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  • That is a cute cut! Some days I wish I could pull off short hair like that- then I remember that I can't wrap it up in a hairtie and forget about it- I have to actually do something with it That might be light enough to add a blue toner to. Let me know if you can get it to work

    On the one hand- it's a pain in the ass that I had to bleach the hell out of my hair twice and I have a blond stripe above the blue by my scalp. It doesn't like to be scrubbed or something. It even goes blond if I haven't used baking soda on it- just the fingers scrubbing. I think I'm going to have to get good dye next time, not the Hot Topic stuff. On the other- it's growing like a weed and it's so thick (relatively speaking) that I'm thinking as long as I don't let the ends go all to hell like I usually do, I should be able to get some really decent length. It's also getting quite curly, so it looks like it has volume.
    http://cattaillady.com/ My blog exploring the beginning stages of learning how to homestead. With the occasional rant.

    Originally Posted by TheFastCat: Less is more more or less

    And now I have an Etsy store: CattailsandCalendula

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    • Special Effects, Manic Panic, and Punky are generally considered to be the best brands, but YMMV. SFX pinks worked better for me than MP did. Never tried Punky, but supposedly they have good turquoise colors.

      Funky Shop Cool Fashion
      For funsies. I'm in the Atomic Pink pic section under Tasha. Remind me to never cut my own hair again.
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      • Holy crap that's a lot of pink! I really like the ones with pink and a darker color- more interest. And you know, some people pay a lot of money for that funky, choppy look. Thanks for the dye suggestions- I'll keep that in mind when I go shopping. I'm thinking it'll be purple if I'm feeling a little modest or fire-engine red if I'm not. In the meantime I'm considering scrubbing all the current dye out and picking up some blueing to see if I can get it silver.

        In other news- I have that "oooh yeah I did something" ache across my shoulders and down my biceps. Just what I was looking for. I know I did something, but it'll be gone by the time I ride on Thursday or Friday (at which point I might not be able to move, considering I felt it with a mere 10 minutes of riding for my test).
        http://cattaillady.com/ My blog exploring the beginning stages of learning how to homestead. With the occasional rant.

        Originally Posted by TheFastCat: Less is more more or less

        And now I have an Etsy store: CattailsandCalendula

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        • Love those aches, haven't had a pleasant one in a while heh
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          • Yep- that means you have to work harder

            I just discovered that my inner thighs are also a bit achy. Of course I didn't notice until I did some stairs on break. Not sure why they get engaged- I'm assuming on the deads?- but I need them for riding, so I'm all for working them.

            There was one more square of that cookies and cream chocolate. I really need to get some dark to keep in the desk so I don't get tempted like that.
            http://cattaillady.com/ My blog exploring the beginning stages of learning how to homestead. With the occasional rant.

            Originally Posted by TheFastCat: Less is more more or less

            And now I have an Etsy store: CattailsandCalendula

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            • I'm jealous, I wish I had the ovaries to dye my hair blonde or crazy colors. I thought about getting an ombre done, because it looks like your color grew out and you don't have roots. I'm starting to go gray in front and I always thought i'd have fun dyeing my hair when it started to go gray, but now I'm afraid of the bromine in hair dye.... I'm so boring!
              Cooking Primal with Otter - Journal
              Otter's (Defunct) Primal Log
              "Not baked goods, Professor, baked bads!" ~ The Tick

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              • Doooo eeeeeit! Did I just quote an Adam Sandler movie? Oh dear.

                My blue streak is a compromise. I had been doing blond highlights in the summer and red in the winter at the prompting of a friend (she was right- I needed to do SOMETHING with it). The third year when it was time to go from red to blond I just couldn't take it any more! So- with some begging of the hairdresser- I went blue. It ended up pretty much black with royal blue streaks from bleach. It looked awesome. This was also the ONLY time the wandering photographer for the company ever asked to take my picture. I said no- I didn't say that I would not be their poster-child for inclusiveness and diversity. This was borne out by after I dyed it brown again (my natural color) my sup asked me nicely to please not do that again since his superiors were not pleased.

                I am working on growing my hair out again because I miss my long hair- and since I'm being careful to actually get it trimmed semi-regularly, I shouldn't have to whack it to get rid of split ends like I did last time. However, I recently moved to Colorado Springs. The epicenter for the religious right. With long, undyed hair and modest clothing, I look like one of them. Right around New Years I decided I couldn't take it any more. I AM NOT ONE OF YOU AND I NEVER WILL BE SO STOP ASSUMING I AM!!! However, I was pretty sure I wouldn't get away with full-on blue- and it's a pain in the ass to maintain- I went with a streak that I can hide if I want to- but is also visible when I so choose.

