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Into the Abyss–I Mean My Purse

Like most women, I have a pretty heavy, stuffed purse (some folks have referred to it as “the bowling ball,” lol). But unlike most women (or at least most of the bloggers I’ve seen), I don’t carry a beauty department with me wherever I go.

Of course I have the necessary items–a wallet, for instance…
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And I carry a few pencils and keys with me…
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But that, y’all, is about as normal as my purse gets. Let me show you 😀

My Purse: A Mishmash of Tech and Survival Kit

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This is quite possibly the most important thing in my purse, besides my iPhone (with which I was taking these pictures). This little camera case holds my iPod, its cord, and 3 flash drives which are backups of all the files I have on my computer. (After the hard drive disaster I faced last winter, I will NEVER go without backups again.) So in one case, I have my music for my car, plus all my files if I feel the need to work on something while out and about.

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This is the other really important item I have–my little Grid-It organizer, stuffed full of survival items. (Well, maybe not REALLY survival items, but as close as I can get!) I’ve got:

  • a Tide To-Go pen for spills and stains (I need this a lot, lemme tell ya)
  • Advil, Aleve, Advil Migraine, and a couple of prescriptions
  • Neo To Go antibiotic spray for wounds (because I hurt myself accidentally throughout the day)
  • Bobby pins and safety pins (in the Altoids Smalls tin, as seen below:

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And of course, any survival kit like this would not be complete without:

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Yep, that’s right–I carry Band-Aids, wet wipes, and even a bit of gauze with me in my purse. My friends and I are so accident-prone (well, mostly me :P) that you never know what we’ll need!

Aside from such techie and health-related gear, I’ve also got a few slightly more mundane items in my purse:

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A paper notepad and my faithful earbuds…

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My “not-a-pocket-knife” thing (has nail clippers instead of a blade, lolol) and my iPhone cord for connecting it to my computer…

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My one concession to vanity–a foldup brush/mirror combo and a D-ring chock full of hair elastics. (Because sometimes, long hair becomes a bothersome mess. LOL)

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I spotted this trick on one of those life-hack image things, and after I bought a 3-pack of D-rings for keys at my local Dollar General, I quickly put it into play. VERY handy, not only for elastics, but for all the little things that get lost in a purse so easily!

Summary

Now that you’ve glanced into the abyss I call my purse, what do you think? Am I crazy to carry all that stuff with me, or is this just a function of how mobile our lives are today? 🙂

Headache-B-Gone: My Visits to the Chiropractor

I’ve written a lot about the various episodes of pain I’ve suffered (chronicling my daily pain, for example, and how it’s affected my personality over time). A large part of that pain has come in the various forms of headaches, which I’ve suffered throughout my life. My teen years were dominated by eye-piercing migraines that literally had me screaming in the middle of the night, and my early to mid-twenties were tormented with stress-related blood pressure and tension headaches (and, as I discovered in 2011, pain relating to severely infected wisdom teeth as well).

However, over the last couple of years, a new type of headache had arisen to claim the crown which migraines and blood pressure seemed to have relinquished at last…and this one seemed the most resistant to treatment of them all. Well, at least until the chiropractor got to it. 😀

Symptoms: Dull Ice-Pick Through the Temple, and Exhaustion

I thought I had seen the last of my headache problems when I had my wisdom teeth out in November 2011. But the pain only gave me a brief few months’ respite, and then returned.

This pain, however, was a little different from the burning-nerve headaches I’d had with my wisdom teeth. I wasn’t exactly lying in bed clutching my head and crying, but it was still head pain, and it exhausted me. It seemed I just couldn’t get enough sleep, and as soon as I woke up, my head began to scream at me again. But I was also wakeful during nights because I dreaded laying my head to the pillow–it seemed that was when my headaches would begin, dulled only by falling asleep. It was a strange paradox.

