It being Tuesday and just because I have nothing really earth shattering to comment on, today will be random. 

First…  I am in my third week of not using shampoo on my hair.  You see I have this curly hair.  Some days it is great, most days it is not.  When I was a kid my Mother used to keep it about 2 inches long because she didn’t want to hear me complain about the tangles.  (Let’s not mention I have one with the same hair and every morning we go through the tangle battle.)  In fact, until I moved out of the house I had never had hair longer than 3 inches.  I wanted long hair.  I ached for long hair.  I wanted to be able to tie those long fat yarn hair thingies in my hair.  But no, every 6 weeks we would go off the the beauty salon for the ‘pixie’ razor cut.

Through the Disco years I tried blowing it straight.  I tried perms and braids and curlers.  Finally in my 40’s I just decided to go with what I was given.  I basically made peace with my hair.  I’ve embraced the curliness.  In doing so I find it is actually a very nice curl.  A curl people pay big bucks to get.  So when I went to get a trim earlier in the month once again my hair gal encouraged me to wash my hair with only conditioner.  There are good and bad to this suggestion as I see it.  Initially it went against all that I had been taught over the past 52 years.  You have to use shampoo to ‘get you hair clean’ don’t you?  The good is I will save money because I’m only buying one product.

Well slap me silly and call me a believer.  ‘Washing’ with only conditioner has made a believer about of me.  Here is the back view of the hair.

Next….

Pants.  Why is purchasing jeans so difficult for women?  When I buy pants for the DuH I can get 36 X 34 and they fit.  Always. 

I currently have 2 pair that I wear almost all the time.  2 pair that are too small in the waist.  1 pair that I purchase with out trying on and are suppose to ride at my hips (now really, I’m 52.  I didn’t wear them when I was 12 why would I wear them now?  It was a weak moment.)  2 pair that are Land’s End and I love but are way too big.  One pair I really want to get into because I paid alot for them but they are too small.  Another pair that bag in the butt and make me look like I’m carrying a wet diaper.

All of the above mentioned pants are the same size.  How can that be?  Different manufacturers but the same size.  This is the reason I hate to buy pants at Wally World.

Next….I purchased 8 chickens.  All were guaranteed to be hens.  As I’m sitting typing this I hear 3 different crows.  So much for sexing chickens.

Finally…

Yes, I admit it.  I am one of those weird people who grow things and etch names on them.  Remember I live in the middle of nowhere.  It can get pretty boring around here.  We have to create our own entertainment.  Ok, ok, I’m just weird I guess.