Tuesday's our Friday

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In a normal week, Friday is our Monday, which is Dale's first day of the work week. So, Tuesday is our Friday, and Wednesday and Thursday are our weekend. But with the recent shift in our church routine we got up early to go to chuch and had a relaxing a Sunday evening afterwhich my friends came over for a visit on Monday making me think it was Thursday all day! Twice I was reminded that it was Monday!! Ahhh! I'm as crazy as I think I am!!

At any rate, today is our Friday, but Dale has to work this evening because of Ramadan, and then has a meeting and a pick up from the airport. This means that our weekend doesn't officially commence until nearly midnight. Boo...

I'll take it without bemoaning the shortness of our weekend since we got a three-day weekend last week and a night in a hotel, to boot.

On a new subject entirely, I have been reading about aluminum in deodorant being a contributor to breast cancer. With a genetic history of breast cancer on both sides of the tree and the most recent scare with my little bro, I think it necessary to take precaution as I learn.

I found a couple of recipes for safe deodorant and did a ton of reading in the comments sections and found a suitable experiment: one part baking soda, one part cornstarch. It's so simple, it seems too good to be true, but it works. It really does! I put the mixture into a thin sock, tied a knot in it, and use it like a powder puff. It's not as smooth and silky as my traditional Sure Original Solid, but it keeps me fresh and dry!

Besides the obvious benefit of heading cancer off at the pass and saving my girls for my lifetime, it is cheap and made with ingredients that I have in my pantry all the time!

Just a little something I thought you'd like to know!

Lvb


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