It became slowly worse, as 2012 ended and 2013 began; I found myself slipping back into the routine of “doing only what I needed to do” because trying to do any more left me unspeakably tired. And eventually, the headache, which resembled a dull ice pick being slowly tapped into my skull by my own pulse, dominated every day and every night. It was a never-ending pain–it was not “the worst headache I’d ever had,” but it just DIDN’T STOP.

No medicine would touch this pain, either; it laughed off Tylenol, shrugged off Aleve, and bowed only momentarily to Advil and Advil Migraine before flaring right back up again. Even my prescribed muscle relaxer, Flexeril, could only tame it for a few hours before it was back bad as ever. The headache might switch sides of my head 4 or 5 times a day, but it was CONSTANT; it was a siege, a siege I was rapidly losing.

By the end of July 2013, I had had ENOUGH. I felt as if my life were being controlled by the headache; my daily and weekly plans revolved around “whether my head hurt or not.” And I was NOT going to live my life like this yet again, not after what I went through in 2011 with my teeth. I didn’t know what to do, other than to start seeing specialists, since my primary care doctor was just as stumped by these headaches as I was.

The Chiropractor Visit: One More Step before the Neurologist

On the encouragement and recommendations of a couple of friends, I finally made an appointment to see a local chiropractor on the last Friday in July. (That morning, I woke up with yet another headache tapping away at my temple, and I was glad–I wanted the chiropractor to see the headache in action, so they could more accurately see what was happening.)

Once I got to the appointment and was taken back into the office, I described the headache pain in as full detail as I could; the chiropractor listened and nodded, seeming to understand all the little pieces of information I was offering. As I paused, enduring yet another surge of pain, she asked, “Your headache is on the left side of your head, isn’t it?”

I was taken aback by this; I had not told her which side of my head the pain was on, only that I was experiencing a headache at the moment. I hadn’t even made a motion toward my head at all. But she was right–it was currently tap-tap-tapping away at my left temple. “Yes, ma’am,” I answered. “But how did you know?”

“Your left trapezius muscle is visibly swollen–that usually means the muscle is in spasm,” she replied, and she showed me exactly where it was; it was the muscle joining my neck and shoulder, which was not only tender to touch, but was hotter than the surrounding skin. “I’m not 100% sure that this is the sole cause of your headache,” she said as she examined the trapezius muscle, “but this is certainly part of it. After the X-ray, we’ll know more. In the meantime, let’s get you on the muscle stimulator and try to relieve this muscle spasm.”

The attendants then put me on this mythical-seeming “muscle stimulator,” a simple-looking device with two little paddles which were laid on either side of my neck where it joined my shoulders. Within only 8 minutes, this treatment had my left shoulder feeling almost completely loose and free, and the headache was GONE. (The sensation of the muscle spasm breaking apart felt like peeling apart stuck-together vinyl; the very small electric current running through the muscle fibers felt like thousands of tiny fingers massaging under my skin.) Then they took an X-ray, and I was finished with my new-patient appointment, already feeling much relieved.

The Result: The “Headache” Wasn’t a Headache at All!

Once the results of my X-ray came back, the last of the mystery was resolved. My neck vertebrae, as seen in the X-ray, were clearly curving forward over my chest rather than being settled more atop my shoulders (this was likely from years of hunching over the computer keyboard). Over time, my trapezius muscles, which connected my overextended neck to my shoulders, began to spasm from being stretched into an unnatural position.

The spasms became gradually worse and worse, until the inflamed muscles began to choke the nerve endings leading up my neck and ending in my temples. Presto–a “headache” that had nothing to do with my head at all! And this was more than a simple “tension” headache, too; this was the result of severe muscle spasms that simply could not be alleviated without treatment (I should know, I tried).

Where I Stand Now

Armed with this information, I began an aggressive 3-times-a-week course of treatment in early August, consisting of time on the muscle stimulator and spinal adjustments, all to help pull the neck, shoulders, and upper spine back into happy alignment. This, plus some assigned chiropractic stretches to be done twice daily, and some home care advice regarding treatment of inflamed muscles, has been my treatment plan.

