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Saturday, December 15, 2012

Shooting in Connecticut

Shock and grief sit heavy on me today as I learned of the Connecticut shooting just moments before I boarded a plane. We sat for 6 hours watching the news unfold, hardly able to focus on anything else during the flight. Men and women were wiping away tears as the truth sank in that kindergartners were murdered.

As I reflect on this fact, and think of the sweet children recently stabbed to death by their once loving nanny, I am left with a feeling of unease. I look around and wonder what is happening in our world. Are these people truly this evil, or is evil coming and taking over people to act out these awful killings? Is nothing sacred anymore? When babies can't go to school without being killed, what does this mean for the future of mankind?

The news has covered the unrest in Israel, the political debacle in the Middle East and the rising issues with North Korea. While these are all terrifying and potentially WWIII starting events, what are we saving when our safety at home is so volatile? Why are we destroying ourselves from within?

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Locking and Unlocking Cells in Excel When Protecting a Spreadsheet

In my day-to-day life I'm known as the "Excel Queen."  I love it, and am often heard saying it could save the world.  While I am extremely creative, I am also equally type-A and a total geek.  To this end, today I needed to unlock some cells in excel before protecting a spreadsheet.  I Googled, I asked around, and it seems no one anywhere could explain HOW to do this.  Weird, right?

Here goes:

You're in excel.  You highlight the cells you want people to BE ABLE TO edit (if the cells don't touch, hold the CTRL button as you select various cells)



Once they're highlighted, go to the HOME tab (you should already be on it), then look all the way to the right at the FORMAT option.  Seen below:


Click the drop-down arrow and DESELECT Lock Cell


Then go back to FORMAT drop-down and select Protect Sheet


Enter a password if you'd like (when prompted) and click OK

VOILA!  The cells you selected will be editable and the others will be blocked.  This can protect formulas, data, or anything necessary from little hands, coworkers, or anyone that simply doesn't know enough about Excel to leave important portions alone.

Enjoy :)

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Officially converted to being anti-shampoo and conditioner

Ages ago, I blogged about trying out a routine of washing my hair using only baking soda, apple cider vinegar, jojoba oil and water.  I knew right away that I liked it, my hair was softer and more manageable, it smelled good for longer and my scalp stopped itching after 2 days without a wash.  The real test of anything is in reverting back to old habits to see if they're preferable.  Last month I was traveling and therefore didn't use my normal routine.  I had to use regular (though organic and natural) shampoo and conditioner.

The results?

My hair went back to being frizzy and annoying.  I wanted to wash it more often, it smelled funny and I was itchy.

Last night, I was back in my own home and able to use my baking soda/apple cider vinegar recipes.

YAY!  My hair is pretty again :)  If you aren't yet on the natural movement...hop on board, it smells good here.


Saturday, May 5, 2012

Baking Soda as Shampoo update

Several months ago I stopped using shampoo and conditioner.  That's right, no more.  No more purchasing it, no more using it, no more needing it.  How???

I decided to use my own combination of baking soda, jojoba oil and water as shampoo; then apple cider vinegar, jojoba oil and water as conditioner.  I mix them up beforehand in bulk so that the littler bottles are easier to fill.  See my previous posts for details.

I LOVE it.  I wash my hair about once a week.  Basically whenever it starts to feel dirty.  It takes a long time for that to happen and I cannot express how amazing it feels.  My scalp is happy and my hair is managed without any chemicals or products.  See for yourself:


In addition, a glorious coworker turned me onto using this comb:


for whenever I straighten my hair.  As you can see above, my hair is super duper straight!  The comb was like 3 bucks.  Awesome investment :)

Enjoy!


Sunday, April 15, 2012

Poconos!

I finally got to share in the weekend getaway with my friends in NYC to the Poconos (a mountain region in North Eastern PA).  Gorgeous!!



















Saturday, February 18, 2012

Baking Soda as Shampoo and LUSH Cosmetics

In my quest to use organic, natural products I have now come across a company with a similar vision.  LUSH Cosmetics, a Canadian company, hand makes their products from various essential oils and organic products from all over the world.  My favorite thus far being the Olive Branch shower gel and the Honey Trap lip balm.  All of their products make my skin happy and I look forward to trying out every product eventually.

