tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71379044223006771742024-03-04T22:16:44.856-08:00Sheena's Jungle of thoughtsMy thoughts on life, love, being a mom, working, trying to live better, and pretty much any random thing that pops into my head.SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-43700263083325090802017-10-10T12:39:00.001-07:002017-10-10T12:41:28.443-07:00A old post from a book I was published in called "Open To Hope"Here is a link to my article that I wrote after losing my dad. I was so excited as it was the 1st time I have ever been published in a book. It is all about how to deal with grief through Christ's Love. <br />
<a href="http://www.opentohope.com/does-grief-end-hearing-the-voice-of-my-father/">http://www.opentohope.com/does-grief-end-hearing-the-voice-of-my-father/</a><br />
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Link to Amazon book: (No I do not get anything if you buy the book, but it's a great read to inspire)<a href="http://www.opentohope.com/does-grief-end-hearing-the-voice-of-my-father/"></a><br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Open-Hope-Inspirational-Stories-Healing/dp/0983639906/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1507664356&sr=8-1&keywords=open+to+hope">https://www.amazon.com/Open-Hope-Inspirational-Stories-Healing/dp/0983639906/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1507664356&sr=8-1&keywords=open+to+hope</a><br />
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<b> Sunshine</b><br />
As the morning sun begins to rise, and light touches the earth <br />
This is God's sign of rebirth<br />
Today is a new day, and we have the gift of life<br />
Let us remember to let go of our strife <br />
If my mom taught me one thing <br />
It would be to love each other and give glory to the King<br />
She loved her Jesus more than anything <br />
I know now she is beside him with her angel wings<br />
As hard as it is to not have her here<br />
I find comfort knowing she is still near<br />
I can't imagine not hearing her voice <br />
But as life has it, I have no choice<br />
She prepared me as much as she could <br />
Showing me that even through hard times, life is still good <br />
She brought joy no matter where she went<br />
Her uplifting spirit was so heaven sent <br />
If you needed a friend to talk to <br />
she would be the one to listen to you. <br />
Her passing was so unexpected <br />
I guess it's how you know her and the Lord were so connected <br />
It was quick, and she was gone in an instant <br />
with no suffering and no resistance <br />
When she saw the light she knew what to do <br />
Her spirit saw Jesus and she just flew <br />
All who knew my mom <br />
knows she lived her life like a psalm <br />
She praised Jesus night and day <br />
I know he did not want her to suffer in this way <br />
Her passing is hard on us all <br />
But when her heart gave, he answered the call <br />
She did not want to be sick and frail <br />
She wanted to be remembered for the happy tales<br />
This is so hard for me to say goodbye <br />
She is my best friend and I might always cry <br />
On this day I have to say to you <br />
Let us remember her legacy that God's love is true<br />
Life on earth is so very short<br />
don't waste another minute holding a grudge or snort <br />
Let her passing be a window to love one another <br />
All she ever wanted was for us all to be sisters and brothers<br />
I know this is hard <br />
All of our hearts have been scarred <br />
Her Sunshine is a lesson to us all <br />
She gave love, laughter, and fun even when we'd fall <br />
Carol Ann broke the mold <br />
She was beyond what this world could hold. <br />
A being so loving and true <br />
No one ever knew what she was going to do<br />
Let us reflect on the great fun we had <br />
She would not want us all to be sad. <br />
You know my mom is looking down on us still <br />
No matter what happens I know she always will. <br />
My kid's have learned so much from her through the years<br />
Somehow she prepared them, and they have no more tears <br />
They tell me you are an angel with beautiful wings<br />
How you told them of Heaven and all the wonderful things<br />
Mommy, I love you so much it's true <br />
I don't know how to do this life without you. <br />
I know you are watching from up above <br />
I can see your sunshine through my kids love<br />
You taught them so much <br />
I am forever grateful for your touch <br />
Never forgotten this is true<br />
We will always remember you! <br />
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SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-84110018625419045472016-03-08T08:52:00.001-08:002016-03-08T08:52:19.993-08:00Scentsy unboxing<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wi020x3hpYw" width="459"></iframe>SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-69413506870212738512016-03-07T19:44:00.001-08:002016-03-07T20:35:41.648-08:00At the cross roads! I feel as if I am at a turning point in my life. A cross road so to speak. I have been battling with the decision of going back to work for some time now. Ever since Dominik was born 7 months ago! <br />
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We are in need of the money, and my husband is struggling doing it all on his own. I am also wondering what God is telling me about my music program. As numbers keep fading, and I went from 4 classes to 1 in a matter of months. I felt like this community really needed this program and that it was the right decision at the time, but now I am unsure. <br />
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So this weekend, I attended a ladies spiritual renewal retreat. The word retreat is misleading, as it was not relaxing ,no spas or massages! However it was very fun. I got to bond with my table through activities, and we shared our stories, and shed many tears. However, I was having trouble finding my place there. I was the youngest of the group, and although I loved the ladies I was meeting, all I could think about were my kids. Their faces kept appearing to me, making me ache to go home. <br />
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My prayers before I went, as well as while I was there was for God to show me what I should be doing? Should I go back to work, let my mom babysit as she did with Sasha? Should I continue trying to work on my Kindermusik program? Or should I be a full time stay at home mom for Dominik? These were the questions I kept asking myself, yet all I could see was little Dominik's face. I missed him so badly it was almost unbearable. Dominik is 7 months old, and this would be the 1st time I was away from him for more than a few hours. Keira is 9 years old, and she is my little helper. Always there when I need her. Sasha is 5, she is my shadow, following me everywhere I go. They are growing up so quickly already.<br />
