this big nasty world.
Wish me luck!
A friend of mine was recently beaten by her boyfriend. It stunned me, but it also showed me a lot about myself. Before I had two special needs children I could easily afford to be judgmental of other people. And I was. Look at that child having a tantrum. . .my kid would NEVER embarrass me like that. Or look at that poor woman who can't control her kid or jeez why can't we pack PB&J just because this ONE child has a peanut allergy?
The lessons I've learned as a mother have made me a better person. Expanded my ability to understand things that on the surface, don't make sense to me. So instead of feeling superior, I felt true compassion for my friend--a woman who may very well be trapped. Though the trapping would be of her own doing, it is part of a larger issue that somehow makes her believe she is less than she is. I want to help her. I want to change her. I'm afraid that I can't do either but at least I know that now I can still care about her instead of writing her off as stupid or hopeless.
When it comes to battery especially, I can say that try as I might I will never understand it. That is MY personality...I am a fighter. I have personal boundaries and I have made that clear all my life. The idea of someone crossing those boundaries and hitting me the way a parent would spank or beat a child; the way a gang member might assault someone who owed him money and didn't pay; none of that computes.
I have always felt fully formed and individual as far back as I can remember. I think that sense of self might have been one of the most difficult parts of being a parent to a kid like me. But that is who I am and ever shall be. My friend expressed sadness at how awful it must be for her boyfriend to be such a bully and again I was dumbfounded by the importance, caring, and thought that was focused on him, her abuser, rather than on herself.
This is a disease for the abuser and the abused. I guess no matter how many Lifetime specials, True TV crime stories and after school specials air, there will always be a segment of the female population who will be beaten; will forgive; and will risk the likelihood of being beaten again. But for THIS young woman, I plan to be there for her in every way I know how in hopes of helping her to see her own significance in this big nasty world.
Wish me luck!
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Isotetrinoin
Today i started Isotetrnoin. its the generic name for Accutane, which is no longer made because of the danger and litigation for its serious side effects. its not like the people who took it were not aware.
When I tell you what a rigmaroll it is to start these meds...jeez! First the doctor tells you about the possible side effects Here a just a few for giggles: dry lips and mouth, minor swelling of eyes, nosebleeds, thinning of hair, depression, violent behavior, joint pain, hearing loss, rectal bleeding, vision changes and pancreatitis.
Of course everyone doesn't experience every side effect but damn, right? lol. This will be my 3rd time on this medicine but I am in the minority because the cure rate is actually quite good (85%). Its worth the risk to me anyway and it is the only thing on the market that can possibly be considered a cure, so im kinda stuck with it like or not.
Anyone know what condition Isotetrinoin is used to treat? If not, you'll just have to guess.
When I tell you what a rigmaroll it is to start these meds...jeez! First the doctor tells you about the possible side effects Here a just a few for giggles: dry lips and mouth, minor swelling of eyes, nosebleeds, thinning of hair, depression, violent behavior, joint pain, hearing loss, rectal bleeding, vision changes and pancreatitis.
Of course everyone doesn't experience every side effect but damn, right? lol. This will be my 3rd time on this medicine but I am in the minority because the cure rate is actually quite good (85%). Its worth the risk to me anyway and it is the only thing on the market that can possibly be considered a cure, so im kinda stuck with it like or not.
Anyone know what condition Isotetrinoin is used to treat? If not, you'll just have to guess.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Hoarders
My house is starting to look like an episode of hoarders.
There's a wide triangular shelf where the wall slopes down to meet the floor in my attic. I'm looking at it right now. There's a broken SORRY! game box--missing pieces no doubt, and a Black & Decker sander (what the hell did we ever use that for?) I see some curtain rods, a broken board of sheet rock and four frosted glass light shades.
There are old clothes spilling out of a Land's End shopping bag, a stuffed bear, a box of Armstrong self-stick adhesive wall border and an antique milk glass lamp I HAD to have on my 36th birthday. Jeans in various sizes for boys and women and men are tucked between a box of old shoes and a stack of pillows for company.
Oddly, there is a vast array of Snugglies--which turned out to be a huge disappointment for their cumbersome breadth that always seemed to knock over cups and mugs of coffee whenever we got up or sat down with all of that voluminous fabric draped around our body. There's a black plastic bag (clothes probably), a white plastic shoe rack, a box of bandaids and a box of Space Bags, which again were a grave disappointment.
3 Pokemon books are wedged between a plastic storage container (more clothes that don't fit any of us), a handsaw, a wooden birdhouse I painted with my son several years ago and is that a box of CLUB crackers??!?
We gotta have a garage sale this year or else I will need to buy a black catsuit, rubber gloves and night vision goggles to sneak some of this stuff out of the house while my husband is a asleep.
There's a wide triangular shelf where the wall slopes down to meet the floor in my attic. I'm looking at it right now. There's a broken SORRY! game box--missing pieces no doubt, and a Black & Decker sander (what the hell did we ever use that for?) I see some curtain rods, a broken board of sheet rock and four frosted glass light shades.
There are old clothes spilling out of a Land's End shopping bag, a stuffed bear, a box of Armstrong self-stick adhesive wall border and an antique milk glass lamp I HAD to have on my 36th birthday. Jeans in various sizes for boys and women and men are tucked between a box of old shoes and a stack of pillows for company.
Oddly, there is a vast array of Snugglies--which turned out to be a huge disappointment for their cumbersome breadth that always seemed to knock over cups and mugs of coffee whenever we got up or sat down with all of that voluminous fabric draped around our body. There's a black plastic bag (clothes probably), a white plastic shoe rack, a box of bandaids and a box of Space Bags, which again were a grave disappointment.
3 Pokemon books are wedged between a plastic storage container (more clothes that don't fit any of us), a handsaw, a wooden birdhouse I painted with my son several years ago and is that a box of CLUB crackers??!?
We gotta have a garage sale this year or else I will need to buy a black catsuit, rubber gloves and night vision goggles to sneak some of this stuff out of the house while my husband is a asleep.
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