Please don’t mess with me in the morning.
It takes me a while to rally in the mornings, I’ll admit it. This morning was no exception. I should back up a bit though. Last night, and pretty much all day yesterday, I had pain in my left eyelid. I had a feeling a stye was coming through. I immediately canceled that thought, because I haven’t had a style since I was a freshmen in high school. Yeah…
I woke up this morning (at 7:50, about an hour earlier than I normally do) with more pain when I blinked. My husband was telling me goodbye when I asked him to look at my eye.
“Yeah, you got a stye coming it, and it is pretty swollen.”
Great.
Since I was up, I figured I would hop in the shower and get ready for my day, which I did. But I am still pretty groggy. I throw on a maxi dress and run to the drug store. I had a script I needed to pick up.
It’s early, I’m not quite all there. I know I look slightly crazy. I shuffle into the pharmacy when behind me I hear:
“Hey ‘lil mama, what it do?”
I am no one’s mother, little or otherwise, and I turn around to look at the guy. If it is possible to look crazier than I look right now he does it. Cut off shorts, dirty shirt, raggedy braids in his hair. I give him the evil (stye) eye, and move on. As I am walking I notice a mirror and noticed that my dress is sort of tucked under my strapless bra. So, I am looking crazy as hell, have a stye, and it is early as hell, and you are trying to holler at me!? DO YOU NOT HAVE ANY STANDARDS!?
Oh well, at least my hair looks decent.
Glasses are on because I don’t want you to see my stye. Plus, I do have on clothes, It is a strapless maxi dress from Old Navy last season.
So, not the greatest idea for myself. At all..
Well, I tried geling my two strand twists. They stayed twisted for two days. I didn’t have anything to do the past couple of days. Tonight I am going to try sushi for the first time with my friend Heather. I just undid my twists… If anything, they are wilder than when I just twist them.
Not cute at all. For those that are curious, my shirt says “Mixed martial arts and crafts” and has three ninjas painting, knitting, and writing.
So the craziness that is my hair is going into a puff for tonight. Eesh
Product Review- Kyah Alexandria Shampoo & Shower Bar.
One of my natural hair idols is Chary Jay. She has a channel on YouTube that I subscribe to. She did a product review on several things on Kyah Alexandria’s line, but this bar stuck out the most to me. She said something along the lines of “it made my hair feel like it had lotion in it.” I am always looking for a product (shampoo especially) to put moisture back into my hair, so I scooped this up along with a leave in conditioner (to be reviewed at a later date).

The packaging.
What the packaging says: Kyah Alexandria Shampoo & Shower Bar- Coconut Paradise with Shea butter for all hair types. Full size All Natural.
Ingredients: Glycerin, Di (deionized) water, Coconut Oil, Sorbitol, Sodium Palmitate, Sodium Stearate, Soybean Oil, Almond Oil, Safflower Oil, Jojoba Oil, Aloe Vera Gel, Shea Butter, Coconut Milk, Vitamin E, Olive Oil, Honey, Tea Tree Oil, Fragrance.
When I watched the initial review of this product, Chary Jay was able to break the bar with her hands. When I received mine in the mail, there was a note in there, stating that because it is getting hotter out, they have added an additional ingredient (jojoba oil I think) to make it more solid, so that it does not melt in the mail. So I had to use scissors to cut a piece off.

It' wasn’t difficult at all.
The Smell: I really enjoyed the smell of this product. You get the coconut smell, which isn’t overpowering at all, and then you get a sweet floral undertone. I held out the chunk I had cut off for my husband to sniff and to get his opinion on it. His response? “It smells sort of like a coconut candy.” The smell was really pleasing
Initial Tryout: I scrubbed my hair with the product, it doesn’t create a massive lather, and that is okay for me. I washed my hair and rinsed it out and paused for a moment before dumping conditioner on my hair. I felt my hair. It felt incredibly moisturized. It does feel like there is some sort of lotion on your hair. it is amazing. I love it.
Further Testing: With further testing I realized that it is easier to slice the bar using the scissors with a knife like motion instead of sawing. Also, while my hair luxuriates in the feel of this shampoo, the shampoo combined with conditioner, combined with the rest of my product line up equates product buildup rather quickly. I can use it about 2 or three times before I need to reach for a clarifying shampoo.