This has not changed my shampoo or conditioning regiment as yet.  They do have fabulous hand made products for both purposes, but at the moment I am loving the almost zero cost way of things.  My head has adjusted to the new regiment and feels different.  No longer do I get that panic-like itchy feeling if I haven't washed my hair in the last couple of days, nor does my hair need a whole lot of handling.  The waves are better managed than before, and straightening is great. 

See for yourself the natural, healthy shine I've got!

Saturday, February 4, 2012

My experience at Sleep No More, NYC





You begin by getting a playing card (ours was an Ace) and being ushered upstairs.  Upon walking through a dark maze of black lit only by candles, we found our way to the bar, which was like a speakeasy of the 1930s.  Leopold kissed my hand upon entering and welcomed me.  I found a table with absinthe, which I purchased.  I was disappointed that such a beautiful drink tasted like black licorice.  My friend Jimmy and I each got one and made our way to a table with a booth in the corner, anticipating a bit of a wait for our friends.  Just moment later, we were told by Leopold that our card was being called, so we texted our friends that we'd  be inside and made our way through the doors.  We were handed our masks and instructed to put them on and not speak for the remainder of the evening.





We crowded in a small area and were told the few rules involved.  An elevator door opened and we all stepped in.  The gentleman manning the elevator explained further the rules.  He then let off a few people onto each floor, letting us off at the one with the Macbeths.

Everyone else went left, so Jimmy and I went right.  It was a cemetery, dark and covered with small crosses.  There was an empty bassinet as well, with only pillow in it.  We headed through a curtain to find a sculpture garden, with lose stones throughout.  As I walked through I saw some people through a window and went straight up to it.  The couple giggled and the woman (Lady Macbeth) left in the opposite direction, but the man (Macbeth) stayed to gather some stones.  After a spell, Jimmy and I went into the room they had been in and found a bathtub of warm water, a bed, many chests and trunks, and a letter from Macbeth to "his love."  

Macbeth came in, washed his hands in the bathtub, which Jimmy and I then did too, and left.  We followed him up the stairs and into a hallway.  He disappeared and I wandered through the many stores they had.  In one room was a woman sitting quietly drinking tea.  As I began to leave, a man ran by the room so I followed.  He ran into a room covered with pictures of decaying bodies and pulled a medicine dropper from his neck, panicking and seeming to throw up.  The tea woman then came in and they had an altercation about a photograph of a woman whom the tea woman clearly loved.

They kept comparing the photos and finally they kissed, which seemed to be confusing for both of them.  He searched her neck, apparently trying to see if she too had a medicine dropper in it.  Finally they made their way out of the room and kept trying to part but feeling compelled to kiss again.  The tea woman then left quickly and I followed her.  She made her way to a small bar and tried to drink when a drunken man, with blood on his face made his way into the room, pointed at her and pointed for her to leave.  She got up and backed away, shrinking off.  He did weird dances on a pool table and I followed her out.  She slinked through crates and boxes, making her way through a small curtain and into a room with scissors everywhere.

She slowly got out a Bible, scissors and some kind of small black balls.  She pulled out a locket, cut a Bible verse and put it into the locket.  She then pulled off a long red thread and strung the locket, putting it in her purse.  She quickly walked through another door, which I followed and made her way back through the room where she had been drinking tea.  She came to a locked door and several people began to follow us.  She paused, turned to me and we looked into each others' eyes for several seconds, she smiled slightly, took my hand and pulled me into the room, locking it behind us.

In the room was a vanity, a dresser, a small doll, a standing wardrobe and many old photos.  I looked around for a moment, unsure what I should do and I glanced back to her.  She was watching me in the mirror and with a slight tilt of her head asked me to come to her and read a Bible verse.  It was about not falling in love with sinful men.  I nodded and she smiled.  She then began to recite a monologue from the Alfred Hitchcock movie Rebecca, "Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred to me. Then, like all dreamers, I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me. The drive wound away in front of me, twisting and turning as it had always done. But as I advanced, I was aware that a change had come upon it. Nature had come into her own again and little by little had encroached upon the drive with long tenacious fingers, on and on the poor thread that had once been our drive. And finally, there was Manderley, Manderley, secretive and silent."