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Most of the ladies at this retreat were much older than I. Almost all of them had children my age or older. So as I sit listening to all the wisdom of these well experienced ladies, and how they miss their kids, all the while it made me miss mine even more. They would talk about how time went so fast, and no one ever told them that nightmare that caused GiGi to run into bed and cuddle with mommy and daddy would be the last time they would cuddle in bed because soon she went away to college. Or that night when daddy would share a late night snack with his daughter would be the last peanut butter sandwich he'd make her, because not long after, she found a new man to make her a sandwich late at night and was now married. Some lost their husbands, some their children, others may have never been married or had kids. Story after story, tears after tears, and all it did was make me miss my babies. I even thought about sneaking out. Not because I was not having fun, but because my heart was hurting to be with my babies so badly!<br />
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If I got one thing from this weekend, it would be how much I missed my kids. Mind you, it was only 2 days and 1 night! As parents, we tend to lose ourselves and give everything to our kids, but what I found out, is that's perfectly okay. Because, when I did something for myself, and tried to take a break, I wanted to run back home as quickly as I could. I would rather be with my kids and husband, then away from them. That's a pretty great feeling at the end of the day. They will soon grow up, be away from home, and we will be missing them. That is when I can take a break! So be in the moment of now, because it won't last very long. Put the phone away, put the remote down, close the computer, and just play, and be in the moment. Everything else can wait another 10 or 15 minutes to finish. You won't be tired forever!</b><br />
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There are always ways to make money. For instance, when Keira was a baby and I was staying at home, I wanted a little extra cash just so I could go out with my friends. So I found a writing job. I was a freelance writer for over 3 years. I wrote weekly for a dog sitting company's blog. I did website content, some ghost writing, as well as published some short stories. I love to write, and miss it terribly, but you need to focus when you write! Who has time for that with 3 kids, 3 dogs and a JOHNNY (my hubby)?! lol. <br />
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Also on that note I am a part of a few direct sales business! I have been selling Jamberry nail wraps for over a year now. When I was really focusing on Jamberry, I was able to use the money I made from it to start my Kindermusik business. Here is a link to my site if you're curious <a href="https://sheenamatos.jamberry.com">https://sheenamatos.jamberry.com</a><br />
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I also just started selling Scentsy (wickless warmers and wax). I am a huge fan of Scentsy and have been buying it for many years but this month they have a special. You can become a rep for $49 so I had to get on board. Come check out how awesome these warmers are, oh and the scents make your house smell amazing!<a href="https://sheenamatos.scentsy.us/">https://sheenamatos.scentsy.us/<br />
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So I think what God was trying to tell me was he has already paved the path for me to be with my kids, and still make some money while doing so. Kindermusik will always be there when the time is right, and I have loved sharing the joy of music with my families. But I think at this point in my life God is telling me to live in the moment, be with my kids, and let these be the best days they can be! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCngFlNQIk9zYNBTDbB4ep7IP5i8y_RNbY_acRThp0gy5mYqzxOYxtoorFyczHe-LrtSaT77wZNLm28SyjDbPs3gjkuq-rvEWuNIFR8QKKN0VTBiHTfqb5Uw6GY5uU4IupTBqtGufusN9E/s1600/img_4981.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCngFlNQIk9zYNBTDbB4ep7IP5i8y_RNbY_acRThp0gy5mYqzxOYxtoorFyczHe-LrtSaT77wZNLm28SyjDbPs3gjkuq-rvEWuNIFR8QKKN0VTBiHTfqb5Uw6GY5uU4IupTBqtGufusN9E/s320/img_4981.jpg" /></a></div>SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-29768921937428365252015-10-05T07:53:00.001-07:002015-10-05T07:53:21.705-07:00Even infants enjoy singing!<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3FblmrdV-gk" width="459"></iframe><br />SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-11328013712574541992014-12-26T18:52:00.003-08:002014-12-26T18:52:32.366-08:00Lazy Day! <b>Some days it's nice to just relax<br />
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I get to sit around and eat snacks<br />
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It's so very nice to take a little break<br />
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Getting to spend time away from all the fake<br />
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It's like the world is full of so much noise <br />
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Feels nice to sit with my girls and play with toys<br />
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Watching movies with them all day long<br />
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Feeling like nothing in my day could go wrong<br />
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I'm still wearing my night time clothes <br />
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Did not even bother to change my pose<br />
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Today was what I call a lazy day<br />
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Right here on the coach is where I'll stay! <br />
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by: Sheena Diane</b>SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-15284454134417010602014-06-16T20:51:00.001-07:002014-06-17T12:40:59.826-07:00Who is that fat lady living inside my body? <b>Here I am a 30 year old mother, wife, and teacher, yet until today I didn't realize how long it had been since I looked at myself in a full length mirror. <br />
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I knew I was gaining weight. I could feel my legs growing wider, and my butt getting bigger. I could see my tummy getting more flabby, but it's almost like I ignored it. Or as if I still saw myself as that teenage girl that weighted 116 pounds. I guess you could say I was wearing rose glasses. <br />
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Why not eat what I want? I work hard and I deserve it. I should not have to say no to that donut, or cake. I'm an adult so I can have that second helping of ice cream or skip lunch and have a muffin. Why not? I burn all of those calories chasing around 4 and 5 year old's all day anyway, so what's another slice of pizza? That's rational right? This is how I think daily. I spend time doing up my face with makeup, and making sure my eye brows are plucked, but I never stop to look at my torso. I make sure my clothes match and never pay attention to the every growing lady living in my body. <br />