But I am glad to report that after several weeks, I am no longer suffering quite so many of those exhausting headaches. (There have been a couple of bad ones, but now they pop up every couple of weeks or so, rather than multiple times a day!) The chiropractors are hopeful that in time, I can come in whenever I need to rather than having to come in 2 or 3 times a week (I’m currently down to 2 treatments per week and doing fairly well).

This has taken a lot of work and a lot of rethinking on how I lead my life (no more extended writing/coding sessions while sitting hunched over the keyboard, for instance). I have to be a lot more careful with my neck and shoulders to prevent them going into spasm; for instance, I’ve had to toss aside one of the two pillows I used to sleep on, realizing that sleeping on two stacked pillows was angling my neck at such a strange angle that the muscles went into spasm almost automatically. (No wonder I couldn’t sleep!!)

Going forward, I will likely have to continue doing the stretches for years to prevent future headaches. But hey, if a 10-minute series of stretches twice a day keeps me from suffering for days at a time, I’ll do it! 😀

Wardrobe Purge: The Beginning

So I started cleaning out my wardrobe over the last couple of weeks…

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And if you’re thinking this is the “before” picture, you’d be wrong. This is actually the “after” picture, with the wardrobe reduced by about half. Almost none of it fits in the dresser drawers (though, admittedly, this is the same dresser I used in childhood, so…it’s probably not really made for “adult-sized” clothes).

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THESE are all the clothes I’m either selling, donating, or trashing. (I think about 60% of the clothes I have in my house fall into this category, lol!)

What I’ve Found Out So Far

  • I’ve kept a LOT of clothes I really didn’t need to.
  • And when I say “a lot,” I mean A LOT.
  • I kept some items hoping I would like them more as I wore them. …What? LOL
  • I kept other items hoping I would shrink back into them. Yeah…about that.
  • Some of my clothes have more memories than wears left in them.
  • My wardrobe has not really changed much in the last ten years. There have been additions here and there, but nothing deleted, and nothing vastly different from the stuff I already owned.

What Happens Now?

So now that I’ve sorted through quite a bit of my clothes, what’s next? I thought the project would be done and over with–I’d take bags upon bags of clothes to Goodwill, and that would be the end of it. But nooooo.

There’s Work Yet Left to Do! D:

  1. I have to find all the hidden caches of clothes throughout every room–there are quite a lot of these, as I moved home several times from college and had to find new places to stuff all the items that apparently replicated like bunnies in my dorm rooms
  2. I have to sort through my “keepable” clothes every week now, to see if there are any more items that could be put out (I’ve already found two shirts that I meant to put in the “donate” bags, LOL)
  3. I have to clean several of the “donate-able” shirts, since they have heavy anti-perspirant stains on them (which I wrote about a few weeks ago)

In short, I’ve got a lot of the “easy” work done (bagging up some of the clothes I no longer wear), but the harder work of making things donate-able, even as I winnow down the number of clothes I want to keep, is still ongoing.

Stay Tuned…

This fight against my wardrobe is not nearly over, and is only a small part of my long siege against the Clutter Dragon in my house (whom I wrote about last fall!). In my next update, I hope to have a good bit of these problems resolved!

My Big Problem: Worrying that I’m Not Good Enough

Officially speaking, I should be a high achiever in adult society. After all, I performed very well all through school (from kindergarten up through grad school), and I have natural talents scattered throughout the arts and technology. Why, then, am I still at home at age 28, having been unemployed for almost 4 years?

Part of it I can blame on the lack of jobs in my fields around home. My skills in creative writing, music, and web design/development don’t seem to be in much demand around here; retail workers, nurses, and industrial workers are more needed. Plus, I’ve had a plethora of health problems which have kept me from working (not least my crippling headaches which have made even “fun stuff” impossible–more about that in a later post).