Bottom Line: I really liked how this shampoo made my hair feel. It was soft and manageable. I can’t wait to see how the rest of this product line feels!
Where you can purchase: http://mynaturalcare.com/index.html
Goals, it is good to have them.
This was an uneventful weekend for me. There was a reason for that. My second class started today, and I wanted as much relaxing time as I could possibly have. My twistout lasted a decent amount of time. Saturday the hubs and I went out for steak. I put it in a pouf and stuck a flower on it.
Accepting yourself completely
We made it to Friday! Yay!
If you are on Facebook, you would have seen that I posted a couple of photos of my hair.
This being one of them. It is my webcam on my computer, that is why it is kind of craptacular. Anyway, I was headed to the Glee concert last night and trying to do something with my hair. Normally (as in EVERY DAY) I put in a headband and a flower. Sometimes I make a poof, but still have the flower as well. In this photo I have on the flower, but no headband.
As I was figuring out my hair last night, I realized that I always feel kind of stupid without my headband and flower. I feel like everyone is looking at me. This caused me to wonder: am I being ashamed of my hair?
I didn’t want that.
I slowly took the flower out my hair, and fluffed up my twists. I looked really good. One thing I might do in the future is add gel to my twists when they are twisted up. Some of the instantly spread out. and it looked uber cute with them twisted up like that.
See? Totally cute. Except I have that Johnson forehead, that should be a fivehead. *snort*
Oh, and Glee was so much fun! I am really really loud and screamed my head off.. as a result, I got a barf bag from a cheerio. LOL. At one point it got really quiet in the place and I screamed out “I LOVE YOU PUCK!” He could so hear it.
To the two girls that I met in like while I was getting popcorn and you were getting Beer. YOU ARE AMAZING! I hope you live in Indianapolis and we can meet up sometime and drink and drool over Puck! LOL.
Clearing things up.
Happy Tuesday everyone! I hope you had a great Memorial Day. I had a decent time, but as I get older, I start thinking more and more about troops. Do you realize we are coming up on the 10 year anniversary of 9/11? I was 19 when all of this went down. I remember staring at the news, wondering how this would change things. I bawled when the news came on yesterday. They were talking of soldiers going to their friend’s funerals. It was sad. Then I read the news and had a o.O moment. You know how the Westboro Baptist Church are a bunch of douche canoes? Well, the KKK came out to counter protest them. Then Westboro got all righteous on the KKK saying that God doesn’t hate people that are different colors.. only the gay ones. Is it too much to hope that they blow each other up?
My hair this week has been weird. Lately it has felt like the product that I apply has been sitting on top of it, rather than absorbing in. The result is my hair feeling dry, but when I touch my hair my hands are all greasy. Ew.
So last night, when I got into the shower, I sprayed my hair down with apple cider vinegar. The apple cider vinegar then got in my eye, which I had to howl for my husband to come take the bottle, because I couldn’t see where to put it. As he walked away I heard him mumble “so many food products in her hair.” LOL. After that debacle, I shampooed and conditioned my hair as normal.
When I got out of the shower, I dried my hair slightly and applied my Belle Butters (which I am running incredibly low on *Sniffle*). I twisted my hair in huge chunky twists and wrapped with a scarf. Since I have just gotten up, I haven’t taken my twists down, but I will keep you apprised of this development.
This weekend, Yelp.com held an event in my area. The Indy 500 was going on (did you guys know that because I live in Indianapolis, they don’t televise the race? Grumblings were had from my husband and his family. I could care less.) so Yelp did The Yelp 500. It was really neat. There was all sorts of different foods to try from different companies. There were supposed to be camels, but not a one in sight! There was music, that wasn’t really my cup of tea, and a very angry and vulgar clown. He was just screaming out “TITS!!” and all sorts of other nonsense. There was a woman with a beautiful natural hair style. She was a photographer for the even though, and I didn’t want to get in her way. There was an old school photo booth as well. Jeff and I got our pictures taken! You can kind of tell I wasn’t really ready.
The rest of them came out okay for the most part though LOL.
Well, I have some chores to do, some puppies that want to go out, and I have a date.. WITH THE GYM!
Lethargy does not become me.