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Today was a normal day. Went to work to be with the awesome kids I've grown to love at school. I ate the normal lunch provided, and came home to be with my own 2 daughters ages 7 and 4. Today we went outside to play with our new puppy before it got dark and my oldest daughter asked if she could take a picture of me and our puppy Falkor with my phone. I handed her my phone and I sat holding our 'not so small' Labrador Retriever pup. I didn't look at the picture until after I put them to bed, and when I did, I almost didn't recognize myself! It's not like I don't have any recent pictures, I do. Mostly selfies that are not bad, and defiantly don't look like the girl in the picture my daughter took! This woman had huge legs, and really big arms. Even her face looked swollen. Is that how I really look? Why would this be surprising to the person wearing the body? <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj95W7wf2ZgPCpsbwQOKRjJizyIkyU8U6U9Es0BPt3xmHn18CRB8tGoCIas4jDeXSUexNDyEKHnVObOH94QPKxZLN0SClIItA0G-Q_HqUf00IcVwiTIUC5DvkEMwwxJjT5NQ2U7rGUWimM/s1600/10477950_10203347522545478_8269025369393583830_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj95W7wf2ZgPCpsbwQOKRjJizyIkyU8U6U9Es0BPt3xmHn18CRB8tGoCIas4jDeXSUexNDyEKHnVObOH94QPKxZLN0SClIItA0G-Q_HqUf00IcVwiTIUC5DvkEMwwxJjT5NQ2U7rGUWimM/s320/10477950_10203347522545478_8269025369393583830_n.jpg" /></a><br />
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Denial, is the answer. I have to be in denial. Now you are probably thinking, I'm depressed and unhappy and so I eat. That is untrue for me. I am very happy. I love my husband and have my dream job. I have all the things I wanted for myself when I look back. I eat because I want to. I eat because I love food, and I eat because WHY NOT? I am content with my life! <br />
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Well I am going to get personal, more personal than I've ever been even with myself. This is going to be my motivation to lose weight, to get healthy and to make a serious change! <br />
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I am going to post the most vulnerable and disgusting side of me that I've ever seen. However I need to look at it, I need to see what I've let myself become, and I need to reach a goal so I can post new photos of my success! <br />
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Tomorrow my life changes. I'll start with being conscience of everything I put in my mouth. My morning coffee will be switched to unsweet brewed tea, and the sweet pastries I love to eat with my morning coffee will now be an afterthought. I have got to make a change, I'm worth it! <br />
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This is not an easy thing for me, I cringe just thinking that I am about to show you the worst side of me! Here goes nothing. <br />
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SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-76339385029633440272014-05-31T14:44:00.001-07:002014-05-31T14:44:22.951-07:00Touching up your Henna hair.<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/bgkiSXepPHM" width="459"></iframe>SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-9176237809236125142014-05-31T14:25:00.001-07:002014-05-31T14:41:50.390-07:00Touch up your Henna hairHello everyone, <br />
today I wanted to share the video I just made referring to a question I got about root touch ups with Henna. The question was, do I redo the entire head when it's time for touching up the roots, or only do the roots. <br />
I don't think there is a wrong answer to this, but I personally do my entire head again. <br />
Henna tends to get darker the more you dye it, but I love the brighter look it gives, so I redye my entire head. Plus I find it easier than having to try and not get henna on the rest of my hair. <br />
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I am also going to give you my process on how I get my desired color. <br />
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1. I buy pure 100% Henna. Lately I've been using Henna Maiden: Natural Red sold by Henna King on Amazon. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Henna-Maiden-RADIANT-NATURAL-Eyebrow/dp/B0086JQBAA/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1401570714&sr=8-2&keywords=henna+maiden">http://www.amazon.com/Henna-Maiden-RADIANT-NATURAL-Eyebrow/dp/B0086JQBAA/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1401570714&sr=8-2&keywords=henna+maiden</a><br />
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2. I have medium length hair so I only need 1 bag to cover my entire head. I open the package, and pour it into a glass bowl. Glass does not stain and is much easier to clean. <br />
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3. I pour lemon juice into the Henna powder. I am not sure the exact amount I use. I eye ball it until it's the consistency of pudding. <br />
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4. I cover the bowl with aluminum foil, then store it on a shelf in a dark, cool area for anywhere between 12 to 24 hours. <br />
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5. The next day I uncover it, stir it, and add a little water because at this point it's very thick. However this last time instead of adding water, I added some cranberry juice. It helped with the Henna dirt smell and added some more red coloring.<br />
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6. Once your Henna is the consistency of mashed potatoes, it's ready to be applied. <br />
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7. This is all personal preference, but I like to apply my Henna on unwashed hair. I have natural oily hair, so having my hair a little oily helps make it easier to apply the mud. <br />
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10. Once you get all the Henna on your hair, you put a plastic bag or hair cap on your hair. <br />
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11. I let my Henna sit in my hair between 3 and 5 hours depending on how dark I want it. The longer you leave it, the darker it will get. <br />
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12. After 3 hours, I get in the shower and rinse all the Henna out with luke warm water. Then after I don't feel the slimy mud anymore I use my regular shampoo to get the rest out. After the water runs clear I also use conditioner. <br />
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13. I always blow dry my hair, because I don't want any bleeding red to get on my clothes or pillows. <br />
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14. Enjoy your fresh Henna look! SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-23398137718316742902014-05-10T08:35:00.002-07:002014-05-31T13:06:46.079-07:00Turning 30 June 8th! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX78WlRcbJPM1SGo_0qTSkciSx1UMTkANuyHkWvr2TQVU_3evQXVEWeOafkd0OIcbSzNJAt0HMvTff2zkQTOZiC1RtWO5cZP-HH3SVkoI3JcGXGVWN8bHGsfnjFcmsier4PNunUvZ3oAt7/s1600/me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX78WlRcbJPM1SGo_0qTSkciSx1UMTkANuyHkWvr2TQVU_3evQXVEWeOafkd0OIcbSzNJAt0HMvTff2zkQTOZiC1RtWO5cZP-HH3SVkoI3JcGXGVWN8bHGsfnjFcmsier4PNunUvZ3oAt7/s320/me.jpg" /></a></div>In less than a month I will be turning 30~ <br />
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For a lot of people it was an exciting time. Growing out of the young life and moving into the adult more mature one. However for me I'm having a really hard time with it. <br />
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My husband seems to think I'm being silly (age is just a number) and won't really take the time to really let me spill the huge amount of emotions I'm having about all this. <br />