But there is another part of this that up until last Sunday, I had completely failed to acknowledge. Despite my skills and knowledge, I lacked one important thing to make me a self-starting dynamo: faith in myself. And that, more than anything, has kept me not only unemployed for years, but sick and depressed as well.

The Epiphany

Sitting in church on Sunday, August 11th, I listened as our pastor told us exactly what God demands from us–utter trust. “But sometimes,” he said, “we are too stubborn to depend on the plans God has for us…or we are too fearful of where those plans will lead.”

I sat in the pew, silently angry with that statement. Where had all of “God’s plans” left me so far? Waiting 4 years for the right job opportunity, one that I actually had the skills for? Trying to write a novel that I wasn’t even sure would have an audience when it was finally finished? Making music that it seemed only I would ever fully enjoy, playing away at my keyboard in the basement? I was such a useless human being! Why had I even been made, if this was all I was capable of?

And then, a thought that was most definitely not my own burst like a bubble into my mental stream of self-hate: “You are capable; I made you that way. You just haven’t trusted Me yet.”

In that instant, anger turned to tears; I wept the rest of the sermon, as if each tear were a frustrated prayer, prayers I thought God had put off indefinitely. That one thought, which I firmly believe was a thought from God, had started a cascade of new understanding.

What God’s Little Nudge Was All About

Like I said, by all outward appearances, I should be a very successful person; not only do I have a lot of skills, but I have dreams and ambitions. I daydream about the reception my first novel will get from the public (in these daydreams, it’s always overwhelmingly positive). I think about performing onstage as a solo pianist and singer, in some unnamed auditorium full of family, friends, and fans. I plan for a future in which the money raised by these creative efforts goes toward repairing my parents’ house (the only house I have ever called home), tithing to my church, and preparing a beautiful wedding at long last for myself and my boyfriend.

But in some part of my mind, all these dreams have been reduced to just that: dreams. Increasingly, I have come to believe that I don’t have the skills to make these things come to fruition.

I wasn’t always this way: I remember sharing my talents joyfully with others, and seeing the happiness I brought to their lives by doing so. I am a pleaser, and am happiest when my works give joy to others. But my first foray into the working world soon quashed that idealistic spirit. I learned, shatteringly, that sometimes my best would just not be enough, as I struggled to teach middle-school Language Arts and found myself overwhelmed by the mental workload, demanding time schedule, physical strain, and emotional toll of the job. My hat is off to teachers everywhere; I attempted the job, thinking I would make easy work of it because I was “so skilled,” and I simply could not do it–I nearly committed suicide just to escape it.

What I had not realized until last Sunday was that the scars of teaching school had never healed; indeed, they had spread infection into every last bit of my spirit. Because of my massive failure in teaching, I had learned not to trust my own instincts about the quality of work I produced. Even as I confidently told others that I simply wasn’t made to teach and that I would soon find my “place” in the world, the doubts snuck in: “What if I’m no good at ANYTHING anymore? What if I’ve lost my touch at absolutely everything?”

Subsequent attempts to work resulted in failures as well; I got a retail job that I had to quit after a week because my legs swelled and bruised so badly I could barely walk. Not to mention the webdesign job I got, in which I gave the customer every chance to veto any design components, and I presented the person with the finished product only to hear “Can you design it all again? This isn’t what I want.” It seemed, at least in the working world, that my efforts would be either frustrated by my own disabilities or pooh-poohed by the people I needed to please. It all began to feel absolutely hopeless.

As silly as it may sound to those who have never suffered depression, anxiety, or just plain ol’ self-doubt, these thoughts and situations began to cripple me mentally. I stopped applying for jobs because the massive lists of required qualifications intimidated me. I quit sharing my music with others for a long time, because I thought it “probably wasn’t good enough for anyone else to hear.” I even quit writing on my novel for almost a year; “after all,” I thought, “who’s going to want to read a book like mine? It’s so different from everything out there–it’ll probably never sell anyway.” And I kept writing my blog here, but every week I went without comments from readers left me more and more desolate. Was anybody even reading? Was it even worth it to continue anymore?

