Skin Tags Be Damned!

Lately I've been feeling these little nubs on the back of my neck. Yes, skin tags if you will. Of course I can't stop rubbing them so I've begun to appear as an OCD-infested Uncle Wilbur who is constantly pressing his sweaty palm on his neck below his hair, akin to a nervous tic.  It was time to take action!

Now, I've gotten skin tags on the front of my neck before  and swiftly, with the aid of nail clippers, snipped them off. Even enlisted son Sam to cut them off, a task he was very reluctant to perform until he got tired of my begging and pleading and caved. However, having a girlfriend Sam is never around so I decided to take matters into my own hands.

The idea popped into my head while I was in the shower, washing my hair and feeling the fleshy nubs of neck hell as I rinsed my hair. Why don't I just shave them off? That's the ticket and a task that can be performed singularily!

Grabbed my razor, rubbed a little Brylcream on the offenders, and began shaving the back of my neck. Hmmmm, perhaps I should have switched out the old razor with a new one. Do I even have any more new ones? Alas, the job had begun so continued appendectomy of the tags with a vengeance.

Shaving just didn't seem to be accomplishing the job as I imagined it. Would pull the razor away to see chunks of hair clotting the blade. And no these were not errant neck hairs but chunks of head hair that were entangled in the path of the skin tags. Yikes!

Hoping I had removed at least some of the skin creatures, I rinsed and got out of the shower.  Towel turbaned my hair, I then rubbed the back of my neck hoping to feel the smooth skin of a newborn.

Well no. After all that torture those tags remained on my neck, bold as the mole hair that sprung from third grade teacher Mrs. Morrow's wrinkly face!

It's now been two days since The Epic Shave of 2018. The back of my neck has irritated me like a son of a bitch! Skin tags still there but now included on my neck is rash burn, nicks, and inflamed flesh.  Perhaps even missing patches of hair although I've been too reluctant to scope out the remains of my neck with a mirror.

Lesson learned - it's better to have a family member excise skin tags than attempt to remove them yourself using a dull razor.

Excuse me as its time to rub my neck.

Battery Blowout

Well it was quite the Monday of all Mondays!

Sunday afternoon I went in to work to finish a project. I left about 5pm and my car wouldn't start. Ugh! Was it battery or something worse? Thankfully Sam came and we were able to jump start it.

Got up Monday morning and it wouldn't start.  Bestie Lynn had offered to give me a ride to work but decided instead to take the battery in to be checked.  Sam came over and took the battery out then later on Lynn stopped by to give me a ride to battery place. Yep, the battery was dead and gone. Picked up a new battery then back to home

Well dammit couldn't get one of the connectors to fit the right battery stump. Could not figure it out! Twisted and wrenched on the beast but to no avail. Had to wait til Sam was off work to stop by and fix the situation.

After work Sam investigated and we finally realized we had not removed the plastic cap from the stump!  Solution sitting in plain sight but didn't see it. Pulled that sucker off, connected it (after squeezing the connector to put it back in original shape), and the car started like a champ!!

Missed a day of work yesterday but will be back at it today. So much for working over the weekend to be caught up this week!!

Big tremendous thanks to Lynn and Sam for helping in my time of need!!! ❤

Sundays and Sniffling

There's something about Sundays that always results in me being plugged up!

It seems every Sunday I wake up with a plugged up and/or runny nose, itchy eyes, and sniffles. Ugh!  This usually ends up with me popping a Benydryl which puts me down for the count.  Haven't taken one yet today but it's calling me!!

It's How I Roll

Last night was so inspired by my favorite British baking shows decided to churn out some cinnamon rolls. 

Followed a Pinterest recipe for "fast and easy" rolls. Even sifted my flour, which meant shaking it through a small colander to the point of carpal tunnel as I own no sifter.  But damn that flour was light!

Heated up butter, milk and water to add to the flour. Mixture needed to be 115 degrees. Decided to play it safe and use a thermometer to make sure it wasn't overheated. Turned out to be 143 degrees! Spent 10 minutes stirring and testing the liquid waiting for it to hit the 115 spot.

My Kitchen Aid mixture made the process a piece of cake! Slipped in the dough hook, added liquid, let it run, and voila! Perfect bread dough!

Rolled the dough, covered it with butter, brown sugar, cinnamon, and cherry pie filling, and sliced it into sections. Let the rolls proof for an hour, popped in oven for 25 minutes, and there you have it. Perfectly risen, gooey, sweet rolls of yummy bread goodness! Paul Hollywood would have been so proud!

Up next may be Mom's Cardamom bread for the holidays!

Food for Thought

Ran across this today - love the thought!

Birthdays, Britain, and Bloody Fingers

Let's catch up on what's been happening this week:

Rammed my finger into the porch stairway railing on Saturday. Lots of pain, bleeding, and ripping of nail. Ended up clipping off the remains of my acrylic nail to see the sad state of my real nail. No bandaid so had to use duct tape to stop the bleeding.

Met bestie for breakfast at local Stuffy's on Sunday. Had the "tiny" stuff - so large it provided me with lunch and dinner on Monday. And lifesaver she is, she brought me bandaids for my finger!

On Monday it was bestie's bday. Happy belated birthday!!!

Tuesday night made from scratch chicken pot pie. Been addicted to the British Best Baker show so not only do I think I can make a mean pastry but my English accent is coming along quite nicely.

Today they offered free flu shots at work so stepped up to get stabbed not once but twice by also getting the pneumonia vaccine. Both arms should be sore in the morning!

Speaking of tomorrow morning, not only is it Friday but it's brother Jay and sister Julie's birthday! Happy birthday to the older set of twins!

Let's make it a memorable weekend!!

Better As A Blonde 👱

Oh hair why do you torture me so?

Actually, I realize that it is me that is torturing my hair!  A few weeks ago i added in some medium beige brown streaks hoping to tone down the blonde. Well, nothing like unwrapping the towel and seeing you've become brunette! Those lowlights ended up cascading through my whole head!!

Lived with it for awhile hoping it would fade. Damn Sally's hair color was holding on like a mother though. Stopped back at Sally's yesterday to pick up some bleach to fix the problem.

Spent last night brushing blonde streaks onto my hair. Wrapped it in a Ziplock bag and spent my waiting time playing clips through my memory of all the times I've colored my hair. Orange, purple streaks, platinum blonde, gawd awful ash brown, brassy streaks - the list goes on and on.

New blonde streaks actually turned out acceptable, although a few were a bit on the orangey tone. This morning refreshed a few of the off kilter streaks, let them cook, then took a shower.  Better. I think. Or at least that's what I'm telling myself.  Definitely the brightness around my face is more flattering than that brunette!

Follow up - okay the new blonde was a bit out there so I added about 5 streaks of dark blonde back into a few spots.  Mucho better! Has the streaky effect I like and muted some of those orangey pieces.

I'm now going to step away from the dye bottle!!