The Three Tips

I have three tips that I want to pass along to you, in case you haven't heard them before (which you probably haven't... unless you are me). I haven't had the opportunity to try the first two tips myself, but I have heard fabulous things about them from others who have.

THE THREE TIPS

1) If your child has a fever, rub his feet with egg whites. It will make the fever go down. I don't know why this work, but apparently it does.

2) If you have a breast infection (or any kind of infection, perhaps?), down shots of raw apple cider vinegar throughout the day. That should get rid of it.

3) If you have curly hair (which I kind of do, but not really), try this technique to bring out your curls: Get your hair wet (don't use shampoo), then rub in a ton of a natural-type conditioner (DO NOT RINSE IT OUT). Then, just let your hair air dry. I have a friend who does this (it's described in the book Curly Girl), and her curly hair looks fabulous. So, I tried it the other day, even though my hair is more wavy than curly, and I liked the results.

Here's a picture:

I realize that you can't really tell much about my hair from this picture (other than that my face looks pasty and my arms look awesome) because it is just a mass of darkness. It would have probably looked curlier if I had taken the picture earlier in the day. But it was a lot less frizzy and more manageable than it usually is. I used a small .25 oz sample thing of conditioner that I got from the co-op, and the bad thing was that it was scented (and you all know how much I don't like scents). Ugh. I kept smelling it through half the day.

But this hair technique is especially useful if you do have really curly hair. So, try it if you do.

Reality Crap

I normally like to pride myself on watching good quality television shows (Friday Night Lights, 30 Rock, Modern Family, The Walking Dead, etc.), but there is something about Boston Rob that can't keep me away from watching Survivor. He's back again! (And he was just on it last year!)

I love that guy.

I watched a lot of television (as well as lower-quality television) the first year (which was last year) of Peace's life because that was what I would do during our endless evening nursing sessions to get her off to sleep. I watched Celebrity Apprentice (gotta love me some Joan Rivers). I watched The Amazing Race (although, The Amazing Race is so well done, I should hardly be calling it lower-quality).

And now "The Cowboys" as well as "Flight Time and Big Easy" are back on The Amazing Race: Unfinished Business, so I'm feeling like I want to watch that regularly again too (I already watched the first episode).

And I don't know why I want to watch Celebrity Apprentice again, but I do. And there's really no excuse for that, because that show is crap.

My Birth Photography

I started this page on facebook for my birth photography. I was thinking that you could all *like* it, you know, so that potential clients will think that my birth photography is popular or something.

If you do choose to *like* it, I won't bombard you with messages or anything from that page. It is mainly a promotional page for prospective clients to see my stuff. I won't be updating it regularly or anything.

Goodbye, Friday Night Lights

I have to do you all a favor and tell you something very important. I wouldn't feel right keeping this information to myself.

The television show, Friday Night Lights, is the most amazing show in the universe. Everybody should know about this.

I just watched it's final episode this past week, and it was amazing. This whole season was amazing. The whole run of the show was amazing.

I would say that Friday Night Lights is in contention with being the best television series of all time. (The other two contenders are Gilmore Girls... which would probably walk away with the title if not for the fact that it kind of faltered there for a couple of seasons, and Everwood... which had a solid run all around, but should have lasted longer.)

The relationship of Eric and Tami Taylor is portrayed beyond comparison. I can't even begin to describe how true-to-life, heartfelt, and real it is.

So, if you haven't watched Friday Night Lights, please watch it in its entirety... all the way from Season 1 through Season 5.

For some reason or other, I ended up watching this fabulous series without Vernon. So, after the final episode, I told Vern that I was going to do him a favor and watch all the episodes of Friday Night Lights over again... with him. (This is a big thing for me, because I tend to NOT want to watch something over that I've already seen once... I'd rather watch something new.) I said, "We could watch one episode every Friday night. Wouldn't that be fun?"

And Vernon said, "I'd rather find something else to do every Friday night... like go out with you."

Ah, sweet, yes. But that's not the point. The point is that Vernon does not fully understand the awesomeness of this show. He doesn't get it. He doesn't see. I MUST MAKE HIM SEE! I MUST GET HIM TO UNDERSTAND!

I MUST GET YOU ALL TO UNDERSTAND! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE MISSING! IT IS TRULY THE MOST AMAZING SHOW EVER!

(Please... I don't care if you all listen to what I say about birth, food, parenting, whatever... but please listen to me on this. That's all I have to say.)

A Level of Comfort

We've been living with Vern's brother, Vince, for three months now. I guess, somewhere along the line, we have reached a point of comfort in living here. So much so, that we have been doing things like:

1. Messing up his stove:

(There is no sense in buying him new drip pans before we move out because I would just mess them up anyway. I am somehow unable to cook without making an utter mess out of the drip pans.)


2) Utilizing his kitchen:

(We leave used tea bags sitting out. I've got my kombucha brewing and some beans soaking. My knives are out. Occasionally, one of the kids (or me) will put a piece of bread in the toaster and then forget about it.)


3) Dirtying his dish rags:

All of these are signs of becoming comfortable in our environment. We have kind of taken over, in a way... which is kind of hard not to do with a family of five encroaching on a man of one.

I also wash the dishes the way I wash the dishes, even though they are Vince's dishes and the way I wash dishes is the way he puts them into the dishwasher. And I wipe the counters off without being conscious of if I'm brushing crumbs onto the floor. And I go to the bathroom with the door open (if I'm sure that he's in the basement) because otherwise Peace will cry if I close the door.

And... wait for it... we've also had sex here a couple of times (shh... don't tell Vince).

Which a guess is a good thing, albeit, still a little weird.