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Ixnay on the ampooshay

I realize I’m going to gross a lot of people out by posting this. But: I stopped shampooing my hair about two weeks ago.

No, really. I shower every day, and condition my hair every day, too. I massage my scalp with the conditioner and rinse my hair well.  But…no more shampoo.  My hair is very thick and wavy, and tends toward dry; my scalp had been itchy and flaky lately, too.  

What brought this on? Recently, a couple friends of mine with curly hair told me they had stopped shampooing a long time ago.  Apparently it’s a thing. So, figuring I could always break out the shampoo bottle if it didn’t work, I decided to give the no ‘poo regimen (as it’s so cleverly called) a shot.

And? I kind of think it looks great. It doesn’t appear greasy at all; Chris swears it smells good. My scalp feels healthier.  And I get to feel all radical, sticking it to the man by refusing to buy his shampoo.

Birthday Par-tay

It was a tropical party. This meant flowered leis, umbrellas in the pink lemonade, and (of course) the limbo.

And don’t forget birthday cake.

Don’t work too hard, Dad.

Procrastination

Oh, deadlines. I count on you, I need you, and yet I also hate you. Is this the way of all true loves?

Instead of meeting my deadline in a timely fashion, perhaps I will go look at cute videos of kitties online.  

I’m guessing it was a disappointing visit

I’m doing a little trolling around Google Analytics this evening, and I decided to see what search terms are bringing people to this site.  Among the top ten: “segregation nuts.”

(Number 12: “will planters cashews cure my toothache.”)

Observations

Lila’s birthday was a smashing success. “I had a fabulous birthday,” she sighed as I tucked her into bed. For one thing, it was St. Patrick’s Day, as always.  For another, it was a drop-dead gorgeous sunny day:

(Stella’s modeling the appropriate head gear.)

Also, we went to Lila’s favorite Mexican joint for soft tacos, where she demonstrated her imitation of a T. Rex:

And Stella responded with her zombie schtick:

Which was followed, naturally, by ice cream at Herrell’s. Lila was entitled to a free “medium” (enormous) sundae, which she insisted on getting, then ate a third of it. Stella needed a (not free) medium sundae as well, and she ate an eighth of that.

Anyway, all good.

And meanwhile, KitchenDaily —for whom I am a contributing blogger — went live yesterday, too:

http://www.kitchendaily.com/family-chef

Come check it out! (No really, please. Check it out, okay?)