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Going along with getting older, I'm starting to feel my age. My vision is beginning to get blurry. I've always had 20/20 vision but now I have to really focus to see what time it is on our stove clock. It's getting harder to lose weight. I used to stop eating sweets for a few weeks and I'd weigh less, now if I stop eating the bad stuff, it just gives me a killer headache and I can't seem to concentrate. <br />
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Let's go even deeper (pun intended) and talk about sex drive! OMG! Okay, so is this something that happens to all women turning 30 or just me? I researched it and it turns out after you turn 30 your biological clock starts ticking because you only have so many years that you can get pregnant once your 30. Also you stop producing eggs, and that causes your body to want you to get pregnant as soon as possible. That explains the increased feelings I guess! <br />
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My emotions are all over the place. I'm beginning to feel like I need to do more with my life or that maybe I'm not in the right place. Maybe I made the wrong choices, and I only have a limited number of years to fix them. <br />
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Being 30 is supposed to be the prime of a woman's life. It's the most beautiful she will ever be, the most alive, and the peak of her sex drive. On my end, I'm heavier now than I ever have been, I feel like pooh all the time, because of my bad eating habits, and I can't seem to get my husband to understand just how much I need compassion and not arguments. I feel ugly, I've got hair in places that I'm not supposed to, and I sure enough do not feel at all like I'm at my prime!<br />
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I can't seem to let go of my 20's. I had an awesome upbringing and childhood. I have the most amazing friends whom are still my besties even to this day and our kids love each other just like cousins! High school was the time of my life. The time that I shined brightest, and the time when I felt more alive and myself. I guess having such a great time as a teen makes it pretty hard to say goodbye to my 20's. Turning 26 was hard enough because I was past the 1/2 point to 30... Here it is and I'm almost 30.......<br />
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I am also noticing how badly I want another baby. No let me rewrite that! I don't want another baby. I don't want the 9 months cramps, and all that comes with it, and I don't actually want another baby. We just don't have the space, time or money for that... However my body, oh my body wants a baby... So much so that I had to go get myself a puppy. Yes it's actually tricked my body into thinking I have a baby, because I'm in mommy mode. Getting up all night, hearing every whimper or cry. I have that need to nurture, care, and love! Maybe it's how God made me, but my body goes through this mommy faze and I can't fight it. However I've never felt it as strong as these past few months! <br />
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Does 30 equal a midlife crises? I find myself rethinking my way of life. Rethinking if I am with the right man, or if I really need a man in general. Don't get me wrong I love my husband. This post is by no means saying I have a horrible life, or a bad husband. It's just the thoughts going through my head right now. Right or wrong! Emotions, hormones, or actual feelings? I don't know, that's why I'm writing them. <br />
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I just don't know! I'm so confused and not happy with how I feel, and look at this point in my life. If anything turning 30 should make me want to renew myself! Makes me want to better my living, and find a new way of life. I just can't seem to want to do anything :(! <br />
SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-944963069129854712014-04-22T19:03:00.001-07:002014-04-22T19:23:21.054-07:00Shroud of TurinEaster has just passed, and as a result I've really been filling up my days with scripture and digging deep into all things Jesus. <br />
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One thing that has always fascinated me was the Shroud of Turin. It's one of those marvelous things that we may never know if it's truly our Jesus but to me it's something left behind to give us hope, and keep us believing. Tonight I listened to a very interesting podcast about the Shroud and I will post it here for those who want to listen. <a href="http://vftb.net/?p=5057">http://vftb.net/?p=5057</a><br />
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After listening to the podcast and Googling the images of the shroud again, another image popped into my head. At the beginning of this month as I was studying online about Jesus, I came across a website for an amazing artist. She is a child prodigy and is known for her incredibly detailed paintings of Jesus. I loved her 'Prince of Peace' painting so much that I used it as my screen saver on my computer. Her name is Akiana. Here is a link to her site. <a href="https://akiane.com">https://akiane.com</a>/<br />
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Okay so as I am picturing the imprinted image of Jesus on this shroud, I am also picturing the image that Akiana painted. So that made me curious. Scientist whom analyzed this cloth Jesus was wrapped in also developed images of what the face of the man wrapped in this cloth would look like. Here is what they believe that man would look like, and then take a look at Akiana painting of Jesus... I tell you honestly I have chills! <br />
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This makes me feel that the shroud was wrapped around my Jesus. That when he was resurrected on that third day, that his image was forever stained into the cloth for all of us to witness the miracle that happened on that day. So that so many centuries later you and I could see it, and believe. Jesus is alive, he has risen and he existed! He walked the earth as the bible describes and yes he did die for our sins, but was brought back to life to fulfill all the prophecies. <br />
How amazing! Today his image still remains in this shroud and no one can describe how! <br />
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Here is what the full Shroud of Turin looks like. It has the front image on the cloth as well as the back image. <br />
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This is so amazing to me. It makes me love him even more to know he left something for all of us to see and know he is alive! <br />
SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-90232573347385054482014-04-06T17:48:00.001-07:002014-04-06T17:48:08.888-07:00Auburn to brown using Henna<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/XlZfvms9qoE" width="459"></iframe>SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-63317089523485316122014-04-06T17:47:00.001-07:002014-04-06T17:47:42.864-07:00Henna with Sheena<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/DQREzcM-hCk" width="459"></iframe>SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-35073844979269030142014-01-01T08:19:00.002-08:002014-04-06T17:39:52.982-07:00Freelance writing website???I was using a free hosting site where I had my website www.sheenadiane.info. However that free site crashed and so did all my links for everything I published, all the websites I wrote content for, and all the blogs I wrote for :(. I don't think I'm going to start up another website because I do have my Facebook Page <a href="https://www.facebook.com/WritingbySheenaDiane">https://www.facebook.com/WritingbySheenaDiane</a> as well as this blog. I'm just not sure if I'm going to be able to find all the links to where my writings are published. Some were to a locked blog and I only had access to my article with the link, now that's it gone, I'm really not sure how I can get it back... <br />
