OK, it's been a while since I've posted about the not shampooing.
I'm still doing it. Apparently so is Jeanne (Hi Jeanne) who went camping with me.
I did find that lately my hair was not as nice as it had been (not like when I shampoo'd, not total straw). I had gotten lazy and not done the icy cold water rinse at the end of the system. I tried doing that again and now my hair is pretty good again.
Apparently the serious brushing each day with a natural bristle brush and a good icy cold rinse after the wash are pretty crucial steps.
On other hair news...a colleague at work noted that my hair is longer. It is! Well, the half I don't pick at as much is about 3 inches longer in the last year. While I was still shampooing it had reached a dynamic equilibrium between breakage and growth and appeared to stay pretty much the same length. Now the half I pick at less is longer. Yes...I've tried to quit picking at the ends but it doesn't work. I'm trying to pick at it more all over rather than just on the left side. And, to spend more time removing the split ends.
On other hair news: sometime this spring, about April, it will be 20 years since I've had a trim. No, I will not be celebrating with a trim. It's working for me so I'll just leave it alone.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
I Suck for Not Posting Photos Sooner
But here are some picts of the camping/cabin trip to Montana:
One of the other buildings at the old campground:
Only our cabin is up for rent but there are about 6 buildings there.
It's quite nice and scenic.
This is the new cookstove the USFS had put in the cabin:
Here it is in perspective.
You can see the end of one bunk bed there. I always take the beds FURTHER from the stove, but by 3am, this baby had the cabin up to about 80degrees no matter where you were. Bears be damned, we opened the windows for some cold air!
I made these huckleberry crescent rolls (use your imagination on the "crescent" part) from a package of biscuits and some jam. They were delicious
Then, Jeanne kicked my culinary butt with a wide variety of tasty rolls and dishes. Oh well.
For those who are under the impression this is a rough way to live, here is my bed. All made up with sheets, pillows, blankets. Not too rough really.
But the top bunk only has about 8" of clearance between it and the ceiling. If you were to sleep up there, you'd bash your head every morning. I just use it for storage.
Do you like the nightstand? Vintage folding chair.
I'm leaving out the photo of Jeanne because she has her own blog (which I forgot where it is!
Jeanne if you send me a link I'll put it in) and can post her own photos.
One of the other buildings at the old campground:
Only our cabin is up for rent but there are about 6 buildings there.
It's quite nice and scenic.
This is the new cookstove the USFS had put in the cabin:
Here it is in perspective.
You can see the end of one bunk bed there. I always take the beds FURTHER from the stove, but by 3am, this baby had the cabin up to about 80degrees no matter where you were. Bears be damned, we opened the windows for some cold air!
I made these huckleberry crescent rolls (use your imagination on the "crescent" part) from a package of biscuits and some jam. They were delicious
Then, Jeanne kicked my culinary butt with a wide variety of tasty rolls and dishes. Oh well.
For those who are under the impression this is a rough way to live, here is my bed. All made up with sheets, pillows, blankets. Not too rough really.
But the top bunk only has about 8" of clearance between it and the ceiling. If you were to sleep up there, you'd bash your head every morning. I just use it for storage.
Do you like the nightstand? Vintage folding chair.
I'm leaving out the photo of Jeanne because she has her own blog (which I forgot where it is!
Jeanne if you send me a link I'll put it in) and can post her own photos.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
The Gift That Keeps on Giving
I know I'm just back from a trip, but I'm also blogging from the trailer on dial up, so I need to do an entry that doesn't require photos as uploading them would take decades.
Instead of the trip report...here's something about a gift that just keeps on giving.
Last Christmas Angela and Jonny (Hi Poodles!!) gave me a gift bag with an assortment of wonderful items each with a silly explanation. Salt-n-pepper shaker napkin rings...a bundle of paper napkins to put in the aforementioned rings, fake-tattoo-sleeves to slip over my tubby arms, bath fizzies, a bubble gun that looks like a dolpin with bubble stuff, comedy cds, and on and on. Rather than having and orgy of fun all at once, I've been grabbing something out of the bag (almost as if it were a grab bag) and enjoying the gift slowly. It's over a year now and I'm not nearly done.
A couple of weeks ago I took a book out fo the bag. It's by Augusten Burroughs and is HILARIOUS. Short memoire/stories sort of like David Sedaris but even darker. I started reading it and thought I needed some background on his life before I read more stories so I checked A Wolf at the Table out from the library. This is the story of Augusten's father...not a pleasant character. That made the stories even funnier.
While at the cabin last week, I was reading while Jeanne, my fellow cabiner, was cooking. I kept laughing and ended up reading an entire story (one where Augusten's friend is running a personal ad which he and she wrote while very very drunk) to her. We loved it (at least she said she did).
I just finished the book but will be reading it a few more times before I would think of passing it on so don't hold your breath if you're one of those people who gets my used books!
Instead of the trip report...here's something about a gift that just keeps on giving.
Last Christmas Angela and Jonny (Hi Poodles!!) gave me a gift bag with an assortment of wonderful items each with a silly explanation. Salt-n-pepper shaker napkin rings...a bundle of paper napkins to put in the aforementioned rings, fake-tattoo-sleeves to slip over my tubby arms, bath fizzies, a bubble gun that looks like a dolpin with bubble stuff, comedy cds, and on and on. Rather than having and orgy of fun all at once, I've been grabbing something out of the bag (almost as if it were a grab bag) and enjoying the gift slowly. It's over a year now and I'm not nearly done.
A couple of weeks ago I took a book out fo the bag. It's by Augusten Burroughs and is HILARIOUS. Short memoire/stories sort of like David Sedaris but even darker. I started reading it and thought I needed some background on his life before I read more stories so I checked A Wolf at the Table out from the library. This is the story of Augusten's father...not a pleasant character. That made the stories even funnier.
While at the cabin last week, I was reading while Jeanne, my fellow cabiner, was cooking. I kept laughing and ended up reading an entire story (one where Augusten's friend is running a personal ad which he and she wrote while very very drunk) to her. We loved it (at least she said she did).
I just finished the book but will be reading it a few more times before I would think of passing it on so don't hold your breath if you're one of those people who gets my used books!
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