I am so lazy with my hair. I've gotten to the point where I let it air dry and comb it into place. I don't have the time or inclination to do much more. I have always struggled with frizziness. About 10 years ago it was so bad that I looked like I was in a perpetual state of static shock. Now it's usually just some sticking up bits around my scalp.
I generally don't put product in my hair anymore, but when I got my sample of Avon's Frizz Control Lotus Shield Anti-Frizz Treatment, I figured I'd give it a try.
I love it! Apply it to damp hair and style (comb, heh). It dried much more controlled, and was soft to the touch. This will definitely become a part of my routine. {Shameless plug alert} If you want to try some, feel free to stop by my website and order a bottle.
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Oddly, we have absolutely no plans this weekend. Of course, that can change quickly. What are your plans this weekend?
Friday, July 16, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Not the Specialty Pharmacy's specialty
At the beginning of this year, my health insurance changed and therefore so did the specialty mail order pharmacy that I use to get my MS meds.
6 months later, I'm still not impressed.
Before I even received my first shipment, there was confusion. They called to confirm that they would be shipping me an MS med that is different than the one I take. I told them that no, I take Copaxone. After a little arguing with me, they discovered that they have another patient with the same name as me who is on the other MS med. The said they forgot to double check the birthdate. Um...okay. Seems like a pharmacy would have safeguards about such things, but okay.
Since then, I have received two messages from two different people every single time they need to call me, they have returned calls to me when the message to them was from my doctor, and they have attemped to schedule a shipment 6 days after the previous one (should be sent about every 30 days).
On Monday I received a sharps container that I never requested via UPS. I didn't think much of it (except that it was wasteful, as I did not need it) until they called yesterday to schedule my next shipment. They asked if I had received my sharps container, and I said "Yes, but I don't know why." They said "We have a note here that you left a voicemail requesting one." I said that I had not, and there was a long pause. I then said "When I first switched to this pharmacy, I was nearly sent the wrong medication because you have another patient with the same name. Maybe she requested a sharps container." The cheerful response? "Ohhhh. That's probably what happened." Grr.
6 months later, I'm still not impressed.
Before I even received my first shipment, there was confusion. They called to confirm that they would be shipping me an MS med that is different than the one I take. I told them that no, I take Copaxone. After a little arguing with me, they discovered that they have another patient with the same name as me who is on the other MS med. The said they forgot to double check the birthdate. Um...okay. Seems like a pharmacy would have safeguards about such things, but okay.
Since then, I have received two messages from two different people every single time they need to call me, they have returned calls to me when the message to them was from my doctor, and they have attemped to schedule a shipment 6 days after the previous one (should be sent about every 30 days).
On Monday I received a sharps container that I never requested via UPS. I didn't think much of it (except that it was wasteful, as I did not need it) until they called yesterday to schedule my next shipment. They asked if I had received my sharps container, and I said "Yes, but I don't know why." They said "We have a note here that you left a voicemail requesting one." I said that I had not, and there was a long pause. I then said "When I first switched to this pharmacy, I was nearly sent the wrong medication because you have another patient with the same name. Maybe she requested a sharps container." The cheerful response? "Ohhhh. That's probably what happened." Grr.
Thursday, July 08, 2010
How to NOT save time
If you tell me we have opened the last ink cartridge in the office for our large scale plotter when you open it, time it takes me to ensure we have a new one on hand: 5 minutes
If you do not tell me we have opened the last ink cartridge in the office for our large scale plotter when you open it, time it takes me to ensure we have a new one on hand: 90 minutes
I was notified, with a sense of urgency, that we needed black ink NOW! This did not allow me to order it online for delivery tomorrow. Instead, I went to Sam's Club's website and ensured that they had it available at our local store, which according to their website, they did.
Journeyed to Sam's club only to discover, by means of looking on the shelf and asking employee to look in computer, that they do not actually have it in stock.
Attempted to purchase other office items with company check, and was told that they no longer accept company check without photo ID from person presenting it. Went out to car to get license.
