There should be a word for when you do something that's totally awesome but also a really bad idea.
I'm sure the Germans have a word for it!
zuisa, are you a brunette trying for a brighter, more intense red? Try going to a Sally's and getting a hair dye aimed at African-American hair. I've been really pleased at the results on my white-bread, mousy brunette head.
And I am not appalled by the silver in my hair; I just like it to be red. I may say fuck it when I cam 70 or so, but my natural color is mouse, so...dye, baby, die.
What grays I can see when I'm rooty are my pat. grandma's lovely silvery silver, so that's cool. But I don't have enough, so if I went au natural now, I'd be silvery-mouse.
No, thanks.
Looking at what I have, the tallow doesn't look that appetizing, and elsewhere the cookbook says frozen butter is an acceptable substitute for suet, so I think I will go with frozen goose fat.
Thanks!
Ok, I'm not getting anything done now. Mainly laughing because someone over here has programmed her Oregon Trail family for three kids: Harry, Hermoine, and Ron. Eagle Expelliarmus!
Generic names for soft drinks by county
From The Great Pop vs. Soda Controversy
It shows the county I grew up in (Waupaca) says 'soda'. Nuh-uh. We said 'pop'.
I have zero white or gray hair. Seriously. It's starting to freak me out slightly. Like, is there a wig in the attic going silver?
You and me both. Of course, it could just be that you can't really tell.
I have hardly any gray hair, either, and don't expect much -- neither of my parents is completely gray in their 60s.
I'm almost to the point where I don't mind looking younger than I am, but it's really not that great in the professional world. Just a couple of years ago, someone was going on about how I was SO ACCOMPLISHED for my AGE. I was like, lady. I've been in this field for almost 15 years. I'm not as young as you think I am.
One of my aunts started going grey in high school and another aunt did in her 20s but my mom is still mostly dark haired at 68.
I have zero white or gray hair. Seriously. It's starting to freak me out slightly. Like, is there a wig in the attic going silver?
You and me both. Of course, it could just be that you can't really tell.
That was my guess, but my stylist, who actually gets a close look at it, says there really is none. I'm assuming I'll be one of those people whose hair goes white overnight. White would be cool, as would silver. My dad is silver/white, so I'm hoping for that.
It has Will County, where I grew up, picking "pop" over "soda" by a 532 to 39 count. That sounds about right! Although I did switch over to using "soda" while spending four years in Milwaukee for college, and never switched back.
I never did pick up "bubbler" for a water fountain, though.
We said pop or Coke growing up, but as I got older, I snootified and say soda.
And pretty much the only soda I drink, rarely, is Coke. (I was really excited when I found a bodega that stocks Mexican Coke! Er, the soda kind, natch.)
