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Betrayed By My Shampoo!!

I tried a fancy shampoo. Okay, by fancy I mean I paid like $5 more than I normally do for shampoo. πŸ˜‚ But still, I went out on a limb here.

If you want to know how poor this decision ended up being… Keep reading…

I want to preface this by saying I have naturally oily hair. Like, I have to wash my hair everyday or it’s icky and oily. Long as I wash it every 24 or so hours, it looks good and there aren’t any problems. (Except if I were a character in a dystopian novel! Then there would be problems. Those people run around without showering for days. What do the naturally oily haired people do?! It’s literally something I ponder every time I read one. They just run around looking nasty while saving the world? Ain’t read one yet where the characters were described as anything but attractive and looking nice….dirty, but nice. Soooo… where’s my oily headed folks?! We matter too! πŸ˜‚)

I’m going to get back on topic now… (I apologize. 😁)

Day 1: I got this new shampoo, it smelled really good, I was excited. I used it and noticed my hair seemed kinda soft, felt kinda nice. I was like, okay, this isn’t bad. — I didn’t quite love it, though. I kind of got the impression it was on the verge of feeling oily, but not quite.

Day 2: I committed to giving it a real try, so I used it the next day. It was definitely oily. Immediately after blow drying my hair I could see and feel the oil in it. Nothing crazy, but noticable to me. — This was not a good sign.

Day 3: I used a teeny tiny amount, thinking, okay maybe it’s just too much of a good thing. …… No. Even more oily. Like I washed and dried my hair and then threw it up in a messy bun cause it was too oily for wearing down. (I was around the house, so no one was seeing this awful hair. πŸ˜‚)

Day 4: I paid five extra dollars. I’m determined to use it. The entire bottle. No matter what. πŸ˜‚ So I used a teeny tiny amount again. Teeny tiny. — Oily again. Even worse than before. — By this point I’m starting to weaken. But not quite enough yet….

Day 5: Contemplated using the little bit of the Aussie shampoo I had left when I bought the new one. Decided not to. I paid an extra $5 after all. This was serious! Well, by this time I’d figured out the shampoo was leaving extra product in my hair, likely as a way of moisturizing or adding oil for people who need that sort of thing. (Which is most assuredly not me!) — I got in the shower, washed my hair, and even while it was wet and had been throughly rinsed out, I could feel the oil. It felt gross and slimy. — But I was determined. (Stubborn’s more like it! πŸ˜‚)

Day 5 continued: I thought about rewashing with the other shampoo before hopping out of the shower. But I did not. Instead, I soldiered on. Thirty minutes later, halfway through drying my hair, I was thoroughly disgusted. It was so oily it felt just plain nasty. I mean nasty! I touched it and even my hand felt greasy. Like I just showered and I felt dirty. — It was at that moment I lost the battle.

Day 5 moving right along: With my hair half dry, I grabbed the bottle of Aussie and washed my hair under the faucet in the bathtub, hoping it would strip all the product out of my hair. — Praise be to Jesus, because y’all, my hair is no longer oily! πŸ˜‚

Let this be a lesson to you all… Every hair type needs something different, all shampoos are not created equally… And if you’re too stubborn, you may just end up with gross, icky hair for days. Sometimes it’s better to waste ten bucks and retain your sanity! πŸ˜‚

Also, Mom, I know you’re reading this. I have some shampoo for you to try! Let’s hope you have better luck with it than I did. (& don’t let Dad use it, he’s the one that gave me this hair!) 😘

Heather! ❀️

Somebody Went Dress Shopping!

My day went like this…

Shopping, shopping, and more shopping!

Seriously though, I did a lot of shopping.

There’s a company party for my husband’s job coming up, and I needed a dress. Some of y’all know that in 2018 I lost 40 lbs, well, I dropped several dress sizes and none of my fancy black-tie affair dresses fit anymore. Last year, the party was a weird theme, and I bought a different kind of dress. This year, it’s back to regular ol’ black-tie affair, and, well, I didn’t have any fancy dresses. — Hence, the shopping.