I kept eye contact with her and allowed her to hold my hands.  She smiled and said, "I have something for you."  She walked to the wardrobe and opened it.  She paused, turned around and slowly took off my mask.  She smiled, pulled out a locket like the one I'd watched her make, and put it on me.  She then continued with the monologue as she pulled us both into the wardrobe, "Time could not mar the perfect symmetry of those walls. Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy, and suddenly it seemed to me that light came from the windows. And then a cloud came upon the moon and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. The illusion went with it. I looked upon a desolate shell, with no whisper of a past about its staring walls. We can never go back to Manderley again."




The last sentence was whispered into my ear.  She pulled the locket into her hand and placed it in mine.  "Wear my locket, it will protect you," she said before kissing my cheek, replacing my mask and shoving me the opposite way out of the wardrobe.  I found myself inside a crematorium furnace, which opened to a morgue.  I came through that and made my way back to the walkway where I found two men fighting.  As they departed, I started to follow one of them, but saw a long hallway that led elsewhere.  Seeking adventure, I made my way through and around.  I came into a wild orgy with a bald woman, a sequined woman, a bleeding man and a naked man with a boar's head.

During the orgy of the witches, the bald woman, though not pregnant, stands stop a basin and gives birth to a premature, bloody baby.  The sequined woman takes the baby and nurses it while the bald woman and one of the men make out.  She then takes the baby and nurses it while making out with the sequined woman.  The man takes the baby and places it in the basin, as the women go down on each other.  Suddenly, as if waking from a fog, everyone comes to realize where they are and looks at each other with freight.  The man looks down at the now dead baby and begins to cry, running away.  I followed him, but he was too fast and disappeared.

In the 3 hours I spent roaming around this hotel, I saw so many more things it would be impossible to relay them in order.  While entering a bar, I saw the man who writhed on the pool table singing Peggy Lee's Is That All There Is?.  He then convulsed and collapsed.  He got up and staggered to a hotel check-in desk.  He took a tissue to blow his nose and then took a clean one, offering it to someone in the crowd.  I remembered reading that you should take the tissue, so I stepped out and took it.  He pulled me to him, wiped his eyes with the tissue and then pressed it into my hand and guided me through the crowd.  We passed the tea woman and they looked at each other for a long moment.  He took me past the bar where he had been singing and into a phone booth.  He closed us in with the curtain and held my face tightly, staring into my eyes.  He stroked down my collarbone and then collapsed, convulsing.  I held his shoulder, unsure if I should leave, when he suddenly stood and put a gold leaf on a red string around my neck.  He held my face again and stared into my eyes, for a long moment.  Then he too kissed my cheek and was gone.




In another section I watched a doctor stitching a teddy bear back together and then followed him as he went past the infirmary and into a room with headless dolls handing all around.  He placed the bear in a bassinet and started to rock it.  Two nurses came in and they all watched the bear rocking.  Then suddenly as if waking from a fog, they all began to look around, fight their way out of the dolls and I followed the man as he did acrobatic dance moves while convulsing in a hallway.  

In yet another, a pregnant woman (Lady Macduff) comes to Macbeth and then runs upon seeing him.  She begins to pack her suitcase quickly, but Macbeth follows and kills her.  Her husband finds her just after and carries her to the couch, which if you're lucky you are not sitting on as he does so.

There is a taxidermist, an apothecary (you can eat the candy), a ballroom, dozens of bathtubs and several showers.  There is an uber creepy black rod-iron door you can walk through that leads just to rooms with creepy stuff in them.  I made my way in there alone and began to panic a little.  I didn't stay long.

There a workers with black masks there to help you if you need it, which made most of it not terribly scary.  Anytime I was unsure of where I was or what was happening I would just locate the guide and knew I was safe.  

To say I enjoyed it is the understatement of the century.  This was, without a doubt, the best, most amazing experience I think a theater lover could ever have.  It's tangible, interactive, curious, mystical and so well acted it's amazing.  You truly feel like you are not there, and yet somehow can watch at your leisure up-close and personal as these people go about their lives.  The fact that you can't speak lends to an amazing display of non-verbal communication as well.