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I guess I'll have to start from scratch. I do have a link to the site where I got published in a book! If you'd like to read my article it will be at the link below, and if you'd like to purchase the book, you can do so on Amazon It's called "Open To Hope". It's about how people deal with death with God's help. <br />
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Hearing the voice of my father: By Sheena Matos<br />
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http://www.opentohope.com/does-grief-end-hearing-the-voice-of-my-father/</a>SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-27533336424362948462014-01-01T08:05:00.000-08:002014-04-06T17:46:03.367-07:002014 is here! I really can't believe how quickly 2013 went by! We had a lot of wonderful things happen last year. We became home owners and got to build our house! I got a promotion at my job. Johnny is learning a trade as a low voltage electrician. Keira went to home school for 1/2 the year after not doing so good in Kindergarten, then in 2013 she was able to go to the school I work for and is in 1st grade. She is doing so much better now. Sasha is also able to go to PreK 3, and I actually work in her class so that's a blessing! <br />
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Johnny returned to church, that has been the biggest and greatest change in the Matos house! A family who prays together, stays together!! <br />
At the beginning of the year we found out we were pregnant with #3 but shortly after lost it :(. After that experience we have decided we are completely satisfied with the 2 wonderful girls we have, and don't want to tempt fate on trying for another baby. <br />
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We had the best Christmas ever this year! Lots of gifts, family, fun, food, and love! Plus we got to have Christmas in our new house... I can't recall all the big and small things that has happened this past year, but there was a lot of good stuff in there, and many blessings. God never stops amazing me... I know 2014 will only get better! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUmbQ2z4O_YoycWQIh2c3MdHUyMBwtpA7qmKHPgJzUyZ29L9AATpgjtBumcg8SM1QTzT1MmVfOunxR0d17bgL-a3kMEwvocQR2AKtK7Vau0hS876hcQirWKBlZg_nMrBEmGWozRnGlu6Df/s1600/13C.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUmbQ2z4O_YoycWQIh2c3MdHUyMBwtpA7qmKHPgJzUyZ29L9AATpgjtBumcg8SM1QTzT1MmVfOunxR0d17bgL-a3kMEwvocQR2AKtK7Vau0hS876hcQirWKBlZg_nMrBEmGWozRnGlu6Df/s320/13C.jpg" /></a>SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-48622396560185285132013-05-27T14:27:00.000-07:002014-04-06T17:55:53.007-07:00Dying my hair with Henna<b>After doing A LOT of research... I decided today would be the day I tried dying my hair with Henna. I have always loved having red hair, most of my family has natural red hair and mine has always had a strawberry blonde tint to it all my life. So needless to say I know I can pull off the red hair look.<br />
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After reading many things, almost all of them say Henna is permanent, meaning once you dye it, you can't really change it with chemical dyes. You just have to wait till it grows out, or try to make it darker using more henna. With that being said I went ahead and took the challenge! <br />
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Most times when I dye my hair I get a very non natural looking red. I get a very deep red like Ariel (the little mermaid), or a lighter red that looks brownish with red highlights. I like both, but I wanted to go a little more natural. Because I do always go with the darker reds, I would have to bleach my hair to go strawberry blonde like I wanted this time around. After doing some research on natural hair care, I decided I would give henna a go! Here is a link to the instructions I followed, however I did change a few things, and I'll explain my process to you as well. <a href="http://offbeathome.com/2011/11/dying-your-hair-red-with-henna">http://offbeathome.com/2011/11/dying-your-hair-red-with-henna<a href="http://"></a></a> <br />
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I bought the same exact Henna from the link above. I got it from Amazon. I have shoulder length hair, and only bought 1 box because I was not sure if I would need more. However, after running out at the very end, next time I will buy 2 boxes to get better coverage. I could not go over my hair and fill in spots I missed because I ran out of henna. 100G was not enough for my shoulder length hair. I will need 200G from now on. I got my glass mixing bowl. a mixing spoon or fork (I used a fork). lemon juice. measuring cups. plastic wrap. 1 box henna (2 boxes will be used next time). <br />
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For application I needed: bowl of mixed henna (yogurt like consistency). a hair dye brush (got mine from Sally's). plastic wrap. gloves. I poured my henna into the bowl and poured 1/4 cup on lemon juice in it. I mixed it up. It's very thick and hard to stir. After I got most of the green looking brownish, I added 1/2 cup more lemon juice and stirred it up again until it looked like greenish brown mashed potatoes. I covered it with plastic wrap and left it on the top shelf of the closet for about 20 hours. In the link above she only left hers for 12 hours but I left mine for longer, because in other places I read the longer it sits the better the color will hold in your hair. Not sure how true that is but I did it anyway. <br />
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Once I was ready to put the dye on my hair, I had someone help with the application process. Gloves were needed, and lots of Vaseline was used on my ears, hairline, neckline and behind my ears. I wore an old shirt that I did not care to get stained. Note: I did not wash my hair, and it had been about 2 days since my last wash. I read that if you freshly wash your hair, that you will end up staining your scalp orange, because your natural grease will have been washed away. However some do wash hair before they apply, so it's up to you what you feel is best. I went with the dirty hair for my 1st application of henna.<br />
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I got my henna down from the closet and added another 1/4 cup of lemon juice. As I was mixing this thick mud together, I decided to add about 3 tablespoons of water (this is not in the link above) then as I stirred I continued adding lemon juice till I got a yogurt like consistency. Once I got the right consistency I went outside so I would not stain anything in the house because henna does not come out very easily. <br />
