What do you daydream about? Is it something far-fetched, or something that might actually happen?
Submitted by lost_in_eternity2207.
In the shower today, I was pondering. And, luckily for me, I remembered my pondering ALL DAY, so now I can blog about it! My pondering was about hair.
If you have a weak stomach regarding shedding and collecting of hair, please read no further, though that is the basis for my post today.
See, I get compliments all the time on my hair. I must admit that it is pretty fetching. I've dyed it a delicious deep red that catches the light quite nicely. It is just below shoulder length, about midway between my shoulder and my bra strap, and is curly and bouncy and thick. I'm an insanely good producer of keratin-based body systems... my fingernails are gorgeous as well (not that I'm bragging, just stating the truth, as it is the premise of my post, remember).
Humans shed 50-100 hairs from their head per day. Many people lose this hair down the drain, but the longer your hair, the more noticeable the shedding. I brush my hair before showering, but then I also end up catching these sheds during conditioning as I pull my fingers through my hair. Since I don't want to clog the drainage, I will stick the hair to the tiles, then collect it and throw it away at the end of the shower.
Herein lies my quandary.
Why is it that when the hair is attached to my head, it is this beautiful thing, yet when it is shed and collected in a ball, either in the shower, on the drain, or on my hairbrush, I am completely revolted by it? I have had to fight my gag reflex when I've tossed hair into the trash. I can't clean drains or I will actually become physically ill -- and not from any smell, I'm anosmic. No, just from the sight of all that shed hair, all balled up. It is disgusting, and I don't understand why I find it disgusting. I mean, wigs aren't gross, and ponytails cut off for Locks of Love aren't. But the messy ball of hair... *shudder* ew ew ew ew ew!
Maybe it has to do with how I was raised and the "ewwwww" factor. Sometimes, you can be conditioned to find something gross simply because everyone around you thinks it is gross, like picking/eating buggers or scabs or whatnot. Maybe it has to do with the hair being unkempt. I don't know, but I wish I could get over it, because I hate that my own hair makes my stomach turn simply for the fact it is no longer attached to my head.
Again, THANK YOU to those who sponsored me in the Komen Sacramento Race for the Cure. With a little help from Yod, I dragged my sorry butt out of bed at 6:15am. Any time before 7:30am is WAY too early for this girl! But we had to be at the Race by 8:00am, which meant leaving the apartment by 7:00am.
The shirts I designed turned out pretty nice. I was very disappointed in the womens sizing though. The shirts ran 1-2 sizes small. Luckily, I decided to try on my shirt last night and found this out. I washed the three womens shirts and stretched them as they dried, so they actually fit decently. One hurdle down.
Parking was a pain, but we found a spot that wasn't too bad. I couldn't get all the way to the venue, but I know next year that I can park at the venue for free AND I can park even closer than I did. We still ended up having to walk nearly a mile to our team meeting place, and the bathrooms I chose so that everyone could change... were closed. Everyone just changed in place (my sister and girlfriend-in-law (ha ha) had tank tops on anyway), so it all worked out in the end.
The race started, and we might be on TV -- a TV cameraman for one of the local channels had his camera pointed right in our faces -- it was funny! We walked and walked... a good time was had by all.
I even got a little color!
So, I can get past the supposition that there is a family of bears. I can get past the supposition that these bears talk. And that they have built a home. And eat cooked porridge. And sleep in beds.
I can accept all that as a fabrication of an anthropomorphic story.
But I simply can't accept that Mama Bear's (no, not Mamma Bear) porridge was too cold. See, Mama Bear's bowl was the middle size: smaller than Papa's and larger than Baby's. It makes thermodynamic sense that Papa Bear's porridge was too hot, since it was the largest bowl. But Baby Bear's porridge would be the coolest if each bowl was left to sit out and cool uninhibited. Mama Bear's bowl would have to be under a fan or on ice or something to have cooled down the temperature of her porridge below Baby Bear's.
*sigh*
from Uncommongoods.com
Who are the mothers of mother's day? Before President Woodrow Wilson made it an official holiday in 1915, Mother's Day wasn't about flowers and cards, but instead it was a tribute to women's peace-making activities. Mother's Day is actually a marriage of two separate campaigns that began during the Civil War. The first version of Mother's Day is attributed to Anna M. Jarvis of West Virginia who participated in Mother's Work Days, in which women's brigades worked to improve critical community sanitation. In 1868, Jarvis established Mother's Friendship Day, which encouraged women to ease tensions between North and South once the war was over. The second mother of Mother's Day was Bostonian Julia Ward Howe, author of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic," who called upon all women to band together to abolish war. Her Mothers' Peace Day celebrations took place for several years in Boston and other cities until the end of World War I.
Hmmm.. learn something new every day! It sounds like we need to have another Mother's Day mother... to end the war in Iraq and bring our troops home!
Are you celebrating Cinco de Mayo?
If by "celebrating" you mean "Partaking of the company's Nacho Social while eating a Chipotle Burrito" then, yes. :-D
Maybe I need a little tequila tonight, too! wooooo!
Put me under a spigot of water and toss me a loofah... that's when my best blog ideas seem to happen. Unfortunately, by the time I'm done, dry, and able to type, the idea is no longer in my head. Sigh... anyone else have this problem? I'm going to have to get a waterproof journal or something!!
What is your definition of cheating?
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You are a:
True Neutral Elf Druid Cleric
Alignment:
True Neutral characters are very rare. They believe that balance is the most important thing, and will not side with any other force. They will do whatever is necessary to preserve that balance, even if it means switching allegiances suddenly.
Race:
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Primary Class:
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Secondary Class:
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