Back in October of last year, my blog got hacked. At that point, I thought @McAfee Site Advisor was a useful tool, since the warning that suddenly popped up saying that my blog was malicious.
I spent the next two weeks getting my blog set back up… installation of backup files, password changes, file cleanup and more.
But the popups keep showing up that say my blog’s malicious, even though everything has been fixed.
If you know what this is an x-ray of, you’re probably over the age of 50, know someone who is, or have possibly had colon issues.
I had a colonoscopy done in my late 20’s or early 30’s. I don’t remember a single thing I can list as fun! I do remember the doctor explaining to me how most people’s colons go up, across, and back down, but that there are a few select people (I’m a lucky one amongst them!) who have a colon that, instead of going straight across behind our hearts, it does this little loop-de-loop type thing. He said he’d really love to have a chance to do a study on it.
Got up this morning and was waiting for our boss to send us pickup information. Instead, we got a phone call that the company owner was going to shut the Phoenix terminal down.
He says it’s only for about 45 days. But he’s been telling us a ton of stuff since August when the terminal opened that he hasn’t followed thru on, so there’s really no reason to believe that’s going to change now.
Even in my “I hate to cook” home, I don’t mind making these… for several reasons. First, there’s ZERO cooking involved so there’s zero chance I’ll burn it! Second, they’re finger foods, so I can grab and go! Third, they’re super simple to put together! And finally… other than a few prep dishes, cleanup is…
Yes I know… uncles get to be more fun because the nieces and nephews aren’t their own kids. But that’s not what I’m talking about. My father has four kids… but as far as I know, I was the only one he abused (mom divorced him before he ever had a chance to do the same to my brother).
My father sucked as a dad… at least as mine… he was scary, abusive, and hurtful.
I wasn’t sure when it was that I first started looking into how to use henna hair dye, so I checked my email to see when I’d ordered it. It was July of last year.
I’ve spent hours and hours reading different websites so I could reduce the “turn my hair green” factor once I decided to dye my hair. Given how well it turned out, I’m glad I took the time.
If you’re new to using henna hair dye and considering giving it a try, I highly suggest you do the same thing… unless of course you don’t mind having green (or some other weird color) hair for a while!
Obviously we’re on a “let’s discuss my hair” week. It’s not something I planned, but this whole henna dye thing was something that I found scary as well as fascinating. So I figured I’d let you know (and document for my future attempts) what’s going on with it.
So why am I still talking about it 24 hours later? Because I’d read that, unlike chemical hair dyes, henna hair dyes take time to process… yep, it’s a bit strange to me too! But it’s true!
While I was doing my henna hair experiment this past weekend, I remembered the one time (thankfully VERY long ago) when I’d gone completely blonde.
When I was younger, I occasionally decided to highlight my hair… summer was always a good time for it. Lemon juice was originally what I used, until the SunIn hair lightener hit store shelves (lemon in a bottle)!
I just finished step two of dying my hair using a 50/50 mix of pure henna and indigo (also known as henndigo).
If you read the first post I did covering step one, you know that my hair had turned a very pretty shade of orange (I never did understand why they called my brother a redhead… IT’S ORANGE!).
Well today’s the day. I just finished slathering my hair in pure Henna. It’s step one to covering the gray, and step one to becoming the redhead I’ve NEVER wanted to be!
It’s ok. I learned from all my research that using pure Henna as a first step will help a lot to cover the gray I hate so much.
We’ve got hummingbirds! You know, those tiny little birds that flap their wings at a million miles a second. Ok, so maybe that’s an exaggeration. But they DO flap their wings so fast that they appear to be flying still (Yeah I know. But have you ever seen a hummingbird STANDING still while its wings…
It seems like a simple concept right? Kids know their names… especially if they’ve already learned to write… right? Not necessarily… My son was in first grade when I found out he didn’t know his middle name. I’m serious! I have a boy with an above average IQ, and while I’m not in that class,…
Why do always end up looking like this? Am I the only one who gets as much water on myself as I get on the dishes?! Take care, Debi aka @GenXBrat p.s. Be sure to subscribe for updates and to join in on the conversations!
I asked my son what he wanted for Christmas dinner… game hens again (that’s what we had for Thanksgiving but they really weren’t that good this time around), ham, chicken or meatloaf (it’s his grandma’s recipe).
He chose meatloaf. I’m good with that!
This is the original recipe I got from my mom. She made it for us as far back as I can remember. She was a single mom of two. And even when she was with my stepdad, she still had to make food stretch because he came with two sons that moved in as well.
If you were looking for a job, and this is what the description was, would you apply?
Job Requirements:
Must be available a minimum of 70 hours per week, at any time of day or night.
If circumstances beyond our control occur, you may need to remain at your desk an additional 24-48 hours.
Your compensation will be between 24 and 38 cents per minute, but only for those minutes that you are in motion.
I’m in the process of “getting my life together”… as if that’s a surprise right?! The real question is, “What the hell does that mean!?”
For me, that entails quite a few different things. I want more room in my home which requires that I declutter, more time to focus on the things that matter which requires that I get this stuff done, and the peace of mind that when I die, my son knows what the hell is here which requires that I get organized! But I keep putting these things off because life is happening. But this is ABOUT my life so it’s time to get it together!
This is a recipe that my mom got from her best friend way back when I was in high school. I still remember the day that I came home and mom told me to taste it. She pointed at this plate that literally looked like someone had just emptied a baby’s diaper onto a plate….
The latest and greatest… she’s smart, she’s 4, and she’s always on the move…
Monday. Granddaughter’s playing “don’t touch the floor”. So she’s jumping from the bed to the cooler in the corner.
Grampa: Don’t do that. You’re gonna fall and get hurt.
GD: Ok grampa….
I want to share with you a glimpse into my personal relationship. We’re dating. We’re not dating. We used to date and now… Aw hell! For the sake of this post, I’m just gonna leave it at “It’s complicated.”
Anyway…
I love cucumbers! Of course I prefer them in pickle form if I have a choice, but in the summer heat, eating them plain and ice cold is definitely the way to go.
Until recently…
For some reason over the past year, it seems like every time I’ve bought cucumbers, part or all of every one had this god-awful bitter taste.
This is what happens in my kitchen when I’m involved. I mean really! How is it even possible to do this when you’re just using it as intended? It’s not like I was scrubbing the floor with it!! In all good consciousness, I can NOT recommend this as a useful kitchen cleaning tool… just saying!…
You know, when I went into work and found out there wasn’t a load (meaning I’m hauling an empty trailer to Cali), I figured the night was gonna run smooth. I should know better. The air conditioning went out less than two hours down the road. And let me just tell you, there’s nothing better…
Yes Dr. Reed. I DID just have a 4-day weekend. No sitting for 10 hours behind the wheel of a truck for me!! Oh, what did I do during my time off? Well I spent it slouched over my computer screen for 10 hours a day!!
Send me a text message at 2am to let me know how rude it is of me to not have contacted you all day. Then don’t respond to any of my texts the rest of the nite.
I recently discovered I have a crock pot – actually, I re-discovered it. I’m sure I bought it years ago for a recipe I found that I wanted to make. But like most the recipes I find that inspire me to “want” to cook, I probably lost it and just never got around to looking…