I went and picked up my mom, who lives an hour away, then drove forty-five minutes to town to shop. So, it’s been a long day, but a good one! Quality time with mom is always fun, and so is shopping. Can’t beat that!

I shopped, she shopped, we went out to eat, and had a good ol’ time.

Oh, and I bought my husband a coffee mug that says, ‘I love my wife.’ I was looking for one at Christmas and could only find ‘I love my husband’ ones. Popped into tjmaxx and walked right by one. Lucky for me, eh? (More like lucky him! 😘)

Anyway, I’m exhausted. It’s after 10. I told myself… blog post, then donut, in that order. I want my donut now, so I’m going to run! 😘 — See ya tomorrow!

Heather! ❀️

Hiking & Wild Hogs, Oh My!

I hiked two miles this morning and four this afternoon. I’m beat! But it was fun! Even saw some wild mountain hogs, including a couple babies. Also got to hear the story of how my husband tore his ACL when he was a kid… for the millionth time. πŸ˜‚. We hiked right by the spot, and every time we do, which is multiple times a year, he tells the story. We joked about how he’ll be telling our kids one day and they’ll be rolling their eyes like, here we go again. Haha, just like I do! 😘

Extra tidbit for y’all… In July, I fell and busted my tail on a wet stone rock while hiking, and I seem to have some form of unconscious fear about stepping on them now. πŸ˜‚ I was stepping on them very slowly and completely going around them when I could. I kept laughing about it cause I was like… Heather, step on the rock… And then I’d still step around it anyway. — Funny how the mind works.

My husband & our pup, Pepper. ❀️

Oh yeah, and last night we took a short hike around a lake and some critter we couldn’t readily identity in the dark was crossing our path, and needless to say, I turned my butt around and went the other way. πŸ˜‚ No shame in my game! Not trying to get attacked by some raccoon! πŸ˜‚

The whole fam! ❀️

Anyway, it’s raining and I think I’m going to kick my feet up and relax. ‘Til tomorrow, Heather! ❀️

Who Doesn’t Love Vacation Pictures?!

I mentioned vacation in my last blog post. — So here are a few pics! — We hiked. We lounged. We took pictures. And we wore plaid, too. — It was a good time. — But anytime is a good time with my favorite person & my favorite pup. πŸ˜€ — Heather!

 

A Success & A Mess…

I’ve been writing for the last six hours. I finally finished the flash back scenes I’d been working on this week. Wrote the last two today. — Yay!

This just means tomorrow, or maybe later tonight, I will start going back through my novel from beginning to end to clean it up and make it better. Then I’ll print it off and do it again. — Then I’ll get it into the hands of some readers for feedback. No one has read it but me. Some have read scenes, and snippets here and there, but not in its entirety.

So that’s scary. They may tear me to shreds. Hopefully not. I like to think I have some raw talent in me where writing is concerned. Let’s hope others do too!

In other news. Went up town to get some take out earlier, and while we were gone my 85lb dog attempted to climb up on the trash can, so she could get to something that was on the counter.

This plan backfired on her. As the flimsy plastic trash can could not support her weight and so we have surmised she toppled off of it. Taking the trash can down with her. Lid came off, and when we returned, she spotted us and ran away like a dog that knew she was in trouble.

Why you ask? Well, remember the lid came off… and when presented with her two options, rather than walk away like any good obedient dog should… she did no such thing. Clearly, she’s no good obedient dog. She drug everything out of it and scattered it all over the kitchen floor. — Banana peels. Egg shells. Lemons. Strawberries. And so many other such things were scattered all over the place.

So, having said that. Anybody want a dog? She’s cute, really. Her behavior… well, that’s questionable. I’ll even offer a discount if you’ll overlook that last bit about her behavior. Then she’s just cute. And who doesn’t want a cute dog?

Eh, guess we’ll keep her. Love & forgiveness & all that. πŸ˜‰

Anyhow. This is the fifth consecutive day of blogging for me since saying five days ago that I’d blog daily. WordPress is going to tell me I have a five-day streak going on and I’m going to grin like an idiot and pat myself on the back for a job well done. — It’s the little things in life guys. πŸ˜€

Heather! πŸ™‚

A Twist On The Classic Writing Prompt…

I went searching for writing prompts a little while ago and was far more amused with my thoughts than I was anything.