Came back to office with no ink cartridge and grabbed Office Max credit card (not before calling Office Max to make sure they had cartridge). Went to Office Max, obtained cartridge and happily went to counter to pay. Was informed that bank discontinued Office Max credit card, and all customers should have received a letter last year (didn't). Paid for cartridge with personal credit card.
Returned to office an hour and a half later, ink cartridge on hand.
If you take the last one, please tell me. Preferably before you completely USE UP the last one.
Sincerely,
Me
If you do not tell me we have opened the last ink cartridge in the office for our large scale plotter when you open it, time it takes me to ensure we have a new one on hand: 90 minutes
I was notified, with a sense of urgency, that we needed black ink NOW! This did not allow me to order it online for delivery tomorrow. Instead, I went to Sam's Club's website and ensured that they had it available at our local store, which according to their website, they did.
Journeyed to Sam's club only to discover, by means of looking on the shelf and asking employee to look in computer, that they do not actually have it in stock.
Attempted to purchase other office items with company check, and was told that they no longer accept company check without photo ID from person presenting it. Went out to car to get license.
Came back to office with no ink cartridge and grabbed Office Max credit card (not before calling Office Max to make sure they had cartridge). Went to Office Max, obtained cartridge and happily went to counter to pay. Was informed that bank discontinued Office Max credit card, and all customers should have received a letter last year (didn't). Paid for cartridge with personal credit card.
Returned to office an hour and a half later, ink cartridge on hand.
If you take the last one, please tell me. Preferably before you completely USE UP the last one.
Sincerely,
Me
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
Everyone's in it for the comments, to some degree
When I started blogging, several years ago, it was more of a journaling thing. Imagine my surprise when I started to get a comment...or two. And then a dozen comments became pretty normal, and every once in a while I broke 20 comments. I was never a big-time blogger, but I was big enough for me. I felt that the random stuff I typed was being read, and either enjoyed or disagreed with. And that was fun.
Then many of the bloggers who commented/whose blogs I read stopped blogging. Some migrated completely to Facebook (which I have still not joined). Then I was laid off from my job and didn't post for several months. Upon my return, I shouldn't have been surprised to see that commenters had all but disappeared completely.
I am thankful that there are still a few who visit and comment regularly, like Jess, Liz, Liz and Overthinking Mama.
Maybe a few more will come back some day...or newly arrive.
Anywho...Today I'd like to talk about how I just don't belong in a salon.
Many years ago, I got my haircut wherever I got the best deal, then a friend introduced me to the salon. After my initial shock "$25 for a haircut?!?" (circa 2000), I fell right into it. After my son was born, I switched to another salon that offered Saturday appointments. After my son started getting his haircut at a "place" rather than at home, I switched to a cheaper chain place to offset the cost.
Hubby and my son gave me a gift certificate to a fancy-schmancy spa/salon for Christmas. Hubby tried to get a friend of ours to get one for his wife, too, so we could go together, but the friend's husband said his wife was "Not really a spa person." "Neither is my wife!", conceded hubby. But bless his heart, he got me the certificate anyway. I finally used it this weekend, just for a haircut, because I needed one anyway.
I appreciated the gift and the sentiment, but this spa was kind of snooty. I waited over a half hour past my appointment time, the stylist drenched the collar of my shirt when she washed my hair. To make matters worse, I felt that she was making a dig at my Mackinac Island souvenir shirt when she said "I'm sorry I got your t-shirt wet." Perhaps a fancier shirt would have stayed drier. While all salons try to sell their products, I felt very much like I was stuck in a commercial when she identified the shampoo, conditioner and serum as she used it. Then at the end said "Would you like to purchase any of the products we used today?"
I like the haircut, but she shifted my part about 3/4" to the side, so each morning when I first comb my hair I have very long strands hanging over on one side until I fix it.
I never felt so much like I didn't belong somewhere before. I knew I didn't belong when the haircut came to $45. Dude, $20 haircuts are plenty for me. Even $15. I used the remainder of the certificate for a green bottle of OPI nail polish for my toes. Because I'm a little more funky than I am spa.
But thank you, hubby and son, for a sweet gift. :-) The best part - The gift certificate was a deal - They got double value for what they paid for it! Yippee!