This horrible little merry-go-round of self-hatred was what God was trying to free me of that Sunday morning. In fact, He’d probably been trying for a lot longer. But on Sunday morning, I finally heard Him, and the merciless round-and-round in my head stopped at last.

Where Do I Go from Here?

“So what do I do with this?” I found myself wondering, after the bulk of this very blog post had crystallized into an understandable form. “Now that I know to depend on God, where do my dreams and ambitions fit into that?”

I’ve prayed about it quite a bit over the last week, and here is what I’ve come up with:

  • Quit trying to do everything myself out of pride. I need a support system, full of people who understand what I’m trying to do and can help me do it better. (And I also need to actually listen to their advice instead of being offended that they’re offering me advice.)
  • Quit pre-disapproving my efforts before I show them to someone else; I need to give someone else a chance to observe them before I haul off and hate on myself for “not being good enough.”
  • Quit being afraid to share my efforts because someone else might steal them. God gave my talents to me, not to hide them or hoard them, but to use them for His glory. It’s not about me anyway!
  • Quit being afraid to attempt things which I’m not sure I can do. The worst anybody can tell me is “No” or “Try again.”
  • Quit being afraid! THIS most of all!!

So, from today forward, I will seek to connect with people who are professionals in all my fields of talent, people who know the business well and can guide timid little newbies like me. After all, I know that God will lead me to the right people, if I will only step forth in a prayerful decision.

This really terrifies me, to be quite honest; I’ve become so withdrawn and isolated that stepping outside this shell feels like putting my toe out into a frozen wasteland. But I have to, if I’m ever going to “make anything of myself”–if I’m ever going to actually live my life instead of being scared of it!

(I hope my story will help others break out of their own merry-go-rounds of self-defeating intimidation and depression. Let me know in the comments 🙂 )

The Jackhammer in My Brain: Is This Adult A.D.D.?

For years I’ve dealt with a strange brain issue which I thought all people had–the need to switch tasks frequently. Some days it is worse than others; some days I can stay focused on a task for an hour or two, and some days I ricochet around between five different tasks in as many minutes. But for certain, long periods of time focused on one solitary task is nearly impossible for me these days.

I’ve noticed, while suffering this, that there’s an almost physical sensation along with this need for frequent task-switching. I can best describe it as “the jackhammer in my brain.”

Wait, WHAT?

This description is about as accurate as I can get. When I’m having one of my “bad focus” days, I will begin work on a task, and about five minutes later, I start feeling a slight vibration (not quite physical, but just about) on the nape of my neck. It starts off soft, like a gently purring kitty, almost but not quite breaking my concentration. If I’m determined enough, I can ignore it.

But then, after about 10 minutes, the brain “vibration” becomes stronger. Now no longer a purring kitty, the vibration is more like a cell phone on Vibrate. And after a few more minutes, it’s like a blender on “Puree.” And after that, if I’m still on the same task? The “jackhammer” begins–an entirely concentration-breaking vibration, along with the obsessive thought that “if I don’t stop what I’m doing RIGHT NOW, I am going to go CRAZY.” In desperation, I switch tasks…and the jackhammer stops, blessedly, for about 15-20 minutes.

Again, this isn’t an actual physical sensation, but it is as annoying as a physical sensation or a sensory experience. When I’m desperately trying to complete tasks, this keeps me from being able to deeply focus on anything, and I end up feeling horribly restless, bored, and frustrated.

Is This Normal? Well, It’s Normal for Me

For a long time, I thought this was how everyone operated, especially when I was younger. After all, I could lose myself in a good book pretty easily as a kid, but I found that tasks which required a lot of mental effort/concentration were difficult to stick to (such as piano practice). Only when the task became fun or easier could I accomplish it in one fell swoop–for example, I rarely managed to practice piano until I began composing my own music in sixth grade. This manifested in various ways throughout my childhood; I would have two or three toys out to play with at once and switch between them, and would always take a book to the table when I ate by myself because I needed something else to focus on besides food.

