I'm Still Alive

You can call off the search.  I'm still alive and kicking.  Just been on a series of trips, trying to enjoy life. But I'm back to give some updates.

Let's see . . . I've been doing a terrible, terrible job of retwisting and moisturizing.  I've been doing my deep conditioning about once a month, rather than once a week like I used to.  My routine in case you forgot was wash and rinse hair with shea moisturizing shampoo.  Then massage head with shea moisturizing conditioner mixed with heated olive oil & honey.  Put baggy over my head, blow dry, and then wash it out. Retwist with olive oil and then blow that not completely dry, but just enough to absorb the oil.  It usually leaves my hair so sheeny and healthy.  I did a bootleg version last night, which consisted of washing and rinsing my hair and then separating it into parts with oil on it (while still wet-I couldn't find my blow dryer).  I did about 9 big plaits all over the head and put a scarf on.  It's not the best thing in the world, but it's better than nothing.

What can I say?  I got locks in the first place because they are supposed to be low maintenance and these are low maintenance times right now.  I guess in the winter, there were more opportunities to stay inside with a glass of wine or hot cup of cocoa and retwist, but now that summer's here . .  . I have ants in my pants, people to see, things to do.  Everybody's graduating, getting married and popping out bebes.  Ah, to be young.

CLOWNING

So one of my sorority sisters was telling me that she knew someone that works in the same field that I do.  She said that I should connect with him and try to do a project together or something because she thinks we have a lot in common.  "Like what?" I asked her.  She said, "Well, he's into everything natural.  He's a vegetarian and doesn't eat any meat.  He's into taking care of the earth, you know?  That kind of thing."  I said, "Well I'm not a vegetarian or anything" and started to laugh.  She looks confused and says, "Well what I mean is that you guys would get along because you're hair is natural, like you have that thing going on."  I said, "Well is his hair locked up or something."  "No," she says, "it's a regular low-cut."  ooookay I thought to myself.

So I told my boyfriend about it a couple days ago.  And this fool says, (if I can try to remember it all) "I guess that makes you a . . . 

-Tree hugging

-Poetry reading

-Color purple quoting

-Trail mix eating

-Henna tatooing

-Weed smoking

-Incense Lighting

-Peace sign throwing

-Grass Roots Project Volunteering

-White People hating

-Vegetarian/Vegan diet eating

-Long colorful skirt wearing

-Bike riding

-Guitar playing

-India Arie, I am not my hair singing

-Flip flop wearing

-Yoga stretching

-African Dance teaching

-Cloth bag wearing

-Reggae listening

. . . and so on and so forth.  I tell ya, he's a barrel of laughs.  (I'm not going to lie, though, he had me CRACKING UP and soon I joined in with the stereotypes)  And this lasted all day.  Anytime we thought of something new, we added it to the list.

So feel free to add anything we may have missed!

Happy Blogging/Blog Reading!