Then many of the bloggers who commented/whose blogs I read stopped blogging. Some migrated completely to Facebook (which I have still not joined). Then I was laid off from my job and didn't post for several months. Upon my return, I shouldn't have been surprised to see that commenters had all but disappeared completely.
I am thankful that there are still a few who visit and comment regularly, like Jess, Liz, Liz and Overthinking Mama.
Maybe a few more will come back some day...or newly arrive.
Anywho...Today I'd like to talk about how I just don't belong in a salon.
Many years ago, I got my haircut wherever I got the best deal, then a friend introduced me to the salon. After my initial shock "$25 for a haircut?!?" (circa 2000), I fell right into it. After my son was born, I switched to another salon that offered Saturday appointments. After my son started getting his haircut at a "place" rather than at home, I switched to a cheaper chain place to offset the cost.
Hubby and my son gave me a gift certificate to a fancy-schmancy spa/salon for Christmas. Hubby tried to get a friend of ours to get one for his wife, too, so we could go together, but the friend's husband said his wife was "Not really a spa person." "Neither is my wife!", conceded hubby. But bless his heart, he got me the certificate anyway. I finally used it this weekend, just for a haircut, because I needed one anyway.
I appreciated the gift and the sentiment, but this spa was kind of snooty. I waited over a half hour past my appointment time, the stylist drenched the collar of my shirt when she washed my hair. To make matters worse, I felt that she was making a dig at my Mackinac Island souvenir shirt when she said "I'm sorry I got your t-shirt wet." Perhaps a fancier shirt would have stayed drier. While all salons try to sell their products, I felt very much like I was stuck in a commercial when she identified the shampoo, conditioner and serum as she used it. Then at the end said "Would you like to purchase any of the products we used today?"
I like the haircut, but she shifted my part about 3/4" to the side, so each morning when I first comb my hair I have very long strands hanging over on one side until I fix it.
I never felt so much like I didn't belong somewhere before. I knew I didn't belong when the haircut came to $45. Dude, $20 haircuts are plenty for me. Even $15. I used the remainder of the certificate for a green bottle of OPI nail polish for my toes. Because I'm a little more funky than I am spa.
But thank you, hubby and son, for a sweet gift. :-) The best part - The gift certificate was a deal - They got double value for what they paid for it! Yippee!
Thursday, July 01, 2010
The Methodist Church Needs More Catholic Priests
As I've mentioned, our family attends a Methodist Church and a Catholic Church. I am Methodist, my husband, though a member of our Methodist Church, considers himself Catholic. Our son prefers the Methodist Church, and is involved there in Sunday school and other activities. As a family, we more or less alternate which church we go to, and that seems to work for everyone.
My husband's cousin is going to seminary to become a Priest. When I told my son about this, his eyes lit up and he said "Oooh! Where will he work when he's done?" I told him that the cousin wouldn't know until he was done. He eagerly said "Maybe he will work at {our Methodist Church}!" I said that he would not, since Priests are Catholic, he would be working at a Catholic church, so maybe he would work at {Catholic church that we attend}. I assumed this would warrant a pleased response, since he could still be working somewhere that we go, but instead I got a disappointed "Oh. Why can't priests work at a Methodist Church?" Then came a discussion and Priests and Pastors and Reverends.
Hubby and I told the cousin about this, and he thought it was funny. I jokingly told him that our son wouldn't convert for him, but if he wanted to consider converting... The cousin laughed and said "I guess you never know."
My husband's cousin is going to seminary to become a Priest. When I told my son about this, his eyes lit up and he said "Oooh! Where will he work when he's done?" I told him that the cousin wouldn't know until he was done. He eagerly said "Maybe he will work at {our Methodist Church}!" I said that he would not, since Priests are Catholic, he would be working at a Catholic church, so maybe he would work at {Catholic church that we attend}. I assumed this would warrant a pleased response, since he could still be working somewhere that we go, but instead I got a disappointed "Oh. Why can't priests work at a Methodist Church?" Then came a discussion and Priests and Pastors and Reverends.
Hubby and I told the cousin about this, and he thought it was funny. I jokingly told him that our son wouldn't convert for him, but if he wanted to consider converting... The cousin laughed and said "I guess you never know."
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