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This is where I needed help. My friend put on her gloves, took my hair dye application brush and started gooping it onto my head. Now if I would have mixed the correct amount I would not have ran out of mixture, so being that I didn't know I did not have as much henna on my hair as I should have. I did miss some spots, but because the color looks so natural it blends in very nicely. <br />
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After all was put on my head (took about an hour), then I wrapped my hair completely with plastic wrap. I quickly wiped all the dye off my face and neck to avoid staining. Then I got the hair dryer and got my hair and the plastic wrap hot. I used the blow dryer for about 5 minutes, moving it around my entire head. This also was not on the link above, I read this somewhere else and it said by heating it up, it will help the color to cling to the hair better. It stated that heating it up causes the color to be more vibrant. True? Not sure, but again this is my first try so I'm going all in. <br />
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Then I waited....and waited....and waited! Ok so the above link said to keep it on your hair anywhere from 3 to 4 hours and the longer you keep it on your hair the darker it gets! Being that I wanted a lighter, brighter color I decided to only leave mine on for 2 1/2 hours. <br />
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This was the gross part! I got in the tub placing my head under the faucet. This is because Henna stains and if you stand in the shower, you may end up with red stains down your back. I got on my hands and knees and started rubbing the dry mud out of my hair. It smells like spinach and dirt. I was sitting in a pool full of brown mud and it took quite a while to get all the caked mud out of my hair. Once I didn't feel the mud in my hair as much I turned on the shower and washed the rest of it out like taking a normal shower. I put conditioner in it for color treated hair. It helped to get more out. I stayed in the shower until the water started running clear. I still got a tea color from the water but it very light. <br />
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When I got out of the shower I decided to blow dry it right away, because I was anxious to see the color. Some places said you should let it air dry, but I could not wait. My final results was a beautiful bright orangey red. Yes orange. I'm not a huge fan of the orange look, however it looks very natural, and according to the link above it will only be orange for 3 days until the color sets. I really love it. Being that it was my 1st try, and I made some mistakes I think my hair looks really nice. I will be dying my hair with Henna forever more ;)! Below are the before hair shot, so you can see the color. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1fVl6c5MPcwwKddPlqNV6uhEbuckBO38TfaHv5Y1OAuUBdgrjPqCwFWEHHmXaEABPirVtKDvjfsWdusuZj_IuHRDNdzXlRrBW4IJsU5T7mAjkwTEQALZNpi1xboy8n6t9Uv7gYP9D1vau/s1600/hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1fVl6c5MPcwwKddPlqNV6uhEbuckBO38TfaHv5Y1OAuUBdgrjPqCwFWEHHmXaEABPirVtKDvjfsWdusuZj_IuHRDNdzXlRrBW4IJsU5T7mAjkwTEQALZNpi1xboy8n6t9Uv7gYP9D1vau/s320/hair.jpg" /></a> This is my hair in plastic wrap <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-VWw3vDbF9U5voDPDCNtzgan9iz93S2O_6u-W6RK9I2ZV26jjMuFc6RTb91Mw-bgDXO4BFc8kj92Gky06UoPEtOlLfD0V77n0fGeDyE8qfMh5f1HuIkOOWGgg2ccRY6cjLcYMaPPYLli/s1600/988365_10200734518502010_1490147271_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-VWw3vDbF9U5voDPDCNtzgan9iz93S2O_6u-W6RK9I2ZV26jjMuFc6RTb91Mw-bgDXO4BFc8kj92Gky06UoPEtOlLfD0V77n0fGeDyE8qfMh5f1HuIkOOWGgg2ccRY6cjLcYMaPPYLli/s320/988365_10200734518502010_1490147271_n.jpg" /></a> This is what my hair looks like the day I dyed it with henna for the 1st time <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXLcB7l0yDgvjmJ3aTy7bcBIR_JWQCUBnwUom8B_Kpl3ugyM6BqZPdwg-pCox-s5_0kh6MFmKTciL9J1BF3Tx2IG3wPkAQsnebLRSQJ8qssBsURtiOJuLVdQPLtmc4ndFX2i6CzvHu_Bdc/s1600/248150_10200735510166801_94052325_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXLcB7l0yDgvjmJ3aTy7bcBIR_JWQCUBnwUom8B_Kpl3ugyM6BqZPdwg-pCox-s5_0kh6MFmKTciL9J1BF3Tx2IG3wPkAQsnebLRSQJ8qssBsURtiOJuLVdQPLtmc4ndFX2i6CzvHu_Bdc/s320/248150_10200735510166801_94052325_n.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpzJ87083SB-JzHqVb9T3K4ht1hJjYxB_9m_4R6IbO-gOt-gcTul-03D41JQ2-KQHNhbY__IxkgMZBhsGWm-HL1V1yxgPrZ9O_LIg1zAsOCxtPsu-EH11lHHlG_f6x7MB5SQ1S0p5RNoO/s1600/988506_10200735499606537_1711511000_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpzJ87083SB-JzHqVb9T3K4ht1hJjYxB_9m_4R6IbO-gOt-gcTul-03D41JQ2-KQHNhbY__IxkgMZBhsGWm-HL1V1yxgPrZ9O_LIg1zAsOCxtPsu-EH11lHHlG_f6x7MB5SQ1S0p5RNoO/s320/988506_10200735499606537_1711511000_n.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfS3cp47e8bdRU6qbm9xZpIJodvM4_5wG6ECiXhaAdDVw_kfjYOcOPySovn1NqA5NcLSIsKbLTPm7g6HIbmEjDAd-Jzwh1U8SrArSJsXMt5QM1A8wdnDfHVxMhq8PNhPi2FnfIwB8Nasg/s1600/384686_10200735520887069_655872569_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfS3cp47e8bdRU6qbm9xZpIJodvM4_5wG6ECiXhaAdDVw_kfjYOcOPySovn1NqA5NcLSIsKbLTPm7g6HIbmEjDAd-Jzwh1U8SrArSJsXMt5QM1A8wdnDfHVxMhq8PNhPi2FnfIwB8Nasg/s320/384686_10200735520887069_655872569_n.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBkMCbO3Plz2YjjW31lztA_jf_fQx04eODZYnIMdUW4hS8Exs8DUH8BdqRIRZ5I5uQfnpdvWcEwLNLa7STNueZzncUpqO7L1pfRxGzD_JEPE4ilYFQOawgb-dPXBoeeKDN7ufH_WPgqkIp/s1600/484660_10200735511886844_635953739_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBkMCbO3Plz2YjjW31lztA_jf_fQx04eODZYnIMdUW4hS8Exs8DUH8BdqRIRZ5I5uQfnpdvWcEwLNLa7STNueZzncUpqO7L1pfRxGzD_JEPE4ilYFQOawgb-dPXBoeeKDN7ufH_WPgqkIp/s320/484660_10200735511886844_635953739_n.jpg" /></a></b>SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-60690965944415873642013-05-27T13:02:00.001-07:002013-05-27T13:07:30.858-07:00Wash # 5 and #6I am still only able to go no more than 3 days without washing my hair. No different then with regular shampoo. I do like the fact that I have way more body in my hair, however it's so hard to brush. It gets tangled so quickly and I do notice white powder from the baking soda on my brush.
Wash #5. It still looked very dry, but it did have some nice waves going on. That's really the only positive thing I've seen so far. Most of the time my hair does not look very good, and I have been keeping it back in a pony tale most of the time to avoid the looks.
Wash #6 was so greasy after I was done that I looked horrible. I did not change anything except that this time I left the vinegar spray in my hair a little longer, because I was shaving. The next day my husband wanted to take the family out to eat. I was getting dressed up all nice, and getting ready for a nice evening out. Before we left he leaned in to kiss me and put his fingers in my hair, and quickly jerked away and said, are you going to wash your hair before we go!
That was it, that was my last straw with this experiment!!!!
I only had 1 good day out of the entire month trial and good may be an exaggeration, because my hair was still dry and dull looking, but it had nice curls on wash # 4! I work in a school and the way I look is very important. I don't want to have nappy (yes nappy) looking hair for all the parents and students to see before school ends. So I gave into my old shampoo and .... My hair feels amazing again. It's fluffy, and silky, not tangled or knotted. I will miss the body but there are products for that. I know I wanted to go more natural but this project did not work for me.