So this is a list ofΒ  ten writing prompts and my first thoughts upon reading each of them. — You’re welcome! πŸ˜‰

  1. You appear in an infinite white room with nothing but yourself and a piece of paper saying, “You have been banned from existence.” —Β Certainly not! Jesus would never!
  2. Luna, from a waterless village, is compelled to enter the dark forest to fetch water for her dying mother… —Β I don’t think so. Somebody better make it rain!
  3. You sold your soul to the devil some years ago. Today he gives it back and says, “I need a favor.”Β — Certainly did not! Devil is a lie. — Y’all crazy.
  4. She gripped the rim of the porcelain sink and tried to steady her hands. “One last time,” she whispered to herself. One. Last. Time. —Β This about a prostitute working up the nerve to turn one last trick? πŸ‘€
  5. The ghost silently led the young woman…. —Β NOPE.
  6. The man leans into you. There is a dark red, almost black color to the whites of his eyes. He is so close his nose is almost touching yours. You can feel his breath when he says, “We all have it in here. We’re all infected. —Β The hell we are!
  7. The phone rings. The voice on the other end says, “We need you again.” then hangs up. —Β Samuel L. Jackson called Tony Stark, didn’t he?
  8. I dare you to touch her again. —Β Fight, Fight, Fight!
  9. “Sorry, my room is a little messy.” — “The phrase pig sty comes to mind.” —Β Did my mama write this? She did, didn’t she?
  10. “I’m no better than you. But at least I’m not you, and right now.. that’s worth a lot. —Β Well somebody’s going through an ugly breakup.

See, what fun! πŸ™‚

Heather!

 

 

 

 

 

The Lies I Told…

I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. I don’t care if they think I’m not good enough. I don’t care if they think I’m stupid. I don’t care if they think I’m ugly. I don’t care if they think I’m pathetic or embarrassing myself every time I speak. I just plain don’t care what a single soul thinks of me.

& I just lied.

I care. I care very much & it’s one of my biggest problems.

I hear people say what I just said, how they don’t care what anyone thinks of them, and I wish I could say it with as much certainty as they do. I can’t though.

I care when someone thinks ill of me or little of me. I care if they think I’m unattractive or unintelligent. I care. It matters to me. It bothers me & that’s a problem. One that I need to solve.

Because while I care & while it bothers me… one thing remains the same…. it does not matter what anyone thinks of me… unless I allow it to matter.

I believe it was Eleanor Roosevelt that said, “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” (It was, I looked it up! πŸ˜€ ) & she was entirely correct.

Lately I (& God) have been working on me. Losing weight, exercising regularly, building myself up, working on the negativity that tumbles around in my head & turning it into something better, something positive & honest. Something worthwhile. I’ve been battling out the negativity I feel towards myself at times. The low self-confidence & feelings of not being quite good enough. They’ve ruled the roost, so to speak, for a long time. & I’m a work in progress.

I still care what people think of me. Too much. & I have to find a way to, simply put, just not care.

If someone doesn’t like me… oh well. If they think I’m a big ol dummy.. Okay, good for them, moving along. If they think I’m not worthy of them… cool, whatever… you do you, Imma do me. — I have to find a way to make this my reality. — If someone just does not like me, I have to be okay with that. & not let it turn into something ugly that seeps into my soul & convinces me that I should feel bad about myself because so & so says so.

It doesn’t matter what so & so says or thinks or anything else. I have to hold on tight to what I know. It matters what God thinks & it matters what I think. I line up with what He thinks, we’re on the same page. Every one else can go on thinking or saying whatever they want. It’s irrelevant. I know this… but I have to believe it, even in those moments when I can feel that negativity trying to creep in. I have to stand with what I know matters. & the negative opinions of other people are not what matters.

So I’m going to keep inching forward, little by little, til I get there.

