Abnormal Hair Issues

Hair is a wonderful thing. Its something that can be changed and changed again and we never suffer too much. It really is the only thing we can change immediately in our lives and I have a philosophy about it that is deep. Now, it usually works for me. When I want some change in my life or there is something that is stirring up my life that is out of my control..I chop it off or color it and it may seem a little shocking to some...but it feels great to me and I can be a different person. Sadly, I am seeing in my "old" age...that my hair does not want to bounce back as quickly to my impatient "dos". I cut my hair (actually Doug did) in December...then again (too short) in February. After I got the super-short-boy cut I thought.."Oh, no big deal..it will grow". I guess that is what young hair does. Old hair? Just stays there (and falls out--yes, I am balding despite the opinion of my sweet friends). I wondered if this was normal so I "googled" it. This is what it said, (incase you were wondering), "The normal rate to grow hair in humans is half an inch a month and the average human has approximately 100,000 hairs on their head. A single hair, in the absence of damage, can live four to five years before falling out and being replaced by a new hair." (http://www.hairparlor.com) Okay, must look at the word "normal". Obviously I am anything but that. So, if any of you want to bring wigs back in?...I am in. Just let me know and we will make it all the rage. I might as well, since I have either wigs or scarfs as my head option in about twenty years. I tried to blow dry it today actually to make it a little more fancy, and I forgot my 10 year old daughter had tried to see what would happen if she put the tweezers (MY GOOD 20 dollar ones!) in the electric socket. Yup. Blew the whole thing to bits and it somehow blew a few other sockets along the way (not sure how that happens...maybe it is the breaker? But I have been too lazy to find out....lot more fun blaming though huh?) So, that is my gripe about hair. I would like the fashion to be 1. Wigs..bald...scarves, you pick 2. Wood Barrel dresses (you know the kind of outfit that leaves the shape of the body a total mystery? 3. ...any others you guys dream about? Please share some. I think it is about time we took charge of what is "in". Strength in numbers my sisters. Vent more later. --Ana

Me and Doug and the Kids

Okay...once again, I cannot complain!

Releasing Life's Aggression--Methods/ Strategies

There are several ways in which one can release "life aggression". One method that I have enjoyed (but have had to pay some miserable consequences) is...eating. Nothing beats venting out emotion on a bowl of fruit loops, one Costco chocolate muffin and some icecream (milk in it..makes it yummier and icier) That is a quite enjoyable process. Of course you must endure pain in the gut and an amazing amount of guilt (no matter how much you try to block it out). Then you feel agression toward yourself as you yell "fat pig"to your reflection in the mirror. So, this really isn't very effective (though pleasurable...duh, thats why we keep doing it!) Another way to release, is pick a fight with your hubby. That can be fun only in the fact that you are getting him to communicate. Though it is negative communication we convince ourselves that it is for his own good--because the "nature of the beast" (as Doug puts it ) I believe, can be changed in men---whether they like it or not. Right? I don't think it has happened yet to this point in time. Perhaps Eve blamed it on something from that forbidden fruit--but soon realize it goes a little deeper than that. UGh. (We're with ya Eve) I had a fun little release yesterday and it only resulted in Doug explaining that he has no discerning capablilities and I need to stop picking fights when I feel aggressive...(he is no fun.) And the list of aggression release methods go on...but one I find the most productive and most tiring is kicking some "behind" during a workout. Today with friends I led the group in some kickboxing....I was a little concerned that my emotions were a lot stronger than my body--I was right and I will be paying for it the rest of the day as I attempt to kick my hip back into place. But!, it was exactly what I needed. I needed to yell at a bunch of supportive friends to kick a little higher and punch that imaginary whatever-it-is. Violence can be a positive thing, especially when you call it in the name of "excercise". So...I need to remember that kicking butt (mine and others ) in a "productive" way, can be done. So ladies....its normal to want to kill. Just kill in a positive way...right? I am thankful for "positive" outlets....a good cry is not so bad either as long as you have an aspirine and someone who will hug you in the end--(thanks Doug). Good luck to all you aggressive sistas--Till next time. Ana

Lucky Charms and Pregnancy

Should you call poison control if you two year old eats a "super-size" box of Lucky Charms marshmellows (yes, just the marshmellows)? The reason why I ask that question is this is the second day of his "magically delicious" marshmellow craze and he has the brightest green-blue poop I have ever seen. Like the Sci-Fi channel. I remember when I was pregnant with my first daughter, Elizabeth, and I had just drank a blue Power aid--got sick and threw up the brightest blue vomit ever. Doug thought it was very pretty while he dry heaved (wussy). So, if nobody out there is concerned...I will just continue letting him fend for himself with the super box (such a deal at Fry's!) Some day we will really see what this dye has done to our system....maybe longer life? As long as it does not prolong pregnancy. I think that would be the ultimate curse to pregnant women. Why does it have to be nine months? God is so wise--he knows that by the sixth month we are ready to have it--seventh, we feel a little "stretched" and that we could have this baby and possilby love him/her still--eighth, we want to eat any herb neccessary to get the baby out even willing to go out to a special river and pot a squat like the Indians of old.--By the nineth month, we are so desperate to have the baby out that anyone who looks at us, touches us, tells us they "love" pregnancy, has a death wish.--Not to mention we are are willing to shovel, walk, drink epichach, dehydrate....anything to get this baby out. I am six months now and I feel already at the eighth month level--I guess when this is your fifth, you are on a whole nubba lebol. Well, I have escaped somewhat righting this while I have to endure Dora audio in the background--please kill me. You are insane when in the middle of the night you are humming Dora the Explorer songs. She yells a lot. Why is it so "wrong" that I yell too? Maybe I should try it with a more happy tone! That is it! It may still be therapeutic.
Talk more later.--Ana

Gettin Started

Oh my--I can see that this will be difficult. I just wrote an eloquent email about me and my hesitation to get started and as I click "publish post"....I am given a message that it could not publish because my internet protection had timed out my time on the internet. Uggh. I can see that this is not going to be all that easy. I can also see that I may have to say sh--- for the 29th time today (not an exageration) . It was a hard day...and a lot of things like this happened to me today. I felt justified in every way to cuss. (I am working on it--but I think my subconsious is in love with that word! ) So many cups of liquid fell on the floor today--my patio umbrella flies off the pole and almost lands on me (the look on my children's faces as their mother has yet another near death experience was comical I gotta say)--Kids jumping on a newly folded stack of clothes on the bed--not having potatoes for the stew (stew already started on the stove--sorry no potatoes in the stew tonight)--husband leaving the key in his motorcycle ignition and killing the engine, I pick him up and save him yet once again (me bitter?)--Sam and Beckah fell, bumped, hit and whined all day (which is enough to completely go insane)--Sadie (if you knew her--there would be no question) --So, this is just some of the excitement of my day and if this stinkin (there is a word I can say) blog thing doesn't work...I may tell Ashlie (the encourager of the blog) that my bloggin days were short and sweet--and spare all of you or none of you (depending on who is sad enough to read this that my blogging days are over. This blog is much more cynicle than my first...sorry. Till next time--