                I'm taking a business class and during the last session, she was discussing that you need to have a professional image. You need to look like you know what you're doing. That was why we weren't allowed to have unnatural hair color and wild piercings in college (studied horses). We needed to be taken seriously. So I was hemming and hawing over this- then I realized that we had also discussed our perfect client. Who would we want to work for if we were allowed to pick? And I realized that if they are going to write me off because of a blue streak or leather thong with seashells or I shave it into a mohawk (unlikely, but you never know) under my sun-hat- then I don't really want to work for them anyway. If I show up to a job in emo clothes and heels- yeah- that could be held against me because I look like I don't know what I'm doing- but jeans and a mohawk? The hair won't interfere with my ability to work. I'm tired of trying not to offend, trying to look modest, trying to fit in. My job requires a certain level of professinal dress- but even that I'm starting to branch out on because it doesn't suit me all the time.

                213# today. However, I did eat breakfast before I weighed, which I don't usually, so I'm ignoring that .5# gain. I had sushi for fourth-meal last night (had to stop at the grocery store and I was starving) and I polished off the chocolate chips. If I get more chocolate, it'll be the good stuff. Breakfast was full-fat Greek yoghurt with some frozen blueberries. Lunch will be more of the sweet-potato Irish Stew. I think I need more onions in it next time or something. It's just . . . bland. Dinner will be steak chunks, broccoli, and cheese on the way to the barn. I weighed myself yesterday afternoon, since I was bored- and I was 212.5# then- so I think this stuffing myself is working to get me back on track.
                http://cattaillady.com/ My blog exploring the beginning stages of learning how to homestead. With the occasional rant.

                Originally Posted by TheFastCat: Less is more more or less

                And now I have an Etsy store: CattailsandCalendula

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                • Completely agreed on dressing for particular clients. Denying individual expression for the sake of appealing to close-minded people really pisses me off.

                  Stewwww I want stewwww... If I can get boyfriend to take us grocery shopping maybe we'll have a stew later this week om nom nom.
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                  • I can't do this. I hate my life. Yes, I'm tired, yes, its the wrong season, so I really need to just slog through until I can think clearly. But- fuck. I had chocolate for lunch not stew. I tried to have soup at Panera since I really had to leave the building- but it really wasn't what I wanted so I gave up trying. I want to scream I want to cry I want to hit something. I want to not be hamstrung by bullshit at work. I want a purpose. I need a hug but my best hugger isn't here. I want intelligent conversation. I want for these wants and needs to not be more than the world can be expected to provide.

                    I woke up this morning with two thoughts on my mind. I want a drafting table (which made me think of NaiadKnight- is she a drafter or something?) and I wonder if I could get homeless people to help me with my composting idea in an urban situation in exchange for garden veggies? Could I get a bare plot in town to have a compost pile on one side and a garden on the other? Then I was thinking- do I want to grow root veggies- god only knows what's in that ground.

                    Beef stew would be really good. Thick with big chunks of meat and white potatoes. I'd be really nice to have someone to serve it to- but again- more than can be asked for.

                    I'm going to the barn tonight. I won't ride, but I'm hoping working with a critter or two will help.
                    http://cattaillady.com/ My blog exploring the beginning stages of learning how to homestead. With the occasional rant.

                    Originally Posted by TheFastCat: Less is more more or less

                    And now I have an Etsy store: CattailsandCalendula

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                    • I just double-checked. Yep- some turd stole my last bit of heavy cream. What the hell? People don't drink that stuff- so why did they take it?! At least it wasn't raw- then I'd be livid. We are supposed to put our names on things- but it was a glass coconut oil jar with heavy cream in it. How many people would mistake that for ANYTHING they brought in? Geeze. My next container will be a little mason jar with "It's not yours so bugger off" on it.

                      212.5# after breakfast this morning- and the chocolate and wine yesterday- so it's possible that the .5 was just bloat from the rice in the sushi.

                      I got to play with Jesse and Levi yesterday. I was actually in a pretty good mood by the end of the day and they were fun. Levi is so responsive when he wants to be- but he's also aware that if he doesn't want to be, he really doesn't have to be. Men.

                      Breakfast was greek yogurt and raspberries today. Lunch will be that Irish stew that really needs to be polished off. Dinner will be late since I don't have anything to eat before I go to the barn. I had a couple of glasses of wine last night with bacon for fourth-meal. Crap- I forgot to pull more bacon out for dinner tonight.
                      http://cattaillady.com/ My blog exploring the beginning stages of learning how to homestead. With the occasional rant.

                      Originally Posted by TheFastCat: Less is more more or less

                      And now I have an Etsy store: CattailsandCalendula

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                      • My next container will be a little mason jar with "It's not yours so bugger off" on it.
                        LOL, you could label everything with that!
                        Cooking Primal with Otter - Journal
                        Otter's (Defunct) Primal Log
                        "Not baked goods, Professor, baked bads!" ~ The Tick

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                        • Hey - just discovered your journal and blog today. Bummer your in the Springs - it's a little different down there (I'm in Littleton - ok, maybe a little different here too). Loved your comments on hair dying! Years ago I got voted to PTA president and had only been to like 2 meetings, but you know - a willing body. Anyway, I really wanted to show up the the first meeting of the year w/ purple hair streaks to freak 'em all out. Chickened out though.