In fact, some lady gave me some ugly looks at the eye doctor’s office last month (my mom was with me & says she thinks the lady didn’t like my shorts. Which were appropriate mind you, I’m not about to wear booty shorts up in the eye doctor’s office. Especially not mine.. he has crosses & bible verses hanging on the walls. Jesus is all over that room! I mean, come on, that’d be awkward! Jesus, The eye doctor, me, & some booty shorts all in the same room? I don’t think so! πŸ˜€ ) Anyhow, that lady looked right at me all rude & such. & at first I looked away cause it made me uncomfortable… & then I was like, no. I didn’t do anything to her. — So instead I looked her straight in the eye, like I got your number lady & I don’t care, & then I proceeded to walk around with my head held high like I owned the place. πŸ˜€ — She only got to make me feel inferior if I let her. & I didn’t.

Now I just have to apply that to my entire life! All the time.

Work in progress. πŸ˜€

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Diving Back In…Β 

Okay! So for the first time in months… & I do mean months, many, many months.. πŸ˜‰ … I have busted out the lap top & writing basket. (That’s what I call it, πŸ˜€.. the writing basket, lol holds all my notes and fun stuff like that.. πŸ˜‰.) Anyhow… it’s hard, it’s a lot of work, & kinda scary… feels a little daunting.. ya know? Cause a book is so big… ya start thinking about all those little pieces.. how you build something so big.. one word at a time… & honestly I almost wanna run screaming in the other direction. πŸ˜€. — But there is only one way to get this creation written down… & that’s one word at a time. & there’s only one person who can tell this story… And then tell all the ones to follow it… & that’s me. Cause I’ve created it and I’m the only one who can know it like I do. — So God help me, (that was a legit plea to God btw.. πŸ˜‚.) Cause I’m diving back in! ❀

Hey Y’all!

Hey y’all!

Couple Things. 1. It’s after 2 a.m. & I’m cleaning the bathroom. Cause, well, Β I’m what one would call a procrastinator & it’s what we do. πŸ˜€

2. This is me procrastinating even further by taking what I like to call a “cleaning break.” Don’t wanna overdo it… that’d just be irresponsible.. πŸ˜‰

3. Ya ever creep on people on social media? (& don’t pretend like you don’t, I know… I know you do… Lol, it is what’s done. πŸ˜‰ — Anyhow, ever check people out on there & see what all they have going on & realize that they need your advice… But like, you can’t give it to em’ cause, well, then you’d have a lot of explaining to do! Lol!! — Yep. That’s actually kind of funny. πŸ˜€

4. I like to get a glass of wine, a good book, & a bubble bath throw it all together &… well, not like, actually throw any of it in the bath, but you see where I’m going here. It’s nice & relaxing. & well, that leaves books scattered all over our bathroom over time & my husband complains about it… lol. It’s kinda funny, I think. Anyhow, I just took em all out of here… 11! 11 Total. Tho I did leave one of those 11 cause I’m still reading it. Anyhow… that’s practically a little bookshelf. A teeny tiny one, but still. I could run a library out of here. Anybody wanna check out a book?! πŸ˜€

5. I’m going camping in October. I think I should mention that I hate camping, ya know, so that you get the full picture here. Lol. –So if I don’t get eaten by a bear, traumatized by the lack of personal shower/bathroom, or simply go insane… it could maybe be fun! πŸ˜€ — I went once & it was a disaster. The bright side here, is it will be much cooler than when I went last time. That was right smack dab in the middle of July & I bout died. I’m a heat hater, for real. — So, fingers crossed that the cooler weather makes it a more enjoyable experience! — I should mention, I’m doing this for my husband. It was technically my idea, buuutttttt, I could have simply rented a hotel room, instead, I knew how much he’d love a camping trip… so I made the sacrifice. — Look at me, I should get a little plaque that says, “Best Wife Ever” to hang on our wall. Ha! πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜‰

6. My foot has fallen asleep, as it has apparently noticed it’s nearly 3 a.m, while the rest of me seems to have missed that memo. Ya know, the one about sleeping. πŸ˜‰

Anyhow… talk to you all later! πŸ˜‰
Heather. πŸ˜€