No poo is not for me! On to my next experiment! HENNA (Stay tuned) ! SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-35705085503790394182013-05-22T10:43:00.002-07:002013-05-27T13:08:18.653-07:00Washes #3 and #4Wash number 3 - I decided to not use any baking soda. My hair began to feel very dry and hard to even brush. I used only the vinegar water solution. My hair indeed felt softer, and was much easier to brush. I still was not seeing the shine I got from shampoos but at least my hair is manageable now.
Wash number 4 - I increased my amount of baking soda, and this time rubbed it in my hands to make it like a paste before applying it to my head. I am still not getting the slick feeling the other blogs have talked about though. Then I did the vinegar solution to my ends and lightly on top of my head and sides.
After the 4th wash, I have to say my hair had a lot of body, and actually started to curl a little. I have naturally straight hair that only gets wavy with products, but today my hair had a natural wave, and it looked as if I spent time doing my hair this morning. The texture of my hair is still dryer than normal but it feels more like I put hair spray or moose in it. So it is starting to look and feel better. I actually got 3 complements on my hair at work, so that restores my faith a bit! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1JVWAi4D3-eqKoHJMkB-XTyOLj8Lm-zFe7MXdBDbXhBlYPAfJurfa6Ts1dJPyxbe7VMhWw-_7ZXATUYpQzGVGZkGCwvD9TeUzYwczURFPnVKENtwUpvZ-_CMdvaOaTd02Q2Pr0kN1LEl/s1600/wavyhair.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1JVWAi4D3-eqKoHJMkB-XTyOLj8Lm-zFe7MXdBDbXhBlYPAfJurfa6Ts1dJPyxbe7VMhWw-_7ZXATUYpQzGVGZkGCwvD9TeUzYwczURFPnVKENtwUpvZ-_CMdvaOaTd02Q2Pr0kN1LEl/s320/wavyhair.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuqBHXmj2j8HgQuxDT2Y95BUayUSAe89SYvZoPC5Nvblbf5sKpR5jeSU3n23p00c-5SgsrkF-krAYeXleEGxKEfhPR5zYvAhhGOtk4z5tFeWX9J78ico9e11efga8opHuXIgekotSifqu7/s1600/wavyhair1.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuqBHXmj2j8HgQuxDT2Y95BUayUSAe89SYvZoPC5Nvblbf5sKpR5jeSU3n23p00c-5SgsrkF-krAYeXleEGxKEfhPR5zYvAhhGOtk4z5tFeWX9J78ico9e11efga8opHuXIgekotSifqu7/s320/wavyhair1.jpg" /></a>
SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-24370345222989423612013-05-16T07:51:00.001-07:002013-05-16T07:51:47.315-07:00Wash #2 NO POODay #2 of my No Pooh trial.
After washing my hair, it still feels very dry, and a little like straw. However this time my hair has a lot of body. I can brush it, and it doesn't stick to my head. I have natural oily hair so it's a bit weird for me to have dry hair. Complete opposite then what I'm used to.
I'm going to keep trying till I get to hair nirvana! lolSheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-38510076284648409332013-05-11T09:56:00.000-07:002013-05-22T10:59:17.407-07:00My NO POO Experiance<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhitNHY_eOokn5s9mU41eF8_mpkUeZiuP_VvtYpJCgo5ep6N6__QhmuyBskBrqLExLiWkbQMp8aLHuNvHvI-hoiGcKusTkH6DMjyy6woHOo5mZAN8YFTSj9HzmxTWBP4vMR9PeMzPvmhKs1/s1600/no-poo-ad-251x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhitNHY_eOokn5s9mU41eF8_mpkUeZiuP_VvtYpJCgo5ep6N6__QhmuyBskBrqLExLiWkbQMp8aLHuNvHvI-hoiGcKusTkH6DMjyy6woHOo5mZAN8YFTSj9HzmxTWBP4vMR9PeMzPvmhKs1/s320/no-poo-ad-251x300.jpg" /></a>Today I decided to try the NO POO method.
1st I bought Neutrogena Anti Residue Shampoo to get all the goo out of my hair from other hair products.
I got a small mason jar and filled it with baking soda
Then I put 1 cup of water and 2 TBS of white vinegar in a spray bottle.
I soaked my hair with hot water, then got about a palm full of baking soda. It should be wet from your hand. I put it on the roots of my hair and massaged it into my hair. Then let it sit for about 3 minutes.
You have to wash it out really well so I kept washing it and rubbing my fingers through it over and over until I felt all the baking soda was out.
The vinegar and water solution is for conditioning. I soaked my hair with the spray bottle mostly on the ends, and left it on for a few minutes. I then washed it out.
1st day my hair did not feel soft like normal shampoos. It felt a little dry. However I've read other blogs that said it will take about 3 weeks to get your hair to perfection.
I'll keep you updated on how It goes.
Here is a link to the blog that started it all! Here is where I learned what to do and there is also a Facebook page where you can ask question and get support! <a href="http://coderedhat.com/no-poo-method/">http://coderedhat.com/no-poo-method/</a>
Facebook page link to NO POO group <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/nopoo/?fref=ts">https://www.facebook.com/groups/nopoo/?fref=ts</a>SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-79292836865548113552012-07-30T14:25:00.001-07:002012-07-30T14:33:28.093-07:00Where I am right now!~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As I take a look at my life, I realize that I finally found my place. I've worked at many jobs, taking pictures, being a Vet Tech, and working in a zoo with gators, customer service, sales, having my own cleaning biz, making coffee, selling Avon, and Mary Kay, as well as being a freelance writer.
It's funny how when God gives you a job it really does not feel like work. As most of you know, I go to a church called Real Life. I started serving in the nursery more than year ago. I loved holding all the babies, plus it was nice to be with my own kids. Every Sunday you could find me in one of infant rooms. I loved it so much. Everyone always told me I had a gift with children, but to be honest I never saw it. Don't get me wrong, I love kids, but to have a gift is to have a special talent, and I just did what came natural, so it did not feel special to me. Then I was asked to be on the childcare team. My husband was the only one working, and I wanted to find a job where I could bring my kids. God gave me just that. He answered that prayer with more of a blessing then I could have ever imagined. A few months went by, and I was asked to help out at the school. That is when I realized, God really did give me a talent. I felt so at home with all the kids. They listened to me, they respected me, and they loved me. I never thought that was possible. Every day that I am with the kids I feel like it's exactly where I am supposed to be. During the summer I've gotten a chance to be a camp counselor for the church. I feel like this is my element. I can't wait to get up and come to work each day. How crazy is that? I actually love my job. I never thought I would love working with kids so much. It's so amazing how God works, and puts you in the right place.