Through elementary and middle school, this didn’t bug me so much during school hours, but during high school and college, I increasingly had to fight to control this jackhammer effect to stay on task. Eventually, I came up with the “rotating task list,” which provided me with up to 10 options of tasks to switch to, should I become mentally jackhammered while trying to complete one. That is a strategy I still employ; as I compose my blogs for the week, I often have all 6 blog files open at once, so that I can switch between subjects if my brain gets too “buzzy” to concentrate on one particular subject.

But most recently, I’ve found that paying extended attention to even enjoyable things is difficult. While watching movies or TV shows at home, my smartphone is never far away, promising me something constructive to do with my hands; during Sunday morning worship, the backs of my church bulletins get filled with doodles, or I’m on my smartphone again. Even when I WANT to pay attention, the “jackhammer in my brain” takes over within minutes, demanding that I switch tasks. Sometimes the need to switch almost makes me physically nauseous.

Physical Causes Don’t Seem to Explain It

I’ve tried finding the causes for such strange behavior on my own, but most of my investigations seem to lead to dead ends. For a while, I thought I was just tired, because I’ve increasingly found sleeping to be just as difficult as paying attention for long periods of time. My brain just never wants to settle–I have to thoroughly exhaust my body before my brain will finally wave the white flag and allow me to sleep. And, once asleep, I often wake up every hour on the hour, because I feel simply bored of sleeping. (How is that even POSSIBLE? I’ve heard of insomnia, but this is ridiculous…)

But even with a full night of rest (which usually requires medication to achieve), there are still some days that the jackhammer in my brain refuses to let me watch favorite TV shows, complete Sunday school lessons, or write my novel for more than 5 minutes at a time. I don’t have any physical tremors that I know of, though I do have severe neck and shoulder tension which has required chiropractic care to resolve. Additionally, I suffer all sorts of headaches, and so I’ve wondered whether a silent migraine may be to blame. But a silent migraine lasting weeks at a time?

Having been a very physically active child, and now having to be a more sedentary adult because of my lower body injuries, might have something to do with it; perhaps I’ve still got all that energy pent-up somehow. But if I have all that energy, shouldn’t I be able to direct it to completing tasks instead of frittering it all away in the aimless junk I do trying to get my brain to stop buzzing?

Mental Cause: Anxiety or Adult A.D.D.?

Failing to find a physical cause thus far, I’ve begun to wonder about both anxiety and adult A.D.D. I am a worrier, but even when I’m not really worried about anything, my attention can often wander. It seems as though my brain constantly changes the channel on me, searching for mental stimulation and incessantly pestering me when I refuse to give it the most stimulating fare possible. I constantly have to have something to do with my hands when sitting somewhere; I must be actively taking information in, otherwise, I get the horrible jackhammer sensation again. (Sitting still is also very difficult for me; as well as having a jackhammered brain more often than not, I also fidget like crazy and trot my leg, even while I’m in an enjoyable situation. It’s REALLY weird.)

Anyone Else Had This Happen to Them?

The “constant-channel-changing” brain phenomenon has often been associated with A.D.H.D. or adult-onset A.D.D., at least in casual conversations I’ve had. I don’t have any scientific basis for it, though, so I’m left to wonder what it is that makes my brain reasonably cooperative on some days and rebounding around in my skull on other days. I’m wondering if anyone else has experienced this kind of brain weirdness and can recognize these symptoms. Am I just strange? LOL!

Smartphones: 4 Great Care and Usage Tips

The perks of using a smartphone are things I’m just now getting used to–being able to check my email from anywhere, stay updated on news and social media without turning on the computer, and having true mobile gaming, among many other things.

But smartphones also bring with them a new set of concerns. What do you do about scratches and shattered cases–do you try to repair or get a new phone? How do you charge the thing without feeling deprived for hours as it lies connected firmly to the wall?