As the evening was coming to a close, I was in the apothecary store and one of the actors came in, holding his hand out to me. I quickly took it and he guided me to the ballroom for the last scene.  The table was set up like the last supper and the Macbeths come in after a fight.  He is bloody and she wants to know "why my lord".  They rise and while under the witches spell, Macbeth is placed in a noose.  He comes out of his spell just in time to realize what is happening, and the chair under him is yanked away as he is hanged.

Thus concludes the evening of merriment.




Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Baking Soda as Shampoo - 3 Weeks Later


Many have asked me in the last 3 weeks how I'm liking my new "shampoo".  I think the proof is in the pudding, so-to-speak.  My hair is shiny, healthy, smells good, and needs a wash a week.  For the last day, I do the "dry" shampoo technique which has consistently gotten rave reviews from unknowing coworkers.  I bought a professional applicator bottle (like one used for hair dye) for $1.49 which makes application MUCH easier.  I mix the standard 1TBSP of baking soda with 8 oz of water and gentle rock the bottle back and forth until the baking soda dissolves.  I then apply it to my scalp without wetting it.  That way I know I've gotten it on all my roots.  I massage around, making sure it's everywhere and then shower a bit, leaving it to do it's thing.  After a couple minutes, I wash that out and apply my "conditioner" which is a TBSP of apple cider vinegar, 5 drops of pure jojoba oil and 8 oz of water.  I put that on everything except the scalp and again shower to let it sit a while.  Then just rinse on out.

That's it!  My hair is soft, clean and doesn't attract dirt or odor.  As a little side note, I also started dropping a few drops of jojoba into my usual lotion and LOVE IT!  It's noncomedogenic so it won't make you break out.  You can apply it directly to your face without anything else and your skin will feel like a babys' bum. 

I'm also looking into natural body scrubs now.  Stay tuned.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Baking Soda as Shampoo

I have to confess that after getting a hair cut several months back, they did a blow out in my hair (as in a blow dry straight, not a keratin treatment).  I loved it.  My hair felt so silky and I couldn't stop touching it.  Since then, I have started getting blow outs done whenever I can book them really cheap on lifebooker.  This last time, as the days wore on and I knew I'd have to wash it out, I wondered if there were a way to prolong the washing.

As I read about various "dry" shampooing, I also found a site that described how to shampoo ones hair using only baking soda!  I was perplexed.  I didn't know there WAS an alternative to buying shampoo, thereby stripping both the dirt and grung from hair but also the essential oils that really should be left alone.  As I read on, I thought about all the trouble my hair had been in my life and wondered if my hair was being falsely accused!  Could it be that it is Shampoo's fault, and not my poor victim hair?  What's more is that the woman from the blog is STILL doing it two years later!!

That day I decided to try the "dry" shampoo to prolong my blow out.  I parted my hair as I would when dying it, only instead of dye, I sprinkled baking soda onto the scalp and massaged it in.  Once done, I brushed it out.  The result?  EVERYONE at work asked what I had done to my hair, if I was going out later, or why I was so dressed up.  I was wearing an outfit I wear ritually, and no new jewelry.

Hair test #1??  CHECK!!  So dry shampoo is a great idea.  I felt clean, my hair smelled good, and it obviously looked amazing.

I did want to wash it that night, so it only prolonged the washing one day, but hey, one is better than none!!


Hair test #2?  Washing with baking soda.  Now I'm told it's easier to do if you first combine 8oz of water and 1TBSP of baking soda in a bottle and then use it like you would shampoo.  I don't do anything the easy way, so I just poured it into my hand, made a little paste and then put it onto my scalp until it felt like it was everywhere and then massaged like I would regular shampoo.  My hair felt clean in a different way than before.  I think I used too much, which obviously again the bottle would have helped, but my hair and scalp feel great today!

I have to admit I forgot to bring honey or apple cider vinigar into the bathroom, so I will have to try that next time.  This time I used my usual cream rinse (aka Conditioner) from Feria.

The result today is that my hair feels clean, smells good, and is NOT frizzy even with the slight humidity in the air and zero product.

More on all this later :)  Anyone else tried this yet?