Thursday, July 26, 2012

Summer Vacation, Days 2 & 3: Hair, Packing, Researching, & Crazy People

The last couple of days, I didn't get as much accomplished as I had hoped I would.  I didn't make it out to the DMV as I had originally planned, but I did manage to get on the DMV website and get the downloadable version of the 2012 Driver's Handbook.  Thank you, internet, for once again supporting me in my sloth-- than you for yet again taking one for the team!

Despite my unwillingness to make it out to the DMV-- which, by the way, is on the other side of town past the bad side of town-- I did manage to make it out to Target on Wednesday because I was in a shampoo crisis.  A few weeks ago, they were having a sale at Target on L'Oreal's Ever line of sulfate-free shampoos which, incidentally, I also had a coupon for.  I'd had a positive experience with some other sulfate-free shampoos like GUD from Burt's and Aveeno's Pure Renewal, so I thought I would give this one a go; I have had positive experiences with some of L'Oreal's other hair and cosmetic products in the past, so I had to reason to think twice about the shampoo. So, I picked up a bottle of the EverStrong Hydrating Shampoo; I didn't bother to get the Conditioner because I have a pixie cut are able to skip washing my hair a couple of times a week, which helps to keep my hair well hydrated.

Boy did this product go wrong.  This shampoo was like Satan in sudsy form.  I used it for about a week and, kid you not, it not only dried out my scalp, but it caused it to itch madly and BREAK OUT.  That's right, I had a small breakout on my scalp!  It was a complete nightmare; luckily, I didn't get dandruff but because of the crazy itchy scalp it gave me, I had to pick up a bottle of Head & Shoulders Itchy Scalp formula at Target yesterday.  Luckily, it seems like the tried and true has started, in concert with my trusty Burt's Blemish Stick, to heal my poor blighted scalp.

I've also spent the past two days packing up things around my home to prepare for some new carpeting that we are going to be getting in on Monday morning.  You never realize how much stuff you truly have, or the weird things you have horded like a crazy lady, until you start boxing and bagging it up.  Needless to say, packing has been a chore, especially since I know that things aren't going anywhere . . . they're just going to be stored in non-carpeted parts of the home until it is done.  Basically, we have to pack and move everything just so we can move it back and unpack it.  All of the packing and moving has not only been a chore, it's been upsetting my dog who, I believe, suspects we are going to ship off to Argentina and leave her behind, or so you would believe by how jumpy my poor little lady has been.  Amidst all of this packing and pimply scalp, I have also been researching and organizing materials so I can begin to write two papers that I have due at the end of the weekend.  So, it seems as though I have been burning my slothful candle at both proverbial ends on the packing and researching front.

Also today, I was verbally assaulted by an old lady who didn't want me to walk my dog past her house for fear that my dog (who's a pug and who smells everything) would pee on her lawn.  Now, pug was not peeing or in the process of peeing; rather, she was just walking in smelling.  Anyone who knows pugs knows that they smell everything and have to be walking for at least 78.3 minutes before they piddle.  My girl had only been out about 5 minutes.  In any even, I stayed calm and she screamed at me and acted crazy.  Then, after I took my dog home and was walking to CVS a few blocks away with my mom, the crazy old bat came out and started screaming at me again for walking my dog past her house and for taking a picture of her home (which I was posting on Twitter to document the verbal assault); mind you, during the second screed, I was on the opposite side of the street, with my mother, and did not have my dog with me.  Seriously, how crazy is that?  It's not like I have a dingo, or that I was walking a Shetland Pony without a poo bag in my possession; rather, my dog was just trotting about and smelling and I was armed with a poo bag, ready to pick up any mess my little girl may have made elsewhere.  Honestly, why pick on the girl with the pug?

Anyhoo, people are crazy, but you should always make sure to document that craziness online, should you need to get a restraining order later.

More about my adventures close to home later.

Cheers,

j.

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