                          Do you belong to the Urban Homesteader meet-up group (denver)? They have a seed swap tomorrow. I may go - they sound like some like minded individuals. I noticed you attended some classes at the botanical gardens and hoped you lived closer, but you obviously don't mind the drive or wouldn't have bothered. Anyway, I enjoy your writing and can't wait to get to April myself (I hate March - atleast the first half - then things usually get a bit better).

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                          • Hi Mud Flinger! Different. Yeah. That's one way to put it. In the words of my great aunt (who lives in Highland Park) to her nephew (my Dad)- How did one of YOUR daughters end up THERE?! However, I've decided that being here instead of in the cooler town means that I have less competition for this start-up gardening thing (and this is where my paying job is located)

                            I don't belong to that meet-up, but I just spent the weekend with Heirloom Gardens planting garlic and transplanting sprouted seedlings. And petting her goats. They're so cute! She has two miniatures that just get into everything. I actually find the drive up there to be a bit soothing. Going from work (surrounded to people) to class (surrounded by people- although at least these are interesting) or home (surrounded by people- apartments suck) is kinda stressful. In my car- I feel like I have a nice bubble isolating me from people. Although the other day I did top a hill, look at the mountains, and wish fiercely that I could just keep driving into them and disappear for a while. I'm glad you like my writing! And maybe this can become a support thread for the next few weeks

                            Unofficial weight of 214 today. I'm blaming it on the lousy eating habits culminating in chicken cassarole. But it was free with company and I've been craving mac and cheese lately- so it meant that I only have to pay for it with gas and discomfort and not actual money I'm tired and worn out (lack of sleep and lack of quality introvert time- two different issues) so I was maybe not delightfully sweet. I'm a little torn on that one. On the one hand, being cranky is not a way to make friends. On the other hand, it really sucks when I'm all nice and stuff and then get comfortable enough to whip out an opinion like the only sports worth thinking about learning about are hockey and rugby. Aaron pointed out that they are the most violent. Yeah, well- if sports are the surrogate for war, shouldn't bodily harm be a possibility? (I managed to not say THAT at least) Then I added soccer- I like soccer. It, like, makes sense. Maybe if it's clear that I have an affinity for violence early on it'll be less of a surprise later? I dunno. I am tired of being nice, though. Being mild. There's no point.
                            http://cattaillady.com/ My blog exploring the beginning stages of learning how to homestead. With the occasional rant.

                            Originally Posted by TheFastCat: Less is more more or less

                            And now I have an Etsy store: CattailsandCalendula

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                            • Ya - an affinity for violence is like an affinity for fire - once your friends find out what a big piro you are they look at you a little different too! Sports - meh, I just am not that interested either! Playing is fun but watching and getting your panties in a bunch about it - I mean really? I'll take a walk in the woods over any of it any day - even with the cute guys!

                              Sorry about your food mishap - I just don't go there anymore - I would rather IF and talk to people or just drink some wine (makes the talking to people part easiler anyway). I also have to remember that is easy to say when you've got a couple bucks in your pocket. It sounds like you had a good time gardening anyway so that's what matters. I didn't get much done this weekened. I need more potting soil for a spinach and lettuce garden so plan to run for that today. I'm making a temporary raised bed with some old strawbales around it and plan to cover w/ plastic to keep it from freezing. I'm also putting old gallon milk jugs filled with water inside to help with the temp variations. I just need to remember to open it on days like today so I don't have an oven instead!

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                              • Here's a funny for y'all:

                                I stopped on my way up to Denver for lunch at this yummy BBQ place (Old West Mesquite BBQ in Castle Rock, Mud Flinger). I don't ask about the oil because it's good and I can get a saspirilla if I want one. I didn't this time. I picked up a pound of pulled pork and a serving of fries (yeah, yeah, the weight gain didn't surprise me either). The girl started to ask if it was for here or to go- looked at me- and said "To go, you're not going to eat all of that yourself." Well, it was to go. I ate half of it for lunch on the way up to Denver. The rest was eaten after I got home after the cassarole and (butterless, how sad) asparagus. (My friend that fed me is on Weight Watchers and doing well with it, so it's not like I'm going to say anything)

                                Actually, it's good that I ate pasta. I've been wondering why I'm even bothering with the Primal thing right now since I'm not losing weight (totally my own fault, and I'm aware of that- just can't do much about it right now) so if I'm going to be fat and cranky why can't I have my pizza and pasta? Well- let's just say- this reminded me most eloquently of why I'm avoiding wheat at the very least. And I used to think this was normal!

                                Fire . . . yes . . . (add in a little my precioussss) Fortunately, most people don't get to know me well enough to see THAT part. This family's pretty cool, though- they're not sports people- and her husband has promised to teach me how to shoot. Woo hoo! Before I moved I was actually starting to break down and learn about football because that's practically all they talk about in Baltimore. One of the many reasons I just couldn't stay
                                http://cattaillady.com/ My blog exploring the beginning stages of learning how to homestead. With the occasional rant.

                                Originally Posted by TheFastCat: Less is more more or less

                                And now I have an Etsy store: CattailsandCalendula

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