For those of you that do not know, I have sleep apnea. I don’t breathe very well when I sleep. I stop breathing in my sleep. My brain kick starts my breathing back though. Before I was diagnosed, my sleep was terrible. When I had my tests done the doctor looked at the results in amazement and asked if I drove. “No,” I replied “I don’t have my licence yet.” “Thank God.” he said. Apparently at the rate I stopped breathing 8 hours of sleep a night equated to 15 minutes of quality sleep for me. Everyone was in shock. They all thought I was lazy because I would sleep for 16 hours a day, get up, go to the bathroom, get something to eat, and go back to sleep for another 12 hours. I couldn’t really do anything. I got sick constantly, I gained a TON of weight. I was just not in a good place.
After I was diagnosed, I got fitted for a breathing machine. A man came to my mothers house (this was 10 years ago) who looked like Niles Crane from the show Fraizer.

He was..interesting. He was also one of the first guys to ever make me feel pretty. “You have such big gorgeous brown eyes, you should get contacts!” If I was lighter I would have turned beet red. My mom was looking at him with murder in her eyes.
Eventually I got fitted for this machine. It took some getting used to. However, the first nights sleep I had was the best sleep I’d had in a long long time. So much so, that the next day I stayed up for 24 hours. I was alert and fully competent. It was amazing.
As I write this, I am feeling those sluggish undertones that I used to feel pre-machine. I am exhausted, unfocused, and generally blah. My equipment (mask, tube, filter, and water cannister) needs to be switched out. The company (who I will not name on this blog) who used to be my medical supply people SUCK. They don’t bill correctly, I can’t get a straight answer from them, and I get a complete runaround. I am trying to switch to a new medical supplier, but I need the documentation that the old company has. I have called them 3 times. 3 times they have told me they will send the information to my physician. No bueno. Finally I have gone around them. I contacted the hospital I had my last sleep study done at, and supposedly they have sent the information to my physician (All my information is in Kokomo, and they will not send your information to you without a medical records request and I am not making a trip to Kokomo for just one reason. Total waste of gas). So now I am trying to get a hold of my Doctor. Madness.
One of my more recent goals in my natural hair journey is to do a front cornrow. Kind of a side swept cornrow across the front of my head. I can braid, but not very well. I learned on a barbie doll. I came across this tutorial though: http://cornrows.co.uk/howto/howtobraidcornrowsx.html
I thought it would work. I am kind of odd. If I can visualize myself doing something, I can usually do it. using this tutorial, I can visualize myself cornrowing. So yesterday I co-washed and detangled my hair, parted it, and proceeded to try…
and try…
and try…
I was frustrated, and incredibly sleepy. I gave up and ended up sleeping most of my day away. It was horrid. I am normally an incredibly patient person, but the lethargy, lack of energy, and sheer exhaustion have made me this crabby annoyed short tempered person. I need to get this fixed, and soon.
Job interview Style
This is how I look when I go to interview:
It’s that time again.
Of all the exercises in the world, I prefer to swim. When I was younger, I thought this was God's idea of a joke. Black girl, relaxed hair, unable to care for it, and her favorite thing in the world to do is swim. As a family, we were not at the pool often. In all honesty, I can't swim well at all. I am not 100% sure my mother knows how to swim, and my brother is terrified of the swimming pool.
However in high school you have to take two semesters of swimming. So I looked quite crazy for two semesters. With not knowing how to care for my hair anyway and adding swimming on top of all of that, I already knew it was going to be a disaster. My hair broke off and just looked awful.
After I went natural, I got a membership to the YMCA here in Indianapolis and started swimming. It was a whole different experience for me hair wise, because I actually knew how to take care of my hair. Here is what I do, to prevent a whole lot of chlorine damage from the pool:
- I ALWAYS rinse myself before going in the pool. I thoroughly soak my hair. I make sure my hair is completely saturated so that it can't really absorb any of the chlorinated water.
- When I am done swimming, I rinse really well again.
- I usually go home immediately after I am done. When I get there, I wash my hair. Not Co-wash, I actually use shampoo.
- I condition and detangle as normal
- I protective style.
Indianapolis Bloggers
So most of you know, I am from Indianapolis. I am orginally from a small town called Kokomo, but you need to RUN (not walk) away from that town. It is a pit, a cesspool, and I hate it.
*Ahem* Being in Indianapolis and being a blogger has one slight perk. I get to be a member of Indianapolis bloggers! They are a group all about promoting Indianapolis blogs. YAY!
Here is a link to check them out: http://indianapolisblogs.blogspot.com/