While the following post is not a comprehensive list of smartphone hacks, these are all things I’ve personally used to make my smartphone-owning life a lot easier. I think these tips can help you, too.

#1: Use Airplane Mode

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One of the greatest tricks I ever learned from the Internet was how to use Airplane Mode to charge my phone WAY faster. In Airplane Mode (found in Settings, most likely), your phone doesn’t have to use energy for data or cell phone signal, so the battery can charge super-fast. However, Airplane Mode also works great for those times when your data or wireless signal is being a little bit finicky–toggling Airplane Mode on and off in the space of about a minute is akin to resetting your wireless router.

#2: Buy a Strong, Protective Case

A case that fully covers your phone (to protect against scratches) and is strong enough to withstand drops is much better than paying for a new phone every few months. I personally use the Otterbox Defender, which has already saved my iPhone (and my sanity) several times. This article at Hongkiat.com shows a few other tough smartphone cases. These cases ARE a bit bulkier, but they do the job.

#3: Clean Your Screen

Clean your screen and any other exposed bits of your smartphone regularly with a soft cloth and spray meant for eyeglasses–I use just a little squirt of eyeglass spray on the cloth, and then wipe down the screen to get rid of collected face and fingertip grease. This helps SO much to not have to touch a dirty greasy phone every day!

#4: Shut Down and Restart Every Week

If you think that shutting down and restarting is only for your computer, think again. I’ve gotten into the practice of shutting down and restarting my phone every Sunday night–it REALLY helps the performance of my phone. After all, that smartphone you hold is a miniature computer; it needs a little rest and relaxation, too! This can really help if you’re having some weird performance issues or display bugs. (Just like with the computers, turning it off and on again can fix most things, LOL)

Repurposed: Jewelry Organizer as Hair Notions Organizer

Earlier this week, I spoke of my long, straight hair. As you might imagine, to style such long hair, I have a collection of scrunchies, elastics, clips, etc. But the sheer amount I have is kind of ridiculous.

How ridiculous are we talking? Well, I knocked over my big basket of scrunchies the other day, and they literally covered about 2 square feet of carpet in front of my dresser, with no carpet visible between them. (I should be in “Scrunchie Hoarders Anonymous” or something…XD)

Not to mention that I usually have to dig for several minutes in that basket to find the ONE scrunchie I’m looking for. My organizational skills seemed to have stalled out when it came to sorting out my hair notions–I had no idea what would work best to store all these scrunchies and clips and such, yet keep them all accessible and visible.

…Well, that is, until I found a neat little jewelry organizer which worked great for the purpose.

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This is Walmart’s knockoff of the popular “Little Black Dress” jewelry organizer–this version was about 10 bucks, and as you can see in the picture, all the little pockets are stuffed with elastics and scrunchies. (I told you it was a lot! LOL!)

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On the back of the “dress,” you can see I’ve hung all my hair clips and other hard-plastic notions. (Getting those big clips to behave properly on those Velcro strips wasn’t easy, but I did it!)

The reason I chose this kind of visual organizer is because I needed something that would display all the hair notions, yet be easy to sort and organize (and easy to put stuff away). I honestly thought I was going to have to build what I wanted, until I saw the Little Black Dress organizer, and then found a good-enough knockoff at Walmart.

This solution works really well so far (I’ve been using it about a week); not only has it shortened my time spent looking for the right hair accessory, but I also found several hair notions that I thought had gone missing permanently! (Which just goes to show that if you organize properly, you’ll end up saving yourself time and frustration in the long run :D)

The Pros and Cons of Straight Hair

There are quite a few blog articles out there about dealing with curly hair, but not a lot about straight hair, I’ve noticed. Most folks believe that curly hair is the harder type of hair to deal with, whereas straight hair seems “easier.” As an owner of straight hair, I believe I may be able to set the record straight (hee hee) about how it is to live with straight hair (and to love it, in fact!).

