When puppies attack

I've found that the Mixed Chicks kids products work great on my hair. (I tried the adult ones, and they worked, but the fragrance was so overpowering that I couldn't stand it.) No 'poo tends to leave my hair a greasy mess, and I've never yet had the patience to see if it would get better in time.

I can pop most of my joints on command. My standard joke is "snap, crackle, pop - play rugby." I have got to get back into yoga, and then maybe add a martial art on top of that when my back is better (pulled a muscle at work). Getting older, does, indeed, suck mightily, and having bad joints does not help.

I still look young for my age, but I expect that to flip at some point. I tanned some when I was younger (in the sun, not a bed), and work outside, and have gotten lazy about sunscreen, and am still smoking on and off. Whoops.

I tried the no-poo thing, and my hair had more body than it had ever had but I developed very itchy dandruff and gave it up. I was washing my hair every 3 days but now I wash every day to get dirt and lead paint and such out.

The strength training program I've been on for the past couple of years has paid off immensely in terms of general well-being and ability to do stuff that was extraordinarily difficult and taxing just a few years ago (moving furniture, flipping mattresses, doing yardwork).

Man, I have gotta get ON THIS. I always have good intentions to start weight training, and then something will happen, like the crazy hip pain, and then I think, well, I should wait to start until my [hip/back/whatever] no longer hurts. And the result is that I never do get around to doing it.

I need to get back on the exercise train. Ever since I stopped regular yoga because I hurt my back I have been feeling my age.

I've been finding myself in a bad non-exercising downward spiral. The more I am achy, the less I want to exercise. The less I exercise, the achier I get.

I was doing pretty well before the plantar fasciitis, two-month cold and the dislocated rib. I'm tired of my body falling apart in innovative and painful ways.

I've got to say the core-focused workouts that Emmett does for Krav have really had a noticeable result. Then again, he's flooded with so much testosterone and HGH right now that simply getting up from the couch would give him a six-pack.

Monday was his first kiss. Yesterday he had lots of kissing. He's enjoying it. Oh well, practice makes perfect.

We've got Matilda's yeast infection under control but it's still making her yelp and cry when she pees. It's really added a whole new layer of stress to getting dressed for school since on top of the waking her up, feeding her breakfast and getting her dressed, now we also have an elaborate peeing process (while pouring warm water over her), and lotion application and drinking of medicine. And all of these seem to cause tears and meltdowns which require additional soothing and calming to get on to the next thing.

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For the first time in 15 years of teaching, I had four students in two different classes who blatantly plagiarized this past semester so I've been struggling with that same issue. One refused to acknowledge that he had done anything wrong and so failed (and wasn't able to graduate) while the other three accepted correction and the zero grade and were still able to complete the class. I understand your reluctance to fail the student but I would also suggest that you consider the circumstances. Is this an otherwise good student who panicked? Is this a student who was consistently late in completing work and decided to make it easy on herself? Is this an inexperienced student who doesn't know how to cite? If you let her re-write the paper, is there a good chance it will be a bad paper, and you will need to fail her anyway? Have you confirmed that she is scheduled to graduate this term? Would your decision be different if she wasn't graduating? In some ways, the lack of a school policy regarding this (which in my experience is usually pretty hardline) can be a good thing because it allows you to take into account everything you know about the student and not just look at this one incident.

I was doing pretty well before the plantar fasciitis, two-month cold and the dislocated rib. I'm tired of my body falling apart in innovative and painful ways.

There was a bit in a recent Outside that claimed that the new research on plantar fasciitis is that you should walk around barefoot and do lots of stretching of your heels & feet to address it. This... doesn't seem to be helping me. But I would really like to get at least a little into barefoot/minimalist running, and I can't if my feet hurt too much.

David mentioned something last night about cartilege breaking down as you age, but there are some recent studies contradicting that. They studied a bunch of moderate runners (10-20 miles weekly) over a course of years, and found that the regular, moderate exercise actually helped their knees stay in good condition: it keeps the joints elastic and lubricated. I suspect that marathoners would have a different result, but it's enough to keep me pounding the pavement three or four times/week.

I do hope Matilda's UTI clears up. Poor kidling.

The more I am achy, the less I want to exercise. The less I exercise, the achier I get.

Oh, so much is this me.

I still look young for my age, but I expect that to flip at some point.

Retinol. Never too early, never too late. I use retinol cream on my hands and forearms, too. Oddly, while Retin-A (the prescription version) doesn't bother my face, it makes my hands itch.