I can't believe I can get paid to do something I truly enjoy. It’s something, which I would actually do for free, because I adore it so much.
This is my testimony. Pray that God will put you in a job he made for you. When it's his doing, it flows perfectly. The job fits you like you were meant to be doing it.
Do something you love, and money will follow. I'm living proof that it can happen!</b>SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-86253498431842622022012-07-02T18:49:00.000-07:002012-07-02T18:49:05.083-07:0028 years oldI know this is late, but I have not been online much.
My 28th birthday was by far the best birthday I've ever had. My husband and I got matching tattoos.
I have always loved Irish culture, and being that I have Irish in my blood It only makes since.
There is an Irish tradition that when two people fall in love they give each other a ring. It's called The Claddagh Ring. The ring is given as a token of friendship, love, or marriage. The design and customs associated with it originated in the Irish fishing village of Claddagh, located just outside the city of Galway. The ring was first produced in the 17th century, though elements of the design date to the late Roman period.
It is a heart symbolizing LOVE, a crown meaning LOYALTY, and the hands symbolizing FRIENDSHIP.
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It means so much to me to be able to look at it and know it has a special connection and meaning behind it!
The girls made me some special drawings, and I got a lot of nice things from my mom. Over all it was the best Birthday I've had in a LONG time. Turning 28 feels so much better then it felt to turn 27. Not sure why but I think things are getting better from here!SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-62150643830330490532012-07-02T17:54:00.001-07:002012-07-02T17:54:12.089-07:00No words<b>I have so many things on my mind, but not sure how to write them down. Sometimes there are just no words! </b>SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-18976663209742487872012-05-30T17:39:00.001-07:002012-05-30T17:39:46.094-07:00Time off<b>Now that I have a little time off work, I have been writing. Oh how I missed it. I am currently writing a book for Keira and Sasha. It's a bedtime story I made up for them, and they both love. I wanted to get it out of my head and on paper before I forgot it.
Feels so good to be writing again! </b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinpQlhDjhyphenhyphenJMM1ZsEEFZIUWQ9cWqfiEhrZLu9vTnI2Uk2YnI90oY2QyTzSrFe5OHiwllVFhSS64s9LvdHK79-Z9712Imogcbeoj1KCLW_hKQTRwT_wCut4-yyExdoWjjauLPXnCD9AkdcC/s1600/writing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="134" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinpQlhDjhyphenhyphenJMM1ZsEEFZIUWQ9cWqfiEhrZLu9vTnI2Uk2YnI90oY2QyTzSrFe5OHiwllVFhSS64s9LvdHK79-Z9712Imogcbeoj1KCLW_hKQTRwT_wCut4-yyExdoWjjauLPXnCD9AkdcC/s200/writing.jpg" /></a></div>SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-86417089615113155632012-01-24T11:59:00.001-08:002012-01-24T13:11:49.814-08:00Gluten FREE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQUqklAmPQj5RWaxiXBjXeWLluq9i9Q4jG0Lg2Wj6tjObqBaUt4OEF5bijuAP-MUk4gfM-3PiGzTQxG_PdjkSyoMOMzmTdtqwHrW_qWfGrBrAxBV3USv7wVvrlKUarz_bHU2bxM9F-O0JK/s1600/t1larg_gluten_foods_gi.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQUqklAmPQj5RWaxiXBjXeWLluq9i9Q4jG0Lg2Wj6tjObqBaUt4OEF5bijuAP-MUk4gfM-3PiGzTQxG_PdjkSyoMOMzmTdtqwHrW_qWfGrBrAxBV3USv7wVvrlKUarz_bHU2bxM9F-O0JK/s200/t1larg_gluten_foods_gi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701298708041074066" /></a><br />Hello everyone, I'm sorry it's been so long since I've written, but life as a mom is always busy. <br /><br />A few months back my 1 year old daughter Sasha was having severe diarrhea. After taking her to the doctor numerous times, and them switching her milk to everything from Lactaid, to rice milk, to soy, the diarrhea did not stop! I started getting very much concerned and her Pediatrician decided to send us to a Gastrologist. That Dr. suggested we put her on a Gluten free diet. No more bread, noodles, wheat, barley, rye, or anything that we normally feed her. Including her snacks such as gold fish crackers, animal crackers, cheerios, and worst of all pizza! Within 3 days, her stool was back to normal, and I noticed a big difference in her mood. She was much happier!<br /><br />It has been no easy task that’s for sure! I bought a few cook books, and a Baby Bullet to help make food, but have found I don’t have the extra time during the day to make meals from scratch. I have to learn to bake my own breads, and make pastas! It’s so much work and not to mention very very expensive. <br />I now have to shop in the organic section, and have to have special notes for the day care. She loves pizza, so when they serve it at her day care once in a while, I can’t bare to make her watch the other kids eat it, so I just deal with the extra slimy poop so she can enjoy food once in a while! Although she enjoys food no matter what I give her so that’s a plus. <br /><br />Ok have I grossed you out yet? As a mother who has two kids, two dogs, (one of which is a new pug puppy that we got for Christmas), a part time job, and a husband, where do I fit in time to make special meals? <br /><br />Well today I actually got a little free time. Both girls are napping, and I left the laundry piled up on the floor so I could watch a movie! I watched Julie and Julia! Awesome movie by the way, and it inspired me! Yes, it inspired me to do my own challenge (as long as I can fund it)! I would like to make all the recipes in two of the Gluten free cook books I bought! <br /><br />Why not, it will be fun, I like to cook, and I’ll have food for my daughter instead of trying to figure out what to make last minute. Start date TBD<br /><br />Please send me any recipes you may have, as well as any notes on how to get through a gluten free life, since almost everything has traces of wheat in it somewhere!SheenaDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530noreply@blogger.com1