A Little Background, Please

I’ve had stick-straight, fine hair my entire life, and up until a few years ago, I despaired of being able to do anything with it. With my oval face shape and curvier body size, big, glossy, voluminous curls looks REALLY great on me…BUT they take many hours and lots of product to achieve. (And even then, the curls aren’t guaranteed to stay. See: prom night, when I let down my sponge-rollers after 17 hours of letting my mousse- and gel-soaked hair dry in them…and promptly saw that hard-won curl relax into straightness again. Much ARGH.) And what about the Great Brillo-Pad Spiral Perm of 1991? Let’s just not go there. :S

But a few years ago, I realized that even though I didn’t have the big amazing curls I thought I wanted, I did have something quite lovely in its own regard; straight, shiny hair.

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This is how my hair dries naturally, with no product in it at all–glossy, smooth, and straight. For years I bemoaned the fact that I could do nothing “cool” with my hair…not realizing that this style was “cool” in and of itself. There are curly-haired girls who get up extra-early every morning and work for two solid hours to get their hair to look like this (much to my surprise!).

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I’ve generally kept my hair long and center-parted like this, and so I’ve ended up with a head of fairly easy-care hair, quite by accident. Many women cannot say that; they continue to fight their natural texture every day, as I did for several years. I suppose the big difference is that I finally got tired of fighting my hair texture and decided to run with it instead.

So, without further ado, I present to you “The Pros and Cons of Straight Hair;” straight-haired girls will probably nod and laugh, and curly-haired girls may just sit and wonder at how the “other half” lives. LOL

Pros of Straight Hair Cons of Straight Hair
  • No need for frizz serums
  • Very, VERY shiny 😀
  • Looks tidy and sleek without much effort
  • Smooths down flat to your head for sophisticated updos
  • Braids easily
  • A little easier to detangle (note, I said “a little”)
  • Easy to part
  • Things wash out of it easily (shampoo, peanut butter, marinara sauce…hey, I have long hair that likes to dip itself in food occasionally)
  • Strong, doesn’t break off easily
  • Want volume? Really? Seriously? Uh, NO.
  • Barrettes, clips, and bobby pins slide right out of your hair if they aren’t glued in or cemented in with hairspray (NOT kidding)
  • Shows greasy roots/excess hair product very easily
  • “Bedhead” texture = not cute with straight hair. More like “strung-out-on-something” texture.
  • Hair elastics must be wrapped around the hair 3 or 4 times for it to hold the hair firmly enough
  • Curling your straight hair? Don’t bother if your hair is longer than shoulder-length; the sheer weight of your hair will drag the curl right out in MINUTES.
  • Hairspray turns straight hair into an unmoving mass, like a frozen curtain
  • Any clip or barrette that has been put into your hair runs the risk of leaving a very noticeable “dent” in your hair when it’s taken out (very unflattering)

What do you think? Have I hit the nail on the head (or the hair)? 😛 Let me know in the comments!

The Pollenmobile: Spring’s Practical Joke on Us

You can tell it’s spring here in the South when my normally-blue car gets a nice yellow-green coating on it. (Living in the midst of trees and blooming flowers as we do, it’s par for the course.)

It usually does no good to rinse your car off in these blooming spring days, either–a few hours to a day later, the yellow sheen is back. I have even taken to calling my car the “Pollenmobile” recently, since the bees seem to like my car even more than the flowers. (Case in point: at a long stoplight in town the other day, a few wasps and bees visited my side mirrors and the hood of my car…they had a grand old time crawling around in the yellow dust.)

But as yellow-green as my car has looked recently, it doesn’t even hold a candle to these lovely depictions I’ve found all over the Internet. Take a look at some of these pollenmobiles, and feel better about your own car this spring!

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ConsumerReports.com

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DetailedImage.com

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IpswichStar.co.uk

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Yarns, Etc.

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Environmental Graffiti

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Environmental Graffiti

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MentalFloss.com